LET'S WELCOME THE AUTHOR OF: IZZY AS IS: TRACIE BANISTER

LET’S WELCOME TRACIE BANISTER 
AUTHOR OF:







Rad-Reader:  Was Izzy’s character one of the more fun ones to write?


Tracie:  Definitely. I love her character as she’s the polar opposite of me. I’m a people-pleaser while Izzy doesn’t care about pleasing anyone but herself and she always says exactly what is on her mind while I constantly censor myself. Writing for Izzy made me laugh a lot, and I hope she has the same effect on readers! 


Rad-Reader:  How did you come up with the family of three different sister’s


Tracie:  I studied psychology in school and was always fascinated by birth order and how it shapes personality. The three Alvarez sisters embody the qualities of your typical older, middle, and youngest child. Ana is uptight and bossy, Pilar is the compassionate, diplomatic one who referees all the fights in the family, and Izzy is the spoiled, bratty youngest daughter.


Rad-Reader:  What made you decide to pick Miami and I like the family being Cuban?  It really added to the story.


Tracie:  I love Miami and what a vibrant, colorful melting pot it is. The city is basically a character unto itself in Izzy As Is, and it’s reflective of the lively cast of characters in the book. Miami has a large population of Cubans and they have such an interesting culture with their food, music, art, etc., so it was a no-brainer to make my lead characters a part of that group. 


Rad-Reader:  Was adding the nephew Nate with the computer skills something that was planned or did you think of that later?


Tracie:  That was something that happened organically as I was writing the book. I just liked the idea of Izzy, who’s more street smart than book smart, being assisted in her scheme by her tween nephew who has the focus and skill set she doesn’t. When they combine forces, I think those two are capable of ruling the world! ;)


Rad-Reader:  As a father who has spent many hours at the American Girl store.  I was nice to see that Izzy was the one who took Gabi there.  She got her a Look Like Me doll for there is nothing like seeing her face when she gets one.  Though Izzy used her sister, was that always part of the story or did you add it?


Tracie:  That scene with Izzy taking her niece to American Girl and zeroing in on one of the dads as a potential husband was one of the first ones that popped into my head when I was thinking about the book. The thought of her using that little girl’s nirvana as a meet market just amused me.   


Rad-Reader:  Was it easy or difficult to write each of the three sisters?


Tracie:  Fairly easy as I enjoy writing about female relationships whether they be family or friends. I don’t have a sister myself, but I’ve witnessed enough of that dynamic in my life to be fascinated by it.


Rad-Reader:  Was their mother based on anyone or just a multiple of people?


Tracie:  Mamá has a little bit of Mrs. Bennet from Pride and Prejudice in her since she’s a hypochondriac and always likes to be the center of attention. Other than that she is my own creation. Funnily enough, I’ve been in contact with many readers who come from Latin families and they’ve all said that Mamá reminded them of their mothers, grandmothers, aunts, etc.



Rad-Reader:  Do you write an outline or do you just start writing the stories?


Tracie:  I loathe outlines, so no. I write extensive character sketches (my psychology background again) and have a vague idea of the storyline in my head when I start writing, but I like to put the characters on the page and let them play. They often lead me in a different direction than what I’d originally planned!


Rad-Reader:  It is more difficult to come up with lead characters or the ones that are only on a few pages?


Tracie:  Neither really. I probably get to have a little more fun with my supporting characters because they can be more flaky, wacky, etc. than the leads who have to ground and anchor the story.


Rad-Reader:  Bringing in the culture (Cuban) or any other – do you think it helps a story?


Tracie:  I think it’s important to grab on to something unique about your hero/ine in every story, be it their culture, their careers, their personality quirks, their life experience, whatever.  


Rad-Reader:  When you had Izzy and the older sister together was it difficult in having them in conflict?


Tracie:  No, because I love to write conflict! LOL Writing about a family whose members all get along and play nice 24/7 would be a snooze, wouldn’t it? Make no mistake, though, Izzy and Ana might fight like cats and dogs, but they would be there for each other in a pinch because they’re family and that takes precedence over their petty squabbles.  


Rad-Reader:  How do you know when to add conflict to a story and, when maybe it could be too much?


