Please join me in welcoming Debby Mayne, author of
the Christian fiction, Pretty is as Pretty Does, as she tours the
blogosphere July 1 – 26 2013 on her first virtual book tour with Pump Up
Your Book!
Please leave a comment or question for Debby to let her
know you stopped by. My review of Pretty
Is As Pretty Does will actually post later this week (Sorry to be running
behind!). You can follow Debby and her
tour here.
Pretty Is As Pretty DoesBy Debby MayneClass Reunion, Book 1Publisher: Abingdon PressRelease Date: June 1, 2013Buy Links: Amazon │ Barnes & Noble │AbingdonPressBook Description:Priscilla Slater goes to her 10-year high school reunion as a successful business woman. Even though she got rid of her mousy brown hair, swapped out her discount store wardrobe for designer clothes, and now has perfectly straight teeth, she can't get past feeling like the ugly duckling. Her parents' disapproval for her choice of careers—running a chain of hair salons—deepens her self-doubt. She experiences self-discovery and learns that things aren't always as they seem.During the reunion, one woman passes out after starving herself for the event. The class beauty queen appears to have more self-confidence than ever until her ex shows up with his new wife. The reunion organizer has taken her responsibilities to a whole new level that makes the Marines look like Boy Scouts, while her husband drinks too much and makes a fool of himself. The man she always dreamed about being with finally gives her some attention, but when she finds out more about him, she realizes he's not worth her time. These realizations boost her self-confidence, but now she has to deal with her best friend Tim's new feelings for her.
Excerpt:
Chapter
One
(Priscilla
Slater)
We
are thrilled to announce
Piney
Point High School’s
10
year reunion
on June
7, 2003, at 7:30 PM
in
Piney Point High’s
Newly
renovated gymnasium.
Attire:
Sunday best
RSVP:
Laura Moss 601-555-1515
PS:
There will be a pre-party
At
Shenanigans in Hattiesburg
Starting
at about 5:00 PM.
Wow. Ten years. As I read my high school reunion
invitation a second time, I can’t help but smile. Although I own one of the
most successful businesses in my hometown of Piney Point, Mississippi, I’ve
lost track of most of the people I graduated with.
Knowing
the people I went to high school with, this is going to be one crazy event—that
is, if everyone attends. I’m not surprised Laura added a pre-party to the
invitation. Her husband has never attended any social event before pre-partying
his face off—even in high school. Pete Moss graduated with the distinct honor
of high school lush, and as far as I know, he continues to hold that honor,
which is ironic since I don’t remember ever seeing Laura touching a drop of
anything stronger than her mama’s two-day old sweet tea.
Poor
Laura.
I
pin the invitation to the bulletin board beside the fridge. And for extra
measure, I jot the date on my calendar. In pencil, just in case . . . well, in
case something comes up.
As
I kick off my killer-high heels, I wonder if Maurice will be there. I sigh as I
remember the guy who, in my mind, almost became my boyfriend. I used to stand
in front of my bedroom mirror, practicing “looks.” I reflect back and realize
things weren’t as they seemed, but I still wonder if he’ll see me differently
now that I’ve made something of myself. Not that I’m trying to impress anyone.
And
I sure haven’t impressed my parents. Quite the opposite. Still, I’ve taken a
small-town beauty shop and turned it into a fabulous business—one of the most
successful in Piney Point. And I’m not ready to stop there. I already have
three shops—the original, which used to be called Dolly’s Cut ‘n Curl, one in
Hattiesburg that formerly held the title Goldy’s Locks, and the salon where my
current office is located in Jackson. In honor of the first, they are all
called Prissy’s Cut ’n Curl, although I’m seriously considering changing the
name to something a little trendier since I’m planning to expand. I mean,
really, can you imagine anyone in New York City telling her friends she gets
her hair done at the Cut ‘n Curl? Besides, I hate being called Prissy.
I’ll
never forget Mother’s reaction when she found out I’d dropped out of my first
semester of college and enrolled at the Pretty and Proud School of
Cosmetology. You’d have thought I announced I wanted to pledge Phi Mu or
something. No offense to anyone in Phi Mu. It’s just that Mother was a Chi
Omega, and that makes me a legacy, which carries even more clout than being
Miss Piney Point, something I never was. Mother would have had a fit if I’d
even suggested entering a beauty contest. So when I met some of the Chi Omegas
at Ole Miss, I was surprised by how many of them were beauty queens—something
Mother never mentioned.
My
parents are academics and they’re proud of it. Mother is a professor of
English, and Dad is the head of the history department at the Piney Point
Community College, but you’d think they were tenured professors at an Ivy
League school the way they carry on.
I
missed lunch today and my stomach’s grumbling. But when the noise turns to
hissing, I relent and pull a Lean Cuisine from the freezer. I know how to cook,
but it seems rather pointless to do that for one. I also know that one Lean
Cuisine isn’t enough, so while it heats in the microwave, I grab a bag of salad
and dump the contents into a bowl. Then I chop a tomato, grab a few olives, and
pour a tablespoon of ranch dressing on top. I step back and study the salad
before I squirt another tablespoon or two. The salad’s full of fiber and the
Lean Cuisine is low-fat, so I figure that balances out the extra calories.
Just
as I’m about to sit down and enjoy dinner, the phone rings. It has to be
Mother, I think. She’s the only one who ever calls my house phone. I hesitate,
but my daughterly duties overcome me. What if she needs something? I’d never be
able to live with the guilt if I didn’t answer an important call from the woman
who gave birth to me after twenty hours of labor—or so she tells folks when
they ask why I’m an only child.
“Did
you get your invitation yet?” she asks without letting me finish my hello.
“Are you planning on going?”
Leave
it to Mother to know about the reunion before me. “Yes . . . well, probably.”
“There’s
really no point, Priscilla. After all, it’s all about showing off all your
accomplishments, and it’s not like you’ve made all that much of your life.”
I
bite my tongue, as I always have. I want to let Mother know how I really feel,
but talking back has never gotten me anywhere with her, so I somehow manage to
keep my yap shut. She takes that as encouragement to keep going.
“That
silly-frilly little job of yours will get old one of these days, and then what
will you do?”
Debby Mayne has published more than 30 books and novellas, 400 print short stories and articles, more than 1,000 web articles, and a slew of devotions for women. She has also worked as managing editor of a national health magazine, product information writer for HSN, a creative writing instructor for Long Ridge Writers Group, and a copy editor and proofreader for several book publishers.
For the past eight years, she has judged the Writers Digest Annual Competition, Short-Short Contest, and Self-Published Book Competition. Three of Debby’s books have been top ten favorites by the Heartsong Presents book club. Love Finds You in Treasure Island, Florida received 4-1/2 stars from Romantic Times Magazine, and was named a Top Pick for the month of July 2009.
Her latest book is Pretty Is As Pretty Does.
You can visit Debby Mayne’s website at www.debbymayne.com.
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