Archive for February, 2011

Here Come the Winners!

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

groomformal The 4th Annual Here Come the Grooms! contest is over.

The winners are:

Desere from South Africa

Mik from Michigan

Kelly from Canada

Congratulations to all three of the winners!  And thank you so much to everyone who entered.

We had lots of entries this year. George and Fayad and Pietro were suitably impressed – and delighted to have met all of you. 

Liz Fielding and Kate Walker and I hope to be back next year with another Here Come the Grooms! contest – provided we can find suitable grooms!

In the meantime, please do stop by to visit. We’d love to have you come by again – and again.

Whew! Book Accepted!

Monday, February 7th, 2011

Nikolaswordle Way back when I wrote a book about Nick and Edie and I sent it in.

It is my Santa Barbara book.  It began at Demetrios and Anny’s wedding, at the end of The Virgin’s Proposition, with a single night that changed my hero’s and heroine’s world — and it moved from the tiny European almost fairy-tale kingdom of Mont Chamion to real life Santa Barbara, California. 

The heroine is actress Mona Tremayne’s daughter Edie, the hero, Demetrios’s cousin, Nicolas.  I knew pretty much exactly what was going to happen in their story right from the start.  And it did, though admittedly, given the chaos of life last year, it took a while to do so.  But it finally got written. And eventually I sent it off.

A couple of weeks later, my editor sent it back with some suggestions, things for me to think about and incorporate.  Or not.

I thought about them. And I started to revise the book.

And the more I read of the book over, the more I thought, this could be a lot better if only . . . and then I tore more apart and wrote new stuff.

Not essentially different stuff, but tighter stuff, stronger stuff, better stuff. Because now, among other things, I knew my characters better.  And they trusted me.

Edie, in fact, trusted me enough to finally tell me something that, if I were a less magnanimous kind benevolent sort of person, I’d have happily strangled her for not telling me before!  It did not amuse me to discover she hadn’t bothered to mention her first marriage and her dead husband. 

It is not, I told her, the sort of thing you don’t mention to the writer who is trying to get your story in print.

She apologized. She said she did not want to depress me.

said, thank you very much. But having to rewrite your book is quite depressing enough. If you had bothered to mention it, perhaps I would not be spending Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Years and, for heaven’s sake, even Groundhog Day, writing what is essentially a whole new book.

Oops, she said.  And then she brought me a cup of tea and offered to type it for me.

So Friday I sent it in, and Monday my editor said she loved it. Whew.  They are going in the schedule, and they will be out in UK in October as a Mills & Boon Modern – Nick and Edie and Edie’s dead first husband.  I’ll post the title as soon as it’s firm.  They don’t have a pub date that I know of in the US, yet. But when they do, you’ll be the second to know.

Now, on to Yiannis.groomformal

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Don’t forget to check out the contest page and answer the questions to be in the drawing to win a copy of Hired by her Husband and two other great books by Kate Walker and Liz Fielding.  You’ve got a week left!

Not Exactly a Groom

Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011

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Hi. 

George here.

Anne told you that I’d be along this week on account of my book being out — and her having to work on my cousin Nick’s.   Seemed like a good idea to me.

She says she and Kate and Liz are doing a Here Come the Grooms! contest, which they do every February to celebrate their books — and us grooms.

Except . . . I’m not exactly a groom.

I was a groom — about four and a half years ago.  That’s when I married Sophy.  So you’d think that we’d be an old married couple by sophy1 now.

You’d think . . .

But not long after Lily was born (Lily is our daughter) something happened.  I didn’t even know what it was — one day I thought things were fine, and the next she was furious and crying and telling me she didn’t need me to do my duty and she was damned if she was going to allow herself to be considered my responsibility — and a whole lot of other emotional claptrap.

I was floored.

I tried to make her see sense.  Sophy doesn’t do sense. Well, no, that’s not true. She’s usually the most sensible, amazing, wonderful woman in the world. But not that day.

Then — just like that — she was gone.

And I couldn’t go after her.

Lily I know you’ll ask why. You’ll think I should have moved heaven and earth — and maybe I should have.  Except there was a tiny bit (a damn tiny bit) of truth to what she said — about duty and responsibility and getting married for the wrong reasons. Yeah, she said that, too.

And I thought she probably had come to her senses, realized she’d done the wrong thing — married the wrong guy.

So . . . I let her go.  Then.

But now — now I’m damned if I’m letting her out of my sight again.  And yeah, so what if the only reason she came back is that I got hit by a truck?

If it got Sophy back here — even for a day — well, it was a price worth paying. Or it will be if I can convince her to give us another chance.