Tuesday, 17 March 2009
...or at least, as clean as I ever get.
I don't know why I've been so shy of mentioning it before. Maybe because I had a bit of a premature celebration a few months back. I had this idea at the back of my mind that I might jinx myself if I said anything too soon, perhaps. The right moment never seemed to quite arrive. But now the darn thing is up on Amazon denials are futile - it is time for a confession (because I do love a good Confession).
So roll up for the grand unveiling of my Black Lace anthology, due for publication in December. It's a long way off, but seeing the cover has made it all surreally real.
A foxy bloke in a suit! One of my very favourite things! My only regret is that, as a fan of the distinctive nose, his is not in evidence. Nice knickers too! As a friend said to me, this is the kind of book cover she can whip out in the doctor's waiting room without giving any little old ladies heart attacks. Marvellous. I love being complicit in a bit of sneaky surgery smut-consumption.
So, cool cover. Now I have to make sure the contents live up to its promise. Hmmm.
Posted by Sekrit Shoppa at 02:50