Extracurricular: Hence, the name of the series

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I know what you're thinking: that I chose Extracurricular as the name of my novel series because it sets up a delicious double entendre, what with it taking place at a private high school and that lust and is front and center with its protagonists, Audrey and Egan.

Well, you're wrong.

Colleges are very interested in the activities that students engage in during high school. These “extracurriculars” show gauge those students who are fully rounded socially; if they can multi-task, and take on responsibilities.

In other words, are they good citizens?

In the novels, Ashbury Academy's debate team is a sought-after extracurricular activity. However, one must earn one's place on it.

And there in lies the rub. If a student is willing to lie, steal, and cheat to make the team, is s/he a good citizen? Is this a pattern of behavior that will continue throughout his or her life?

As the latest college admissions scandals prove, there are ways to fake one's participation in extracurriculars. Some of the fraud revolves around lies involving participation in sports, clubs, and volunteer organizations.

Some college admission slots are precious and few. My research on how parents (and sometimes, with the students' knowledge) will do and say anything to get their children into one of them.

Believe me, this is a time in which life is stranger than fiction.

Enjoy this excerpt. And be sure to enter my contest for books, gift cards, and other goodies.


Extracurricular-KindleExtracurricular / Book 1

Signal Press (Release Date: June 28, 2019)
BOOK 1 of an Episodic Series of 3 Books
Digital ISBN:978-1-970093-00-1
Trade Paperback ISBN: 978-1-970093-02-5

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It's your child's senior year. 
A private high school's reputation is at stake.
A math teacher refuses to grade his final exams on a curve. 
Students have only one more shot at the SAT before college applications are due. 
And a few desperate parents with much more money than brains are willing to do anything to get their children into Ivy League colleges.

And Audrey's dirty little secret will soon be the downfall of everyone and everything she holds dear: love, family, friends, and her private high school alma mater.

In EXTRACURRICULAR, a dark family secret leads to a college admissions cheating scandal at a private school, setting off a crisis of conscience for the parents, teachers, administrator and the students involved—and a catharsis for one couple about their marriage.

Author Provocateur Interviews: Kristan Higgins




New York Times best-selling author Kristan Higgins’ eighteenth novel, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT, follows three women—best pals Emerson, Marley, and Georgia—whose lifetime battles with obesity were the bonds that brought them together. The death of one provides the catalyst for self-discovery, change, and acceptance for her friends.


It’s not a party unless you show up…

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Book 3: The Onesies/Spring

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To celebrate the launch of Totlandia: The Onesies, Book 3 (Spring),
join me for a fantabulous Twitter party, and a chance to win a free copy of Book 3!

Now is the time to ask me all your must-know questions about
Jade, Brady, Ally, Lorna, Jillian….and of course, Bettina!
I'll also be tweeting some trivia on all the Onesies moms,
and asking your opinion about some of the characters you love…and love to hate!

Looking forward to having you join me!

– Josie





Spring comes in like a lamb as the exclusive
Pacific Heights Moms & Tots Club welcomes its newest members.
But that tranquility belies a storm brewing,
as new tensions and old rivalries come to a head.

The surviving moms are ready to reap the rewards of membership,
but none of them counted on club founder, Bettina Connaught Cross,
needing a pick-me-up from a bitter betrayal.
While lesser women might cry into their pillows,
Bettina finds comfort in exerting control over her domain.

With Bettina on a rampage, the new Onesies are trying to stay out of sight
long enough to deal with their own issues:
Lorna wants to tell her family about Dante’s autism,
but keeping it on her own terms could be difficult
when her hippie mom and socialite mother-in-law meet for the first time.
Jillian fights to regain her financial footing and confront her own insecurities,
finding comfort in an unexpected place.
And Ally can’t bear the thought of hurting Jade,
so she continues to bury her feelings for Brady.

But when another desperate housewife stirs the mix,
Jade could become a pawn in an even more devious game.
It’s no ordinary spring in Totlandia, as emotions build to a fury and end with a roar.



Friday, 4 January

8:14 a.m.

“What do you mean I don’t qualify for unemployment benefits?” Jillian Frederick’s hand was shaking so hard she could barely hold the phone to her ear.

