Most of you know my sister and I are native Texans. Like most Texans, we're proud to be from the Lone Star State.

Our folks were not here for the gig at the Alamo, but they got here soon after. More specifically, we're from West Texas, which is different from everywhere else.

That's why the Dixie Cash stories are set in West Texas. Because the locale and its inhabitants deserve to be written about.

In I GAVE YOU MY HEART, BUT YOU SOLD IT ONLINE, we touched on everything that is near and dear to a Texan's heart--bad-boy cowboys in tight, starched jeans, larger-than-life cowgirls with long flowing hair, rodeos and mesquite smoked barbecue. Plus, we threw in a mystery.

When we set out to write this story, my sister was doing some online dating. She had some memorable experiences to say the least and even more were forgettable. At the same time, I was working in a department store where I frequently came into contact with folks whose credit cards had been stolen and/or abused. I even met a few who had been the victims of true identity theft and had had to more-or-less rebuild their financial lives. So, we decided to combine those two current phenomena into a mystery that was right up the Domestic Equalizers' alley.

We gave the reader another chance to meet Debbie Sue's old flame Quint Matthews from SINCE YOU'RE LEAVING ANYWAY, TAKE OUT THE TRASH, world champion bull rider, now rodeo stock contractor. We added a romance between two new characters, dress shop manager Allison and famous bull fighter, now barbecue restaurant owner, Tag. (We even tucked some of Tag's secret recipes into the A+ section in the back of the book.)

The sex toy party scene has been called everything from "gross" to "so funny my sides ached". So depending on your sense of humor, there must be something for everyone.

All in all, the book is a zany, rip-snorting series of mishaps and mayhem that only Debbie Sue and Edwina could fall into. I mean that literally, since, in one scene, they found themselves at the bottom of an open grave.

Laughing is good for the brain, I'm told. It generates one of those good chemicals, sort of like chocolate. So if you want a few hours of therapy, grab a cold margarita, sit back on your chaise lounge by your pool, and give Debbie Sue Overstreet and Edwina Perkins-Martin a chance to cheer you up.

Oh, and Edwina has dropped in some advice to the lovelorn, too.

Dixie Cash