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NOW DUDES THAT IS NOT SO. What’s this then……
The Writer and The Rake. Chapter one the illustrated preview version. Time Mutants series.
Chapter 1
Present Day. Dundee, Scotland.
If life was what happened as she dreamed, then what a bloody nightmare hers was right now. Flashlights pinged. “Sign this, Ms. Carter,” “Ms. Carter, over here,” “Brit-tany, Brit-tany,” screeched legions of adoring fans.
Some were trampled underfoot as she sashayed up stairs that dripped in red velvet, her carefully coiffed, exotically scented, chestnut hair framing her face, pink lips pouting, figure, slim as an ice pick in the little lime-green number she’d ordered from Saskia’s online. A snip at a thousand quid.
At least, in her fantasies people asked her for her autographs, her fans were being trampled and the dress cost that.
The truth?
Not even a mouse at her book signing in some shitty Scout hall.
Another parking ticket to stuff in the overflowing glove compartment. If only the compartment was a magician’s box that would make it vanish. A thwack, as one windscreen wiper tangled with the other, breaking it off and pinging it across the car bonnet in the rain battering off the tarmac.
And need she ask herself what that noise was? The tinkling of a broken tail light. Not hers. As for the dress? Sufficient to say that Zaskia’s wasn’t Saskia’s. So it was stuck in transit somewhere over Europe. She’d fit it all right. For the past week yogurt was all she could afford. Her stomach growled with hunger.
She stuffed her cigarette in the ashtray and creaked open the car door.
“Well, doesn’t this just make my day, ma’am? Stoopid. Stoopid.”
The icing on the cake. A shaven-headed, Neanderthal in a long leather coat, down on his haunches, squinting at his car bumper lying in the road. American, so probably born with a legal writ in his hand. She’d planned on picking up Rab by nine and it was already ten minutes to.
“Look, please don’t blame yourself.” She dragged her cigarettes and lighter from her raincoat pocket. “An accident can happen to anyone. I’m perfectly certain if it’s the first time—”
“Do you think I meant me?”
Forget being sued. On a sliding scale in a galaxy of last things, Rab disappearing to the pub for a quickie because she was late, was her biggest fear. She flicked her lighter, dragged the hot smoke into her lungs, let the heavenly scent waft up her nose.
“Well, darling, I sincerely hope you aren’t meaning me. I mean, I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Brit. Hey, doll, is something up?”
Rab, proceeded by his beer belly, dark quiff plastered to his forehead, his feet rammed into unfastened trainers, splashed through the puddles, guzzling what looked like a half bottle of voddie in a brown paper bag. Or was it a full bottle? It didn’t bode well for taking her revenge on Sebastian when she was doing her best to stay calm.
“You might say, darling.”
“Fine. Why don’t I just get in the car then? Just—”
He almost fell his length while pawing the door handle. When she’d thought about picking him up, she should have realized it would be out of the gutter. She glanced the other way. At least he was here. Sebastian’s was only a fifteen-minute drive through the city and over the road bridge. They’d be there by nine thirty.
“I beg your pardon, ma’am.”
“Yes?”
Ignoring Rab, and the butterflies rising in her stomach, she flicked her gaze over the man on his haunches, streetlight gilding his face.
“Did he just say, Brit?”
She forced a smile. If he had her name and went to the police with it, that would be the end of the plan to sort Sebastian.
He stood up, wiping grit and plastic specks from his palms, his voice just audible above the water gurgling down the drain, inches from her toes. “An unusual name. It’s not short for something, is it?”
“It’s second generation Norwegian actually.”
“Really? You don’t sound Norwegian.”
“Oh, I don’t sound a lot of things, that’s why everyone up here calls me a Sassenach. But my grandfather was Norwegian and my mother is English.”
“You don’t say. Brittany Carter? Yes?”
“And what’s that to you?”
Cold trickles of rain ran down her spine as she shot a glance at her car and more importantly Rab sitting like a mountain inside. With that long shiny raincoat and shaved head, this stranger’s faint scent of hot exhaust, mugging old ladies, and extorting money at knifepoint from women like her, were probably as much as he knew. Not that she had much money. He’d be sadly disappointed. Even if he read her books, it wouldn’t do to go leaping about the street. The trick was to appear calm even if she was actively fighting the urge to finger her neck. Waft a little smoke his way. “Well?”
“Fame, success, riches.”
“I think you must have mistaken me for someone else.”
“Nope.”
“Trust me, darling.”