Tracie:  I don’t think this is a problem so much in the Chick Lit genre because even in scenes with conflict, there’s always going to be a lot of humor to balance things out. 


Rad-Reader:  Was there ever a time when writing this story that you felt maybe Izzy was too much and had to tone her down?


Tracie:  Ha! No. Izzy is who she is. She’s loud, proud, and not about to be cowed. I embraced that when writing for her. 


Rad-Reader:  Did Izzy the character stay true to your original draft or did you need to make changes?


Tracie:  When my awesome beta team read my first draft, they loved Izzy as is (see what I did there! ;), so the only changes I made in regards to the character were to reword a line or two so that her intentions were clear. There’s a big difference between being honest and mean.   


Rad-Reader:  Are we going to be blessed with another book about the family?


Tracie:  I do have an idea for a book told from older sister Ana’s point of view, so you may be seeing the Alvarez family again in the not-too-distant future. I have two other standalone books to write first, though!


Rad-Reader:  The way you came up with Izzy’s voice was great.  “I am a responsible adult, I’ve got this.  One out of those two things is true anyway.”  When, her sister leaves and the whole, “I could have committed a sin and confessed to it right in the same place.” Perfect especially, for me growing up Catholic.  Did this saying and many others just come naturally to you as a writer?  Because they were things I would have thought of if I was quicker on the draw.


Tracie:  Thank you! I like to think that snappy one-liners are my forte. At least in my writing! ;) I’m sure that I’m not nearly as witty in real life. 





Rad-Reader:  If your book was made into a movie who would you want to play…

Izzy:  Maite Perrori

Or

Eva Mendes (Younger self)


Zane: Robbie Amell


Eduardo: Jencarlos Canela


Tracie:  It’s always fun to hear who other people envision as my characters, so thanks for sharing. You made some great choices!


Izzy:  Funny that you mention Eva Mendes because I’ve always pictured a younger Eva as Pilar! My choice for Izzy would be Brazilian model Camila Morais. She pretty much looks exactly like the Izzy in my head:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/686939749384738452/



Zane:  This is the only character in Izzy As Is whose
description I actually based on an actor and that actor is Reeve Carney (Penny Dreadful, Rocky Horror Picture Show).

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/556124253968599867/



Eduardo:  I love your idea of Jencarlos Canela (he was fantastic in Telenovela!), so I’m going to cast him as well.


Rad-Reader:  What is your favorite type of food?


Tracie:  I absolutely adore seafood, one of the many reasons I love Miami as you can get such amazing, fresh fish, shrimp, etc. at the grocery stores and restaurants there.


Rad-Reader:  What is your favorite type of music?


Tracie:  I’m pretty much a Top 40 girl. I love Maroon 5, Shawn Mendes, Bruno Mars, et al.


Rad-Reader:  What genre do you like to read?


Tracie:  I’m very eclectic with my reading and like to genre-jump. For obvious reasons, Chick Lit/Romantic Comedy is my number one love, but I also enjoy Cozy Mystery, Historical Romance, Paranormal, and even the occasional Young Adult novel.




Rad-Reader:  What is your next project and when is it coming out?


Tracie:  I just released Izzy As Is, so now it’s time to get started on Book 6. I’m really excited about this one as it’s been percolating in my brain for the last six months. I don’t like to reveal too much about my books until they’re almost done. So, I’ll just tease that this story will once again take place near the ocean (nowhere near Miami, though!) and the heroine is unlike Izzy in just about every way.


Rad-Reader:  Where can our readers buy your books?


Tracie:  My books are exclusive to Amazon and are available in both e-book and paperback here:


Rad-Reader:  Where can our readers find you on the Web?


Tracie:  
Author Newsletter – The Banister Buzz  http://eepurl.com/by0VAv
Thanks so much for having me on Rad-Reader. It’s been a blast!