It had taken her almost an hour to get more than an automated voice on the line, someone who could actually answer her questions about how to file a claim. Within that hour, her cell phone beeped because its battery was low. To top it off, someone had just texted her. No doubt the waiting text was zapping her juice as well.

“Sorry, my dear, but them’s the breaks.” The Unemployment Office clerk practically yawned in Jillian’s ear. “You worked for, like what… two months? And for minimum wage at that. What did you expect?”

“My husband left me and our two babies a few months ago. It was the only job I could find!”

“Seriously, hon, I feel for you. But I’m not Dear Abby, and the Unemployment Office isn’t your parents’ ATM.”

“This is an emergency! I may lose my house! I supported my ex-husband through college, so I’m sure my benefits from back then still count, don’t they? Listen, can you check and see how far back you can go?” 

Just then one-year-old Amelia yanked a branch of the Christmas tree so hard that three glass ornaments fell and cracked. Both she and her twin sister, Addison, wailed in union.

As Jillian scooped both girls up into her arms to cuddle them before they grabbed at the glass shards, the cell phone fell out of her hand, hitting the cold marble floor with a loud crack.

“Oh my God! Are you—are you okay?” Jillian could barely hear her own voice over her daughters’ wails.

 “I think you broke my eardrum,” the clerk finally retorted.

“I’m so sorry! One of my daughters almost pulled down our Christmas tree.” Jillian was trying with all her might to keep the tears out of her voice. “Listen, isn’t there any way to find out if those benefits are still good?”

“Yeah sure. What’s your maiden name?”


“I’ll check. Let me put you on hold again.”

Hold? Oh my God, no! My phone battery is dying, and I was on hold for forty minutes before I reached you! Can’t you just all me back? Wait!”

But it was too late. She was being serenaded by a symphonic version of the Black-Eyed Peas’ “Boom Boom Pow.”

Frustrated, Jillian fell back onto the couch. The drop in altitude left the toddlers giggling. They smacked Jillian’s face as if that would relieve her too-early-in-the-morning exhaustion. She sighed, forced her lips into a smile and wiped the tears from her eyes before opening them.

Truth be told, even if she hadn’t been canned, Jillian’s credit card bills were mounting so fast that no amount of generous tips could’ve saved her. She was now four months behind on her SUV’s payments. She hid the car in the alley behind her house so she could dodge the repo man who kept knocking on the door. As it was, she barely used the damn thing, except for Costco and Wal-Mart runs. Having rammed it repeatedly into the Porsche of her philandering soon-to-be ex, Scott, her car’s bumper now scraped her front wheels on tight turns.

Last week she had just managed to scrape together the money to pay the gas and electric bill. To keep them under fifty dollars a month, she closed off the vents in every room of her rambling mansion on Pacific Street except for the kitchen and the nursery, where for the most part Addison and Amelia slept and played, or burned used paperbacks in the old home’s fireplaces.

 She had traded the convenience of her pricey local Whole Foods and the neighborhood grocery markets on Union, Polk, and Chestnut streets for Chinatown’s vegetable markets, where produce could be purchased for less than half the price.

The thought of collecting unemployment benefits shamed her. But it was going on three weeks since she lost her job, and she had to do something, anything.

She was too proud to give up the home she had so lovingly restored. Further, it would have been one more intolerable defeat at the hands of her two-timing husband.

A commotion coming from the alley behind her house roused her from where she sat prostrate on the couch. She picked up both girls before walking to the window, just in time to see her SUV being hoisted onto a flatbed truck.

She set the girls down in their playpen and ran down the stairs and out the side door. The tow operator, a large bear of a man sporting tattoos on every inch of skin not covered by his jeans or the jacket emblazoned with Bay Area Repo, had already chained down her vehicle.

Jillian grabbed his arm. “Wait! That’s my car! Where do you think you’re taking it?”

The man shrugged. “Back to the dealership. Sorry, lady, three missed payments means they own it again.”

“How will I get around without it? It’s the only transportation I’ve got, and I have two toddlers! Please—”

He looked down at her. “Nothing I can do about it. Here’s a tip, though. Next time, disengage the GPS so we can’t find it so easily. Just sayin’.”

