Vicki Batman has sold many romantic comedy works to magazines, several publishers, and most recently, two humorous romantic mysteries. Along the way, she has picked up some awards and bestsellers. Avid Jazzerciser. Handbag lover. Mahjong player. Yoga practitioner. Movie fan. Book devourer. Chocaholic. Best Mom ever. And adores Handsome Hubby. Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking “What if??”
Tell us about your new release. What led you to write this book?
Sommerville days are three short stories. (Please, dear readers, don’t think “short stories” are an awful thing. If written correctly, they are as satisfying as a longer book.) “Raving Beauty” began when in an interview I was asked what is something no one knows about you. In reality, a few people did know I was Miss Oak Lawn Moped; we just didn’t talk about it. LOL. “Store Wars” came about after a girlfriend trip to Galveston. “San Diego or Bust” came about after a trip to San Diego.
Do you have a favorite fictional character by another author you’d like to meet?
The new Mrs. de Winter and shake some sense in the poor girl.
What do you do when you are not writing?
I’m pretty busy. I Jazzercise every morning at 7 a.m. Have a small breakfast and read the paper. Ride the stationary bike for 20 min. Clean up and go to my desk. When finished for the day, I play mahjong, stitch needlepoint or embroidery, walk the adora-poos, and of course, read!
Which book impacted you as a teenager?
My eighth grade English teacher tasked us with reading a book and telling the class about it. I was so shy and petrified about what to say and on top of that, find an appropriate book. I picked “Cheaper by the Dozen.” My turn came, I told the class and the teacher said I could have read something harder. That had me think. I turned to my friend who told me she had read Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. I gave it a go and really liked it; so much so, I’ve read all she’s written and reread it several time. I have given copies away. A few years ago, Handsome and I went to the movies to see it on the big screen. I’d seen the movie on tv but knew seeing this one at the movies would be a different experience. I was aghast to hear people in the audience twittering. Honest to Golly twittering. What I surmised is the younger generation found Laurence Olivier’s overacting funny. Too melodramatic. And they are right.
What’s next for you?
Two big projects. I just turned in to the formatter the manuscript for Sommerville holidays. Like Sommerville days, this book is comprised of three holiday shorts—“Holiday Disaster,” “The Littlest Angel,” and “Twinkle Lights.” All have been updated for this project. And earlier this year, I turned in my third romantic comedy mystery, Temporarily out of Luck. Again, we follow our sassy and intrepid heroine, Hattie Cooks, as she takes on another new job, this time at a bridal salon.
Excerpt: Love blossoms in the small town of Sommerville in these heartwarming tales, filled with fun and forever possibilities.
Store Wars: The competition is heating up when Janie’s old flame returns to town and is running his family’s store. Could following dreams break her heart?
Raving Beauty: What if the love of your life was in front of you all along?
San Diego or Bust: When a young woman plans a romantic getaway with her boyfriend, disaster strikes—is her Mr. Right the right Mr. Right?
From “Raving Beauty:”
“I can’t believe I let your loony brother, who’s tormented me all my life, talk me into this.”
With my eye on the teenage competition standing off to one side, I tugged the swimsuit’s leg opening into place to better cover my hip. “Just because I did some modeling in college doesn’t make me a pageant diva. Back then, I was incredibly skinny, and clothes fit easily.”
“Daniel is a rat. He took advantage of your third, or was it your fourth, margarita, Kelly?” Maggie Ackerman, my best friend and roommate, adjusted the scarlet satin sash draped across my body. Glittery stick-on letters spelled out Miss Yahoo! Ranch Steakhouse. “Don’t worry. You’re beautiful and will be fine. Now, hold still.”
I watched her pick my brown hair at the crown of my head with an old-fashioned teasing comb. When the eerie suspicion I resembled a scary dame with Big Texas hair from the television show, “Dallas,” I turned my head to avoid the mirror.
“Close your eyes.” She blasted my hair with several short bursts of super freeze-it hairspray. “Now, that ain’t goin’ nowhere.”