“Fame, success, riches.”
“In your dreams. Last month’s royalty statement wouldn’t pay for a loaf of bread.”
His lips cinched. “I should have added, the choice is yours. So long as you do it wisely.”
“Goodness. That sounds just like a book blurb.”
“Perhaps.” He dug in his pocket. “It only takes one thing.”
Good God Almighty. An autograph? He was a fan? A man like him? Her publisher had stressed the importance of appealing to all sorts. Men. Women. Why argue? Especially when she hadn’t appealed to anyone and this man pulled out a folded square of soggy paper. This was an awful lot better than exchanging insurance details.
“Hold on.” She opened her bag. She wasn’t exactly short of pens. “Although I must ask, do you mean, perhaps it only takes one thing? Or, perhaps? And then, it only takes? Oh, never mind. You’ve bought my books? The Captive Viking? The Captive Viking’s Bride? Then, of course, there’s my latest, A Viking for the Saxon Prince. It’s not as it sounds. The Viking is a lady. Her name is Frigga. Yours is?”
“My name? I don’t see what my name—”
“Unless you want me to guess, which I have to tell you darling, I’m in no mood for. You want a personalization, don’t you?”
She stared at the silver raindrop trickling down his face. An escaped lunatic was the last thing she needed tonight.
“Well, I—I just need you to sign if you are Brittany Carter, then all these things I mentioned can be yours.”
“How kind, but I still need your name.”
“Morte.” His voice rumbled like distant thunder in his chest.
“Mort? How interesting. Short for Mortimer, or Mortmain, is it?”
He shrugged, his face dead as stone. The smile wasn’t a smile. “If you say so, lady.”
“Well, if you’ll just open the paper?”
She waited while he pulled the ends of the piece of paper apart. Screeds on it, in fancy rain-smeared lettering she could barely get her eyes in gear to decipher, stranger than the black symbols etched into his shaven head.
What were they? Crude attempts at reproducing crop circles? A problem with his barber? She screwed her eyes up tighter. She’d signed that mortgage with Sebastian without thinking after all. Now he kept defaulting. She couldn’t even get a credit card company to touch her. Shouldn’t she at least try to see, look knowledgeable, prevaricate? This might be an insurance disclaimer. He moved closer.
“Is there something wrong?”
She jerked up her head.
“Oh I—I—”
“Let me, ma’am.” He shrugged and turned around.
“I’m sorry?”
“You can sign it right there. Use my back as a desk.”
How obliging. More so than any man she’d ever met and she wanted to get to Sebastian’s tonight. Besides, she’d dreamed of this. What possible harm could there be? She tossed the cigarette aside, stepped forward, wedged the piece of paper between his soaking shoulder blades.
“All good wishes.” She scrawled in the wet creases. “‘To Mortimer, my only, I mean my number one fan, with love from Brittany Carter.’ How’s that? Now, if you don’t mind, I really must be getting on my way.”
“Not at all, Brittany. It’s very good of you to sign. Just . . . just remember what I said about choice. It’s important you choose wisely, do you understand?”
“Your car . . .”
He’d asked for her autograph and now she glanced down in the yellow light. That was quite a dent in the boot.
“Don’t worry about it.” A shrug of his expansive shoulders. “I won’t need it where I’m going.”
“Somewhere close at hand, is it? After all, you wouldn’t want to get wet in all this rain if there’s a problem with it.” Or cadge a lift. She dropped the pen back into her bag. “Now, talking rain, I really must go. But, so lovely to have met you, Mort. Take care of yourself, won’t you?”
She nearly shot out of her skin. Thunder clapped right above her head. The street lamps flickered. Sparks showered on the cobbled road inches from her toes so she’d done her damndest to stand there and muffle the shriek. Mort merely stared.
“You should go.”
“Yes.”
“Now.”
“I will. Don’t hang about yourself. Goodbye.”
She sloshed towards the car, relief and alarm coating her skin. Rab had fallen over and was sprawled across her seat. She shoved him upright, squeezed inside.
“There you are, Brit. What was all that about?”
She stuck a cigarette between her teeth. “Not that you were paying any attention, but it was a fan.”
“You?”
“Well, I do have some, darling.”
“Did I say you didn’t?”
“You didn’t have to.” She glanced in the mirror. “His name’s Mort and he wanted my autograph.”
