Yoo-hoo, Reagan Summerside here and I have some mighty fine advice for you all. See that there paper below, never, ever sign it!
I did when I was young, dumb and in love. Now I’m thirty-two, divorced and broke. The things we do under the influence of a handsome man and raging hormones! Mercy!
My dear ex, that would be Hollis Beaumont the Third, went and kicked me to the curb for a younger model I now non-affectionately refer to as Cupcake.
The only thing Hollis left me in our divorce is our Victorian, Cherry House, named after the cherry tree in the front yard loaded with April blooms. Is there anything more breath-taking than Savannah in the spring?
The reason Hollis let me have the house is so he wouldn’t look like a total jackass to the good folks of Savannah. Everyone knows I’m the one who’s rehabbing the place. I’d loved Cherry House when I was a kid and watched it fall apart bit-by-bit. I knew I could save it. That I’d never hammered or sawed a thing in my life didn’t deter my enthusiasm...it should have.
I give Haunted Savannah tours to those visiting here. What else can I do with a Southern history degree? But I don’t make enough to even pay the taxes on the on Cherry House. So, I’ve decided to open a consignment shop on the first floor. I’m calling it the Prissy Fox.
It’s never easy to get a new store started and things haven't improved one bit since the day I borrowed Hollis' Lexus without him knowing it. I needed to deliver a clock from my shop to a snooty customer. When I opened the Lexus trunk there was Cupcake in the back, wrapped in plastic and dead as Lincoln. Sweet mother!
Now Hollis has gotten himself arrested and he intends to sell Cherry House to pay his legal fees to that no-good, scum-sucking, low-rent lawyer, Walker Boone who--with Hollis--screwed me over in the divorce.
I’m here to tell you I simply can not let that happen! I’ll go and find the real killer myself and save the blasted lawyer fees. How hard can it be?
If I just hadn’t signed that prenup!
So I ask you, have you ever signed or agreed to something you regretted? Lordy, how do we get ourselves into such things and live to tell about it!
And I do tell all about it in Iced Chiffon, the first in my new series Consignment: Murder. Iced Chiffon won’t be out till March 2012, but that’s just fine and dandy as I’ll have time to introduce you to Auntie KiKi, Elsie and AnneFritz Abbott who live on the other side of me, and Detective Aldeen Ross who is forever trying to lose a few pounds. My mamma, Judge Gloria Summerside known in legal circles as Guillotine Gloria, may stop by. Maybe that scallywag, Walker Boone, might show up, wanting to put in his two-cents.
I have two copies of my romance book, Hot Southern Nights, to give away to a lucky commenter as we sit here on the veranda at Cherry House, sip sweet tea and chat a spell.