Gretchen Archer’s bestselling series continues with the third installment, DOUBLE STRIKE. Stay tuned as she talks hair mishaps, hashtags, and book four teasers.
I celebrated by waking everyone up. I have my titles set up on Google and Topsy alerts, and I work ridiculous hours—I’m at my desk every morning by 3:30—so that day I opened my email to the alerts with the subject line reading the usual, alert. Not READ ME NOW, YOU’LL BE SO GLAD YOU DID. A cup of coffee later, I clicked. And when I did, I ran screaming up the stairs at four in the morning with the news, scaring my husband and son to death. They thought the house was on fire. That was the beginning and the end of the celebration, except for a gorgeous graphic from my daughter Laura, who does all my great social media. I posted and tweeted. That’s all.
Oh, good grief, I got extensions. You won’t even believe what a pain extensions are. First, they’re a huge commitment: time, money, and mental health. There are so many things they don’t tell you, including you can never scratch your head. You don’t think about asking, “How am I supposed to scratch my head?” because until you get those crazy things taped to your SCALP, your head has really never itched. I didn’t think to ask. I swear, I came this close to buying one of those metal garden claw things at Target just so I could scratch the itchy things. Another thing they don’t tell you? It takes four hours to dry your hair. FOUR SOLID HOURS. Then there’s the psychological factor. Salons really should screen potential extension clients thoroughly, and include this question: Are you going to be totally freaked out with SOMEONE ELSE’S HAIR ON YOUR HEAD? I had no idea. The next morning I waited until daybreak to text my stylist, Tra, (who gets a special mention in DOUBLE STRIKE, by the way), because I hadn’t slept a wink, and asked, “Is this hair from a dead person? If it is, just tell me now.” He told me where they were from—not a morgue—which went a long way in explaining the expense of it all and why the salon keeps the hair LOCKED IN A VAULT. (Honestly, there are a million things I’d steal before HAIR EXTENSIONS.) The freak factor was HUGE and no one tells you that beforehand. And the biggest thing you just can’t know up front—THEY RANDOMLY FALL OUT OF YOUR HEAD. I am NOT kidding. (“Uh, ma’am?”)(Humiliating.)
Davis has to master the art of hashtags while working as a social media assistant for Strike It Rich. If you had to sum up the book in three hashtags, what would they be? (And what’s your opinion on using them?)
#BananasInEveryBook #MadeItAllUp #Don’tDiscriminate #LoveHashtags
In all of the research (gambling?) you’ve done for your series, have you found a favorite casino? (And are you usually lucky when playing?)
I’d give my favorite casino a mention here, but every time the doorbell rings I’m relieved to see the pizza man, because I know any minute I’m going to be served with a cease-and-desist (writing Davis) from my favorite casino. So instead of naming it and speeding the process along, I’ll speak to casinos in general. I love the Bellagio in Vegas, fountain side. I was married and honeymooned at the Golden Nugget in downtown Vegas. (Some days I get so mad at the Golden Nugget.) Aria in Vegas was a one-time visit for me, because all the circulated air is exceptionally and profoundly vanilla scented. (Sneeze, sneeze.) By far, though, I love Southern casinos the best: New Orleans, Biloxi, Tunica, Shreveport, Cherokee, Immokalee, I love them all. Am I lucky? I’m like every other gambler; there are days when it’s my turn.
We know you won’t give much away, but can we have a sneak peek at what Davis will be up against in book four?
The question I’m exploring in #davis4: How many secrets can Bradley Cole keep?