So badly he was splayed on his knees kissing the paper in a dancing sea of rain, raising it heavenwards, the hem of his coat frothing in a perfect circle around him. The unlit cigarette dangled from her lower lip. Who needed a legion of fans when she’d one like this? She’d better be careful driving away. It would be terrible to run him over.
“Jesus!”
Rab’s yell split her eardrums. The bolt of lightning hadn’t just struck behind them. It had struck Mort. Her fan. Her only fan had flames licking all over his coat. And he knelt there, doing nothing. She must save him. She couldn’t lose her only fan. There would be no one to buy her next book.
“Quickly Rab, the extinguisher.” She raked under the seat. “Get the car rug. Hurry. Hurry. Phone 999.”
“Jeez, Brit, what the hell do you think I am? Superman?”
“Now. Now.”
She stumbled out, grabbed the extinguisher. Flames pooled at the hem of Mort’s outspread coat. They spread like golden butter up the coat itself while he sat with his eyes closed, his dark brows in a straight line, his lips too. The acrid smell of burning leather stung her nostrils. Fortunately her eyes didn’t water. She could see.
“Mort!”
Her unlit cigarette was still wedged between her teeth. It gave her something to bite down on as she took aim. Foam scooted in a frothy jet, spattering Mort’s rugged face, covering his eyelids like snow. “It’s fine, darling. I’ve got you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
Shock obviously did things to a person. It’d done things to Mort. He couldn’t see blackened, smoking holes punctured his coat and seared his flesh. He hadn’t even fallen over.
“Rab has phoned an ambulance.”
“That too.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You’ve interrupted a process here.”
She bit her lip, the cigarette along with it, scooshed more foam. “Well, if that’s your head going up in flames, I’m glad I did. Or you’d be crisped, darling. Now, just let me get that blanket for you.”
“Do you think that is going to solve anything? A goddamned blanket?”
She turned. The poor man. She shook the blanket out and tucked its soft folds around his shoulders before he got even more aggressive. At least it would be warm. Good for shock.
“There. Let’s just get this properly round you. That’s it. There. Till the ambulance gets here.”
His dark eyes, weary beyond ages held hers. “No. You don’t understand. This is about choices. You just made the wrong one.”
He saw her coming. If he’d known her effect he’d have walked away.
When it comes to doing it all, hard coated ‘wild child’ writer, Brittany Carter ticks every box. Having it all is a different thing though, what with her need to thwart an ex fiancé, and herself transported from the present to Georgian times. But then, so long as she can find her way back to her world of fame, and promised fortune, what’s there to worry about?
Georgian bad boy Mitchell Killgower is at the center of an inheritance dispute and he needs Brittany as his obedient, country mouse wife. Or rather he needs her like a hole in the head. In and out of his bed he’s never known a woman like her. A woman who can disappear and reappear like her either.
And when his coolly contained anarchist, who is anything but, learns how to return to her world and stay there, will And when his coolly contained anarchist, who is anything but, learns how to return to her world and remain, will having it all be enough, or does she underestimate him, and herself?
Well done…universal success well deserved.
Mike, 20 quid? Is that what we agreed?
That’ll just about cover a take-away ruby.
Ok Ok…make it 40 then xxxxxxxxxx Howszat x
Will you still talk to me when you’re a multi-millionaire?
LMAO…Oh if you talk to me when you are too, darling!!!!! x
Sharing, sharing, pre-ordered, sharing, sharing… I couldn’t be happier or more excited for you, Shey. It’s not just looking good, its looking terrific. xxxx
okay that means 50 quid to you doll AND a five star review which you was gittin anyhows xxxxxx
Wow! Wow! That is fabulous, Shey. Gives me tingles. Congrats!!! I am loving it.
My, my this is costing me plenty dear xxxxxx (Need to get the dudes on money laundering.) xxxxx
Love the title, cover, snippets, the dudes and the wee Russian mousey dude! Great start M’Darlin xxxx
M’Doll, thank you and I abso mean from the bottom of my heart thank you. I have had 4 different release dates for this book and now there is but a week to do things. So you have no idea how grateful I am for the reblog AND even better your kind words. xxxxx
Aww you’re very welcome Shey. I hope it takes off like a rocket, you deserve it xxx
Aw, you’re very kind as aye my darling. As aye. I thnk my day has been made quite nicely now xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Did you see how that word stupid got menshied?? Did just dawned on me. I think you and I need to do a whole thing on various versions of the word stupid xxxxx
Hahaha indeed I did – we could, couldn’t we! :0)
We have 3 versions already x
Hooked already! Can’t wait to get my copy. I;m going to love this!