If only she’d known that earlier.

She watched as he backed the truck through the alleyway before gunning it down Pacific Street. Then it occurred to her that she’d left the kids alone inside. Both were now adept at catapulting themselves over the playpen’s side with a kamikaze flip they’d learned from their little gal pal, Zoe Thornton. She ran back into the house.

Too late. The girls were toddling toward the Christmas tree.

She grabbed them just before they hit the field of broken glass.

Now, for her cell phone. Where had she put it?

It took her a full five minutes before she realized she’d tossed it into the playpen with the girls. By the time she did, it was too late. The damn battery had gone dead.

She threw it back down into the playpen.

Big mistake. The girls climbed down out of her arms and into the playpen after it. She was just about to fish out all three one more time when the doorbell rang.

Who the hell could it be now? Jillian wondered. Before she opened the door, she looked through the peephole.


She slumped up against the wall. What the hell was he doing there?

© 2013 Josie Brown. Published in 2012 by Coliloquy Books. All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.


To celebrate Totlandia/Book 2’s launch, Book 1 is FREE! Two days only, on Amazon!

Tot2_6x8_300dpiIf you've read Book 1 of my new series, Totlandia, you know there's a lot of snarky fun and silly shenanigans, and heart-felt drama in this posh moms-and-tots group.

In honor of the launch of Totlandia / Book 2 (Winter) , Book 1 (Fall)  is FREE, for two days ony on, Amazon

Book 2 picks up right where Book 1 left off. Now that one mother has been eliminated, the five remaining mommies are just one misstep away from entry into the elite Pacific Heights Moms & Tots Club. Everyone has a scandalous secret to hide, but who will be the next to fall?

As the club's founder, Bettina, ratchets up the stress level with a series of holiday-themed challenges, the cracks begin to show. Jade's past catches up to her in the most unlikely of settings. Jillian's struggles to make ends meet are complicated by Bettina's demands. Ally's work and home lives collide, threatening to expose all of her secrets. And Lorna's already fraying family ties are torn to shreds by a series of devastating events.

With just four spots remaining, will the five remaining ladies turn cutthroat? Or will their newfound friendships be strong enough to help them band together?




Monday, 5 November, 10:23 a.m.

The Tot Tales storytime moderator at the Marina branch of the San Francisco  Library certainly had her hands full reading over the bickering pair of three-year-olds whose short attention spans had deteriorated into wrestling in the back of the reading room. Otherwise, she had a captive audience of forty toddlers, including all of the PHM&T’s probationary Onesies—Dante, Wills, Oliver, Amelia, Addison and Zoe.

It had been Jillian’s turn to host today’s Onesies’ meet-up. Now that San Francisco’s weather had turned iffy, the fifty families who made up the Pacific Heights Moms & Tots Club congregated less frequently at Alta Plaza or Moscone or Lafayette parks on its playgroup days (Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays). Instead, the club split itself up by tot age—ten families per ‘class’—and met according to that day’s events.

For example, while the Fivesies fed sardines to the recovering seals at the Marine Mammal Center, the Foursies found inspiration at the DeYoung Museum from the costumes worn by the ballet dancer, Rudolf Nureyev. And while the Threesies resisted the urge to swat the butterflies roaming freely through the California Academy of Science’s rainforest, the Twosies squealed in delight at a Disney on Ice show at the Cow Palace.

The Legacy Onesies mothers—those who had older children in PHM&T’s other playgroups—were allowed to take their younger children on their older children’s field trips. To their way of thinking, that was a good thing. Until this ghastly contest was over, they had all shied away from getting close to any of the Probationary Onesies. Making a new friend only to have her exiled from the club two months later wasn’t worth the risk of any future awkwardness in a Whole Foods aisle or in some ladies’ room queue at the symphony’s annual Black and White Ball.

This mindset left the Probationary Onesies to fend for themselves. Whereas all the other playgroups chose an event that required an outlay of cash, Jillian had chosen the tot reading because it was a freebie. Her own financial situation was dire, given her pending divorce. In fact, she was keeping the divorce a secret from the PHM&T applications committee, who would certainly frown upon it. Single moms weren’t welcomed into the club because they made those who enjoyed wedded bliss uncomfortable from all that bitterness emanating from the divorcees. Not to mention events where spouses were included would suddenly seem awkward. 

