No freakin' way!

Okay, so--had the most surreal morning. And I do mean SURREAL.

I've been working on proposal number two for my agent to keep busy while proposal number 1 is out and about. It just went out recently, and being the patient girl I am, I truly don't expect to hear anything until like next millennium. Cuz, well, it is a DAKOTA book. LMAO. I have to tell you, I don't know how it even got out when I think it's so preposterous that I even consider stringing a whole sentence together. Don't you agree? LOLLOL

Anyhoodles, I ask my agent if she thinks I should gear it toward mainstream or erotica. Cuz ya know, I began in erotic and I can do the naughty. However, I can tone down the girly bits ect in a mainstream. So she e-mails me back and says mainstream fer sure. I say okey-doke and then I tell her, if I don't hear from ya before the holidays--you have a good one.

Sooooo, she e-mails back and says--Oh, I think you'll hear from me before then--I think I'll have some wonderful, wonderful news for you.

Sooooooo--I say, HUH? Talk to me. I'm thinking maybe Jerry Springer wants me to like make an appearance on his show about divorced moms turned erotic romance writers or something caaa-razy like that.

Five seconds later--the phone rings--I look at my caller ID--it's my agent. I don't know that I'm clearly thinking at this point (hush!) and all I can think is, I must've done something BAD. I know she said wonderful, but that word eludes me as I press the talk button. I just know I'm in deep kim-chee.

Like way bad kimchee--cuz she's calling ME. I run through a million heinous cyber acts in my mind. Did I insult someone? did I send a mean e-mail? Have I caused a flame war and I'm now being called to task? LOLLOL

Er, no.

It was about a two book deal with Berkley. They like me.

yeah, I know--that's what I'm thinking--CAAAAA-RAZY right?

But I swear, it's all true and she said I could tell anyone I wanted to.

So, after much screaming--jumping up and down--crying--telling my agent I'd give her the biggest, fattest sloppiest kiss evah if she were here--I'm still in shock.

So there are thanks in order here-to many, many people.

First, Rob--who knows how to think up a KILLA title and has supported me in more ways than I can count this year. You rock, babe :)

My agent-Deidre Knight--who played Santa Claus for me today and squueeeed right along with me. She believed in my zaniness and always, I'll be grateful for that.

My crit partners, plot partners, test readers and just in general some awesome friends. Maura, Erin, Jaynie, Michelle, Isy, Renee, Elisa, AQ, Sheri, Kira. You dudes don't know how much it's meant to me to know you believed in me and were willing to read my book :)

Some of my biggest supporters--Angela Knight (see? I told you I knew her. LOLLOL), Kate Douglas, Cassie Walder, Treva Harte, Diane Whiteside, MT, Doreen, Shelby Morgan, Morgan Hawke, Sahara Kelly, Ann Jacobs, Shells Bells. You've been good friends to me over the last two years and your advice, friendship and love are things I hold very dear :)

And Jaci Burton--who explained what the hell a proposal is to me. Cuz, ya know, I'm all writer non-savvy. LOLLOL. You RULE :)

And of course the people who read my books. There is a certain sort of validation for me knowing folks have laughed when they read a book of mine. When I get an e-mail that says, you cracked me up--thanks. Or when I get a review that says my characters were hilarious--well, it only makes me want to make more people smile. I'm not in this to do much more than entertain you. I want you to giggle, find the funny along with me. Enjoy a few moments of wacky with your beverage of choice.

That I'll now be able to do that with The Accidental Werewolf and it's sequel--well, color me tickled all sorts a pink :)

Love,
DC :)