Clutch:
A Novel
By Lisa Becker
Genre: Contemporary Chick-Lit Romance
Out October 2015
clutch: a novel is the laugh-out-loud, chick lit
romance chronicling the dating misadventures of Caroline Johnson, a single
purse designer who compares her unsuccessful romantic relationships to styles
of handbags – the “Hobo” starving artist, the “Diaper Bag” single dad, the
“Briefcase” intense businessman, etc. With her best friend, bar owner Mike by
her side, the overly-accommodating Caroline drinks a lot of Chardonnay, puts
her heart on the line, endures her share of unworthy suitors and finds the
courage to discover the “Clutch” or someone she wants to hold onto.
Mimi Johnson was
casually dressed in a brightly-colored blouse with enormous turquoise jewelry
and equally-oversized glasses. Despite that largesse, the only thing truly
bigger than her personality (and her bosom) was her handbag. It was always
perfectly matched to her clothing, shoes, and jewelry. She was like a walking
Chico’s advertisement, if you added forty years, forty pounds, and a Virginia
Slims cigarette. From her Mary Poppins-like bag, she pulled out a box,
impeccably-wrapped in glossy pink paper with a white grosgrain ribbon bow. A
cigarette teetered between her two fingers while she produced a lung-hacking
cough.
“Open it…
<cough, cough> …sweetie. Open it,” she said to her seven-year-old
great niece, Caroline, a beautiful and vibrant girl with long blonde hair and
oversized blue eyes.
Alive with
anticipation, sweet young Caroline eagerly took the box and smiled up at Mimi.
She gingerly removed the ribbon, planning to save it for later. The glossy
paper was less of interest and she ripped through it quickly. She opened the
box and gently lifted out a hot pink purse, adorned with pale pink flowers and
rhinestones. An enormous smile overcame her. Caroline nearly set her own hair
on fire from Mimi’s cigarette as she bounded into her aunt’s arms.
“Oh, thank you,
Aunt Mimi. It’s lovely.”
And that was when
Caroline’s love of handbags began. From big and loud ones that would make Mimi
proud to unimposing wristlets, from bowler bags to satchels; it didn’t matter
if they were made of canvas or calf-skin leather, were distressed or
embellished with metal studs. Hell, she didn’t care if you called them
pocketbooks or purses. She just loved them all – almost as much as she loved
Mimi.
By the time she was
a junior in high school and well on her way to being class valedictorian, it
was the hundreds of bags Caroline owned that helped her conceptualize her
ticket out of her suffocating small Georgian town. She would design handbags.
And it was Mimi who was her steadfast cheerleader.
“Caroline, sweetie…
<cough, cough> …you find something you love and you just hold
onto it.” It had never mattered if Caroline was asking Mimi’s advice about a
friend, lover, or career. The advice was always the same: “Find something you
love and hold onto it.”
Mimi’s words
ever-present in her mind, Caroline headed to the Fashion Institute of Design
and Merchandising and spent four years in Los Angeles learning everything there
was to know to pursue her passion. Then, right out of college, she spent three
years working in the design and marketing departments of two of the world’s
leading high-end handbag designers.
She was schooled in
beauty and how to accessorize the perfectly-coiffed women on the way to their
Botox appointments. But Caroline was pulled by the nagging feeling that the
very person who had inspired her career, Mimi, could never afford the bags she
designed, even if Caroline used her generous employee discount on Mimi’s
behalf. And God forbid Mimi would ever accept one as a gift, always preferring
to give rather than receive. But Caroline believed there was no reason for
anyone to be denied the ultimate in accessories. She saw an untapped market of
designing beautiful and affordable bags, but she just wasn’t sure she was
start-up potential. Again, it was Mimi who nudged her to learn the business
side of things and apply to MBA programs. When Caroline was accepted to Harvard
Business School, Mimi of course encouraged her.
“You’ve got this,
sweetie. <cough, cough>,” she said. “It’s in the bag.”
Caroline was
sitting in Financial Reporting and Control on her first day of Harvard classes
(and yes, the class turned out to be as boring as it sounded). That’s when she
first eyed Mike, who was wearing a faded pair of Levi jeans, a washed-out
vintage Rolling Stones T-shirt, and Converse sneakers. He oozed charisma.
Turning her head away from him and back toward the front of the lecture hall, Caroline
thought that if he were a handbag, he would be a grey leather tote – confident
and dependable, but not trying too hard.
Mike surveyed the
large lecture hall as he walked in, a Starbucks coffee cup in each hand. After
descending the steps slowly, he took a seat next to Caroline and planted one of
the white and green cups on her desk.
Flashing a wide,
dimpled smile, which she mused he reserved for getting girls to drop their
panties, he said, “Here. You look like you’re going to need this.”
“Thanks,” she
replied in a suspicious tone, turning her head sideways to look at him and
raising an eyebrow.
“I’m Mike,” he
said, again flashing a smile and reaching out for a handshake.
“I’m Caroline.
Thanks for the…”
“Latte.”
“Latte,” she
confirmed. “Thanks. But just so you know, I’m not gonna sleep with you,” she
said in an apparent attempt to establish up front she wasn’t taken in by his
obvious charm.
“I know,” he
replied matter-of-factly.
Before she could
respond, Professor Beauregard, a stout man with excessive eyebrows, spoke up.
“Please take note
of where you are seated. I will send around a seating chart for you to mark
your spot. This will be your seat for the remainder of the semester.”
“Looks like we’ll
be seatmates,” Mike said, grinning at her.
“Looks like it,”
she replied.
About three months
into the first semester, Caroline learned that her fun-loving, easy-going new
best buddy Mike wasn’t exactly who he appeared to be.
In addition to
clutch: a novel, Lisa Becker is the author of the Click Trilogy, a contemporary
romance series comprised of Click: An Online Love Story, Double Click and Right
Click. She’s written bylined articles about dating and relationships for
“Cupid’s Pulse,” “The Perfect Soulmate,” “GalTime,” “Single Edition,” “Healthy
B Daily” and “Chick Lit Central” among others. She lives in Manhattan Beach,
California with her husband and two daughters. To learn more, visit www.lisawbecker.com.
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