It is a great pleasure to welcome author D.E. Haggerty to the blog today! She’s the author of the quirky, cozy, mystery three-book “Death by Cupcake” series which were all featured  right here on Nesie’s Place.

D.E. will be interviewing the one and only Molly Smith today from her romantic comedy, “Molly’s Misadventures”.  Be sure to check out D.E.’s social network links, and Molly’s buy links below! “Molly’s Misadventures” is currently on sale for #99cents, but the sale ends soon so do not miss out! AND…D.E. will gift an ebook copy to a random commenter!

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Book title: Molly’s Misadventures

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Content Warning: Profanity

Published: January 11, 2016

Word count: 64,800

 

Synopsis:

I’m having the suckiest day ever. First, my father, aka Mr. Grumpy Pants, calls to say his nurse just walked out on him. Likely story. I rush home to pack only to walk in on my husband getting it on with his younger, skanky secretary. Unfortunately, my quick weekend trip home to fix Dad’s problems turns into a stay of a few weeks. Luckily, I’ve got Danny, the neighbor boy I had a crush on when I was a dorky, braces-wearing, nose-buried-in-a-book teenager, and a brand-spanking new blog to keep my mind off things. Before I know it, I’m writing product reviews of vibrators and getting questioned by a store rent-a-cop at the world’s worst date ever. All while trying to figure out how to take things with Danny to the next level. Not to complicate things or anything but my boss decides to give me an ultimatum – come back in four weeks or don’t come back at all. How in the world did my life get so complicated?

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Interview with Molly from Molly’s Misadventures

By D.E. Haggerty

How’s the love life, Molly?

Oh, my gosh. *Hides face in hands* No easing into it? We’re going to jump right in there? Can I have an easier question? Please. Pretty please with sugar on top.

Okay, then. Why blogging?

Er … that actually wasn’t my choice. My best friend, Dianne, started the whole thing up. She just set me up an account and shoved it in my face as a fait accomplait. I totally revoked her best friend privileges that day.

Well, you’re definitely blogging now. Tell us why you decided to blog about your dating life.

Dating disasters, you mean? Dianne decided I needed a bout of rebound sex – long story – and signed me up for some internet dating website. Yes, I should really hide any and all electronics from her. I don’t know how, but somehow the little conniver convinced me to go on just one date. Since that first dating debacle happened about the same time the blog was set-up, I thought why not blog about it. It’s not like I could be any more embarrassed. Until the second date that is.

I don’t mean to butt in here but aren’t you married?

Wow. You don’t pull any punches. If you want to get all technical about it, I’m separated. Since you’ll probably find out anyway, my husband stepped out on me – with his secretary – and I am therefore completely and totally not obligated to him. Scorned women unite!

Okay. Let’s go back to the blog then. What is internet dating really like?

Ha! Ha! You’re going to have to read my blog to find that out.

Come on. You can tell us a story from your dating experiences that didn’t make it onto your blog.

Persistent, aren’t you? Okay. One thing you miss with my blogs is the lead up to the date. I try to weed out the possible whackos, although I’ve obviously failed at that numerous times. There are several categories of – how shall I say this politely? – incompatible potential dates. The first are those who just want to meet to have casual sex. Most of them are upfront about it, although their requests can be a bit out there. I had one guy email me a whole list of requirements: Do I like to be called master? Do I know how to handle a whip? Can I walk on five-inch heels? Do I own my own cat suit? I couldn’t run away from the computer fast enough.

Thank goodness you don’t need to rely on Internet dating as rumor has it you have a huge crush.

Is it still a crush when you’ve hit the mid-30s mark? We’re taking it slow. Super-duper slow since, as you so helpfully pointed out, I’m still married and going through a divorce. But super slow is definitely not boring. *Blushes*

That’s pretty much all the time we’ve got for today. Anything you’d like to add?

