CQ:  You recently released a book about a city girl gone country. Which one are you? City or country girl?

EL:  I’m a little bit of both! I grew up in the country, but I love a weekend in the city!  
How about you, CQ… you all country, all the time?

 CQ: I am! I grew up in the very tiny town of Morris, Alabama (please don’t Google it) and then lived in Somerville, Ohio for
a while (even smaller town). I did go to a large college and got to have a few years in the city, but my roommate got mugged and back to the country I went! 

EL: Well, I totally Googled it.  My small town, Edinburg, IL, wins! We only have 1100 people!

CQ: Oh my gosh! That was about the size of my high school. And yes, I should’ve figured you’d Google it.

EL: Interesting fact… my graduating class only had 18 people in it. 18. That’s not a typo.

CQ: That’s crazy! I heard a rumor that you married your high school sweetheart. True or False?

EL: True. I hear you’re married to an umpire.  Does that mean he calls all the plays?!

CQ: He wishes. Only on the field. ;) Pretty sure he’s re-living his high school glory days. 

EL: Let’s talk about High School… was your first  kiss as memorable as Trace and Kylie’s or Landen and
Layla’s?

CQ: It was memorable all right. He missed and kissed me in the eye. (Wasn’t my husband - it was 7th grade in the skating rink
and in his defense, it was dark).
How about yours?  Did the heaven’s open and angels trumpet? Did your foot pop?

EL: Ummm… no.  I too was a Jr. High first kisser. It was awkward.

CQ: Turns out  Jr. High boys aren’t so smooth. So what is your most embarrassing high school memory? Ever go to class in the nude?  Fall in front of the entire auditorium (all 18 students) or drop the f-bomb during a speech?

EL: All of the above.

CQ:  HA!  

EL: I’m kidding! I did try to do a Cirque de Soleil move once with a pair of crutches and busted my ass in front of the whole
gym class. 
  
CQ: Aw! Ouch! 
  
EL: How about you?

CQ: I never tried any sweet moves on crutches,  though I did once go into detail about the extreme hotness of the new Current Events teacher only to discover he was listening from right behind me. Pretty sure my face was red for a month.

EL: Classic move!

CQ: I hope to use it in a book one day. 
 
EL: Not if I do first!

CQ: Dang! I gotta stop tellin you stuff!  #AuthorProblems

EL: OK! Let’s do play “where you come from”!  Where you come from do guys wear boxers or briefs?

CQ: I don’t know what ALL the guys wear. But my preference for fellas is black boxer briefs.   You?

EL: Your wit astounds me CQ.  I prefer boxers  as well.  

CQ: I try. ;) Do y’all call it soda, coke, or pop where you live?

EL:  Soda! I bet you say… Pop.  Is it a grilled cheese or a toasted cheese in your neck of the woods?

CQ: Everything’s Coke here! Even if it’s Mt. Dew or something. The waitresses actually ask “what kind of Coke do you want?”
It’s toasted cheese here but we call them both.  

LIGHTNING  ROUND
Ready? Go!
Guilty Pleasure:   EL: boy bands   CQ:  sleeping in
Biggest Turn on:   EL: a wicked sense of humor      CQ: dimples when he smiles
Favorite book ever:  EL: Girl with Guitar   CQ: Escaping Me  (“I’m backwoods, baby.”)
Favorite song:  EL: Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money       CQ: Anything by Luke Bryan
Favorite Movie:  EL: Empire Records    CQ: Breakfast Club
Favorite Perfume:   EL: Sexy Little Thing by Victoria’s Secret      CQ: Burberry Brit  
Favorite Vacation Spot:    EL: NYC      CQ: Tie between beach & mountains. Anyone know where I can find both? 
Least favorite  One Direction Member:    EL: NONE. I love them all. All of them.      CQ: I have no clue who any of them are.  

Celebrity crush  you’d leave your husband for:   CQ: Wait, you  just answered that one :-) Luke Bryan, I’ve tried actually. They wouldn’t let me  on the bus.        

