Tickled Pink: Class Reunion Series Book 3 [NOOK Book]

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Priscilla Slater shows up at her 20-year reunion as a national celebrity. Her hair salon dynasty has skyrocketed, and to top it off, she has her own line of hair products. She has become a huge success with the “Ms. Prissy Big Hair” line that lets women with the thinnest of locks get the coveted “big hair” look so popular in the South. Her classmates have finally come to terms with adulthood, but they’re handling it with the grace of a Southern...
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Priscilla Slater shows up at her 20-year reunion as a national celebrity. Her hair salon dynasty has skyrocketed, and to top it off, she has her own line of hair products. She has become a huge success with the “Ms. Prissy Big Hair” line that lets women with the thinnest of locks get the coveted “big hair” look so popular in the South. Her classmates have finally come to terms with adulthood, but they’re handling it with the grace of a Southern woman wearing white after Labor Day. It’s just downright awkward!

Asserting the maturity that her classmates have often lacked, Priscilla holds her head high. But she can’t ignore everything. When she catches her mother in the arms of her former high school principal, Priscilla can’t get out of town fast enough. Eager to get back to her more comfortable life, Priscilla runs head on into an ultimatum: Tim tells her they’re not getting any younger—as if she has to be reminded.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426777820
  • Publisher: Abingdon Press
  • Publication date: 10/15/2013
  • Series: Class Reunion
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 488,128
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Debby Mayne is a best-selling author who has published more than 25 books and novellas, 400 short stories and articles, and devotions for women. She has also worked as managing editor of a national health magazine, product information writer for HSN, a creative writing instructor, and a copy editor and proofreader. Her novel, Love Finds You in Treasure Island, Florida received 4-1/2 stars from RT Book Review, and was named a Top Pick for the month of July. She and her husband Wally have two grown daughters, and live in Palm Harbor, Florida. To learn more about Debby visit DebbyMayne.com.
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Tickled Pink

The Class Reunion Series Book 3


By Debby Mayne

Abingdon Press

Copyright © 2013 Debby Mayne
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4267-3362-8


CHAPTER 1

Priscilla Slater


Laura and Pete Moss are happy to announce Piney Point High School's 20-year reunion on June 15, 2013, at 7:00 PM in the brand-new Piney Point Community Center Multipurpose Room. Attire: Casual RSVP: Laura or Pete Moss 601-555-1515 Note: There will be no preparty.


As soon as the microwave dings, I grab a pot holder and pull out the plastic tray with steam rising from the corner where I've vented the cellophane. I place it on the counter, lean over it, and inhale, trying to imagine it being a nutritious, home-cooked meal. But all I smell is preservative-laced gravy. Maybe I should go back to my old nightly salad from a bag.

I take a bite of the tasteless food and glance down at my twenty-year-reunion invitation before looking out my condo window at the Atlantic Ocean. Things sure have changed for me over the past five years. Not only have I become a household name among TV retail shoppers who desire to have the coveted Southern-woman big hair, I own townhomes and condos in several places along the path of my chain of hair salons. Sometimes I forget to thank the Lord for all my wonderful blessings, so I squeeze my eyes shut and send up a prayer of gratitude.

Ten minutes later the plastic tray is empty, and now I'm faced with nothing but a mountain of paperwork. You'd think that with all I've acquired over the past thirteen years I'd be on top of the world, kicking up my feet, celebrating my immense success. In my dreams.

Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful that I've managed to accomplish so much. But there are times when certain aspects of a simple life in my hometown of Piney Point, Mississippi, appeals to me. Then I come to my senses.

I've never been one of those girls whose dreams consisted of getting married, having children, and settling for whatever came my way. Instead, I went after whatever I wanted with the focus and tenacity of a shark, until I got it. Then I set my sights on something else. Besides, after experiencing the realization that my parents' marriage wasn't what it appeared to be, I know that my image of home is just window dressing that disguises harsh realities. But that doesn't stop some of the longing for a more normal life, whatever that is.

