Apparently, I Married the Wrong Man

Her husband left her a generous life insurance policy, a furious girlfriend, and twenty-seven years of questions.

Dotty Bell has just turned fifty when her husband is hit by a bus while crossing the road to visit his girlfriend. Discovering the affair in a hospital waiting room wasn't how Dotty expected her marriage to end.

She knows she deserves better. That doesn't make missing him-or being furious with him-any easier.

Her best friend Carol prescribes a trip to Savannah, good food, and a little harmless fortune-telling. But when a psychic predicts that Dotty's true love is waiting by the sea, Carol takes it as a travel itinerary.

Next stop: Tybee Island.

Dotty wants ocean breezes and a comfortable chair. Carol wants to inspect every eligible man within walking distance. Between disastrous introductions, an uncooperative beach chair, and a dog with designs on her sandwich, Dotty has plenty to keep her occupied.

Then there's Wade: quietly funny, kind, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

Falling for him would be inconvenient. Trusting herself enough to try might be the hardest-and best-thing she's done in years.

Warm, funny, and full of Southern spirit, Apparently, I Married the Wrong Man is a heartfelt novel about loyal friendship, starting over at fifty, and finding room for love without losing yourself.

For readers who enjoy mature heroines, seaside settings, romance without explicit scenes, and a happy ending worth waiting for.