Happy Wednesday, folks! I am a headless chicken this week. Write! Research! Christmas! Blog! Newsletter! Promo! Bleaaaagh!
But I’m a cheerful chicken. Serena Bell (who is my first reader of pretty much everything, as well as my own Personal Neurosis Sponge) and my agent, Emily, both love the first draft of the naked beekeeper book (except that pesky last 25 percent, which sucks and needs and overhaul, but that’s okay because I knew that already and they helped me figure out what to do), so whee!
I seem to have stumbled into the Land of Writing Unusual Romance Heroes by Accident again, which, yes. I keep doing this. This guy isn’t unusual because he’s a beekeeper — I already knew that part was weird — but because he’s angry, and his anger is presented as an actual problem rather than an adorable male prerogative. Tricksy. But I’m hopeful I can iron it all out and you guys will love him even though he occasionally leaks rage all over the place.
And now I’m thinking about the Hulk. He was lovable, right? At least in the Mark Ruffalo version…
In other news, we’re running a Goodreads giveaway for print copies of Naughty and Nice. There are 50 up for grabs, and the giveaway only runs for a week. I’d say your odds are excellent, so if you’d like a little spicy holiday happiness under the tree, throw your name in the hat!
Okay, on to this week’s book. I’ve never done this before, but I’m going to recommend a book I haven’t finished yet. I am confident this won’t come back to bite me in the butt, because the first 25 percent of Juliet Rosetti’s The Escape Diaries is so funny and enjoyable that even if the last 75 percent of it totally stinks, I will have gotten my money’s worth from the first quarter.
Here’s the blurb—
Wrongly convicted of killing her philandering husband, Mazie Maguire is three years into her life sentence when fate intervenes—in the form of a tornado. Just like that, she’s on the other side of the fence, running through swamps and cornfields, big box stores and suburban subdivisions. Hoping to find out who really murdered her husband, Mazie must stay a few steps ahead of both the law and her mother-in-law, who would like nothing better than to personally administer Mazie the death penalty via lethal snickerdoodle. With the Feds in hot pursuit and the national media hyping her story, Mazie stumbles upon a vast political conspiracy and a man who might just be worth a conjugal visit—if she survives.
The Escape Diaries is not precisely a romance — at least not at the point in the book I have reached. At twenty-five percent, the guy who might eventually someday be the hero (but I’m guessing not in this book — this is apparently going to be an ongoing series) has only been on the page for about 17 seconds. But read it anyway, because IT IS SO GREAT I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING. The writing is SMART and FUNNY and I really need to stop with the capital letters, but I CAN’T.
This is Juliet Rosetti’s debut, and I strongly encourage you to give the book a try. It’s only three bucks. What do you have to lose? (Answer: ALL MY LOVE, if you don’t buy it.)