A book release is kind of like giving birth.
I know it sounds cliche, but that's the way it feels to me. I'm so happy that LUCKY'S LADY seems to be very well-received so far. And for that I am thankful to a lot of people--first of which is my fantastic editor, Gail Shelton; the best betas evah! (Rosetta, Mary, Janet, and Melinda); a great cover artist, Kim Killion; the team of proofreaders at Proofreading by the Page; my formatter, Natalie at Clear Skies Author Services; my assistant, Ashley, and my husband, and daughters. I couldn't do it without them.
So, LUCKY'S LADY isn't even out one week and I've already had the questions "What's next? Marcus' book?" And my answer is no. Marcus' book is after the girls' book. It's just been planned that way. The three little girls christened at the end of Already His are getting their book first because... well, because I'm just obsessively chronological like that.
This book is WHAT THE FATES DECREE. My three girls are the fates. These are the three baby girls who do everything together. Including getting married. I'm having fun with this story. The only thing I will give away is that the engaged couple at the beginning don't marry each other, because they've already fallen in love with someone else. They just needed some maternal spurring in the right direction to open their eyes to a big mistake before it happens.
And I will reveal one more secret... Marcus meets the mother of his daughter at the engagement ball. I'm not telling you WHICH engagement ball either!
That's it. Nothing else. No mas.
And finally, because we had a Princess born today, I'm going to post a picture of my puppies! (You knew that was coming, right?) This is Attila and Boudicca playing in my office while I work. I could take this picture every single night and it would be the same. Because they play right next to my chair. Only the toys are different. For the most part I've learned to ignore their growling, yelping and singing. It's when they hit my chair or desk that's irritating. I've learned to keep a squirt bottle on the desk next to me. Wanna know how to stop a pair of Dobermans from fighting? Point the squirt bottle at them. Honest! :-D