Cat you are an angel. I been away all day busy so just catching up. Thank you. Thank you. xxxx
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Coming soon another Smexy Historical hot off the press release from Shehanne Moore.. guaranteed no hamstahs! Shssssh don’t tell them they bite! Well done Shey.. look forward to showcasing..
You are a soul Sally. I have had so many delays and holdups and really a week gives me not much time but the kindness of folks like yourself makes it easier to get out there and the hell with it. You are an angel And thank you for showcasing x
Always a pleasure Shey.. hugs xx
It’s just very very kind of you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hee hee… there is that one mention of hamsters in it. The heroine’s ex fiance kept hamsters….. You can see the thought has enraged the dudes. I feel he will be hamstah number one next post
Loved this, Shehanne and perhaps there might be a part for the hamsters? x
Ohhhhh, you have quite touched my heart and made my night. Truly. That is so kind of you. Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU. There is that mention of hamsters in the book. The heroine’s ex did keep them in cages in the spare bedroom and you can see how much that has enraged the dudes. But lol, maybe I should put this Time Mutants series aside and go for Hamstah Mutants instead?
lol i wonder what they would think of that? You’ll have to put it to them. x
Hmm? My next series I reckon. I mean if I don’t say yes they will eat me x
Yay! Congrats Shey on finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy getting the book out! Loved the trailer. Now I must catch up with reading your hot and smexy books. Lady Lazulli is approaching first! ❤ xoxo
Debby this is release date number 4. And I have not been able to organise much, indeed I was not doing it till I got that buy link. Anyway, I think the heroine’s ex Sebastian has made a straight in at number one entry on the dartboard as a hamster enemy. So you can breathe easy. We all can. Thank you for your kind words and all your support. Incy B was a great confidant and advisor on the trailer. I was not gonna make one. I really didn’t know with this book where to start and the choice of music was way down the list but hey, it sure did grow on me xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Well I love it! The music was fitting for the video. Hope there’s no more delays on the launch date 😦 And, so sad about Sebastian made #1 LOLLLLLLLLLLLL xoxoxo
I thought you would be glad to know you are no longer hamstah enemy number one. Lol, they are spitting fur and fury about Sebastian. (They will need to get behind Brittany for that mind you.) You’re a doll. I had originally planned on using Dance me To The End of Love. I wanted a dance piece because there’s a lot of dance imagery, especially in terms of how the hero views her and why he wants to keep his distance. There’s also a scene set in present day nightclub and a ball scene in the past. But although I know of a quite nice upbeat version of that song it was still too slow and I guess, when it comes to slow, I don’t do slow very well. xxx
Great news about your publication date and what an intriguing opening for the novel…. gets you wondering right from the word go, especially with all the clues… or maybe they’re red herrings. Talk about addictive!
Paul, I have had such a time with this. I started to feel I was in like hell as in the ancient world where I kept getting told a date then it was no. And it has left me so short for promo which was why I posted this and will have to shamelessly do more posts soon!!! Thank you, thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot to me. I decided in this book to explain how the time travel came about and I had to really think that one out as I never ever intended this to be a series but I was asked, so yeah there’s clues….. xxxxxx
Shey I’ll give you a hand.. I’ll post again to FB G+ a Twit. You deserves all the publicity in the world for being so patient with…
And the brilliant opening too… that is something that deserves to be shouted about! PXXXXX
Paul, how very kind of you. Seriously, thank you. Big hugs xxxxxxxxxxx
Awesome Shey!!!!! ❤ best of luck to you. The trailer stands out and I was so happy to listen to the song ypu have chosen for it too: La Cumparsita, tango by argetine Carlos Gardel… One of the best tangos ever.