Tracie,
Thank you for your time.  For this wonderful book.  Izzy was a wonderful character who you thought couldn't grow-up but then she threw a wonderful party for Gabi and take care of Pilar when called upon.  So, thank you.  Know that my wife has you trapped as one of our 1 Rad-Reader Misfits so you can come back anytime and use our Shout-Out page to let our readers know when your next books are coming out.  
Inside secret, best not to fight her just go with it....  :)
Pat

HERE TOMORROW 7 PM PST. TRACIE BANISTER AUTHOR OF: IZZY AS IS (SEE EXCERPTS)

HERE TOMORROW

7 PM PST. TRACIE BANISTER
AUTHOR OF:


The party is over for bikini model Izzy Alvarez. For six years she’s made a good living by flaunting her God-given assets on runways and in front of cameras, but now as she approaches the big 3-0, the bodacious Latina is shocked to learn she’s aged out of the profession that’s kept her in mojitos, mani/pedis, and designer thongs. What’s a girl with a taste for the finer things in life and no marketable skills to do?

Getting a regular job is too boring to even consider, so Izzy decides to follow in the footsteps of her newly-engaged frenemy and become a trophy wife. Although she’s desperate and too broke to get a chipped nail fixed, Izzy still has standards for her future husband, which means no uggos, no vertically-challenged guys, and no geezers who need to pop a blue pill to perform in the bedroom. Enlisting the aid of her computer whiz nephew and her closest pals, Izzy goes on the prowl for a rich, marriage-minded man, encountering likely candidates in a lot of unlikely places.

The high life she’s dreamed of may be within reach when Izzy meets a charming, successful man who’s not only hotter than a steamy summer night in Miami, but ready to settle down. Now all Izzy has to do is make sure her loud, crazy Cuban family doesn’t scare off el hombre perfectooh, yeah, and squelch those pesky, romantic feelings she keeps having for the sweet, cash-strapped guy she's known forever.

Will Izzy’s hunger for money win out, or will her fiery heart demand to be heard?





“Yuck.” I make a face at the anatomical plastic heart that’s sitting on the counter next to the sink in the doctor’s exam room. “You don’t think this is the actual size of what’s in our chests, do you?” I pick up the heart and hold it up above my left breast. “And what are these big purple and red things?” I point to the fat, cylinder-shaped protrusions at the top of the heart.
“Probably valves of some kind,” my mother murmurs distractedly as she picks up another pamphlet from the pile of medical literature she collected while we were out in the waiting room. This one is entitled The Heart Truth for Latinas. “Did you know that heart disease is the number one killer of Latinas in this country?” is the first factoid she gleans from the pamphlet.
I shrug. “That’s not what I’d call shocking news. The Cuban diet isn’t exactly low-fat.” Returning the heart to its stand, I wander over to a heart healthy foods poster on the wall, which I study for a few minutes. “Case in point, I only eat eight of the thirty foods on this list. Pretty cool that popcorn’s considered to be good for your heart. Of course, if you top it with as much butter and salt as I do, that probably negates its benefits.”
“I eat Honey Sriracha Cheddar popcorn by the gallon-sized tin, so I’m in no position to judge,” says an amiable, male voice (in the baritone range¡Gracias a Dios!) coming from the doorway of the exam room and I turn to see a white lab coat-wearing man, with a stethoscope draped around his neck.
He’s not my usual beefed up alpha male type, but he’s cute! In a charmingly rumpled way. His black hair is tousled as though he’s been running his fingers through it and his green button-down is wrinkled, with a bit of his white undershirt peeking out at the top where he’s got two
buttons undone. He has kind eyes, and I like his smile, which he’s now directing at Mamá.
“Mrs. Alvarez.” Extending his hand, he takes several steps toward the exam table, where she’s perched. “I’m Dr. Bakshi.”
She shakes his hand. “Nice to meet you. That,” she waves at me, “is my daughter, Isidora.”
“Izzy,” I give him my nickname, which my mother knows I prefer.
“Izzy.” He nods at me. “It’s always nice to see a patient’s family taking an interest in their healthcare. Why don’t you have a seat while I examine your mother?” He gestures at the chair against the wall, a few feet away.
I would be very happy to take a seat, because that means I’ll be giving the good doctor an enticing eyeful of my bare back. This multi-colored, deco diamond-print maxi dress I decided to wear today is relatively demure in the front, but it dips way down low in the back where it’s laced up like a corset. Every guy who’s ever seen me in this dress has declared it “hot,” and I’m hoping it will elicit the same response from Dr. Bakshi.
When I turn back toward him so that I can lower my body to the chair, I see that he’s staring at me, his eyes glazed and his mouth hanging open. So, I’m pretty sure I’ve got him right where I want him. Good thing I had that big cross tattoo on my shoulder blade lasered off a while back because that would have probably repelled a Hindu like Dr. Bakshi, or is it Buddhism that people of Indian descent practice? Whatever. He’s definitely not Catholic like my family, which suits me just fine since I’ve never been religious. My mother would pull out her rosary and start praying if she knew I’d just thought that! And if I marry a man outside our religion, she’ll probably call in a priest to exorcise the demon that she’ll be convinced has possessed me.
I cross my legs and smile at Dr. Bakshi, and he gives his head a little jiggle as if he’s trying to shake off the effects of a spell—the desire-stoking naked flesh spell, a specialty of mine!
“So, doctor, do you think these palpitations my mother’s been experiencing are anything serious? We’re all very concerned about her.”
“Uh, yes, well . . .” He looks down at her chart and flips through a few pages. “The labs her
GP ran all came back normal, her cholesterol and blood pressure are right where they need to be, her weight is good—”
“My weight is five pounds less than the average for a woman of my age and height,” Mamá interrupts him to toot her own horn.
“Which is commendable. I’m sure you work very hard to maintain your trim figure, Mrs. Alvarez, and you look terrific for a woman of—”
“Ay!” She holds up a hand to stop him from revealing her age. “There’s no need to say that number out loud.”
“She might spontaneously combust if you do,” I snark under my breath.
When a frowning Dr. Bakshi looks back over his shoulder at me, I say in a syrupy sweet voice, “I’m blessed to have come from such a great gene pool. Hopefully, I’ll age as gracefully as my mother.” I hold my hand up in the air and cross my fingers.