Jillian knew the wisdom of keeping her mouth shut.

From the looks of things, the kids were enjoying themselves. The reader was quite animated. Oliver, Zoe, Dante, Amelia and Addison, as well as little Wills, had crawled on the mat until they were right next to her, enraptured with the way her voice brought the various characters alive.

Their parents, too, listened quietly and happily. Soon though, another presence could be felt in the room. Jillian seemed the first to pick up on it. Glancing behind her, she noticed that Bettina stood silently behind them. From her blank expression, it was hard to determine how she’d rate the event.

Jillian waved hesitantly. Bettina nodded at her, motioning her to rouse the other mothers and follow her into the library’s adjoining alcove.

They were met with a grand smile. “So great to see you and your little ones having such a wonderful time! Who arranged your meet-up today?”

The others nodded or murmured toward Jillian, who practically glowed.

“Well done, Jillian,” Bettina continued. “But sadly there will be points off for the fact that the PHM&T toddlers are being exposed to children outside the club.”

“Why?” Jillian asked, confused.

“These so-called ‘free’ events have their price, too. It is usually an emotional cost. For example, the storyteller’s performance is somewhat uninspired. I’m guessing she has been booed at many a child’s birthday party. Not to mention the exposure of our little ones to the bad behavioral habits of some of the more rambunctious children in the room.”

Lorna laughed. “Okay, so the storyteller will never be up for an Oscar, but I doubt our children picked up on that. All I know is that they’re having a great time. And I’m sure there are just as many rambunctious toddlers in the California Academy of Science’s rainforest—none of whom belong to PHM&T.”

Right then and there, Lorna had made Kelly’s point for her—that she was undermining Bettina’s authority with the other Onesies moms.

“My dear, getting into the Academy is not free. That makes a big difference.” After making her point to her sister-in-law, Bettina’s eyes swept over the other mothers. “You’ve been fairly warned.”

The silence that followed had nothing to do with the fact that they were in a library, and everything to do with the fact that each of them was processing Bettina’s threat.

“On a lighter note, I’ve come up with a wonderful way for you to choose the club-wide event you’ll host.” Bettina pulled out a small-lidded candy dish from her purse. Inside were tiny folded slips of paper. “Each of you will choose one of these. A budget is included. The necessary funds come from our annual dues. Except for the after-Thanksgiving potluck, the budget allows for food and decorations. However, you must decorate, coordinate, and host it on your own. And remember, creativity is key, but organization is just as important. The best part—your event’s success is yours, too!”

What she didn’t say was implicit—fail, and you get axed.

She held the dish out toward the other women.

They exchanged wary looks. Then Ally nodded, timidly reaching into the small bowl. “It says ‘Parents’ Holiday Party, Friday, December 14th.’”

 “Wonderful! What could be better? Food, folks, and fun!” Bettina continued, “I’ll email you with the details of the location. By the way, your budget allows for a caterer.”’

After the chastisement she’d just received, Jillian considered waiting until last, but then thought better of it. Picking next would give her more options. She reached in,  pulling out a tiny slip. “‘Santa’s Visit to the Children, Monday, December 10th.’” She sighed with relief.

Lorna frowned with concern. “Um…doesn’t the club have a few members who aren’t Christian? How do they feel about Santa?”

“In fact, Jillian, your event should also include Kwanzaa and Hanukkah rites, and some Christmas caroling. In other words, think multi-cultural! But no need for Hanukkah to run the full eight days, since our children’s attention spans are at the most an hour or two.”

Jillian nodded slowly. Everyone was sure she hadn’t been mulling the details of an eight-day extravaganza. Still, it was good that Bettina had spelled it out for her.

“My turn,” Kelly said. After pulling a folded slip, she frowned. “Oh. The After-Thanksgiving Potluck.”

