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Maria Geraci | What Kind of Girl Are You?

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In my Bunco Babes books, the central characters have been friends for years. They get together every Thursday night to drink frozen margaritas, roll dice, and gossip about the inhabitants of their small north Florida town. The three main characters I introduced in the first book, Bunco Babes Tell All, were labeled as "the nice one," "the sharp one" and "the hot one". Unconsciously as a writer, I dont set out to create the theme for my books. Theme is something that naturally results from the plot. But after I wrote the book (and figured out what it was really about) I discovered that my main character, Kitty, had to come to grips with the eternal question of the ages. Just what kind of girl are you?

Too often, like the characters in my books, we get labeled at an early age. You know the labels Im talking about- the smart one, the pretty one, the goofy one... And after a while, we start to believe it ourselves. But sometimes (like Kitty had to find out in Bunco Babes Tell All) in order to achieve our highest potential (or win your happily-ever-after!) you have to break out of the mold.

Recently, to celebrate the November release of my second book, Bunco Babes Gone Wild , I ran a contest over at my website titled Which Bunco Babe Are You? After a series of 7 fun questions your score will tell you whether youre a Kitty (the nice one), a Shea (the hot one) or a Pilar (the sharp one). The quiz is meant in fun, but I found out something while testing it among my local friends. Almost every single time I could pretty much predict which Bunco Babe a friend would turn out to be. In my mind, Id created labels for my own friends. Or maybe it was just that I knew them so well I could predict which answers theyd choose. Either way, it was an interesting revelation.

I took the quiz myself and turned out to be a Kitty. While I love Kitty (after all, I created her!) the quiz made me think. Am I really as much of a doormat as she can be sometimes? Do I have to occasionally be a Shea or maybe a Pilar to demand whats rightfully mine? Im not sure about the answers to those questions, but I do think that while those 7 questions dont completely define which kind of girl I am, neither do any of the labels Ive been given throughout my life.

In Bunco Babes Gone Wild, my heroine, Georgia, has to come to grips pretty quickly with the fact that she might not be the kind of girl shes always thought she was. Heres an excerpt to give you a taste of what I mean!

Excerpt from BUNCO BABES GONE WILD, November, 2009

Dave pulled off his jeans. Underneath he had on a pair of board shorts. Georgia crossed her arms over her chest. "Thats a bathing suit."

"You sound disappointed."

"Well, Im not."

He gave her a look that said he didnt believe her. "Your turn." "Im not stripping down to my underwear."

"Suit yourself."He walked out the sliding glass doors and onto the beach.

Georgia watched, blatantly jealous as he dove into the cool blue water.

He made her feel prudish. But she wasnt a prude. There was just something... unnerving about him. Like she was betraying Spencer. Which was ridiculous. Dave had absolutely nothing over Spencer. Spencer was classically handsome, smooth, successful, smart, urbane, thoughtful (well, most of the time).

Dave on the other hand, was just sort of good looking. Sure, he had a nice butt and every once in a while he could be funny, but he was like beer. It was tasty, but who wanted beer if you could have champagne? And she was definitely a champagne kind of girl.

If Dave could strip down to almost nothing, then so could she. Besides, hed already seen her boobs. And it wasnt like she was naked. She was wearing a bra and underwear. Her bikini was a lot more revealing than-

Her fingers froze on the jeans zipper.

Shit. Shed forgotten she was wearing granny panties.

But that was good, wasnt it? It was in no way revealing. Or sexy. Or anything remotely connected to sexy.

She bit her bottom lip. What if Dave thought this was the sort of underwear she wore all the time? She craned her neck to see him floating on top of the calm water. It looked absolutely blissful.

A river of sweat ran down her back, pooling into her already damp jeans.

The hell with it. What did she care what Dave Hernandez thought of her underwear?

She peeled off the jeans and dumped them onto the floor. Just stripping down felt good. She could only imagine how the cool ocean water would feel next to her overheated skin. Shed keep the sweaty T-shirt on till the last second. Just in case someone should come by.