P.S. Mamá’s “trim figure” has nothing to do with diet or exercise; she’s addicted to CoolSculpting, which freezes off any fat that dares to appear on her body.








Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Manhattan upper-cruster Cecily Sinclair now uses that pricey utensil to dish up fancy French fare on her cooking show, Serving Romance. When there’s an executive shake-up at the network, she’s not worried. Not much anyway. Her show’s a hit after all. Why would the new CEO want to mess with success?
The driving force behind several buzzed-about networks, Devlin Hayes is considered to be a wunderkind in the television industry. Although his plans to rebrand Cuisine TV and make Serving Romance more Millennial-friendly don’t thrill Cecily, her charming, blue-eyed boss is a hard man to say “no” to and she really wants to keep her job—even if that means sharing screen time with a loathsome blast from her past.
Mercurial Italian chef Dante Marchetti a.k.a. “Il Duce” was once Cecily’s boss, and she has the PTSD to prove it. Now the owner of one of the hottest restaurants in town, Dante’s egomania knows no bounds and his constant attempts to provoke and upstage Cecily make her want to conk him on the head with a sautééé pan. She thinks they’re toxic together, but viewers love their chemistry and clamor for more.
As Cecily battles to maintain the integrity of her show, she finds herself scheming and manipulating right along with Dante and Devlin. Is she fighting a lost cause? Does she really belong on TV, or would her culinary talent be better served elsewhere? And could one of the men who makes Cecily’s blood boil ignite a passion in her for something other than food?




