(Im)perfectly
Happy
by Sharina
Harris
#WomensFiction #ImperfectlyHappy @AuthorSharinaHarris
When four
college friends formed the Brown Sugarettes Mastermind Group, they had very
different goals—but matched each other in ambition. Yet ten years later they
can’t help wondering what happened to the hopeful, confident, driven women they
used to be—and how to get
them back . . .
Radio personality Raina, known as “the black Delilah,” hates the wholesome
persona that’s made her a success. Doling out syrupy versions of her grandma’s
wisdom feels worlds away from the sarcastic,
tell-it-like-it-is woman Raina really is.
Kara Jones was sure she’d be a master sommelier by thirty. Life and loss
interfered with that plan. Now she has one more chance—but it’s taking a toll
on her self-esteem and her marriage.
Nikki Grayson hardly recognizes the stay-at-home mom she’s become. When her
band signed a record deal, she swapped the limelight for a minivan and a
sensible ’do. Now she’s wishing she had followed her heart. Instead, she’s drowning
her regret in alcohol.
Public defender Sienna Njeri willingly put her city council aspirations aside
to support her fiancé’s bid for office—and now she’s wondering if her loyalty
is misplaced.
Longing for the support, advice, and tough love they once shared, all four
resolve to start meeting up again. After all, their dreams may still be within
reach. But are they worth the price they’ll pay to achieve them?
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Raina
What
in the hell have I gotten myself into? My palms were a soupy mess, I wiped them
on my shorts, while my heart pounded against my chest. The screechy squawks of
packing tape being ripped off cardboard and the sound of occasional grunts
coming from Cameron, who was unpacking boxes and shifting furniture, forced
tendrils of guilt down my spine.
He
was grinding away getting things done while I sat motionless, alternating
between Disney Princess happy and trembling like a frightened kitten. My phone
buzzed, and I grabbed it from the pocket of my cutoffs. Nikki’s name flashed
across the screen. I pressed the answer button, but before I could greet her,
she said, “How’s your scary ass doing?”
“I’m
good. Just getting things organized.” I lied easily to my best friend from
college. And like all best friends, she knew I was full of shit. “You’re a damn
lie.”
“What’s
up, Nik?” My annoyance was clear in my tone. “You know I’m busy.” “The girls
and I were talking . . . and anyway, I volunteered as tribute.” The girls she
was referring to were my two other best friends from college, Sienna and Kara.
We were always up in each other’s business, so I wasn’t surprised they’d gotten
together to discuss God knows what. “Volunteered for what?”
“Volunteered
to talk some sense into you. We know you have cold feet about moving in with
Cam.”
What
did they think I would do—run away from home? I squelched down the flare of
irritation that prickled my skin. My friends meant well, but I wasn’t in the
mood for the all men aren’t like your daddy lecture. I knew that already.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be doing a bunch of domestic shit like buying mulch and
analyzing a dozen gray paint samples with stupid names like Mole’s Breath. A
roll of sweat trickled from my neck onto my chest. I used my hand as a fan. I
was pretty sure the sweat was from the heat, not anxiety.
“Hellooooo, Raina? You still there?” “Yes.” I
modulated my tone to my late-night radio personality I used for my job. “I’m
perfectly fine.” “
Sure
you aren’t. And don’t take on that bougie-ass radio therapist tone with me.
You’re talking to a friend, not a caller from your show.” She smacked her lips.
“Anyway, can you talk?”
I
looked at my guy, who was whistling as he drilled studs above the fireplace to
mount our big screen TV. “Not right now,” I whispered. “Good. You can just
listen. Cam is a great guy, and this is a good step. You’ve been together for
six years, and he’s been more than patient with your crazy ass. Who else would
propose three times, get rejected, and then buy a house with you?”
“First
of all—” I stopped myself when I caught Cameron’s attention. His eyebrows
crinkled, and his eyes scanned me. I knew he was checking to see if everything
was good. I gave him a smile and thumbs-up. “It’s Nikki. She’s just wishing us
good luck.” “No, I’m not. I’m convincing your crazy-ass girlfriend to calm
down,” Nikki yelled over the phone line.
Sharina Harris earned her Bachelor of Arts
degree from Georgia State University. After college, she pursued a career in
digital marketing and public relations. Although her profession required
writing, she decided to pursue a career in writing in 2012.
Sharina's contemporary romance series under the pen name, Rina Gray, was named
Book Riot's 100 Must-Read Romantic Comedies. When Sharina's not writing, she
can be found with her head stuck in a book, rooting for her favorite NBA teams,
and spending time with friends and family.
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