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Kendall's managed to wrangle her grandmother's house--free and clear--except for the rules. No male roommates. But that's okay. With the right ad she'll pull in some girls who will pay rent. If she's lucky, Kendall won't have to go to work any time soon.Anna, Lelani, and Megan all have their reasons for wanting to move in. Anna has got to get out from under her overprotective parents. Lelani can't take another day in her aunt's tiny crackerbox house overflowing with toddlers. And Megan needs a place free of her current roommate from Hades. Though they come with assorted extra baggage filled with broken hearts and dreams, they'll discover they also have a vast array of hidden strengths.As they struggle to become the women they want to be, they'll find new hope . . . and maybe even Kendall will learn a thing or two about life, love, and the true meaning of friendship.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 janvier 2010
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781493420797
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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What people are saying about
i heart bloomberg
“Melody offers chick lit readers a bouquet of colorful characters. Kendall and her Bloomberg roommates are guaranteed to brighten up your reading hours. Lovely!”
Robin Jones Gunn, best-selling author of the Sisterchicks® novels and Peculiar Treasures
“I heart Bloomberg ! The title fits this lovely, warm story of Megan, Lelani, Anna, and Kendall. Melody Carlson is a master storyteller who deftly captures the heart and yearnings of young women. Readers will connect with the ladies of Bloomberg Place as they strive to find their place in this big world.”
Rachel Hauck, author of Sweet Caroline
“ I heart bloomberg is a delightful story about four roommates renovating their home and their hearts. As the Bloomberg Girls weather the challenges of friendship together, they discover the joys of forgiveness and restoration.”
Melanie Dobson, author of Together for Good and Going for Broke
“ I heart bloomberg reminds me of Friends, the TV show, minus the coarseness—a YaYa Sisterhood for my younger Christian generation. The wildly disparate characters compliment each other perfectly. I can’t wait to see what else happens to them!”
Camy Tang, author of Sushi for One ?

© 2008 Melody Carlson
Published by Revell a division of Baker Publishing Group P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287 www.revellbooks.com
Previously published by David C Cook
Ebook edition originally created 2011
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-2079-7
This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.
Published in association with the literary agency of Sara A. Fortenberry
Cover Design: The DesignWorks Group, Charles Brock Interior Design: The DesignWorks Group Cover Illustration: Rob Roth
To Myke Wabs,
a woman who knows all about friendship and houses,
love, mc
Contents
Cover
Endorsements
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
1-Megan Abernathy
2-Lelani Porter
3-Anna Mendez
4-Kendall Weis
5-Megan
6-Lelani
7-Anna
8-Kendall
9-Megan
10-Lelani
11-Anna
12-Megan
13-Kendall
14-Megan
15-Lelani
16-Anna
17-Megan
18-Lelani
19-Megan
20-Lelani
21-Anna
22-Megan
23-Kendall
24-Megan
25-Kendall
26-Lelani
27-Megan
28-Anna
29-Lelani
30-Kendall
31-Megan
32-Kendall
Discussion Questions
A Conversation with Melody Carlson
An Excerpt from Let Them Eat Fruitcake
About the Author
Back Ad
Back Cover
One