“Oh, Dante, you are so bad. How’s a girl supposed to stick to her gluten-free diet when you wax rhapsodic about lobster gnocchi in that divine accent of yours?”
Son of a biscuit, he’s here!
And he’s walking toward the kitchen, with my new senior talent producer attached to his bulging bicep. I swear, he buys his shirts two sizes too small just so his muscle-y arms and pecs will strain against the seams and look even more impressive. How he gets those muscles has always been a mystery to me. He works seventeen hour days, which doesn’t leave any time for the gym, and eats pasta for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which should give him the physique of Mario Batali, not a Men’s Fitness cover model. Either he inherited some really good genes from that long line of Neapolitan farmers he comes from, or he does arm curls with beef shanks every time he goes in the freezer at his restaurant.
Stopping in front of my kitchen island, Marchetti bestows what would appear to be a very warm, sincere, and appreciative smile on Jessica, but I know that smile is every bit as counterfeit as one of those Chinese truffles. It’s always the first thing he pulls from his smarmy bag of tricks when he’s trying to ingratiate himself to a woman. An Italian term of endearment would be the second, followed by a reverent hand kiss that lasts a little longer than it should.
“Ah, bella, a lady like-a you who’s een her prime, should be eating as much of the gluten as she wants.”
Yep, there you go. He called her “beautiful” in Italian, and along with the smooth talk, he’s giving her a smoldering stare with those espresso-colored eyes of his. I’d forgotten about the stare, not that I’ve ever been on the receiving end of it. Marchetti wouldn’t waste a good smolder on a subordinate.
“Life ees too short to restrict yourself. Food, wine, love – theese are the theengs that make-a life worth liveeng.”
So, he’s got the charm-o-meter dialed up to an eleven this morning, and Jessica isn’t the only one hanging on his every word. Now that Marchetti’s closer, I can see Marin and Jo hovering on his right, staring up at his swarthy face with rapt expressions. Really? I expect this kind of behavior from Marin, who’s a self-admitted cougar (and she has a poster of One Direction on the wall of her office to prove it), but snarky, tough-as-nails Jo shouldn’t be falling for this over-processed baloney.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Marin chimes in. “You should consider writing a book, Dante, so you can share your philosophies about life and how they inform your cooking with the world. I’m sure it would make for a fascinating read.”
“I’d buy a copy!” Jo asserts, which earns her an eye roll from me since I know she hates to read anything more than a few pages of a script.
“I know an editor over at Random House. I could totally hook you up,” Jessica purrs suggestively, leaving very little doubt as to what she’d expect in return for this favor.
“Well, I have a friend in the acquisitions department at Simon and Schuster,” Marin lets it be known she also has connections that might help further the chef’s career.
This is getting ridiculous. These women should just challenge each other to a wrestling match in a pit of tiramisu already. I’m sure Marchetti would be happy to referee and let the winner take him home. I, on the other hand, am weary of watching these ladies fawn all over the man who almost gave me an ulcer, so I decide it’s time to step in and save the dignity of my gender. Moving toward Marchetti and his harem, I say, in what I hope is a pleasant tone, “Why don’t we table this discussion about book deals until after we’re done shooting Chef Marchetti’s episode of our show?”
Jessica scowls with annoyance at my interruption while an embarrassed Marin’s cheeks turn the color of the San Marzano tomatoes Marchetti likes to use in his sauce.
“I suppose we should focus on the task at hand so that we can get you back to your restaurant in time for the lunch rush,” Jessica says grudgingly. “Dante, you know Cecily Sinclair, the host of Serving Romance.” She gestures toward me, looking bored.
“Of course.” He takes my hand in his. “I recognize you from-a your show, Meez Sinclair. Eeet’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
He’s pleased to make my acquaintance? Like this is the first time we’re meeting. Like we didn’t work together in the same kitchen for seventeen months where he cursed me out in Italian on a daily basis for a variety of culinary infractions I only committed in his head. (I worked too slow and kept the customers waiting! I worked too fast and sacrificed the quality of the food! I under seasoned. I over seasoned. My plating was too meticulous. My plating was too haphazard. Argh!!!!!!!) 






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The party is over for bikini model Izzy Alvarez. For six years she’s made a good living by flaunting her God-given assets on runways and in front of cameras, but now as she approaches the big 3-0, the bodacious Latina is shocked to learn she’s aged out of the profession that’s kept her in mojitos, mani/pedis, and designer thongs. What’s a girl with a taste for the finer things in life and no marketable skills to do?

Getting a regular job is too boring to even consider, so Izzy decides to follow in the footsteps of her newly-engaged frenemy and become a trophy wife. Although she’s desperate and too broke to get a chipped nail fixed, Izzy still has standards for her future husband, which means no uggos, no vertically-challenged guys, and no geezers who need to pop a blue pill to perform in the bedroom. Enlisting the aid of her computer whiz nephew and her closest pals, Izzy goes on the prowl for a rich, marriage-minded man, encountering likely candidates in a lot of unlikely places.