I am sure you´ll rock it (or shoudl I say Tango it?, LOL) with the book, my friend. Love & best wishes!. 😀
It is indeed one of the best tangos ever. I love that music. I wanted dance music cos there’s a lot of dance imagery in the book and I looked at several ideas but none of them were fast enough, so although I had started out with them , I soon binned them. And of course you cannot beat the tango, which was why I decided right, that is the dance of love. Incy Black was great about looking it over and advising so the focus is on hero and heroine. You are a sweetheart. Thank you so much for your kind comment.. xxxxxxxx
Hallelujah, sweet cheeks! You deserve a complimentary retro advance for all you’ve endured. You know where to find me when you’re ready for your promo. Shared this across my pages, with great delight 🙂 Hugs to you and the dudes 💖
Tina my sweet friend, I don’t know what to say except thank you thank you. You are life saver and I am coming to nosey . The dudes of course are fizzing 9It’s Shey, it’s not us )xxxxxxxx
Most welcome, luv. Sending lots of good energy to the dudes to help them through this trying time 🙂 💖
Yeah.. I think they need it as we both know xxx (Cos…alas as we have discussed they will return x x x
She saw the silver raindrop trickling down his face; my favorite line. And the time she was searching for a pen to give the autograph I was literally screening everything before my eyes. Wonderful and loved this❤❤❤❤❤
Purva, my darling, you have totally made my day. Totally. Thank you for your kindess. I have quite a lot in terms of the release date for this book, but at least now it’s going I can breathe deep!!!! Thank you. xxxxxxxxxxx
Much love to you❤❤❤❤
Have a lovely weekend x
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That is wonderful news, Shey. I love your cover and the extracts are great. Hope you and the dudes have a lovely weekend.
Robbie , I think they may try And fail to make Sir Chocolate. Hide him I’d say. If not, deny all knowledge xx
I will definitely keep that in mind but you never know, their Sir Choc may be a great success.
I don’t think their Sir Choc will be anything like yours AND I do think that they will generally whine and bemoan that fact xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
How exciting, Shey!! The book cover is fantastic, as is the first Chapter you treated us to! So much greatness surrounds you xxoo
My darling, what surrounds me is them dudes and they have already chewed that cover for hamstah food xxxx But they might let me say xxxx x you cos BTo, they love you x
What?!!! No hamsters or mouse signings in Shey’s new book?! I can’t believe it dudes, not with you all being the stars of her blog an’ all… It’s an outrage! (Btw, congrats on the new upcoming release, shey!) Anyway, forget about her dudes, we got our own secret book in the making, and if that doesn’t work out, you’ll definitely be starring in Animal Tales 2! And then you can all say, IN YOUR FACE! 😀
Kev, I am not forgetting. Just been hammered by edits for this book and my other book. YEAH. It’s like all the buses coming at once after you waited a day. Also, I was given this release date last week. While I knew it was coming I couldn’t do anything as it was the 4th time I was given a release date. I did not want any more egg on my chin that way. So I am running around doing what I can now. In touch soon xxxx
Lol… No worries, Shey. I’m not trying to shake you up. I completely understand your edit/release date situations. All in your own time. 😉
I know you ain’t Kev. I just hates sitting on stuff xxxx
This looks terrific and very interesting. 🙂
Moushmi, You are terrifically kind xxxxxx I hope at least, that it is a wee bit different xxxxxxxxx Thank you so much for coming by and reading and your lovely comment Have a great day.
You too dear. 🙂
And you. My net crashed in spectacular fashion all day as I went to say that to you earlier but it is back now xxx
I know the hamstah dudes are disappointed. A shame I can’t bake, or I’d send them a baker’s dozen of carrot cupcakes for consolation.
That said, I’m super-stoked for your latest–weeee, what a first chapter, and I love how the cover pops with color! xxxxxxxxx
Well, they got their place I hope ( sure that is a quote from some book not mine. ) My Lady xxx x In every way xxxxx
Oh boy! :). I already started on another one of your works, Unraveling of Lady Fury.
Oh..that’s an early KA seriously xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Thank you. I personally applaud anyone who buys my books xxxxx (Then I go away and think ..oh dear…)
Dear Shey,
I can imagine how you feel! I only just recently published my first book of poetry. As of now, I am enjoying your lovely book.
Best wishes on your newest!!!
Ka
Ka , I do love your poems and if it is on Amazon I will get them. Also would you like to come by and visit the dudes? I am busy next few posts with this book BUT have no guest lined up right now as such? You are so welcome. They are always on the look out x
At last! I couldn’t wait any longer 🙂 You know how I love your books. The new book is thrilling and captivating from the start, and the only fault I can see it the sad absence of hamsters. It is probably too late to make improvements on this stage… Dudes, let’s think you are there in the story incognito. Whatever strange happens, you are behind it 😉
Congratulations Shey, you are a star! xxxx
Inese, I actually think crawling under a train to find you child is easier than this release. NOW, I must apologise that these improvements can’t be made as such BUT I am sure my next hero, or heroine WILL be a hamster. I mean there must be an amazon thingy for hamster romance. Being as they will be the only ones out there , they will rock that list..(Ahem) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx YOu are the star x
Oh it is a niche all right, you will be the first in the genre. xxxxxxxxxxx
LOL… I may also be the only one xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Love your post dear and thank you very much for sharing great news about your publication date
Kisses
Anita thank you xxxxxxxxxxx This is actually the fourth date I have had but there, one just smiles….. Have a lovely week. Finally Spring is here for us and I am heading off soon for a few days away.
