Lexi Ryan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, writes romances with humor, heat, and heart. A former college English professor, Lexi now writes full time from her home in Indiana, where she lives with her husband and two children.
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Cally from Wish I May is a massage therapist, and before she moved back to New Hope, she worked in a swanky spa in Las Vegas. I thought it would be appropriate to talk about pampering, since I think most women don’t pamper themselves nearly as much as they deserve. Though some of these might seem like they’re about the end-result and making us more attractive, I’m really more interested in how they make us feel.
- Massage. I know a lot of people are weird about their bodies and therefore weird about having a stranger give them a massage, but I’m telling you this is so good for your mind and body it’s worth going out of your comfort zone to give it a try. Tell your therapist if you’re nervous and if there are any areas where you prefer not to be touched. It’s about you.
- Facial. I don’t do this very often because it can get pricey, but my skin feels so good after a facial, it’s a treat. Just make sure you get someone good. I went to someone new last time, and I’m suspicious she’s a former student that I failed because I think she was trying to blind me with product.
- Professional cut. I love getting my “hair did” (as we say here in Indiana). I come in looking like something from The Walking Dead and leave looking like a respectable adult.
- Professional color. This can be fun or just functional. I have dark, dark hair and had enough gray by 23 that I had to chose to start coloring, so I’m very familiar with this one.
- A night away from the kids. If you have children, you understand that it can be a nonstop Mommy-request-a-thon when they’re home. If you can swing just one night away every so often, it’s amazing what that can do for your peace of mind.
- A dinner made by someone else. Whether you want to go to a restaurant or have someone else cook for you, food made by someone else’s hard work almost always tastes better. And, frankly, you shouldn’t have to do it all the time.
- A bath and/or uninterrupted shower. I don’t remember the last time I took a bath, honestly, as our tub is full of the kids’ toys, but even a leisurely, uninterrupted shower is a treat. My husband doesn’t have a problem getting these and the kids don’t bother him.
- Manicure. I don’t paint my nails and I can hardly type with those fake things on there (though they do look nice on other people), but I like a good manicure to take care of my cuticles and have someone massage my carpel tunnel-prone hands and wrists. If you don’t like polish, you can always get clear coat or do something fun and different.
- Pedicure. I can paint my own toe nails with a decent amount of skill, but no matter how much I scrub or what products I use, I can’t get my feet to look as pretty as they do after a professional pedicure. Stop! Don’t tell me! I don’t want to know! I’m happy to pay to have someone else do this.
- Fuzzy PJs, a glass of wine, and a good book. I know that might sound like three things, but they work in tandem for a true pampered moment.
Did I miss anything? What kind of pampering do love?
Series: New Hope #2
Length: 231 pages
Publisher: Ever After, LLC (October 2013)
I grew up wishing on stars.
My father taught me to believe…in destiny, in magic, in happily ever after. Dreams were my scripture and the starry night sky was my temple. Then Mom stopped believing, left him, and took us with her. At the age of sixteen, I cashed in my dreams to pay the rent, pawned my destiny to keep my sisters together.
Now, seven years later, I’m returning home, grieving the death of my mother, and settling my sisters back into the life Mom threw away. I never intended to stay. I don’t want to deal with my father, who is so invested in the spiritual world he forgets the physical. I don’t want to face William Bailey, whose eyes remind me of the girl I was, the things I’ve done, and the future I lost.
This would all be easier if Will hated me. As it is, I have to hold my secrets close so they won’t hurt him more than they’ve already hurt me. But he wants to be in my life. He wants what I can’t bring myself to confess I sold. He wants me.
I find myself looking to my stars again...wondering if I dare one more wish.
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