Without further ado … here’s Alison.
Alison Monaghan here from Carolina Reckoning. I’ve been criticized for why I, a nice, Southern lady, drinks Pepsi-Cola. Yes, it’s Pepsi for me. Let me just state in response to the on-going regional conflict known as the Cola Wars that North Carolinians find themselves in a bit of a dilemma. Sure, Coca-Cola is headquartered in Atlanta, but what many people may not realize is that Pepsi was invented in good ole New Bern, NC.
And for North Carolinians, it’s been a war of Braveheart proportions. Our loyalties tugged in both directions. Families—a bitter reeaactment of the War of Northern Aggression—divided ever since. The Cola Wars have fueled feuds along the lines of the Hatfields and McCoys. Resulted in tragedies reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet.
Old barns dot the NC countryside, sporting Coca-cola or Pepsi logos. Once in a while, you’ll see dear, middle child types who try to walk the middle of the road, appease both sides and display Coke and Pepsi billboards.
Well, let me just say, that wins no friends and influences nobody. Can’t respect a person who can’t make up their mind and stick to their convictions. After all, are we the Tar Heel State or not?
And you know, what happens to creatures who inhabit the middle of the road? That’s right. Roadkill.
Santa has weighed on the issue, too. And by weighed in, I mean weighed in. Small North Carolina children have been threatened, I won’t say who, with their names crossed off the “Nice” list at any breach in family loyalty. This has figured prominently in generation-gap, menopausal/adolescent hormone-riddled conflicts within my own household.
So yes, I drink Pepsi.
But as for Claire, my teenage daughter? What do you think?
If you come for a visit to NC and stop at a roadside stand, country corner store or restaurant, take a good look at the menu before you ask for a soft drink beverage. Be very careful. Or be prepared for the self-respecting waitress to wrinkle her nose and curl her lip. Shotguns may emerge from behind cash registers. Remember, people have been tarred and feathered for less.
Alison, thank you so much for guest posting on i blog 4 books today! I have to admit as a Southern Belle who is a die-hard Coca-Cola drinker, I completely disagree with your choice of drink. But at least you're passionate! [wink!] Seriously, though, thanks for stopping by and letting my readers get to know you a bit better.
Friends, to find out more about Alison Monaghan, including her love of all things Southern—and her Pepsi!—pick up a copy of Carolina Reckoning today! And while we're at it ... what's your drink of choice? Coke or Pepsi?
About the Book
Alison wanted her cheating husband gone, not dead...
When 30-something housewife, Alison Monaghan discovers proof of her husband's infidelity in a photograph with a mysterious woman, she must decide how to confront Frank when he returns home from work. Despite the influence of her best friend Valerie, a strong Christian, Alison remains aloof from God and is determined to handle this crisis her own way. But Alison may not get that chance. Frank never makes it home. Soon his body is found on a lonely back-country road in antebellum Weathersby Historic Park where Frank served on the board of directors and where Alison, with a degree in landscape design, was a volunteer garden docent.
Homicide detective Mike Barefoot, a Cherokee native from the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, immediately puts Alison at the top of his suspect list. He finds himself drawn to her--and not just because she had motive for the crime. As an army veteran, Mike usually keeps his emotional walls high. And as a detective, he knows not to get involved with murder suspects. So why he is so attracted to Alison? Can he fight his feelings for her—and the stirrings in his heart toward God?
If you're interested in learning more about Carolina Reckoning, check out this sneak peek of the first chapter.