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Me: If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? Why?Sonia: I would be Melanie Wilkes from Gone with the Wind. She was a gentle, loving person who always saw the good in others. Unfortunately, I’m more jaded like the other heroine of that particular novel.
Me: What is the first curse word that comes to mind? How often and why do you use it?Sonia: I don’t use curse words very often because frequent swearing causes those types of words to lose their impact.
Me: How would you spend ten thousand bucks?Sonia: I’d spend it on a down payment for a Tesla. I’m so in love with those cars.
Me: What are 5 things within touching distance?Sonia: My iPhone, laptop, bottled water, lamp shaped like the Eiffel tower and shea butter hand cream.
Me: Do you have a crush on anyone?Sonia: Not at the present but I do have them from time to time.
By Sonia Koso
Publisher: Sonia Koso
Release Date: July 20, 2014
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance
Length: 259 Pages
BUY LINK: AMAZON
About the book:
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.
EXCERPTBack to AustinThe Texas Chili Parlor was two blocks from Deane’s condo. On the short walk over, she explained that when the legislature was in session, it was very popular with politicians.“Many laws have been drafted and many alliances forged chili and beer at the Parlor,” Deane said. “It’s also a haven for locals who don’t jive with all the skinny jean wearing hipsters moving to town.”Deane walked them past a couple of motorcycles parked out front and opened the door to the mostly neon-lit establishment. She was immediately met by a man sitting on a stool at the end of the bar. He was wearing a Rolling Stones t-shirt Famous bar in Cozumel and frayed cargo shorts and had a head of coarse hair the color of hay.“Deane!” He said, standing up to hug her. Deane kissed him on the cheek. “Oh no,” he said. “I want the real thing,” and proceeded to kiss her square on the lips.“Now James, I’m here with home folks. You don’t want to ruin my reputation.”The man smiled and vacated his seat, offering it to Deane.“James, this is Carrie and Eric,” Deane said. “Carrie, Eric, my friend James Roberts.”Pep, the bartender, who was sporting a long salt-and pepper goatee, came over. He had a pink drink ready and handed it to Deane.“What can I get you folks?” he asked.“Pep,” Deane purred. “These two need Drew drinks. Badly”“Rough day?” he asked, eyeing Carrie’s still slightly red eyes.“All work and no play,” Deane said, taking a sip of the drink.“What is that?” Eric asked, eyeing the slightly pink concoction.“It’s vodka, cranberry, soda, a little lime and more vodka,” Pep responded as his deft hands assembled the mixture.“Good starter,” James said. “But Deane needs a shot.”Eric and Carrie stared at each other. Who knew Deane Linley did shots?“James, you know that shooting liquor leads to shooting pool,” Deane said with a wink. “And I’d feel bad about taking all your money again.”“That’s a good point. I’m still smarting from our last game.”Carrie and Eric looked at each other again. Who knew Deane could play pool? And who would’ve guessed she might be good at it? Was the Chili Parlor the portal to an alternate universe?“So what brings you to town?” James asked Carrie and Eric.“Well,” Carrie drawled as she took a sip of the Drew drink. “I live here and….” Her mind derailed for a moment. What was she going to tell people about her and Jake? She said the first thing that came to mind: “Bad marriage stuff.”“I’m sorry to hear that,” James said. “I was married once. Never again. Ever.”“What about you?” James asked Eric. “Married? Divorced?”“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride,” Eric replied. He pretended to flip non-existent long hair from his shoulder.James seemed completely comfortable with Eric’s flamboyance but he was the kind of man born and bred in Austin who goes with the flow and likes everyone. Gay, straight, black, white, brown; none of it mattered if you were good-natured.After a round, James kissed Deane on the cheek and told her it was time he headed home.“Is that your motorcycle outside?” Deane asked. “The black and white one?”“Why, yes it is,” James responded.“Ride like you stole it,” she said, putting one hand on her hip.With that, James and his inviting smile were out the door and off with the throaty roar of a Harley.Eric stared at Deane widening his eyes and pursing his mouth. “Look who has a boyfriend.”“Hush,” Deane said.“Awful young for you,” Eric teased. “Who knew you were a cougar?”“At my age, I’d be a saber-tooth tiger.”
I don’t know about anyone else but this excerpt made me laugh. I have always thought that a “cheating” or “wondering” spouse needs a good cast iron skillet to the head to clear their thoughts – but it sure sounds to me as if Carrie found a better attention grabber than mine and apparently I am missing my kind of people by not living in Texas!
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.