Obviously, everyone should check out my blog. *Winks* But, seriously, thanks for having me on your blog today. It was fun – if not a bit embarrassing at times. *Waves*

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Excerpt:

Molly’s Misadventures

A Coffee Date with the Police

Posted by: Molly Smith at 4:00 p.m.

 Okay, I admit. I assumed my first ‘real’ date in over a decade would be a disaster of epic proportion. I never thought—in my wildest dreams—that the next date would be even worse than that. What’s worse than epic? I have no words. Let me know in the comments if you think of a (mis)nomer that works.

Let’s back up a bit, shall we? Just how did Molly end up on another date after the ambush date? I call it temporary insanity. I let my best friend talk me into signing up for a dating website. I must have been completely out of my mind because I also agreed to go on two dates a week. Not enough craziness? I also agreed to blog about these dates. What have I gotten myself into?

Considering the ambush dinner date of last week, I decided to go for a coffee date with Harry. Not his real name, obviously. I’ve decided to use aliases for all of my dates that start with the letter ‘H’. I once had a friend who named all her children with names that start with a ‘D’. I always did love alliteration, so I’m totally copying her on that one.

So, anyway, my coffee date with Harry. I suggested we meet up in the coffee shop located in a bookstore. It’s a new bookstore I haven’t had time to explore yet. I figured if the date was a dud, I could always do some book shopping because everyone knows you can never have too many books.

The date started out really well. I had mentioned my addiction to lattes when chatting with Harry. When I arrived at the bookstore, there he sat with a fresh latte waiting for me. I’m not going to describe Harry’s physical characteristics because that makes me sound shallow. And now you all think he’s fugly. Well, he’s not. At least not on the outside. Wait until you finish reading to decide on the rest.

We drank our coffees and chatted for about fifteen minutes. Harry was funny with that dry humor that I love so much. My stomach rumbled after a while, and Harry suggested we head to the diner down the street for lunch. I thought it sounded like a great idea and readily agreed.

I should have realized something was off when he then hurried out of the store without waiting for me. I wasn’t expecting him to hold my hand or anything, but he could have walked out the door with me. Well, let me tell you, there’s a very good reason he took off like a rabbit in heat.

I walked through the exit and the security gates started to beep and the lights twinkle. I didn’t think anything of it. I’ve had plenty of security alarms go off by accident before. Being the good citizen I am, I immediately stopped and turned to the security guard rushing towards me.

He grabbed my bag and opened it. To my great surprise, he pulled out the book: Kama Sutra for Beginners. OMG! I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life. I made the incredibly stupid comment: “How did that get in there?” The security guard just looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Yeah, he’s probably heard that one before.

It didn’t take but a second for me to realize that there was only one way that the book got in my bag—Harry, Mr. Not-So-Nice-After-All. I immediately started to lie out of my ass. “Oops!” I may have even done a giggle at this point. “I must have forgotten to pay for that. Shall I just get in line over there?”

Nice try, Molly. The security guard shook his head at me and told me to follow him. He took me straight to the front of the line—because getting caught stealing the Kama Sutra wasn’t bad enough, I also had to piss off all the people waiting in line. But then he decides to find his voice, and he booms loud enough for the whole store to hear: “Caught this lady trying to steal the Kama Sutra.”

I tried to use my nonexistent magical powers to teleport out of the store, but, like I said, my magical abilities are nonexistent. So I just stood there, turning so red my face could have probably lit up the store. I quickly paid for the book and got the hell out of there—escorted by the security guard, of course. I didn’t even bother to see if Harry was at the diner. I was afraid of what I’d do to the thief if I saw him in person. I rushed home and thanked the goddess that I’ve started stocking my bedroom with wine.

Whose idea was it for me to get back in the dating game, again?

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Meet D.E. Haggerty

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I grew up reading everything I could get my hands on from my mom’s Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although I did manage, every once in a while, to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. After surviving the army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. But being a lawyer really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out being a B&B owner wasn’t my thing either. I decided to follow the husband to Istanbul for a few years where I managed to churn out book after book. But ten years was too many to stay away from ‘home’. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book.

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