by Sonia
Koso
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BLURB:
Austin socialite Carrie Pryce has no clue her criminally
charming husband is carrying on with another woman until she returns home
unexpectedly, mistakes the sounds of passion for a home-invasion robbery and
accidently shoots him in the backside. Stunned, Carrie drives all night
to her quirky hometown and collapses in a near-catatonic state.
A crew of ladies spanning three generations realize it’s up
to them to help Carrie get her life out of the ditch. Known as the
“Presbyterian Mafia,” these are not sweet old gals. They have a book club that
never reads, a garden club that doesn’t garden, and a bible study class that
gossips about the Methodists. They’re known around town for antics including
catfights, car chases and Voodoo rituals. The women enlist Carrie’s former
childhood best friend Portia (now a lawyer) and her flamboyant cousin Eric
(recently returned from New York) in their effort.
While dealing with the after-effects of her imprudent gunplay
and managing a hair color disaster, Carrie meets Rhett Richards. He’s an
attractive oil field worker who can make women think un-Christian thoughts by
the mere act of wearing a pair of tight wranglers. Carrie soon learns that
hometowns can be the perfect places to bury old scandals and create new ones.
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Excerpt:
A shirtless vision
As her Mercedes pulled into the gravel drive at the Gaston
home, Carrie and Eric spotted Agnes and Oweita’s Buick parked by the side
entrance and an unknown, cherry red 1965 Chevy truck parked in front of the
garage.
A tanned, shirtless man walked out of an open garage door.
He was lean with the kind of body obtained not by preening at the gym but by
honest work.
“Who the hell is that?” Eric said, fanning his face, then
hastily adding: “I saw him first.”
“Who says he’s on
your team?” Carrie responded.
“I’m going inside to find out right now.” Eric bounded out
of the car and up to the kitchen door.
He walked in to find Agnes, Oweita and Rose, Addie Jo’s
live-in nurse, sitting at the breakfast nook. Carrie followed him in and was about
to say hello when Agnes cut her off.
“Dang it, children. You’re blocking my view!” She motioned
them to get out of the way of the window. Carrie and Eric realized the ladies
were also ogling the shirtless vision.
“Yeah, about that,” Carrie said. “What’s the story?”
“Shhh,” Oweita said. “In my daydreams, I’m forty years
younger and he is all kinds of naked.”
“She didn’t just say that!” Eric whispered to Carrie.
“Oh yeah, she did.”
“That’s Rhett Richards. Deane’s new project manager,” Rose
explained. She had been Addie Jo’s caretaker for the last 13 years and had been
inducted into both the family and the Presbyterian Mafia.
Rhett was in the process of washing mud off his truck. He
had the kind of back that looked like a capital “V”—broad shoulders that
tapered to a long, narrow waist.
Everyone in the kitchen was watching the way he filled out the back of
his tight wranglers. Carrie thought she
saw a small tattoo on the back of his neck peeking out from under his sandy
hair.
“Rhett?” Eric said, raising a brow. “Frankly, my dear, I do
give a damn.”
“You gotta thank Jesus for making things like that,” Agnes
said, all but licking her lips. “That boy is hotter than the handles on the
gates of hell.”
“You gotta thank Deane for hiring a thing like that,” Eric
said.
“Why’s he living in the garage apartment?” Carrie asked.
“He just moved here from Midland,” Rose answered. “Deane
invited him to stay in the apartment until he can get settled in.”
“For the last little while,” Agnes whispered, “Deane likes
to have someone living there. She and Addie Jo and Rose don’t need to be alone
out here.”
“They wanted me to move in when I came back to town,” Eric
said. “But I didn’t want to be ogled and sexually harassed by Agnes.”
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Let's learn a little about Somia Koso:
Do you ever wish you were someone else?
I’ve worked very hard to be happy with who I am. Learning to be happy as someone else would be too much of a challenge.
My last birthday was bittersweet because I had just lost my Dad. I was in my hometown and my best friend from high school and her family made me dinner. She even managed to find Hello Kitty cupcakes. Her daughter and I bonded over our mutual love for all things Hello Kitty.
I don’t have any ink. It’s just not my thing.
I’m working on a romance that involves a love triangle in a law office. There’s a great deal of drama that occurs in real-life law offices but the guys usually aren’t as hot as my fictional hero.
I’m very good at reading people’s personalities. This comes from years of picking juries.
Tap dancing. I’m taking an adult, beginning tap class and can’t always get my feet to understand right from left. It’s seriously silly but a lot of fun.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Sonia Koso
grew up in the eccentricity-filled piney woods of North East Texas. She has been writing since an early age and
considers it her first love. After receiving a B.A. in English Writing, her
life took a drastic turn and she went to law school. Sonia practiced law for
over a decade but was drawn back to writing in 2012. Sonia's stories feature
strong women, good-looking guys, legal dilemmas and a dose of humor. Smart Blondes borrows many characters from
her childhood as well as her legal career.
Sonia does
most of her writing at her condo in Austin’s hip SOCO district. It’s in walking
distance from landmarks including Lady Bird Lake, the Continental Club, and the
Congress Avenue Bat Bridge. When not writing, Sonia divides her time between the
live music of Austin and the sunshine of Boca Raton. She loves Tex-Mex food,
blue water, cocktails and good friends. Sonia often dreams of a man who can do
his own laundry and a walk-in closet with a chandelier…but not necessarily in
that order.
Links:
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ReplyDeleteI sympathize about your dad--it'll be two years at the end of the month since I lost mine, and it's still hard. I wish you well!
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i enjoyed the blurb about the book.
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