“Easy-peasy,” Bettina assured her. “We hold it at the Presidio Golf Club’s café. No need for a caterer because members bring the food, which you’ll coordinate by monitoring PHM&T’s online dish sign-up sheet. In the last week, you’ll arbitrarily assign a dish category to those laggards who haven’t signed up. And you’ll be in charge of decorating the clubhouse with a Thanksgiving theme. By yourself, of course.”

Kelly’s smile faded. Obviously, she hadn’t counted on a task with so many moving parts.

 “My turn!” Jade put her hand into the bowl and pulled out a tiny slip. “Oh! I have the club’s pumpkin patch visit.” 

“Excellent,” Bettina said. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job explaining the lore around fall harvest. Lots of hands-on fun for our children, what with pony rides and the cornfield maze.”

“Last but not least, I’m sure,” said Lorna, reaching in for the last slip of paper. “I have the coordination of the Recipe Book fundraiser.”

“Aren’t you lucky! With your top-notch organizational skills, it should be a breeze,” Bettina exclaimed. “Let’s see, that means you’ll be in charge of editing the recipes for our cookbook fundraiser. Just think, Lorna! You’ll get so many great ideas to enhance those tired old standbys you insist on preparing for the holidays! Oh, that’s not to imply that your own culinary skills are lacking in any way. It’s nice to polish up on them now and then. You know, just to keep from getting stale.”

As if validating this premise, Kelly gave Lorna a sympathetic pat on the wrist.

Lorna almost jerked her arm away. She had a niggling feeling she shouldn’t trust Kelly, despite the woman’s numerous attempts to ingratiate herself to Lorna. It was obvious to everyone that Kelly and Bettina were close. And just the other day, after Chakra’s dismissal, Bettina had asked Kelly to stay behind while the rest of the group dispersed.

No, something was not right. She could just feel it. Still, if she acted suspicious of Kelly just because she and Bettina were close, she might be hurting her chances of staying in the club.

Lorna smiled, masking her frustration. “You’re right, Bettina. And since it’s the club’s most important charity fundraiser of the year, I’ll do my best to make it an even bigger success than it’s ever been. It’s raised so little money in the past.”

There, she’d thrown down the gauntlet. She’d best Bettina with her pet project.

Bettina’s worried scowl was priceless.

© 2012 Josie Brown. Published in 2012 by Coliloquy Books. All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.



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Monday Cat-astrophy: Kitty as Muse

I love a great close-up. Think Richard Avedon with Jean Shrimpton.

(Really, think Avedon with anyone. Or any thing. Could you imagine how wonderful he'd have been, with cats?

This photo taunts us to consider her striking a less pensive look, and makes us yearn for a simple, straight-on view of her beautiful face. Those whiskers! That blaze! She's a natural…

Avedon would have insisted on shooting her in black-and-white. Granted, we would have never realized the beauty of her lost-at-sea green eyes, and maybe the nuances between her strawberry fur and her white blaze–

But had he  taken on this green-eyed beauty as one of his
regulars, just think of the poses that would have come from her! 

Ah, well. We can only imagine.

— Josie



The Housewife Assassin's
Guide to Gracious Kil

 In bookstores on September 30, 2012.


In the meantime, order Book 1,
The Housewife Assassin's Handbook
Murder. Suspense. Sex. And some handy household tips.

In the US, just $2.99:

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In the UK, just £1.96 (Kindle UK) and £1.99 (iTunes UK) :


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Impossibly Tongue Tied gets its village…in Europe, Australia, and Japan, anyhow.

Impossibly_Tongue_Tied_1024x768For novelists, all of our books are our children. As a parent of nine of them (and counting!), I can honestly say that I don't play favorites, even if one or more has done better than the others.

Until recently, authors shared parenting responsibilities with their publishers. We write the books and in many cases promote them as well, while the publishers edit, create covers, print, distribute and promote the books to bookstores and readers.

Sometimes it's a wonderful collaboration. The book is nurtured by both, and flourishes out in the hard, cold world. But in many cases, the book is neglected by one parent or the other.

Sadly, this was the case with Impossibly Tongue Tied, my second novel. The publisher admitted they had no plans other than to toss the book onto the shelf.

