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Julie believes the most magical place on earth isn’t a Disney theme park, but between the covers of a book.
Except math books because math makes her cry. Math + Tears = English Degree.
It’s also why this math totally checks out: Julie writes 25% YA, 25% sass, and 100% comedic books full of sarcasm, featuring Southern Belles, Beauty Queens, Cat Fights, and everything in-between.
Julie also has a law degree & teaches Pilates, but her most impressive talents are the ability to find chocolate in hidden locations and recall random celebrity trivia.
She lives in the South with her husband, daughter, two Chihuahuas, two pit bull mixes, two lizards, two hermit crabs, & one Blue Heeler.
I may be in the middle of nowhere,
but I still have standards!
Like it’s not bad enough Daddy’s in jail for embezzlement (he’s a super-successful Hollywood agent, btw, and totally innocent), but since my fashion-model mom died when I was a baby (I’m sure you’ve seen the E! True Hollywood Story) I’ve been shipped off to Possum Grape, Arkansas, to live with relatives I’ve never even met. You read that right: Possum. Grape. Not only is there no Starbucks in this town, but I’m sharing a room with a six-year-old and I’m about to miss the biggest social event of the year back in L.A.
I’m not sure how yet, but I will get back to civilization. Until then, I may be stuck on a farm, but no one’s gonna keep me from ruling the roost!
Smile. Wave. Dominate.
Presley loves the pageant world. She knows how to work the crowd and looks gorgeous in an evening gown. But really, she needs the pageant world — for its scholarships and opportunities. The only thing standing in her way? Her archrival, Megan, who was practically born wearing a crown and sash. Megan may be the nastiest girl on the circuit, but she has one thing that Presley doesn’t: connections. And she won’t hesitate to use them.
What happens when two girls will stop at nothing — including scandalous Internet pictures, vicious message board rumors, or “accidentally” ruined hair — to be crowned the winner? Strap on your stilettos and tuck in those shoulder pads…it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
