On Thursday night of the conference I attended the National Readers' Choice Award ceremony. I sat with my editor and three other Harlequin Mills & Boon editors. Very dream like they popped the cork on a bottle of champagne & toasted me prior to the ceremony. When they announced The Doctor's Pregnancy Bombshell's category, it took a few seconds for it to register that they'd said the name of my book, my name. Holy samolie. Ever have one of those moments where your face gets all hot and your ears roar? Well, that was me. Completely stunned, I looked at my editor and she gave me a big smile. I'm surprised I didn't trip or fall on the way to the stage. I mean, jelly legs weren't meant to be walked on. While willing my jelly legs to keep moving me forward, I realized I had nothing written down to say. Nothing. I hadn't ever even decided not to write an acceptance speech. To make that decision is to actually mentally weigh whether or not you have a chance of winning. I'd never even thought of it. Really. I think I thanked all the right people without uhm-ing too much. Maybe.
This is the US cover:
This is the UK cover:
I thought I had the French cover scanned in, but if so I've deleted it. It's actually a different cover than the one above.
With me is the gorgeous Harlequin Mills & Boon editor, Lucy Gilmour. Me with the award. My dear friend Kathleen Long says it looks like a tombstone...sort of does, actually. This is the lovely Harlequin Mills & Boon editor Sally Williamson, me, and my editor Lucy Gilmour at the Harlequin party.