EL: Doesn’t  surprise me.  And for the record… my number 1 is Justin Timberlake. 
Okay, CQ, I’m sure people are sick of our nonsense.  Final thoughts?

CQ: First of all,  they’re probably riveted and on the edge of their seats. Um, let’s see...final thoughts. Gah, the pressure.  Readers should DEFINITELY stay tuned since we’ve got lots of exciting news coming in the next
few months. Lots of HOT COUNTRY BOY news! And everyone should join our AMAZING street team the Backwoods Belles because they’ll get that news early!
 
EL: That’s a great  piece of advice! We do have lots of exciting things coming up!   I  think in the meantime, they should pick up a copy of Girl  on Tour or my personal favorite CQ novel,  Keep Me  Still! Landen is one of  my all time favorite book boy friends! ;-)

CQ: Landen  is 99 cents right  now--cheapest date ever! ;) Or they could grab some smokin’ hot Cole Pritchett in my favorite EL novel Escaping Me! 
 
Study up friend! If you plan on joining us for our Twitter Chat tonight (8/28) Momo is going to be asking GIVEAWAY questions based on this blog post! :-)

I just want to say a GIANT, HUGE, ENORMOUS THANK YOU to everyone who has picked up a copy of Escaping Me this week! I'm so grateful to each and every one of you! A certain little sister is causing quite a stir and I just want to let you all know that
the rumors are true! Mallory is getting her own book! I'm working on it now and I want to share the prologue here with you! I hope you love it!

P.S. If Escaping Me makes the Top 100 on Amazon... I'll post the first chapter of Finding You!

Prologue
I love hospital rooms.  I know, it's a crazy thought to have, but let's be honest... There is a ton of cool shit to play with—stethoscopes, blood pressure pumps, rubber gloves.  I guess I'm just one of those people that has yet to have some life altering event happen in a hospital.  No one I am close to has ever died or battled cancer.  I have never broken a bone or been
ill.  I'm lucky as far as that goes.  So for the time being, I'm still naïve about what really goes on inside hospital rooms.  I'm just about to blow up and draw a face on the aforementioned rubber glove when my sister clears her throat.

 “Really, Mal?  Are you five?” She rolls her eyes and checks her cell phone again.

 “Sorry,” I chuckle, tossing the glove into the trash.  “Is he on his way?”  

“I hope so,” she sighs.  “I really don't want to be alone when this happens.”

 “You're not alone,” I remind her. “I'm here.”

“Oh, great.  It will be me, some nurses, a doctor and someone who still thinks it's fun to lick tongue depressors and stick them on her  forehead.”

 “You totally laughed at that.”  I point at her sternly.  “And for the record, Cole would do the same damn thing and you know it.”

She nods with a grin. “You're right.”  She resumes her People magazine page flipping and I continue to push every button on the  control panel for the hospital bed—legs up, back up, and so on—until a nurse walks in and walks over the monitors.

 “How's the pain?” she asks.

 “Manageable,” Whitney answers as I run through the eight available television channels with the giant two-button clicker.  Why the hospital system hasn't invested in Dish Network is beyond me.

“Good,” she replies.  “I'll let the doctor know that things are progressing perfectly.  Shouldn't be much longer.  I'll have the
anesthesiologist come in for the epidural soon.”

 “Great!  Let's get this show on the road.”  I shoot her a  thumbs up and catch my sister snicker as she shakes her head.  After the nurse excuses herself, I grab the cup of ice chips sitting next to me and shake a few into my mouth.

 “This whole labor thing isn't near as bad as it's cracked up  to be,” I throw my head back against the pillow and smile, crunching the ice between my teeth.

 “Let's see how you feel about that when it's time to push,” Whitney suggests.  “And then there's all the blood.”

 I took her words into consideration knowing full well that I was about to have my first major experience in a hospital room.  I start to have a mild panic attack.  What if something goes wrong?  What if a c-section has to be performed?  Can I handle this by myself?

“Want me to try and call him again?” Whitney asks, obviously reading my expression.

 “Yeah,” I nod. “Probably a good idea.”