It takes me all of thirty seconds to clean my sparkling chrome-and-black kitchen before I pick up the class reunion invitation on my way back to the tone-on-tone white and ivory living room. A smile plays on my lips as a brief image of one of Pete and Laura's children in one of my homes flits through my mind, and then I grimace. No telling what they'd do to my perfectly ordered life. Thoughts like that should make me happy I don't have children, but lately ... well, it's simply not happening, so what's the point of wondering what could've been. All the "what ifs" in the world won't change a thing. And besides, this is what I've wanted all my adult life, so I order myself to stop with those thoughts and get back to the task at hand. I have less than a week to list and send the features and benefits of my newly updated hair volumizing system that includes everything a girl needs to have the Ms. Prissy Big Hair style. The TV Network Shopping Channel has me on their regular schedule now, so even that has become so routine I can turn most of the preliminary work over to my long-time assistant, Mandy. But I need something relaxing to do right now, so I sit down with my laptop and tap out my list as I half-watch the second most dysfunctional family I've ever seen holler at each other on TV. I wonder if they do that when the cameras aren't rolling. Too bad the network doesn't know about Laura and Pete Moss's family, or they'd likely be filming in Piney Point rather than LA.

Five years ago, Bonnie Sue, the third of Laura's four children, got busted shoplifting a skirt from La Boutique in Hattiesburg. When I offered to go back to the store with Bonnie Sue, Laura accepted without a moment's hesitation, glad for the support in spite of the fact that she's never even pretended to like me. On the way to the shop, we stopped off at the post office, where I was stunned by the fact that the preteen girl was embarrassed to be seen with me. However, her tune quickly changed when the manager of the store immediately forgave her because of my slight celebrity status. I'm not sure what lesson Bonnie Sue learned that day, but I'm afraid my plan might have backfired if she came away with the idea that someone famous can get away with anything. Now Bonnie e-mails and texts me constantly, wanting advice on how to become a superstar. I've told her more than once to find her own passion, set goals, and work hard. Too bad her passion is for people to be in awe of her existence. In the last text I got from her, she wanted to know whether she should go to LA or New York after she graduates and which place would make her more famous. I need to talk to her mother before giving her advice, so I still haven't gotten back with her.

The features and benefits of my product line are basically the same, only reworded to prevent sounding redundant. I'm about to click Send when my phone rings. It's Laura.

"I was just thinking about you," I tell her.

"Why are you answering your own phone?"

"Huh?"

"I thought famous people hired folks to answer their phone."

I've heard that Laura Moss has grown into her own skin, but from what I can tell, that maturity ends when I'm involved. "So what do you need?"

"Just wanted to find out if you're coming to the reunion."

"Yes, I'll be there."

"Are you ... will you be bringing Tim?"

I suspect that's the purpose of the call, since my good friend, former ardent admirer, and favorite beauty supply salesman, Tim Puckett, has not just attended the previous class reunions with me, he's singlehandedly moved mountains to make sure things ran smoothly. I don't know what Laura would have done without Tim.

"I haven't spoken with him in a few weeks, but I can ask."

"Can you let me know what he says?" I detect a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Why don't you call him?" I say.

Laura snickers. "I don't have the same clout you have. In case you haven't figured it out, that boy will still do anything you want him to."

"Seems he takes orders from you quite well, Laura." I have a hard time keeping the snarkiness from my voice. This woman brings out the worst in me, which is one excellent reason I don't need to stay on the phone with her any longer than necessary.

"Just let me know what he says, okay? Oh, and while you're at it, ask if he can come a week early."

"I'll see what I can do."

After I hang up, I have to take a couple deep breaths to calm down. Ever since I started building my business empire, I've managed to stay calm enough to buy and open nearly a hundred hair salons, including a couple that are full-service day spas. I'm one of the regulars on TVNS with a line of products that sell out every single time I'm on air. But one short conversation with Laura sends me into a dither that takes hours to recover from.

I get up and go to the kitchen for a glass of water, and my phone rings again. This time it's Tim.

"Have you gotten your invitation yet?"

By now, I'm used to the fact that Tim gets my class news before me. He's super connected through my Piney Point salon, which has turned into Prissy's Cut 'n Curl and Ice Factory Day Spa. After Sheila and Chester confronted me about how we'd outgrown our old location, I made it my mission to find a better place. The historic Ice Factory had potential, so when I had the electricity turned on for the inspection, rodent-chewed wires caused a fire. I wound up paying more for the vacant lot than I would have if the building had been salvageable. But then I saved money on building from scratch rather than renovating to historical society regulations.

"Priscilla?" His voice has softened to practically a whisper. "Are you still there?"

"Um, yeah. I got the invitation. So do you want to go with me again? I mean, I can totally understand if you can't, considering how busy you are with your new position and all."

He laughs. "I've been regional sales manager for three years, so I can handle it. Besides, I'm due for some time off."

"If you don't mind wasting it on my class reunion, I'd love for you to attend as my guest."

"You sure know how to sweet talk a guy, Priscilla. I'd be delighted to escort you to your class reunion. And I'll get there a week early to help Laura."

"Good. That was my next question. I'll need to call her and let her know."

