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Would You Rather with Caroline Fardig
Chips, chocolate or cheese?
CHOCOLATE!
Bridget Jones, Becky Bloomwood or Carrie
Bradshaw?
Becky Bloomwood. I totally get her.
Wine, beer or vodka?
Yes, please.
Camping or spa vacation?
Definitely a spa vacation. I live in the woods, and sometimes the bugs
and critters try to get in my house. I
can’t imagine willingly sleeping on their turf.
Water or mountains?
Water.
Hilton Head, SC is my favorite spot.
Hawaii’s not bad either.
Zombies or vampires?
Zombies, unless you’re talking old school
vampires like “The Lost Boys” and “Buffy”.
I don’t go for sparkly, angsty vampires.
Dogs or cats?
Dogs!
My cat is the devil.
Coke or Pepsi?
Coke.
Although I’ve for the most part given up soft drinks, Coke is still my weakness.
Coffee or tea?
Coffee.
I make my own “White Monkey” latte every morning.
Dine out or take away?
Dine out.
I HATE doing dishes.
High heels, sneakers or flip flops?
Definitely flip flops. Even when it’s too cold for flip flops.
Physical Book or ebook?
I’m still on the fence, but I’m leaning
toward ebook because it’s so handy to be able to read on your phone.
Paperback or Hardcover?
Paperback
Pen or pencil?
Pen, but really I’d rather type most
things.
Mad Men, Downton Abbey or Breaking Bad?
You know, I don’t watch any of those shows,
but I’d probably be most likely to watch “Breaking Bad”. It’s the closest to my favorite—cop shows!
Drama or comedy?
Always comedy, preferably R-rated so it’s
actually funny. If it’s an Oscar flick,
I can pretty much guarantee that I won’t like it. My sense of humor never matured after junior
high.
Twilight or Hunger Games?
Hunger Games. I was rooting for the bad vampires in
Twilight.
Lipstick, lipgloss or chapstick?
Sugar Apple lipstick from Aveda, but mainly
because it’s attached to the case holding my foundation, therefore easy to find
in my gigantic purse. Otherwise, I like
sparkly, flavored lipgloss.
Facebook or Twitter?
Facebook.
Most of my friends are too old for Twitter.
Plot your entire novel or fly by the
seat of your pants?
I write a much better story when I plot it
out, but most of the time I can’t wait to get to writing, so I start
flying. The story never ends up where I
plot it, anyway.
That Old Black Magic
Lizzie Hart is back—snooping, lying, and
chick-fighting to uncover the truth, hoping not to break any hearts along the
way…especially her own.
That
Old Black Magic…will it put Lizzie under its
spell?
Lizzie Hart hoped her first day back at
work after nearly being killed would be uneventful. No such luck.
Before she can finish her morning coffee, Lizzie and her co-workers find
a dead body on the rooftop of their office.
Media vultures that they are, the Liberty
Chronicle employees are psyched to have first-hand news to report. Lizzie, however, is devastated when she realizes
that the victim is her ex-boyfriend’s brother.
When evidence begins piling up against one
of Lizzie’s friends, she reluctantly dons her detective hat once again, determined
to find the real killer. She’s not
thrilled about chasing another psychopath around, but she’ll do anything for a
friend. Lizzie’s love life is rapidly
becoming a hot mess, too. Her latest
attempt at sleuthing isn’t leaving much time for her budding romance with town
hunk Blake Morgan. Add that to the fact
she’s hiding a secret so big it could rock the very core of their relationship,
it’s no wonder that Lizzie’s in a tizzy.
Poor Lizzie ends up juggling a murder
investigation, a wacky Wiccan coven, and two men vying for her attention—all
while nursing injuries left over from the last time she decided to play Nancy
Drew. It’s a good thing she always has a
few tricks up her sleeve.
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