If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.
~ Milton Berle ~
When scandal comes calling and Vicki leaps into the fray, you know it’s gonna be big. This here’s Texas after all.
Meet Victoria Bohanan, a twenty-six year-old Dallas debutante turned bartender babe who rejected her father’s saintly sinner ways and struck out on her own – well, sort of. Her mom’s credit card comes to the rescue on occasion, but Vicki is still her own woman, with less than lusty – er, lofty – aspirations and a mind constantly limping from the gutter.
But Texas moms don’t raise fools. Vicki will earn that twenty dollar tip by guessing the mistress’ name and your favorite drink faster than you can belly up to the bar. That sharp wit has gotten her out of more than one disastrous situation – until the mouth sinks her right into another.
When an old high school flame returns to town with a pregnant wife in tow and a pastorate position lodged under his belt, life quickly becomes tangled. This time we’re not talking between the sheets. Sooner than Vicki can down a shot of Jack, her former boy toy is embroiled in scandal that threatens to implode the megachurch his parents built – and send the gossiping gaggle into a tailspin faster than a quarterback sack on Sunday.
Join the fun in book one of the Bartender Babe Chronicles. Light on mystery and long on – well, you know.
They say life’s challenges either make you bitter or better. In my case, there’s a third option – bat-crap crazy.
But sometimes crazy can be good, the necessary catalyst for change. I know it was for my life all those weeks ago. Er, months? Okay fine, it’s been a few years now.
Back then I had both feet firmly planted over the line. You know – ethics, morality, self-control, etcetera. My ethics were at times questionable. More like in the interest of self-preservation. My morals – can I plead the fifth? Self-control? Yeah, you’ll see where that got me in a minute.
The desire to practice a little control of self was what had me tilting at a certain windmill by the time that particular night rolled around and forever changed things in my self-absorbed existence. It’s what brought my life and my Corvette to a screeching halt as I rounded the street corner to my apartment instead of spending it at someone else’s. Just wish I’d realized that little tidbit when I saw the blue and red lights near my apartment building flashing like a strobe on steroids. Same players – change direction.
But I digress.
Life prepared to teach me lessons. And for a hard-headed, smart-mouthed woman with a Texas-sized attitude only a mother could love, I had to learn them the hard way.