From Wendy Lyn Watson's Mysteries a la Mode
Life in a Dalliance, Texas, has more layers than an icebox cake.
Take my cousin, Bree. All her life she's carefully cultivated a party girl persona. In high school, she cracked gum, cracked wise, and cracked a few heads. None of the boys who panted after her and her double-Ds realized she had straight As on her report card.
If it hadn't been for an ill-timed (and ultimately false) pregnancy scare, Bree could have gotten out of Dalliance, gone to college, had some security in her life. But, instead, she had a string of cruddy husbands, each more loathsome and unreliable than the last.
Today, she's on her own. Well, except for her precocious daughter, Alice. But Bree is still a mess of contradictions. She dresses like a two-bit hooker and swears like a sailor. The folks down at the Bar None worship her for her sexy karaoke performances and her ability to pound shots with the best of 'em. They'd be floored to see her sitting at our kitchen table with a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose and a fussy cross-stitch sampler in her hands. Or to catch her weeping softly over a commercial for flavored coffee.
Now, Bree's past is coming back to haunt her, and her bad girl image may bite her in the behind. One of her exes (Alice's daddy) rolled back into town, and before you could say "paternity test," Bree got caught standing over his very dead lawyer ... a gun in her hand.
I know Bree. The real Bree. She's not a killer. Underneath that tough talk, she's a sweet and sensitive girl. But just like with an ice box cake, it's almost impossible to tease apart the layers in her life, separate fact from fiction.
What about you? What would people be surprised to know about you? Are you all about the layers, or are you a "what you see is what you get" kind of person?
Find out more about Bree's predicament in A Parfait Murder, available on Tuesday! And be sure to visit Wendy on her website and on Facebook.