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| Debut Author Ane Mulligan |
I’ve heard you are
the one who spearheaded the reviving of Chapel Springs. Is that true?
Are you from the mayor’s office? If you are, it wasn’t my
fault. Whatever it was. Felix Riley takes credit for everything that works and
blames me is anything goes wrong.
Really? Did anything
go wrong?
Of course not. Unless you count the incident at Georgia Tech
with the monkey.
Moving right along, I’ve
heard of your Great Aunt Lola’s theatrical career. What was it like growing up
with her?
I adored her. Patsy
and I both did. The old gal would give us her cast-off gowns to play dress-up
with. But she retired from the screen when she was seventy-five I think. She
wanted to leave her fans wanting more. She was quite the flamboyant character.
She tried to teach Patsy and me to flirt, but it didn’t take when we were eight
years old. She died a couple of years later.
She had a bit if a
racy past didn’t she?
You bet your
booty patooty. Aunt Lola never took second place to anyone or anything. She
lived the high life, all right. Presidents and princes wined and dined her,
while all I got was a TV tray in front of a ball game. I miss her and her
stories and her advice.
Great Aunt
Lola knew men, that’s for sure. What with having seven husbands, she might have
been able to tell me how to get my Joel to pay me more attention. Right like
that would happen. I’d have to turn into a high definition television set or a
fishing reel to get some attentions paid to me.
I’ve heard that you...well aren’t the best
cook in Chapel Springs. Any truth to that rumor?
Okay, I admit
I failed home economics—twice. My culinary expertise maxed out at Jell-O
jigglers. And coffee. I make a mean pot of coffee. Unfortunately, that lack got
me into trouble with my firstborn’s future mother-in-law. But the woman coerced
me.
How so? You’re no shy violet from what I’ve
heard?
Who’ve you been
talking to?
Let’s see, first there was Faye, oh and
Gloria, then Bev and—
Uh-uh, that
dog won’t hunt. Besides, if you’d heard my son’s future mother-in-law talk, why
she’s wound tighter than an eight-day clock. The woman never takes a breath.
She could talk the hind legs off a donkey. It wasn’t until she’d hung up that I
heard the end of that particular conversation.
So, what did you do?
Oh, no you
don’t. You’ll have to read the book like everyone else to find out.
While a large, floppy straw hat is
her favorite, Ane has worn many different ones: hairdresser, legislative
affairs director (that's a fancy name for a lobbyist), drama director,
playwright, humor columnist, and novelist. Her lifetime experience provides a
plethora of fodder for her Southern-fried fiction (try saying that three times
fast). She firmly believes coffee and chocolate are two of the four major food
groups. President of the award-winning literary site, Novel Rocket, Ane resides
in Suwanee, GA, with her artist husband, her chef son, and two dogs of Biblical
proportion. You can find Ane on her Southern-fried
Fiction website, Google+,
Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter, and Pinterest.
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Chapel Springs Revival
With a friend like
Claire, you need a gurney, a mop, and a guardian angel.
Everybody in the small town of Chapel Springs, Georgia,
knows best friends Claire and Patsy. It's impossible not to, what with Claire's
zany antics and Patsy's self-appointed mission to keep her friend out of
trouble. And trouble abounds. Chapel Springs has grown dilapidated and the
tourist trade has slackened. With their livelihoods threatened, they join
forces to revitalize the town. No one could have guessed the real issue needing
restoration is their marriages.
With their personal lives in as much disarray as the town,
Claire and Patsy embark on a mission of mishaps and miscommunication,
determined to restore warmth to Chapel Springs —and their lives. That is if
they can convince their husbands and the town council, led by two curmudgeons
who would prefer to see Chapel Springs left in the fifties and closed to
traffic.
