Hey everyone, I want to introduce Lucinda Betts to you. You’ve already met Bonnie Edwards, and you know me And now you’re going to meet the third author of the PURE SEX anthology. That’s right, all three of us are together in the July Aphrodisia anthology. Whoo hooo!
So, Introducing Lucinda Betts!!!
Hey Partygoers,
I see Sasha has been entertaining everyone in the highest of style over the last few days. Cheers, Sasha! Thanks for the invite! I’m holing my bottle of Dos XX up for you to clink, complete with lime.
It dulls the pain.
I, Lucinda Betts, made my first sale a year ago this month. Kensington bought six manuscripts. Six! I thought I was the shit. THE shit. When my crit partner asked me if I was going to RT, I said, “Why would I? I already made my sales. I have an agent and an editor.”
Well, once again I’m embarrassed at being such a smartypants. My mother always warned me my cocky attitude would get me in trouble. And she’s right. Mothers usually are, damn it.
I wish I were at the RT!
Okay, I know I don’t need an editor or agent, but I’d sure love to meet my Aphrodisia Sisters, meet the other editors, see who the hotshots are. Who wouldn’t want to drink a margarita with Kate Douglas?
And then there’s the whole marketing thing. I should be meeting my potential fans.
But dejection and I aren’t real good friends. I found a way to drown my regret. I found two ways, actually.
First, I checked myself into the Montauk Yacht Club from Sunday until yesterday. (Which is my excuse for my rather rude sudden appearance—sorry I wasn’t adding to the blogs til now!) Day Spa. Heated Pool. World-class chef. The works. And let me tell you about the staff…yum. Jamiaca, mon. The legs, the accents. Yep. It eased the pain.
The second thing I did was meet all the other party animals here in cyberspace.
Hey! It’s great to meet you!
Clink.
Hey, better watch it. This tastes better without foam, but I appreciate the enthusiasm!
Speaking of enthusiasm, I hear Sasha wanted excerpts. Bonnie, you did a great job losing your excerpt virginity. Your captain seems mighty tasty, and poor Teri looks like she’s in desperate need of the manly equivalent of a banana split.
These days I’m not a virgin in any sense of the word. Except maybe lion taming. I haven’t tried that. No, in all seriousness, I’ve got excerpts up on my website. You can check them out at www.LucindaBetts.com.
But because I really am a festive girl, I’m putting something all new here on Sasha’s blog. It’s an excerpt from NIGHT SPELL, which comes out in September. Think magic and fantasy and dreams and dragons. Think tents and captors and thieves. Oh, and lots of healthy man flesh. And some lovely woman flesh, come to think of it. You switch hitters out there, and you know who you are, have found your author.
Enough teasing. Here’s the excerpt.
Oh! One more thing… (I do enjoy the teasing.) I have cover flats to give away from NIGHT SPELL and PURE SEX. And, PURE SEX is coming out next month, so…
So, how do you get a cover flat, or, if you can wait til the end of June, how do you get a copy of PURE SEX? Well, Bonnie Edwards and Stephanie Tyler are so very classy, wanting thoughtful answers to thoughtful questions.
Personally, I just want Stephanie’s SEAL. I hang out in way too many bars looking for him. (Cheers to you, Sasha! And all the great bartenders of the world!)
I am just to damn hungover to think of a thoughtful question, so here’s the deal. Tell me a joke. A good one. I want to tell it in a bar, halfway inebriated.
The three funniest jokers will get an autographed copy of NIGHT SPELL and PURE SEX cover flats. The gal that makes me laugh so hard that beer comes out of my nose gets an autographed copy of PURE SEX.
SWAK,
Lucinda
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