The high life she’s dreamed of may be within reach when Izzy meets a charming, successful man who’s not only hotter than a steamy summer night in Miami, but ready to settle down. Now all Izzy has to do is make sure her loud, crazy Cuban family doesn’t scare off el hombre perfectooh, yeah, and squelch those pesky, romantic feelings she keeps having for the sweet, cash-strapped guy she's known forever.

Will Izzy’s hunger for money win out, or will her fiery heart demand to be heard?




As we’re polishing off the last of the appetizers and I’m starting to feel a pleasant buzz from the rum, our conversation is interrupted by a familiar voice. “Izzy! Topaz! Nacho! Oh, my gosh, I haven’t seen you guys in forever.”
I turn to see Silvana Diaz, fellow model, friend (more like rival since we’re Latinas in the same age group and have always been sent up for the same jobs), and . . . I quickly take stock of
the wealthy-looking, pudgy, salt and pepper-haired gentleman whose arm she’s clinging to . . .
new member of the Sugar Daddy Matchmakers service?
“Yeah, it’s been a while. What have you been up to?” Besides hanging out at a plastic surgeon’s office. The once noticeable bump on the bridge of her nose is gone, and her lips have doubled in size since the last time we crossed paths.
“Oh, you know, just spending time with my man.” She strokes Middle-Aged Murray’s suit-clad arm and gazes at him adoringly. “He proposed on Valentine’s Day!” Silvana shoves her left hand in my face.
“Woah!” I jerk back in surprise when I see the size of the rock on her ring finger. Has to be at least three carats, and its platinum band is studded with sparkly diamonds, too. “That is quite a ring. You have great taste,” I compliment her fiancé.   
“Only the best for my little mango.” He grins up at her. Yeah, that’s right, Silvana is a head taller than her hubby-to-be.
“He calls me that because I’m sweet and exotic,” Silvana explains, and I try not to gag.
“We’re all really happy for you, Sil,” Topaz says kindly. “Have you set a date yet?”
“No, but it will have to be later this year since I’ll be busy through the summer.”
I sit up straight in my chair, suddenly on high alert. “You’re going to be tied up all
summer? Did you get a national campaign or something?” Silvana is only six months younger than me, and she’s not nearly as pretty even with all her new cosmetic enhancements, so she’d better not have booked some big job, or I’m going to start flipping tables Real Housewives-style.
“I’ve retired from modeling. I don’t really have time for it anymore since Harry has to travel to Asia for business every few weeks, and I go with him since we can’t stand to be apart. Plus, it’s not like I need the money anymore.” She holds up her left hand and wiggles her fingers
to remind us once again how well-off her intended is and giggles.

So, Silvana no longer has to work and by the looks of things, Harry (ew, I hope that’s only his name and not an adjective that could be used to describe his back) is providing her with a very nice lifestyle that includes international travel and some very impressive bling. Hmmmm . . .








Forensic accountant Sloane Tobin and kooky pet psychic Willa may have the same face, but that’s the only thing these identical twins have in common.

How she can read the hearts and minds of animals has always been a mystery to Willa, and her rotten luck with men is equally baffling. Although she’s been looking for “The One” for what feels like forever (A teenage marriage to a French mime and dating a guy named Spider seemed like good ideas at the time!), optimistic Willa refuses to give up on love. When she meets Brody, the handsome rose expert hired to save her grandmother’s garden, she’s instantly smitten, but why does he keep sending her mixed signals? Does he return her feelings, or is their attraction all in her fanciful head?

Unlike her twin, Sloane has zero interest in romance. Her passion is her job, where she uses her gift for numbers to take down slimy embezzlers and asset-hiding spouses. When she’s assigned two high profile cases, Sloane feels confident the promotion she’s been angling for is within her grasp. But will her plan to climb the corporate ladder be thwarted by difficult clients, her co-worker-with-benefits, or – most surprisingly of all – her own sister? And how’s she supposed to stay focused on the drama at work when her childhood friend, Gav, moves in next door and the spark between them becomes impossible to ignore?

To get what they both want, can Willa and Sloane band together and rely on each other’s strengths? Or will their differences drive them apart once and for all?


