I love romantic comedies, so it’s no surprise I love to write them as well. Two of my favorite reviews: Reminds me of a modern Doris Day romantic sex comedy, and another Bridget Jones meets Sex in the City.
The Twisted Sister Club Series is about 5 friends struggling to find themselves. This is their mantra:
Friends are like diamonds – they make your life more beautiful.
True Friends love you just the way you are – they also help you plot revenge.
Best Friends never let you cry over a man – they know the value of a shovel and will help you bury the bodies.
Best Friends Forever stand by you through anything – and if they can’t break you out of jail, they’ll join you.
And their favorite game: Truth and Dare…See just how dangerous these friends can be:
Excerpt from Sex, Secrets, & Happily Ever Afters:
“Truth and dare? What’s that?” Angel accepted her coffee. She needed to keep her hands occupied.
Kat and Jill exchanged amused grins.
“Don’t ask unless you want to be thoroughly and completely humiliated,” Sabrina said.
“Uh-oh, Jill. We have a pigeon on our hands.” Kat rubbed her hands together, jumped off the couch, and headed into the kitchen.
“Oh crap. We’re up shit creek without a paddle now.” Sabrina broke out in a sweat. “Come on, Angel. I need you to take me shopping or to a proctology appointment.” Sabrina tugged her toward the door.
Angel wanted to laugh at Sabrina’s expression, but it was laced with genuine fear and a bit of dread.
“Sit,” Jill commanded. “We might as well have one last game now that you’re moving out.”
“For heaven’s sake, it’s not even ten-thirty in the frickin’ morning. No one needs to be drinking at this time of the day.” Sabrina stood rooted to the carpet, arms crossed, as she tapped her foot.
“It’s not every day you say good riddance—I mean goodbye—to a best friend and about-damn-time—I mean hello—to a new one.” Jill covered her mouth in coy mock embarrassment aimed toward Sabrina.
Angel laughed. Her mood lightened considerably witnessing the playful banter between friends.
Kat strutted back into the room with a bottle of tequila and four shot glasses.
Sabrina had mentioned the game to her once before, but she’d never heard the full details. Somehow, Sabrina’s reaction just now had to have been exaggerated. Surely, no game could cause a person so much grief, not when the playful yet slightly caustic camaraderie welcomed her.
“Angel, if you’re smart, you’ll run. Save yourself.” Sabrina gave her a gentle shove toward the door.
“Sabrina, hush.” Jill swatted at her. “She’ll think you’re serious.”
“What gives?” Angel picked up the bottle of Suerte Tequila Anejo, its familiar orange rabbit on the label.
“A girl after our own heart,” Kat said. “If you chase her off before we get her moved in, I’m going to tan your hide and use you as a bath mat.”
“Fine. I give up. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, but you can count me out. I’m done with that game.” Sabrina sat back on the couch, crossed her arms, and tried to act tough, but her slight smile gave her away.
“This is going to be a special game in order for us to welcome Angel.” Kat dropped to the edge of the tan leather couch and removed the seal from the bottle.
“Oh no! You will not ambush her the way you did me. Not gonna happen.” Sabrina shook her head. “This will be a regular game. Only a single round, which is more than enough since four of us are present. I promised Trent I’d be packed and ready by the time he and Travis get here.”
“Look who’s calling the shots, Pollyanna.” Kat thumbed her finger at Sabrina. “She gets married and suddenly grows a set of chesticles.”
“Be nice, Kat.” Chuckling, Jill flicked Kat’s arm. “Something tells me we’re in for trouble this time. I don’t like her confidence.”
Angel Talbot is anything but pure—in fact some might even consider her a bit wicked. How else would you describe the manager of an ‘adults only’ store that specializes in helping ladies find that special O. But Angel could use a hand herself. Or two. That is until she stumbles into sexy businessman Travis Wellington.
When the Wellington Family had a problem, they sent Travis to fix it. Being the CEO of his family’s multi-million dollar enterprise means Travis is used to getting his hands dirty. But the pressure of looking out for the company, along with his family’s well-being was beginning to take its toll . . . until he found his Angel…
About the Author
While some say truth is stranger than fiction, Deb Julienne’s experience runs more along the lines of a slap-stick comedy. When life tosses you lemons the only thing to do is to turn it into Limoncello.
Her life, like her comedies, has been one big fat romantic comedy…or errors. It’s not a matter of “if” it can go wrong, but how bad when it does happen, and make no mistake…it will. Survival with a sense of humor is the goal.
Joking aside, Deb’s dream of being published came true with the release of her first book, Sex, Lies, and Beauty Aids which was released March 2014. Since then she’s added to more to her collection of tales. Sex, Secrets, & Happily Ever Afters, and A Splash of Romance in the Crashing into Love Anthology.
As a long time member of both Romance Writers of America (RWA) and her local RWA Chapter, the Sacramento Valley Roses, she fills the hours she’s not writing romantic comedy and romantic suspense with her day job at a Silicon Valley Corporation, playing in the kitchen concocting her award-winning jams, jellies, preserves, and sauces (with alcohol of course).
Born and raised in San Jose, California, she now resides in the Tahoe National Forest Basin, her own little bit of heaven on Earth, with her husband of 34 years, their three