you are very welcome dear
Have a very nice week too
Kisses
AW, Thank youxxxxx
Congratulations, Lady Shey! I’m on the road now, so this is just a quick note to tell you I’m reading the Writer and the Rake and enjoying it very much! It has everything I loved about the Viking and the Courtesan and more. Thank you for this literary treat 🙂 I hope to catch up with you and the dudes very soon 😉 xoxoxo
You are an angel. We have been away all weekend with no phone signal so just getting back in harness now. Thank YOU, seriously. You know how it is when you write a book. You have no idea if anyone will like it. If you will have to bribe folks to like it… So thank you from the bottom of my heart xxxxx
You’re very welcome, Lady Shey. I love the way your heroines spread chaos everywhere they go. I certainly enjoyed the ‘bath’ scene!
I totally know what it’s like wondering whether anyone will like your book. Dreading releasing my first full-length romance novel at the moment… for some reason it’s more scary than just releasing a short novella.
Well the bath scene in other rom novels probably would have been far sexier… I couldn’t resist the notion of her sitting there in this deep freezing bath, clothed trying to look the part when it was a part she never intended to play and she’s just done her back in leaping into the unexpected drop. I think we have all done things like the latter bit, you know misjudging something and trying to look as if you’re fine. And then of course Fleming is so self centered. He does not see the agony she is in but heaps on verbal torture. I think we have all been there with that too. Then there’s the crowning moment when Mitchell comes back and she’s now wrecked the bed. Sorry it is just the nut in me. Now listen to me , You are an excellent writer. I love your novellas and I for one will be rooting for a full length release. The things you do so well, the touches of fun and humor, the acute character observations, these will all translate to the big canvas so don’t be scared. Did you find a publisher or are you doing this yourself ?
Well, I’m glad you give your nutty side free reign when it comes to such scenes because they’re pure comic genius. The wrecked bed was indeed the icing on the cake!
Thanks for your support, my dear. My editor was really slow in getting to this manuscript, and when they finally emailed to ask if I still wanted them to read it at this point I just said no, I’d rather self-publish. I think I’m a control freak when it comes to this novel. I hope to have it ready to release by late May (fingers crossed).
Go for it. Know what?? Their careless loss. It just gets mah wee goat the way some publishers treat an author in their stable, it totally makes you feel like you are pantz and once you are with a house you should not be waiting and waiting for a yes or no. You can do this. And I want you over here on the blog with it. I also think that you’ve had the seal of approval from a publisher, so that’s fine. Box ticked. I think you are better to be in control especially of the release date. I do NOT get why publishers shoot authors in the foot re that. You will do very well taking control of your work. Honestly. Good on you. If I can help in any way do NOT hesitate.
I am afraid that nutty side just comes out. I let it cos I also think it does draw characters together a bit too. She’s trying to look normal, he’s thinking WTF? But I never set out to write things that way. I do mean to keep it serious….. xxx
Congratulations, Shey! I am so sorry you went through such hell to get to a “real” release date. But thank goodness it is available now. That must feel good even with the thousand and one things to do to promote the book. I purchased my copy. Unfortunately, it’ll be a few weeks before I can start reading it (I have several books lined up to read and write reviews for), but that will make the reading all the more enjoyable…anticipation! Hello to the Dudes. Great post
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PS: Nice trailer. Made me want to return to ballroom dancing lessons.
My darling, thank you so so so much. I mean that. It has been quite difficult to say the least to do anything for this book, You are so kind , please don’t worry about having a ton of books to read. I know how busy you are. You just might want to get back to the dancing too ! Glad you enjoyed that. I do love seeing the tango danced. It is such a dance. Love from the dudes. xxxxxxxxxxxx
Last time I visited you seemed like you were on Hiatus and I apologize profusely for missing this first chapter of your intriguing x o scintillating x o and sexy new book!! I like this world-weary book fan/ fanatic! Shehanne, so sorry but I do love your hamstahs, the Count and you! 💖
Oh don’t worry my special lady. It is always lovely to see you whatever. The fan is of course, not what he seems….. I love you special lady so don’t worry xxxxxxxxxxxx