It’s release day for Ms. Conception by Jen Cumming! I love this funny chick lit! Jen is sharing an excerpt with us as well as a fantastic giveaway, so be sure to check out all of the release day festivities!
Exclusive Excerpt
A
procreation vacation? What the hell is
that? The first email is from my best friend, Jules, one of the few people who
know Jack and I are struggling to have a baby. I ignore the rest of my inbox
and start Google searching.
There are hotels in the Caribbean that offer fertility
vacations? Seriously? Powder white
sand beaches, private infinity pools, couples massages with fertility-boosting
kelp wraps and reflexology, all to supposedly stimulate semen production. After
three years of unsuccessful pregnancy attempts, I’ve found fertility utopia.
Wait, hold on; there’s something here about drinking sea
moss elixirs. That doesn’t sound overly appetizing. I read a quote from a
successful vacationer: “I conceived as soon as I got home.” With rising
excitement, I check out the menu, knowing Jack loves a great meal. Darn,
there’s a lot of tofu – this might not fly. My husband Jack is many
things, but tofu lover is not on that list.
I click on another
link and find the Fertile Turtle vacation package. Apparently sea turtles are
symbols of fertility. “You can watch sea turtles hatch while trying to
fertilize your own egg.” My cheeks flame. I couldn’t have sex with anyone
watching, even poor sea turtles. Jules is definitely yanking my chain. Hitting
reply to her email, I type, “The poor turtles. You bitch!”
This is what my life has come to. The ongoing struggle to
have a baby has spilled over into desperate Internet searches, sexy lingerie
purchases, and my ovulation cycle scheduled into our iPhones. Oh god, sexy
lingerie purchases. My face flames brighter at the memory. I thought spicing up
our sex life might help, but in my crazy one-track baby-on-the-brain mind, I’d
stupidly put the office address in the “ship to” box. That was a really fun day in the office. Pressing
my hands against the heat of my cheeks, I sigh and turn back to my computer.
Another day begins for me, Abigail Nichols, marketing maven by day, fertility-obsessed
sex fiend by night.
About Ms. Conception
Abigail Nichols has tried everything from rash-inducing herbal creams to acupuncture in a desperate, last-ditch effort to get pregnant. Wedged into her iPhone schedule among new business pitches and rebranding design meetings is Abby’s ovulation cycle, along with potential opportunities for illicit afternoon quickies. With all of their hopes and savings on the table, Abby and her husband Jack enter the whispered world of fertility clinics.
Along with a meddling mother-in-law, competitive pregnancies, and constant obligatory sex, Abby’s baby-track mind conspires to ravage her career, her marriage, and her sanity. One thing she knows for sure: a healthy sense of humor (and the occasional glass of red wine) is the best coping strategy. One thing she wishes she knew: whether it will be enough.
Ms. Conception is an honest but light-hearted novel inspired by the ups and downs of fertility treatments and the emotional burden that rests on those trying to conceive.
Buy Links
Paperbook
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eBook
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About Jen Cumming
Jen Cumming had two dreams: to be a mother and a writer. The first was much harder than she’d imagined, but it gave her plenty of material for her second dream. Now she’s realized both and traded drug cocktails and early morning line-ups at the fertility clinic for juice boxes and evening PTA meetings.
Jen’s latest dream is to live in a small village in France and eat croissants. Being allergic to wheat might hamper that dream, so in the meantime she does her best to balance life with two young children and run a business with her husband in Toronto. She loves to spend time at the cottage in the summer, ski in the winter, and travel whenever she can.
Enter Jen’s fantastic giveaway!!
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