At the thought of the cookies, I actually get up to answer the door. The pool guy can take care of himself. I have homeowner's insurance. The cookie salesman, however, waits for no one.Curses! It wasn't the cookie salesman. I swear the Girls Scouts of America do not try hard enough to search me out and sell me calories I don't need but desperately want. Happily, it wasn't the pool guy missing appendages either. What it was instead was a box on my doorstep. Our postwoman always rings the bell when she's leaving a package. She is terribly considerate that way.
Inside the box were my author copies of my latest book Victoria's Promise! HOORAY! The Newport Ladies Book Club series marches ever onward. I love this book. It's super fun, filled with heart and all those aching love-sicky feelings that a good romance should have. I dedicated it to my ever-inspiring editor, Kirk Shaw, who ditched me to go be a lawyer. He is so lucky I love him and haven't used the voodoo doll I bought of him when he told me he was leaving me. Actually, I am super proud of him for making good choices for his family and am so grateful that he helped me be the writer I am.
Victoria's Promise turned out really well. I am pleased with my finished written product--pleased with how well it tied into the series and how the other Newport ladies helped Victoria on her journey. Feel free to go see the nice reviews on Amazon. I love people who leave nice reviews. We won't talk about how I feel about those other people. Didn't their grandmothers teach them not to say anything when they didn't have anything nice to say? So sad they missed out on a valuable education. Actually, there's a lot to be learned in the not-so-nice reviews as well. Anyway, I digress.
The point is that I have my author copies and books in the mail is always super fun. Feel free to go buy a copy. I may not be Lord Byron, but I am infinitely more entertaining.