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Another book has been accepted!

I got the good news yesterday that SirenBookstrand has accepted another book. SHI Guy will be coming out in February, 2012. I spent yesterday evening doing my “happy dance” which strongly resembles my daughter’s “gotta pee” dance. My husband was thrilled for me. I wonder if he’s realized it means he’ll be doing more laundry?

In other news, I’ve put together a book trailer video for Be With Us. It will be available shortly.

I need to thank all the Sirenistas (SirenBookstrand) authors, for all their support and advice. It’s, as the commercial says, priceless.

Can I blame it on writer’s brain?

Lately, I’ve been so caught up in promotionsĀ and working on my next book that I’ve become forgetful. I misplace things, forget the time of day (I’ve been answering the phone at my day job with a cheery good morning when it’s 5:00 p.m.) and have even gone so far as to leave my bag atĀ a birthday party. My wonderful, absolutely awesome husband saved me when he drove 40 minutes each way so I could have my wallet and keys for the next day.

Now, I remember when I was pregnant and suffering from a spotty memory. My doctor told me not to worry, it was just baby brain. It would go away. And it did.

So now I wonder if I can blame my spotty memory on writer’s brain? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my cell phone.

How to tell…

I kept quiet for a long time about my ambition to become a published author. The only people who knew about my goal were my husband, my mom and two friends, Lori and Julie. What if I didn’t accomplish my goal? What if no one ever like my books enough to publish them?

When my first book Be With Us, was accepted by SirenBookstrand, I was over the moon but now I had a new problem. How did I tell everyone in my life that I wrote erotic fiction? How could I look my father in the eye and say the word “menage”? How could I look my in-laws in the face and casually mention that I wrote dirty books?

I finally just spit it out. I left it at “adult fiction” with my dad, although I’m pretty sure he could tell by my flaming face exactly what was so “adult” about the fiction. He’s very proud of me but I don’t think he’ll ever be ready to read anything his precious baby girl has written.

I brought up the subject with my in-laws not long after. I figured that if I could tell my father, I could tell anyone. When it came time to tell them what subject I’d written about, I told them that anyone who read my book would think my husband to be a very happy man.

Regardless of the subject, everyone has been so supportive of my achievement and my family has been my greatest cheerleaders. I’m not sure why I was ever reluctant to tell them.

But I still don’t want to know when my family reads my books. Let’s leave me with some illusions, shall we?