Monday, May 28, 2012
Reality Check from the BFF
You know, Cam Harris and I have been best friends since 7th grade, but we really are yin and yang. Or probably more yin and Ylang Ylang. She is the feminine prototype. I'm the aphrodisiac. Or maybe it is more yin and Yuengling—you'll at least let me be a good beer, won't you?
Oh, but seriously, if you want seriously, you've come to the wrong one of us. Our matching hair color is where any similarities end (the un-color, between blonde, brown and red, if you must know) But she is proper, I am play. She is nice, I am naughty. Whatever scale you want to put us on, she pops up where a respectable person would, and I pop up as the person who really is annoyed at the idea of respectability. So how is it SHE is now the person turning up all this trouble?
It's those nutty high-society people she works with for the Roanoke Garden Society who think they can get away with anything. (I should know—my father was once a senator). And she keeps dragging me INTO the trouble! I spent a lifetime establishing that I would be the trouble-drag-to-inner (and word maker upper) and here she goes and trumps me—invites some hoity toity photographer (and horse's hind end) to do some fancy photography shoot, he gets killed, and we have insane chaos on our hands! Chaos I didn't start! Though to be honest, the chaos I start is far more likely to involve good beer and or skinny dipping... I'm not the murdering sort. In fact if it hadn't gotten personal, I probably wouldn't even be the murder investigating sort. It is baffling how much Cam loves that—sort of breaking her own mold.
And here I've forgotten to even introduce myself. I'm Annie Schulz, owner of The Sweet Shop, which sells custom cupcakes and desserts. And I will not be trumped on the troublemaking! Cam just needs to get back to her pretty flowers, her reliable (if admittedly hot) boyfriend, and those nuts she works for. Because her brand of trouble looks like it might be more trouble than it's worth.
About THE AZALEA ASSAULT -
Camellia Harris has achieved a coup in the PR world. The premier national magazine for garden lovers has agreed to feature one of Roanoke’s most spectacular gardens in its pages—and world-famous photographer Jean-Jacques Georges is going to shoot the spread. But at the welcoming party, Jean-Jacques insults several guests, complains that flowers are boring, and gooses almost every woman in the room. When a body is found the next morning, sprawled across the azaleas, it’s almost no surprise that the victim is Jean-Jacques.
With Cam’s brother-in-law blamed for the crime—and her reporter boyfriend, Rob, wanting the scoop—Cam decides to use her skills to solve the murder. Luckily a PR pro like Cam knows how to be nosy…
About Alyse Carlson -
Alyse Carlson writes books from her bathtub. She lives in Michigan with her husband and four children (2 human, 2 furry). When she isn't writing or working her day job for a large midwestern university, she rules a small tropical island. She can be found blogging at The Watery Tart.