{Book Blitz w/Excerpt} Once in a Lifetime By Kathryn R. Biel

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This is my stop during the book blitz for Once in a Lifetime by Kathryn R. Biel. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 11 till 24 September. See the tour schedule here.

Once in a LifetimeOnce in a Lifetime
By Kathryn R. Biel
Genre: Women’s Fiction/ Chick Lit
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 5 September 2017



Ten years ago, the Sassy Cats were at the top of the charts until Callie Smalls walked away to pursue her career in fashion and television. The other four members—Angie, Tabitha, Mandy, and Daphne—were left to fend for themselves and continue on with their lives.

That is, until the day when Callie decides to book a gig for the group at a major music festival, without talking to her former band mates. Scattered across the country, at different points in life, can they rekindle the magic in the music?

A soccer mom who's husband doesn't know about her past. A fading star, sacrificing all to stay in the spotlight just one second more. A party girl, challenged with her most important role yet. A tiger mom, fighting for her son. A desperate woman, unhappy and alone.

A lot can change in the course of a decade. Will it be harmony or hatred for the Sassy Cats?

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The nights are the worst. Well, the three nights I've been home. I'd kind of been hoping my mom would stay with me, but she's back to her regular life. When will my life return to normal?

After nursing her for the billionth time tonight, she's finally asleep. All I want to do is sleep too, but the house looks like a bomb went off. I don't remember the last time I showered, and I feel so yucky. I wonder if I can have a small cup of coffee or if that's a no-no. I thought once I gave birth, I'd finally get my body back. But no. I mean I know that I don't technically have to breastfeed, but the internet says that's the best way to get the baby weight off, so I'm all for it. What else am I supposed to do? The doctor told me I can't work out for four weeks! It's enough that I had to sacrifice my body for nine months, and now this?

I need to talk to someone who's been through this before. Too bad I don't have a lot of friends. Not real friends. I haven't been that close to anyone since the group. We used to joke that it was like a sleepover every night. Until we got close to the end.

But I bet Mandy would still be there for me. She's the loyal sort, and she certainly does know about this kid thing. I should call her and find out what I can and can't do now.

Although, remembering how she looked on her last Christmas card, I'm not sure I want to take her advice. Maybe, if I'm asking her health and wellness questions, it might inspire her to take a little bit better care of herself.

See? I'm not just a taker, no matter what my mom says. It takes one to know one, by the way.

The scene from the hospital plays over and over in my head. Thank God it didn't end up on the internet. For once, I'm happy not to be in the news. So maybe I was a little irritable. I mean, I just made a person and it took a lot out of me. I don't think asking my mother to go get me some actually edible food that isn't all processed and crap was too much of a request.

"You know, Tabitha, it's not always about you. From now on, it's not ever going to be about you."

"I'm not saying it's always about me. I'm just saying I'm hungry and there's nothing organic vegan raw on this menu that will do. I need to keep up my strength to feed Paisley."


"Paisley. You know, my baby." I remember thinking how could she be so stupid. Like, who else would we be talking about? Duh.

"You named her Paisley? That's not a name, it's a print."

As indignantly as I could, I answered, "Her full name is Paisley Elvis Clementine."

"Oh for the love of God. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Why don't you just name her Seven or East or Kindle or something as ridiculous?"

"I love her name, and that's what it is."

"You need to stop putting yourself first. Think about the fact that this poor child will have to go through life with this atrocious name. How's she going to apply for a job like that? And what's her last name going to be?"

That's what she was really upset about. From the moment I told her, all she cared about was the baby's father. "Stetson, just like mine, obviously."

"So you're not going to tell him then?"

"Why would I tell him? He's not a father. He's just someone I screwed one night."

I knew being crass would push her over the edge, but her relentless nagging had pushed me over the edge.

"That's it, Tabitha. I'm done! Good luck raising this child with that attitude. You'll see—and you'll fail. And I'll be waiting." And with that, she stormed out.

Sitting in the rocking chair in Paisley's nursery, I don't even realize I'm crying. Stupid hormones. They’re the only reason I'm crying. I stopped shedding tears over my mom years ago. My mom's right. I am selfish. But I learned it from the best.

Paisley lets out a small sigh, and I tiptoe out of her room. That's it. I'm calling Mandy.

Except Mandy doesn't answer. Who else is there to call? Daphne is the only other one with kids. Well, a kid, I think. Still, maybe she can help a little.

I settle in with a cup of decaf (ugh) and scroll through my phone looking for Daphne's number.


Kathryn R. BielAbout the Author:
Telling stories of resilient women, Kathryn R. Biel hails from Upstate New York where her most important role is being mom and wife to an incredibly understanding family who don't mind fetching coffee and living in a dusty house. In addition to being Chief Home Officer and Director of Child Development of the Biel household, she works as a school-based physical therapist. She attended Boston University and received her Doctorate in Physical Therapy from The Sage Colleges. After years of writing countless letters of medical necessity for wheelchairs, finding increasingly creative ways to encourage insurance companies to fund her client's needs, and writing entertaining annual Christmas letters, she decided to take a shot at writing the kind of novel that she likes to read. Kathryn is the author of ten women's fiction, romantic comedy, contemporary romance, and chick lit works, including Live for This and Made for Me. Please follow Kathryn on her website, www.kathrynrbiel.com and sign up for her newsletter at bit.ly/KRBNews.

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