Or how to rewrite a novel in three weeks while fitting in a trip to New York (with two kids and a husband), a birthday party and your first day job in an office for ten years... I seriously would not recommend it if you don't want to turn your hair white... Still, it's over now, I'm out the other side and my fourth book has gone to the copy-editors with the title Pleasure, Pregnancy and a Proposition - which pretty much sums up my wonderful story (but not the process of writing it which was more like Agony, Angst and a major case of Apoplexy). It'll be out in the UK in November (I think) and hopefully in the US eventually too - and when I see it on the shelves that frantic subbing on the plane, in an airport lounge, in a hotel room (with Spongebob blazing on the telly) and in an office on my lunch hour will all have been worth it. Anyway, after all the glamour of the RITA nomination it certainly brought me back down to earth with a bang. Whatever happens, you're only as good as your next book — and for me at least they ain't getting any easier to write.
My third book, The Tycoon's Very Personal Assistant has popped up with a fabulous cover on Amazon which I am posting here and which I absolutely love. (It's out in July in the UK and Sept in the US). My hero's dark, my heroine's fair and they've even managed to fit in the red convertible that they whizz round Big Sur in. They look like they're in some Italian piazza when they're supposed to be in Las Vegas, but hey. haven't they got a pastiche of everywhere in Vegas, so I'm not complaining. Totally cool cover, when all's said and done, so I'm feeling all positive and rosy at the moment.
Now all I've got to do is come up with another idea before my next contract deadline in July. Oh crap... My mind's just gone blank.