She waded over the shore and dipped her toe into the ocean. Dave was still floating, oblivious to her.

"Go ahead, it feels great," he called out.

What? Did he have eyelids on the side of his head?

"Dont look!" she yelled, hastily working her way out of the T-shirt. She dumped it onto the sand then ran into the water and dove in. It felt as delicious as she had imagined, the salty water all cold and tingly against her skin. She surfaced and planted her feet on the sandy bottom. The water was chest deep.

"What wasnt I supposed to look at?" Dave asked, coming out of his floating position. He ran his hand through his wet hair, slicking it back. It emphasized his strong cheekbones and square jaw. Her gaze drifted lower, to his mouth. She remembered how slowly hed kissed her-

"Nothing," she said, relieved that hed obviously not caught sight of her granny panties. Shed worry later about him seeing them when they got out of the water.

 

 

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15 comments posted.

Re: Maria Geraci | What Kind of Girl Are You?

What a great scene! And I enjoyed the quiz, too. (I'm a Kitty, but I sort of wish there was a little more Shea in me--LOL!) I'm so excited there's a new Bunco Babes book out!!
(Marilyn Brant 9:39am November 11, 2009)

Love the exerpt. Just as I thought I'm a Kitty. Yes I can be a doormat or a pushover sometimes especially when it comes to my kids. I can also be a mother bear when I'm crossed.
(Theresa Buckholtz 1:02pm November 11, 2009)

I love that excerpt too. No one wants to be caught in their granny panties, do they? Thanks for stopping by Marilyn and Theresa!
(Maria Geraci 2:12pm November 11, 2009)

I took the test and it says that I am a Shea. I think I must have cheated, because I am probably a Kitty wishing she were a Shea!
(Karin Tillotson 3:04pm November 11, 2009)

Hi Maria! What a fun quiz! What a fun post! Congratulations on the new book. Sounds fab! Maybe we all have elements of each Bunco Babe inside us and we need to learn how to access that particular BB when we need her. Hmm, DEEEEEEEEP!!!! Snort!
(Anna Campbell 3:10pm November 11, 2009)

Im a Kitty, fun quiz.
(Annetta Stolpmann 3:56pm November 11, 2009)

Hi Karin, There's no cheating in my Bunco Babe quiz! Actually, the majority of women turn out to be Sheas. Who knew?

Hi Anna, thanks for the well wishes! And I agree, there's a little bit of Bunco Babe in all of us;)

Thanks for taking the quiz, Annetta!
(Maria Geraci 4:11pm November 11, 2009)

I think it's funny when someone says, "Don't look." when that's the thing they can't help doing. A bikini is more revealing than undies in my book.
(Alyson Widen 6:07pm November 11, 2009)

Didn't take the quiz, but would think
there would be a little of each Bunco
Babe in us all with one being a bit
more dominant.
Good luck with the release of BUNCO
BABES GONE WILD.
(Patricia Barraclough 7:47pm November 11, 2009)

Great excerpt! I wish I could say I was a good Bunco Babe! Ha Ha!
(Lisa Glidewell 8:35pm November 11, 2009)

Alyson, I agree. "Don't look" is a sure fire way to get looked at!

And you're right, Patricia, there's a little bit of Bunco Babe in all of us;)

Hi Lisa, thanks for commenting!
(Maria Geraci 9:23pm November 11, 2009)

Granny knickers: we all have at least one pair.
(Mary Preston 10:58pm November 11, 2009)

I took the quiz and Kitty I am. She does describe me. I wish I was more like Shea and Pillar at times.
(Lynne Delisle 11:24pm November 11, 2009)

Granny knickers! I love that!

Thanks for stopping by and commenting Mary and Lynne!
(Maria Geraci 7:28am November 12, 2009)

too too funny i lovethis excerpt thank you for posting and i took the quiz and im a lil of all of them too
(Beverly Gordon 11:00pm November 21, 2009)

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