Blessed by the Cover Fairy

Hallelujah. After Polyester Shirt Man, and Bouffant Neanderthal Car Mechanic, at last I have some gorgeous cover totty.

My advance copies of Olivier and Bella's story arrived yesterday. I think I'm in love.

Flying By

Am having One Of Those Weeks, so am just dropping in to say a very quick hello and apologise to the five squillion people to whom I owe emails, phonecalls (and money, but I hope that’s just school and I like to think the dinner money lady doesn’t read this...) It’s Daughter #3’s birthday on Monday, so half my mind is taken up with shopping/wrapping/planning party bags, while the other half is very much occupied by Olivier. I’m giving the book the final once over this week—checking for continuity errors and badly constructed sentences, and tweaking the sex scenes. (Is 'tweaking' the right word? Perhaps caressing would be more appropriate...? ) It’s a very different book from the one I intended to write, in which Olivier was going to be cold, cold, cold... Of course, he is on the surface, but I should have known when this song crept into my head and became the ‘anthem’ for the book that it wasn’t going to turn out the way I’d planned.

Talking of which, I’m still very much hoping to set up a jukebox type playlist on the website with the songs for each book. For me, they’re such a vital part of the writing process that it seems only right to share them, somehow. That’s one of the many jobs I have lined up for next week, along with catching up on emails, finding something to wear for the lovely sparkly Mills&Boon Centenary cocktail party, losing half a stone and sorting out World Peace.