"Tell you what," he says. "I'll call her to save the extra step. No point in everything going through you ... that is, unless you want to be the middleman—er, woman."

"No, that's fine. Please feel free to call her. I'm sure she'll have plenty for you to do."

Again, he laughs. "Yeah, I'd pretty much bet my next paycheck on that." He clears his throat. "Not that I'm a bettin' man or anything. I don't want you to think—"

"No, I know what you're saying. Thanks, Tim."

"Just makin' sure. Let me know if you need anything else. I'll be back in Jackson in a few days. Mind if I stop by and take you to breakfast?"

"Sounds good." My phone beeps, letting me know I have another call. "It was great talking to you, Tim. Gotta run."

I click over to the next call. It's my mother, and she doesn't even bother with a greeting.

"When are you arriving for your reunion?"

"I haven't had much of a chance to think about it, with the TV work and all."

I hear a low grunt, reminding me that my mother disapproves of my chosen career, in spite of my success. "You know you're welcome to stay here, but I'll need to know when to plan on your arrival."

"Probably a week or two, depending on what all Laura needs from me."

"You'll have to give me an exact date, or I can't guarantee your room will be ready."

Rather than ask why I have to worry about my old room being ready since I'm the only person who ever stays in it, I agree to let her know. "If it's not convenient, I can stay in a hotel. I really don't mind."

"Don't be ridiculous, Priscilla. How would it look for me to let my only child stay in a hotel?"

"I guess it wouldn't look good." I pause. "How's Dad? Have you spoken to him lately?"

"Don't go getting the notion that your father and I will ever get back together. Our divorce has been final a good two years, and we've been separated for six. There's—"

"No, Mother, I don't have any such notion. I was just asking a simple question."

"Are you getting smart with me, Priscilla? Because if you are, I want you to know that even though you're a big shot on that silly network, you're still my daughter."

My breath is ragged as I slowly inhale. "No, I just wondered if you've talked to Dad."

"My answer is no, and I don't intend to talk to him as long as he continues to see that bimbo he's been dating."

I shudder. The very thought of either of my parents dating other people seems so wrong. They're my parents. They made it through more than thirty years of marriage, so why couldn't they have worked things out? Of course, I don't ask Mother that because now I realize it's not all her fault.

"Call as soon as you know when you're coming so I can have Teresa get your room ready."

After we hang up, I lift my laptop, but before I strike the first key, my phone rings again. I glance at the caller ID and see that it's Mandy.

"Yes, I know about the reunion, and no, I don't know when I'm going to Piney Point."

"Whoa. What's got you in such a snit? I was just calling to see if you needed help with the features and benefits."

"Sorry, Mandy. I just got off the phone with Mother."

"Oh, no wonder. Anything I can do?"

"Just keep things running smoothly like you always do."

"Oh, Vanessa just hired a new hairdresser. Will you be comin' back to Jackson before the reunion so you can meet her?"

I pull up the calendar on my computer. "Looks like I might have a little time, so yes, I can slip in for a day or two."

"Maybe while you're here you can do something with my hair. Ever since you let Rosemary transfer to Raleigh, my color hasn't been right."

"I'll see what I can do." I hang up, lean back on the couch, and close my eyes. I've managed to get everything I thought I wanted, but now I don't have time to enjoy any of it.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from Tickled Pink by Debby Mayne. Copyright © 2013 Debby Mayne. Excerpted by permission of Abingdon Press.
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    Raven looked amused. "Okay, you can just use periods in between the actual words, I am fine with that.." She smiled.

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  • Posted October 2, 2013

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    Although this is the third book in the Class Reunion Series, it'

    Although this is the third book in the Class Reunion Series, it's the first one I've read. Even though I'd not read the first two, I found the plot easy to follow. I enjoyed Tickled Pink so much that I plan to go back and read the first two: Pretty is as Pretty Does and Bless Her Heart.

    Characters are well written such that they sound like real people I'd enjoy knowing. They have flaws--just as we all do. Each chapter is titled with the name of one of five characters--Priscilla Slater, Laura Moss, Tim Puckett, Trudy Baynard, and Celeste Boudreaux Shackleford. They rotate and tell the story in first-person point of view. All five characters are involved in the twenty-year high school reunion, and their situations ring true to life.

    Dialog from characters in Mississippi is spot on. Scenes in the beauty salon and TV production studio is informative.

    Discussion questions are included. Folks, I highly recommend this chick-lit!

    Thank you to Bonnie at Christian Fiction Blog Alliance and Abingdon Press for my copy.

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