Hearing this broke my heart.  At the time I wrote it, I was going through a family crisis, and put all my energy and angst into creating a fun, dark farce on the world of Hollywood fame and celebrity. I cried and laughed the whole time a wrote it. (Sort of like Diane Keaton, as she processed Jack Nicholson out of her system via her play, in Something's Gotta Give; I've got that clip, below…)

From the letters I received from readers, I was happy to hear I'd accomplished my goal.

Thankfully, the publisher only has rights to the book in North America (for now, anyway; my publisher will only allow me to  buying leftover inventory at a price that is worse than wholesale, and shipping above that; bookstores get free shipping, whereas the authors do not; go figure).

For those of you who live in other parts of the world, I've created a digital eBook version of Impossibly Tongue Tied, and I've priced it at a very reasonably. In Amazon.uk, you'll only pay £1.96 and throughout the other Amazon online stores, EUR 2,68.

If you enjoy it, please do review it within Amazon (it will be up soon, in the Apple iTunes Bookstore as well) and on GoodReads.

My baby deserves to be loved.

It takes a village to love a book,



"Brad, Angelina, Britney and Kevin may want to check out Josie Brown's new novel, Impossibly Tongue-Tied, for its ripped-from-the-headlines plot that mixes their scandals together…"
– PAGE SIX, New York Post

"Josie Brown gives us another page-turning guilty pleasure." – Marin Magazine

All over Hollywood, men are dialing O—for orgasms. Her steamy naughty talk fills them with lust and longing, and helps them perform like the studs they claim to be.

In truth, the industry's favorite "erotic phone operatrix" is Nina Harte, a struggling actress who has put her career on hold so that her husband, Nathan, can pursue his own dreams of stardom.

When Nathan's career takes off, so does he, leaving Nina and their four-year-old son, Jake, for his diva costar, Katerina McPherson. Then "Kat 'n' Nat" are crowned the media's newest celebrity sweethearts, and Kat labels Nina an unfit mother in order to win custody of Jake, just so that she can have that highly-coveted celebrity accessory—an adorable child—sans any unsightly stretch marks.

The one person who does care about Nina is Nathan's agent, Sam Godwin. In fact, he's in love with her. And because he has both a heart and a conscience, Sam feels guilty for having put Nat in Kat's path in the first place . . .

So, how will he feel when he learns that Nina and O are one and the same?

Read an excerpt here…


 IMPOSSIBLY TONGUE-TIED  (Signal Press, 2006, 2012)

Order it here, from


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Amazon. de, only EUR 2,68!

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Signed copies of THE BABY PLANNER are everywhere! Here’s a list…

I'm signing! Looking for signed copies of The Baby Planner? Check out these bookstores and baby boutiques!


Barnes & Noble
1600 Gateway Boulevard, Fairfield, CA 
707. 435.0484



1314 Lincoln Ave,  95125



Barnes & Noble
313 Corte Madera Town Center, Corte Madera, 94925


Warwick's Books
7812 Girard Avenue / 92037-4287 / 858.454.0347 

Book Soup 
8818 West Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA

310.659.3110 ‎



Barnes & Noble
Fashion Island Mall, 401 Newport Center Drive Suite A215
Newport Beach, CA 92660

Lido Village Books
3424 Via Oporto, Newport Beach, CA
949. 673.2549 ‎



Bellybum Boutique
 4347 North Lincoln Avenue, 60618
773.868.0944 ‎ 

Book Cellar 
4736 North Lincoln Avenue, Chicago, IL 60625-2089
(773) 293-2665 ‎



821 Park Ave @75th, NY 10021



Barnes & Noble
626 106th Avenue Northeast, Bellevue, WA
206. 451.8463



Liberty Bay Books
18881 D Front St Poulsbo, WA 98370



Planet Happy Toys
2914 Northeast 55th Street, Seattle, WA
206.729.0154 ‎ 

Barnes & Noble
2675 Northeast University Village Street, Seattle, WA 
Happily, they were out of copies when I got there… but I did sign four copies of Secret Lives of Husbands and Wives, so go get'em! 










