When it comes to debutantes, it takes all kinds to make the world go round. In THE EX-DEBUTANTE Carlisle Cushing is a debutante who has always been a fish out of water, the odd duck in a world of swans. So she hardly fits into any category. In fact, she left her Texas high society world to become a determined lawyer far away in Boston . . . then committed the unforgivable sin (as far as her deeply southern mother is concerned) of becoming engaged to a Yankee. Then all of the sudden she can’t believe it when she gets dragged back to Texas to take over the debutante ball . . . and comes face to face with the man she loved and lost. Take the quiz below to find your own inner deb! What Kind of a Debutante Are You? When you are in line ready to make your official bow, you: hope the deb in front of you face plants into the floor cracking her porcelain veneers have warned the photographer to capture your best side are certain you will be voted Deb of the Year pray you aren’t the deb who face plants into the floor…

Ah, this business! You plug along for years, putting out book after book, hoping that your small group of readers will grow into a group large enough that you might actually pay the mortgage. You plod along at a steady pace, building slowly, while other authors evolve at lightning speed. Nothing happens for years, and then suddenly, out of the blue, your books start to sell well. Print runs go up. Your publisher tells you that they are going to do more to promote your books. Your agent pumps you up and tells you you’re becoming a Big Deal, and you get all excited, even though you know she says that to all her clients. They approach you about doing a tie-in novel to a soap opera. A what? you cry, but you do it, because you’re no fool. And then one day it happens. You’re in a bookstore, talking with the bookseller whom you’ve known for years. When another customer approaches, you walk away to peruse the stacks, and you hear that customer say, “That’s Julia London? Ohmigod! Ohmigod!” You are so glad you put on some make up and changed out of godawful linen pants you’ve worn all…