Megan Abernathy

“Three female housemates wanted to share luxurious four-bedroom residence in upscale urban neighborhood. Classic historical house within walking distance of downtown, campus, and shopping. No smokers, no drugs, no pets. $550 a month includes all utilities. One-year lease, no exceptions. First and last, plus cleaning deposit required. Send résumé to Ms. Weis, PO Box 4721, Herrington Heights.”
Megan Abernathy folded the newspaper in half and circled the ad with her neon green highlighter pen. Then she read the words again, more carefully this time. This place sounded pretty swanky. And it should be, at $550 a month for just a room! She glanced around her crowded and messy bedroom—one of two in a crummy little apartment she shared with three other young women.
To be fair, it was her roommate’s half of the bedroom that looked the worst. Megan’s side was relatively neat. Well, other than the plastic storage crates stacked against the wall. But that’s what came from remaining in a less than satisfactory housing situation for so long. It had seemed like a smart move a couple years back—a real leap from dormitory living, but still on campus. Now it felt like a jail cell.
Megan kicked a stray flip-flop back to Bethany’s side of the room. She had meant to find another place to live after graduation, along with a job. But then Dad got sick in early May. And the summer slipped sideways with his nonstop medical treatments, hospitalizations, and finally, after the doctors admitted they’d exhausted all options, his funeral in late August. Consequently she had no time to think about housing or job possibilities or much of anything to do with her future. And maybe it didn’t matter anyway. Maybe she just didn’t even care anymore.
“Don’t become a martyr,” her mother had warned when she dropped Megan back at the rundown apartment a couple of weeks ago. “Your portion of Dad’s life insurance can easily help you afford a bigger and better place, sweetheart. You did so well in school, and we never really celebrated your graduation. I’m sure that Dad would’ve wanted you to—”
“I’ll be fine,” Megan had reassured her. “I just need to find a job.” Her plan had been to get her feet under her before moving to a better place. Of course, she couldn’t mention her regrets over not putting in applications for teaching positions last spring. That would only make her mom feel worse. Now it was the end of September, way too late to snag a teaching job. Instead, she told her mom not to worry. “I just want to take a year to figure things out,” she said.
“A year can be a lifetime.” Mom sighed, then gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“How about you, Mom?” Megan suddenly remembered that her mother was going home to an empty house now, a totally different lifestyle. “Will you be okay?”
“With God’s help, I will.” Then Mom frowned up at the dismal apartment complex behind Megan. “Just promise me that you’ll at least consider another place to live. I worry about your safety in this neighborhood.”
Now, just two weeks later, Megan wondered if her mom was right about this neighborhood after all. The headlines in this morning’s paper reported that another college coed seemed to be missing. Since the sophomore had only been gone two days, a missing-person report hadn’t been filed, but the girl’s roommate felt certain that foul play was involved, and no family members had seen her either. This was the second female student to go missing in six months. And the truth was, it creeped Megan out. Not having classes to distract her only made matters worse and gave her more time to fixate on things.
More than that, she regretted not giving up her space in this apartment last June, back when she’d begun to suspect that her roommate was turning into a wild child.
Bethany had seemed okay when she moved in a year ago. She was a junior and fairly serious about school, but by springtime things started to deteriorate. Last summer, while Megan was gone, Bethany turned their room into a pigsty and, according to the other roommates, became even more indiscriminate about her male friends and partying habits. At this rate, Megan would be surprised if Bethany would even manage to graduate this year. Megan warned Bethany that her late-night partying could get her into serious trouble, not unlike the poor girl who had been missing since Friday.
Megan used her foot to nudge several stray clothes and mismatched shoes onto the skanky-looking pile of dirty laundry that seemed to be smoldering at the foot of Bethany’s unmade bed. Then she liberally sprayed this festering mound with Febreze—her new best friend—and hoped that dirty laundry wasn’t combustible. Satisfied that she was keeping the stench at bay, she returned to perusing the classifieds.
She had to get out of here. Whether to escape her raunchy roommate or the fear of some campus criminal, today, she decided, was D-day. D for determination. After slogging around in a slightly depressed slump for the past few weeks, she’d forced herself out of bed first thing this morning and went out to pick up the newspaper. Now Megan was determined to 1) get a job, any job, and 2) move out. And not necessarily in that order. After carefully searching the help-wanted section she had wandered on to the housing ads, which, typical of autumn and the beginning of school, were less than promising. But that one with the “luxurious four bedrooms” caught her eye, and it sounded surprisingly tempting just now. But to send a résumé? Just to rent a room? It seemed a little over the top.
Then again, the house did sound nice. Maybe it would be worth sending her résumé. How much trouble would it be? Just turn on her computer and pull up the doc and print it out. She needed to do this anyway if she was going to apply for those two jobs that she’d highlighted this morning. Easy breezy.
Of course, Megan never liked doing things the easy way. So, after she pulled up her résumé, which she’d edited just two weeks ago, she felt compelled to go over it again thoroughly, tweaking here and there to make sure it appeared impressive enough for this “upscale” and “classic” house that she suddenly felt desperate to inhabit. She imagined herself going to work from a beautiful home where she had a large closet with an organized and well-maintained wardrobe, not to mention a bedroom all to herself, perhaps a master suite? Maybe she would splurge on a bedroom set, even if it was simply from Ikea. And she’d get some cool bedding and bath linens and perhaps an area rug too. It was sounding better by the minute.
After about an hour, she was satisfied, or nearly. She printed out her perfected résumé on pale pink stationery, something she would never do for a job interview because it would look too girly; but she hoped this might get the homeowner’s attention. Megan wanted to show this woman that she wasn’t just the run-of-the-mill, unemployed college grad. She carefully folded the two pages and placed them in a matching pale pink envelope and, using her best penmans