Autographed Copies of Secret Lives of Husbands and Wives

Woman-reading-bookHere's where you'll find autographed
copies of Secret Lives of Husbands and
. Some were put on the “New Fiction”  or "New Arrival" tables, whereas you’ll find others
in Fiction under “B” for Brown. To play it save, do call ahead, because they may sell out of the autographed copies…

Los Angeles, CA (Metro)

Barnes &
Noble Booksellers

Westside Pavilion, 10850 West Pico Blvd. Los Angeles, CA 90064

Borders/ Century City
10250 Santa Monica Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90067 likely in store

Borders/Westwood – LA
1360 Westwood Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90024 likely in store

Barnes & Noble Booksellers/ The Grove at Farmers Market

The Grove at Farmers Market
, 189 Grove Drive Suite K 30, Los Angeles, CA 90036

Barnes & Noble Booksellers / 3rd Street Promenade

3rd Street Promenade, 1201 3rd Street, Santa Monica, CA 90401

Barnes & Noble Booksellers/ Marina Del Rey
13400 Maxella, Marina Del Rey, CA 90292

Borders/ Hollywood
1501 Vine St., Hollywood, CA 90028 likely in store

Barnes & Noble Booksellers / Media City Center
Burbank Town Center, 731 N San Fernando Blvd., Burbank, CA 91502

Barnes & Noble Booksellers / Pasadena
111 W Colorado Blvd, Pasadena, CA 91105

Borders/ Glendale
100 S. Brand Blvd., Glendale, CA 91204 likely in store

Barnes & Noble Booksellers / Glendale Americana

The Americana at Brand
, 210 Americana Way, Glendale, CA 91210

Barnes & Noble Booksellers/ Manhattan Beach
Manhattan Gateway Shopping Center, 1800 Rosecrans Avenue Building B, Manhattan Beach, CA 90266



710 S. Sepulveda, El Segundo, CA 90245

Borders / Westchester 
6081 Center Drive, Los Angeles, CA 90045

Central California

Barnes & Noble/Ventura
805-339-0990 /Ventura Gateway, 4820 Telephone Road, Ventura,

Barnes & Noble/Santa Barbara
805-781-8334 / 894 Marsh St Bldg G, San Luis Obispo,

Borders/ Santa Barbara
900 State Street, Santa Barbara, CA 93101 

Barnes & Noble/Santa Barbara
805-962-8509 / 829 State Street, Santa Barbara,

Borders/ Goleta
7000 Marketplace Drive, Goleta, CA 93117

Borders / San Luis Obispo
243 Madonna Rd. San Luis Obispo, CA 93405

San Francisco CA (Bay Area Metro)

Books, Inc. / Chestnut Street (Marina)

Books, Inc. / Laurel Heights

Barnes & Noble / Fisherman's Wharf

Books, Inc. / Fourth Street, Berkeley, CA

Barnes & Noble, Bay Street, Emeryville, CA

Borders, Shelmound Drive, Emerville, CA

Barnes & Noble, Corte

Town Center Mall (at Hwy 101), Corte Madera

Borders/San Rafael
East Francisco Boulevard (Next to the Toys 'R'

Borders / Stonestown
Stonestown Galleria
San Francisco, CA 94132

New York, NY (Manhattan)

& Noble at:

Fifth Ave / 555
Fifth Avenue / New York, NY 10017 / 212-697-3048

Citigroup / 160 E
54th Street / New York, NY 10022 / 212-750-8033

Lincoln Triangle
/ 1972 Broadway / New York, NY 10023 / 212-595-6859

82 & Broadway
/ 2289 Broadway / New York, NY 10024 / 212-362-8835

Tribeca/ 97 Warren Street / New York, NY 10007 / 212-587-5389

Greenwich Village / 396 Ave of the Americas at 8th Str. / New York, NY 10011 / 212-674-8780

Union Square / 33 East 17th Street / New York, NY 10003 / 212-253-0810

Borders at:

– Park Ave
 / 461 Park Avenue / New York, NY 10022 / 212.980.6785

Manhattan – 2 Penn Plaza / New York, NY 10121 / 212.244.1814

Manhattan – Columbus Circle / 10 Columbus Circle / New York, NY
10019 / 212.823.9775

New York / Long Island Area: 

