Lucky Stiff comes out in paperback tomorrow (see my review here). In celebration of its release, Deborah Coonts is guest posting today. So, here’s a special little paperback-release present for all Reading is Sexy! followers. If you haven’t checked out the Lucky O’Toole series yet, check it out. If you’re already hooked, you can pre-order So Damn Lucky.

Lucky Me?
By Deborah Coonts,
Author of Lucky Stiff

After reading one of my Lucky books, people think they know me. I know. Go figure. Silly people. I mean how much personal stuff would a writer put on paper for all the world to see? I’m not that crazy. Writing is exposing enough as it is without everyone thinking they know my sexual preferences, my family dysfunction, my hopes, my dreams, and my drink of choice.

Although . . . and I’ll deny it if you ask me . . . it turns out I’m a bit crazy after all. Normally I would never admit it — but I’m having a weak moment. Yes, there’s a lot of me not only in my stories, but in my protagonist, Lucky.

Since I write in the first-person, Lucky’s voice is mine. Sarcasm is my first language. Ditto with Lucky — no mealy-mouthed wilting lily, that’s for sure. And we share a rapier wit — although my verbal sword is a bit dull. What Lucky thinks up on the fly will often take me months. Good thing my deadlines are fluid. It’s hell to be stupid.

Of course, there are differences between me and my alter ego: she’s a couple of decades younger and a good six inches taller, and she seems to have way more gorgeous men vying for her affections, but even in that there’s a reflection of me. I’ve always wanted to be taller.

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