It’s been an exciting first month since the March 7 release of Black Sequinned Bows And Champagne Nights. The excitement level is still high as Jude’s novel has been featured on several book promotion sites. We couldn’t be any happier having been featured on JustKindleBooks.com, Booktastik, EBookSoda and EReaderNation this month. We love meeting new readers who love thrilling, sexy, romantic suspense stories as much as we do.
When I last posted, you’ll recall, Jude’s sidekicks Lizzy and Ringer (she’s the one that’s a ringer for Margot Robbie) were nothing short of hung over from crushing on our heroine’s new love interest captain Noah Dunham. The gals partied so hard at the Gala, (you’ll have to read the novel to discover who, what and why they were there), I wasn’t sure they were going to make breakfast the next morning. But these gals are ride or die bitches. Not to mention they continued the catfight they started well into the afternoon over the fact that Jude hadn’t written a man into their life yet. Yup. They’re still harping on that. Jude was pacing the floor literally wearing a hole in the carpet. Lizzy looked like death warmed over. And, Ringer was propped up on the couch still in her bra and panties boasting that she’s sure she must have met her own swoon-worthy “Mr. Right” at the Gala. A man who knew how to “put a ring on it.” (you probably guessed by now that Ringer belongs to the infamous BeyHive). Never mind the fact that she had a giant red still sticky ring pop on her finger. Ringer still has no recollection that Jude insisted their limo stop at the local Wawa for coffee on the way home. Nor does she recall that that Lizzy slid the ring pop on Ringer’s finger while she was nodding in the limo on the way home. Lizzy said it was payback for Ringer shooting her the bird for bitching about the fact that they were going to miss Sunday morning Mass “AGAIN” for the umpteenth time.
Word is that Ringer comes from a large family of devout Catholics. Lizzy insists that Ringer needs to show up for confession more often and “release her sins.” (Did I mention Ringer’s brother is the family priest?) Right. You know what that means. Nada. Never gonna happen. Case closed. Jude will have no part of it. She fears God will throw a lighting bolt on top of all three of them, should Ringer ever lapse into a guilty moment and get diarrhea of the mouth inside her brother’s confessional.
Thankfully, Ringer knows how to keep secrets, which by the way is why she was in such a tiff at the Gala. Ringer claims she’s got “abilities” much like that crazed woman from the 90’s called “Cleo.” Remember that woman? She made a small fortune on TV infomercials supposedly helping folks part with their money, claiming to be a seerer. But I digress.
Anyway, Lizzy and Ringer argued all the way home over the fact that our hero Noah Dunham (you gotta meet him in chapter 2) was on a mission. A man with a secret, the truth of which has not yet been revealed. Lizzy swore she could sense drama was just around the corner between the story’s two unsuspecting lovebirds. Jude swore out loud that our heroine, Riley Cook, is a no drama mama that doesn’t have time for man games. This ongoing debate became fuel and fodder for the gals continued catfight.
Before I knew it, things got wildly out of hand. Their argument escalated with Lizzy throwing scrambled eggs in Ringer’s face, her long blonde curls sticking to the side of her face with traces of strawberry jam. Ringer began pouring champagne over Lizzy’s lustrous black hair while downing several swigs in between her pours. Their catfight soon turned into uncontrollable laughter with both Lizzy and Ringer rolling on the floor in stitches. Meanwhile, Jude starting hawking my laptop, obsessing over whether my blue power button was going to turn on. Trust me when I say these gals are not known for acting their age. Color this group the free spirits running amuck. Its all about the bass.
My efforts to put a halt to this chaos were soon hijacked as this downhill slide continued. And why aren’t I surprised? Nonetheless a truce was had. A vote was taken. And of course I was outnumbered.
Jude, Lizzy and Ringer decided they wanted to take over this blog, allowing me to make guest appearances from time to time. They insisted they wanted to know first hand the inside scoop on Riley and the Captain. They claimed they needed to hurry up and “get to the real deal Holyfield” of the story. That did it. That prompted me to engage in a huge feud with Jude. Jude knows how the story ends but has been careful not to give away spoilers to Lizzy and Ringer. So what do they do? Throw me into the pressure cooker that’s what.
“Absofuckinglutely not”, I demanded, slamming the lid of my Macbook closed. Its not lost on me that Jude and her rogue girlfriends require way to much attention. Why can’t they ever be happy with the status quo? You would think the Captain was the last man on earth (okay, i admit he’s cool drink of water any woman would want to drink.) Predictably, these gals can always be counted on to cause a dust up. If a keyboard is in play, then the game is on for whose gonna be in charge of how a story is going to end.
I made the mistake of saying out loud “If I wrote a man into your lives, you probably wouldn’t know that to do with him.” Oops. Huge mistake. I was granted stank eyes and pouts from all three of them.
Still, they are a bunch of hot drama mamas. Jude thinks this is the pony I am, (no the royal we) are going to ride with me marching to a different drumbeat. So lines in the sand are being drawn.
Now none of this is new for this trio of party dolls. But I know how to to win the battle and still not lose the war. So I decided a little bit of give and take is in order. Hence, I’ve agreed to do share this post and to introduce the ladies. (All three have big egos.)
Drumroll…….Ladies and gentlemen, meet my alter ego Jude, and her besties Lizzy and Ringer. They are my own personal keyboard stalker gals who are forever hell bent on doggedly chasing the happily ever after with me. (Jude’s rolling her eyes at me again.)So now that I have appeased them by way of introductions, I’ve poped more champagne so they can chill the hell out. I’ve got work to do and they need a time out.
Let it be said that they’re over in the corner now huddled together with pens and pads, kicking around what they think will be the title of their first blogpost. “Anybody Wanna Buy A Heart?” Seriously? (*do you see me shaking my head?*) As you can tell, the hustle is real here at Two Judes Publishing.
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XOXO
The other Jude