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I’ve got mail

One of the best things about this writing business is getting boxes of books through the post. Who doesn’t like getting parcels, and filled with books. What could be better.

Oh yes, getting a parcel filled with books with my name on them!

These turned up today completely out of the blue which makes it doubly exciting because I wasn’t expecting any.

I reckon he would have given Hugh a run for his money.
I reckon he would have given Hugh a run for his money.

I secretly wanted a brooding hero on my cover so Zachary Black is the next best thing. Later I’m going to prop the books up next to each other and make him and Aline talk to each other.

I know I have blog readers in Australia (hello, I love your country, haven’t been for years)so if you’ve seen this on the shelves I’d love you to let me know. If you’ve bought it, even more so.

Amazon delivery issues and alternative places to buy – a story with a moral!

An update on this post. Apparently Amazon had a slight hitch with the ordering data so didn’t order enough copies (I guess that means Richard Armitage didn’t buy them all up after all).

They have now resolved this so should be able to dispatch copies soon. Thank you to everyone who has been patiently waiting to read it. I hope you think it’s worth the wait!

Quite a lot of people have told me they’re having problems getting hold of Falling for Her Captor from Amazon UK. I’m not sure what has happened but it’s currently showing a delivery date of 7-11 days which is hugely frustrating for me. I’d love to think it is because the book has been so popular beyond even Harlequin’s wildest dreams that they’ve had to do a second edition but I’d also like to think it is because Richard Armitage loves it so much he’s bought the job lot so no one else can turn it into a film before he gets the chance. But I digress…

Fortunately there are some online sellers that have copies available.

http://www.bookdepository.com/Falling-for…/9780263909890 (with free delivery worldwide)

http://www.hive.co.uk/book/falling-for-her-captor/19149298/

http://www.millsandboon.co.uk/falling-for-her-captor

The Hive in particular is great as they give a percentage of the sale to local and independent bookshops. This is fabulous as we all need local bookshops and they probably pay tax.

So, huge online retailer with dodgy tax issues 0. Indie sellers 1.

I think we can all learn something there.

On deliveries- expected and unexpected.

On Wednesday my book is finally released. I’m finally going to let my baby wander out into the world and keep my fingers crossed that people like it (all reviews welcomed- Goodreads and Amazon. If you like it tell me, if you don’t, then feel free to lie…) It’s been a long road and for a long time I never thought my pet project would get anywhere other than my laptop and an audience on Wattpad who left me great comments (thanks guys, you kept me going).

The date is doubly sweet for me because it’s also my son’s birthday.

This time nine years ago I wasn’t expecting to give birth. The fact that my waters broke on 30th September, five weeks early, was a complete shock. I hadn’t even finished work to start my maternity leave but, having decided not to go out on what would have been my last night out with the staff at my school, I unexpectedly went into labour.

I gave birth to Alexander early on the morning of October 1st. He wasn’t well. His lungs didn’t work but he had hair and fully formed fingernails- go figure how we’ve evolved to prioritise that! He spent ten days in SCBU being looked after by wonderful staff while I stayed in hospital, in shock, and tried to get my head round the fact I was now a mother. I learned the joys of the milking machine, how to get a premature baby to latch on, and just how far a boy baby can wee through the holes in the side of an incubator.

Eventually the hospital decided he was out of danger and let us go home and the learning curve began. For a long time I was just a mum. I tried to survive on no sleep. I had another baby -19 months later and planned -what WAS I thinking???, moved house and settled into a routine of toddler groups, mediocre housewifery and getting through the day. My son has Asperger’s (so does my daughter but she doesn’t yet have the all important piece of paper to prove it). He’s amazingly funny, loves 1970s synth pop, Lego and Minecraft, all of which are beyond me. He took ages to learn to ride a bike and is still rubbish at trying his shoelaces. He’s pedantic and literal but he is also extremely bright and tries hard to face the world that he doesn’t really ‘get’. He loves stories and one day I promise I really will write the one about the crocodiles down the toilet. I can’t believe he’s 9. He’s nearly as tall as I am!

Eventually I went back to work part time, found myself again amid the Playdough and fruit puree (Hey! People want to talk to me! Some of them even seem to like me!) and started to want to think about things again.

So I thought of a story. I don’t even remembered when or how it started but gradually it developed into a workable manuscript and that rest of that tale I’ve already blogged about. A lot of the people who were with me for the birth of my children also held my hand virtually through SYTYCW and right the way up to publication and to them I owe huge thanks that all the in-jokes, silly posts and Benedict Cumberbatch as an otter gifs can’t repay.

I’m posting this now because on Wednesday I’ll be doing my best to keep an eye on both of my creations. I hope people love the story and want to read more. I hope the book sells and gets glowing reviews.

Whatever happens, me and my boy will be going for cake.

Becoming a reality

For once I didn''t mind when the kids interrupted my shower to tell me someone was at the door.
For once I didn”t mind when the kids interrupted my shower to tell me someone was at the door.

In front of me on the table is a box of books. Six North American copies of my book (which from what I can see refers to me as a mom not mum). Mine. Which I wrote. As I write these words I can’t stop grinning.

The kids dragged me out of the shower to answer the door this morning (they’re well trained not to answer it themselves but to scream ‘mum’s coming’ through the letterbox). We’re packing to go on a marathon camping trip round France and Spain and have been buying all sorts of random things that have been arriving daily so I took delivery and was about to stick the box on the sofa and get back in the shower before the washing machine kicked in and stole the hot water. Then I spotted the red logo. I’ve already had my monthly delivery (which isn’t a euphemism) so surely it couldn’t be…

Picture the dignified scene of the new author wrapped in a towel and frantically ripping open parcel tape while shampoo drips onto the hall floor if you like. There, isn’t that pretty, aren’t you glad you did? Now picture the squeals prompting two children to barely glance up from their Lego and Loom Bands (yes, we’re stuck with them too) and shrug at Mum making a fuss again.

“Look, my book!”

*grunt*

“My book! Cease your play and come marvel, my offspring.”

“Very nice. I like her dress,” says my daughter. “Can I read it?”

Errr. Maybe when you’re 25. Or 40. Certainly not seven, however good at blending phonemes you are.

So. Six books now. Another box of UK copies to come. Better find a very high shelf because she’s got that look in her eye and I don’t want to be responsible for what gets passed round the playground come September 3rd!

Seriously though, I will be sending out review copies so if you’re reading this and you have a blog, book group or Goodreads account and you’d like me to send you one drop me a line.