“Let’s get back to what’s bothering you. Are you sure it’s not a man? Because you could tell me, you know. If you were involved with someone . . .”

“I don’t have time to date right now. I’m totally focused on my career.” This is Sloane’s stock response to any inquiries about her love life.

“I didn’t say ‘date.’ Relationships between men and women don’t have to be labeled.
Sometimes they just are . . .”

“Exhausting? Aggravating? A waste of time? Yeah, I’d agree with all that.”

“You wouldn’t feel that way if you found a guy you were simpatico with, someone as smart and ambitious as you, a professional type who values the finer things in life, like good clothes, a nice car–” 

“Maybe a BMW.” Sloane raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“Sure, why not? BMWs are good cars, aren’t they? They look really sleek and elegant and they cost a lot of money, so you’d have to be successful in order to afford one. Do you know anyone who drives a Beemer?”

“Wow,” Sloane shakes her head in disbelief, “you are so bad at this. It’s like being interrogated by Strawberry Shortcake. Actually, she’d probably be more crafty about it than you. ‘Do you know anyone who drives a Beemer?’ Seriously?”

I guess I tipped my hand. Sloane’s right. I do stink at subterfuge. “I would have asked you outright, but you’re always so–”
    
“Gav is dead,” she vows while pouring herself some more lemonade. “I should have known when he ran into Josh outside last week that he was going to run straight to you and blab about it. He’s like some gossipy teenage girl.”
    
Oh, shoot, now Gav’s going to get in trouble, which I promised him he wouldn’t. I need to bail this out ASAP.
    
“Um, to be fair, Gav’s known about this Josh guy for months and he only told me today because I threatened to tickle it out of him. What’s the big deal anyway?” Good, Willa. Put her on the defensive. “I’m your sister. You don’t have to keep things from me. Is there something wrong with this Josh guy? Gav did say he looked like a d-bag.”
    
She rolls her eyes. “That is so typical! Gav never has anything positive to say about any of the men in my life. They’re always ‘douchebags,’ or ‘jackasses,’ or have ‘sticks up their butts.’”
    
“Yeah, well, that works both ways. When have you ever liked one of his girlfriends?”

“Please,” she scoffs. “His girlfriends are nothing but tramp-stamped airheads who make
minimum wage and can’t string two sentences together to carry on a semi-intelligent conversation. They’re all totally scorn-worthy.”
    
“What about Thea? She was a lawyer.”
    
“And a condescending bitch who tried to deball Gav. Thank God he finally wised up on that one. Can you imagine if he’d gone through with marrying her? BLECH”
    
The funny thing about Sloane having such an aversion to Thea is that the two of them are actually very similar – in looks (both are tall, slim brunettes with blue eyes) and in personality (competitive, career-obsessed women who don’t suffer fools gladly and always want to be in the driver’s seat). Under different circumstances, they might have been friends, but that wasn’t going to happen while they viewed each other as a threat.
    
“Yeah, I think it’s best for everyone that their relationship didn’t work out.”
    
“Me, too. I would have hated to see Gav get hurt. I’m protective of him.”
    
“Protective, or . . . territorial?”







An avid reader and writer, Tracie Banister has been scribbling stories since she was a child, most of them featuring feisty heroines with complicated love lives like her favorite fictional protagonist Scarlett O'Hara. Her work was first seen on the stage of her elementary school, where her 4th grade class performed an original holiday play she penned. (Like all good divas-in-the-making, she also starred in and tried to direct the production.)

Tracie’s dreams of authorial success were put on the backburner when she reached adulthood and discovered that she needed a "real" job in order to pay her bills. Her career as personal assistant to a local entrepreneur lasted for 12 years. When it ended, she decided to follow her bliss and dedicate herself to writing full-time. She is the proud winner of the 2017 Independent Press Award (Romantic Comedy) and a Bronze Medal in the 2017 Readers’ Favorite Awards (Chick Lit).

Although Tracie swore she’d never write a sequel to any of her books, the character of Izzy Alvarez, who first appeared in
In Need of Therapy, would not be denied. Izzy As Is is Tracie’s fifth novel, and she hopes readers enjoy this return trip to Miami.



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