Today's special guest is Sonia
Koso. Sonia 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.
AN INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR
Are you a romantic?
Hell
yeah! What’s life without romance?
Do you listen to music when you're writing?
I do listen to music and,
specifically, the kind of music that I think my characters would like. For
example, Deane Linley from Smart Blondes
likes Nina Simone and Florence and the Machine.
Do you ever read your stories out loud?
All
the time. I find that this the best way to edit and the only way to achieve
natural dialogue.
What are your future ambitions?
In
addition to my evil plans for world domination, I want to continue writing and
learn to spend more time on fun and less on work.
What have you got coming soon for us to look out for?
Smart
Blondes will be released in July. It’s women’s fiction/contemporary romance
with a few legal issues thrown in. The main character, Carrie
Pryce, has no idea that her charming, sexy 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 one of his well-toned
buttocks. Shocked and crushed, 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
navigating the shark-infested waters of reconciliation or divorce and managing
a hair-color disaster, Carrie meets Rhett Richards. He’s a handsome,
salt-of-the-earth guy who works in the oil fields and can make women think
un-Christian thoughts just by wearing a pair of wranglers. The mutual
attraction quickly becomes hotter than the handles on the gates of hell. When a
long-forgotten prenuptial agreement surfaces, it appears that Carrie will walk
away from her marriage with next to nothing. Carrie’s friends,
family, and Rhett soon help her realize that living and loving well may be the
best revenge.
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.
AN EXCERPT
“Baby, put the gun down,” Jake said
in a tone of voice one would use with a naughty three year old. “It’s…it’s not
what you think.”
Carrie froze. She couldn’t have
lowered her arms if she tried. As she scanned the room, she saw the remnants of
a well-planned romantic event including champagne, massage oil, and discarded
lingerie.
Jake was slowly moving away from the
defiled kitchen island and found a potholder to shield his now deflating
manhood.
“I wanted to tell you for a while,”
Jake started. “I hate that you had to find out about it this way.” Carrie
recognized this as his salesman tone of voice—over-articulated, round tones
that were completely full of shit.
“This has been going on for a
while?” Carrie asked. Jake looked down
and then nodded his head.
He exhaled slowly and gazed
downward, his default action before saying something awful. “We’ve been having
problems...I’ve tried, but the excitement is gone.”
Excitement? Carrie immediately knew
this was man code for I want to trade you in for a new one. She’d seen it many times but never thought it
would happen to her. The phrase I’ve
tried but the excitement is gone would run through her head in a relentless
loop a thousand times.
“I need to be on my own for a
while,” Jake continued in round tones. “With you and Kayley around, I can’t
figure any of this out. I can’t be a grown
man. I need fewer responsibilities…”
“You want me and Kayley to leave so
you can figure out how to be a grown man? Jesus H. Christ!” Carrie screamed it
more than speaking it. She couldn’t help herself.
“Maybe you need to get a few
things,” Jake began, “And I’ll call the Driskill Hotel and get you a suite.
We’ll talk in a day or two after we both cool down.”
“Let me get this straight. I walk in
on you like this… and you think I need to leave?” She firmed
up her grip on the tiny Kel-Tec pistol. “I’m not leaving this house, this room
or even that damn Aga!” It was an out-of-body experience. She wasn’t sure why
she did it but Carrie fired the pistol at the stove.
CONNECT WITH THE AUTHOR
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