Borders  / 1260 Old
Country Road / Westbury, NY
11590 / 516.683.8700
Barnes & Noble / Country Glen Center / 91 Old Country
Road / Carle Place, NY 11514 / 516-541-1456

Barnes & Noble /
Sunrise Promenade / 5224 Sunrise Highway / Massapequa Park,
11762 / 516-541-1456

Borders / 231 Airport Plaza
Boulevard /  Farmingdale, NY
Borders  /  5151 Sunrise Highway / Bohemia, NY 11716 /

New Jersey:

Barnes & Noble at:

Freehold / 3981 US Hwy 9 / Freehold,
07728  /

/ Lanes Mill Marketplace / 4831 US Hwy 9 /
07731 /

180 Route 35 / Eatontown,
07724 /

Holmdel / The Commons at Holmdel / 2134 State Highway 35 /

East Brunswick / Brunswick Square Mall / 753 Rt. 18 Brunswick Sq.
Space 318 / East Brunswick,
08816 /

North Brunswick / North Village Shopping Center /869 Route 1 South
/North Brunswick,
08902 /

Brick / 44 Brick Plaza /Brick,
08723 /

Borders at:

Freehold / 3710 Route 9 / Freehold, NJ 07728  /  732.431.3688

/135 Highway Route 35, Monmouth Plaza / Eatontown, NJ 07724 /

/ 1511 US Rte 22 / Watchung, NJ 07069/ 908.561.3200

Chicago (Suburbs)

& Noble

N. Milwaukee Avenue

/ Lincolnshire, IL 60069 / View map 

Sherman Avenue

/ Evanston, IL 60201 / View map 

Old Orchard Center

/ Skokie, IL 60077 / View map 

Crossing Shopping Center

/ 5405 Touhy Ave / Skokie,
IL 60077
/ View map 

/ 728 North
Waukegan Road
/ Deerfield,
IL 60015
/ View map

Hawthorne Center

/ Vernon Hills, IL 60061 / View map /



49 S.
Waukegan Road / Deerfield, IL 60015 / 847.559.1999 / Map

3232 Lake Avenue, Suite 100 /
Wilmette, IL 60091 / 847.256.3220
/ Map

Maple Avenue / Evanston, IL 60201 / 847.733.8852 / Map

Chicago (in the City)

Barnes & Noble / State and Elm / 1130 North State Street / Chicago, IL 60610 / 312. 280.8155

Barnes & Noble/ Clybourn / Webster Place: 1441 Webster Ave / Chicago, IL 60614 / 773.871.3610

Borders / 830 N. Michigan Ave / Chicago, IL 60611 / 312.573.0564

Borders / 150 North State Street (and Halstead) / Chicago, IL 60601 / 312.606.0750

Borders / 755 West North Avenue / Chicago, IL 60610 / 312.266.8060

Milwaukee, WI (Metro)

Boswell Books  / 2559 N. Downer Ave / Milwaukee, WI 53211 / /414-332-1181 / Map

Barnes & Noble

Square Mall
95 N. Moorland Road Unit C-1 / Brookfield, WI 53005 / View map  / 262-796-8550

N. Mayfair Rd Suite 196

/ Wauwatosa, WI 53226 / View map  / 414-475-6070

South 76th St

/ Greenfield, WI 53220 / View map  / 414-281-8222

N Bayshore Drive

/ Glendale, WI 53217 / View map  / 414-967-1610

/ 2710 South Green Bay Rd / Racine,
WI 53406
/ View map  / 262-598-9757


101 W.
Wisconsin Ave. / Milwaukee, WI 53203 / 414.225.9977 / Map
8705 N. Port Washington / Fox Point, WI 53217 / 414.540.1427 /  Map

5250 S 76th
St. / Greendale, WI 53129 / 414.282.0882 / Map

West Grand Ave / Gurnee, IL 60031 / 847.249.1845 / Map

Madison, WI (Metro)

Barnes & Noble:

Towne Mall
/ 7433 Mineral Point Road / Madison,
WI 53717
/ View map / 608-827-0809

Towne Mall
/ #1 East Towne Mall / Madison, WI
/ View map  / 608-241-4695

3750 University Ave. / Madison, WI 53705 / 608.232.2600 / Map