Must cease blogging in favor of finishing manuscript. I'd wanted to write about Don't Tempt Me, and write more about Bound by Your Touch, but I will have to defer those thoughts.
Except to say that the wedding-night scene in Don't Tempt me made me squirm, and not in a good way! And I say this as a full-on Loretta Chase fan!
The Madness of Lord Ian McKenzie came in on my library account, and I had to put it right back in the mechanical chute. (Cutting-edge in its technology, our downtown library.) I've put Pam Rosenthal's Rita-winning The Edge of Impropriety on hold, but made the hold dormant until some time in September. Just got an e-mail notification that Written on Your Skin is waiting for me, and... I can't pass that one up. (Damn you, Meredith Duran! I will read it only in those moments where for whatever reason it's not possible for me to be writing.)
What I want to remember about winning the contest: 1) the instant, the surreal instant, in which that slide came up with my name on it, a second or two before the announcer read it out loud. 2) the idea of some one person reading all eight finalist entries and saying, "This one. This is the one I pick." 3) And everything else, of course.
Enough! Back to work!