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The Love in the Suburbs Series by D.E. Haggerty is on virtual book tour. The romantic comedy stops at Readeropolis with an author gu...

The Love in the Suburbs Series by D.E. Haggerty is on virtual book tour.

The romantic comedy stops at Readeropolis with an author guest post.

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a $15 Amazon GC and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).

Why writing Love in the Suburbs was tougher than usual
Guest Post
D.E. Haggerty

Every time I finish a series, I claim it was the hardest series I ever had to write. Although my claim can’t possibly be true (writing is actually getting easier and not harder), I do feel Love in the Suburbs was a difficult series to write. In the first two novels of the series, About Face and At Arm’s Length, I have to deal with some very real physical issues the heroines face while trying to make readers laugh as the series is a romantic comedy series. Yikes. 
In About Face, the heroine Frankie struggles to learn to walk again and deal with the abundance of scars now marring her once beautiful body. Writing a comedy about something as personal as being scarred was tough. I’ve spent my life making jokes about my weight and my fat ass. I have no problem joking about those. But the 6 ½ inch scar on my knee has never been the butt of my jokes. Not even when I was in the military and all the guys thought it was ‘cool’. It took me decades until I was able to wear shorts and skirts that showed my scar. Trying to treat Frankie with respect (and not making fun of her scars or situation) while making readers laugh was a challenge, to say the least.    
To make matters even more difficult, Shelby, Frankie’s best friend and the heroine of At Arm’s Length, is missing a right forearm and hand. Who the heck do I think I am writing about something with which I have no personal experience? But if I’m to follow that line of thinking, I would only be able to write about heterosexual women who find love at a young age. Bor-ing! So, I pulled on my big girl panties and spent an obnoxious amount of time with google researching prosthetics and watching videos from men and women who wear them and shared their experiences.
And that’s why I think Love in the Suburbs was one of the most difficult series I’ve written. I still have to write book 4 in which some pretty horrendous stuff happens to our heroine. But I’m up for the challenge. I hope.

About Face 
Love in the Suburbs #1 
by D.E. Haggerty 
Genre: Romantic Comedy 

My grandma is trying to hook me up. 

To be painfully specific, my seventy-five-year-old grandmother thinks a little hanky-panky would cheer me up. Direct quote. Since I’m currently living with her, I can’t escape the endless line of grandchildren of friends who keep ‘dropping by’ for dinner. Literally, I can’t escape. I can barely manage the trek to the dining room at this point. 

While Grandma’s determined to find me a husband, I’m determined to learn how to walk again so I can walk away from her matchmaking skills. Spoiler alert: She has no matchmaking skills. 

But then I get a brilliant idea. I can fake date my physical therapist. Only he wants a real date. Gulp. A real date with me? Is he for real? I’m no longer the stylish girl with the glamorous job. Now, I’m a woman with a shattered leg and a scarred face. 

If I’m going to learn to live with my new reality and give love a chance, my attitude needs to do an about-face. Easier said than done. 

At Arm's Length 
Love in the Suburbs #2 

Jackson Schmidt is the biggest jerkity jerk ever. They should totally erect a statue to commemorate his jerkityness, jerkdom— Uggh! There are literally not enough words for ‘jerk’ to depict the man. 

Unfortunately, Jackson is also the most gorgeous specimen of manhood I’ve ever laid eyes on. One look at him and I want to jump and climb him like a tree. But whenever he opens his mouth, his status as the biggest bastard on the planet is immediately reinstated. It’s impossible for the man to say anything remotely nice – at least not to me. To my best friend, though? To her, he’s Mr. Perfect Gentleman. Did I mention he’s carrying a torch for my engaged best friend? 

My libido does not give one flying hoot Jackson is a dick who has a crush on my bestie. Nope. Not at all. No matter how much of a schmuck the man is – and trust me he takes schmuck to the next level – I continue to pant after him like a nerdy freshman crushing on the prom king. If I want to keep my sanity, I’m going to have to keep Jackson at arm’s length. 

Sanity is totally overrated. 

Hands Off 
Love in the Suburbs #3 

I am done with men. D – O – N – E. DONE! 

I don’t care how much billionaire Roman Cadwell pushes (and, oh boy, does the sexy man push ALL my buttons), I am not dating him. Especially not when he’s wearing a golden band around his ring finger. I do not get involved with married men. Call it my line in the sand. If a man can’t be faithful, I want not one single thing to do with him. 

But what if Roman isn’t really married? What then? No, no, no. I will not fall into Lying McLiarson’s trap. 

Only every time the man touches me, my body forgets I’m a good girl and wants to give in. Hands off, Mr. Lying Pants, before I forget I’m a good girl. 

Although – no one said I had to be a good girl forever. 

Author’s Note: This romantic comedy contains absolutely, positively NO cheating. None. But it does have a whole bunch of witty dialogue and a super sweet happily ever after. And maybe more drama than the author originally intended. What can she say? The characters have minds of their own. 

Hands Off is book 3 of the Love in the Suburbs series but can be read as a standalone. 

I grew up reading everything I could get my grubby 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 on the odd occasion I did manage 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 before returning to the law. But practicing law really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out running a B&B wasn’t my thing either. I polished off that manuscript languishing in the attic before following the husband to Istanbul where I decided to give the whole writer-thing a go. But ten years was too many to stay away from my adopted home. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where, in between tennis matches and failing to save the world, I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book. 

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  1. I like the Hands Off cover the best.

    1. I'm surprised by how many readers have said that as the couple is my least favorite thus far (the picture. The actual couple I love)


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