I'm basically very shy and meeting people face to face and chatting doesn't come easily for me. Also it is ironically harder than one might think to come up with witty and personal one-liners to add along with one's name when signing. At least it is for me.
I sold 6 books and having read somewhere that if you sell 8 books at a signing that's considered good, I felt fairly happy with the way things went. It was a very fun day, Gena Feldman the owner of INDIDO SKY TRADING CO. hosted the event. What a gracious and kind person she is. In her shop she sells a myriad of antiques and collectables. Also dragon and fearie statues. My wish list grows longer every time I step into her shop.
It seems to be a rather long and wearisome road to fame and fortune. Yes, fame and fortune. Does that sound avaricious, greedy, cocky or all three? Well I can think of a lot of good things I could do with more money. And as far as fame, well I might be shy but I guess I'm darn proud of my books and wouldn't mind a few accolades now and again. Here's an excerpt from The Dragon and The Rose......
THE DRAGON AND THE ROSE:
A very romantic medieval adventure
set during the last days of true magic.
He was the Dragon of Normandy. She was the Rose of Flanders. They met in the North of England and together they changed the course of hearts and history.
Sir Branoc Valtaigne, ordered to Northumbria By King William II, fights to keep peace along the Scottish border. He is a formidable battle-tested warrior, but as he honors his vows to God, king, and country, a young woman’s smile proves to be his undoing.
Martanzia Verheire, tricked into standing as good faith hostage for
Flanders, seeks freedom from castle Bamburgh and love from Sir Branoc. As she clings to the Celtic dragon statue given to her by her mother, she leads them all to the brink of an era where true magic will be gone forever but where dreams can still come true.
God above how he wanted to taste all the sweetness she offered.
But Martanzia was a young lady of breeding, and destined for a nunnery. Surely she did not know what heathen longings she kindled in his belly and what pagan thoughts she inspired in his mind.
They intertwined so perfectly, and although layers of fabric separated their bodies and true desires, the softness of her breasts was remarkably evident, and he remembered laying his hand upon her there. That mind altering experience had nearly been both their undoing.
Last night it had taken all of the resolve he possessed to keep from picking her up and
carrying her away to his room to satisfy her curiosity and his need.
At the recollection, the embers of need flamed anew and he transferred his weight to one leg trying to alleviate the hurtful pleasure that laid low his ability to think clearly. The maneuver drew Martanzia closer, transporting him to a new plateau of desire. She sighed and the tremulous sound reverberated against his mouth. Did Martanzia want him as much as he wanted her?
Yes. He could feel it in her touch. That bit of knowledge pleased him beyond measure, even as it brought him to his senses. He pried her arms loose from around his
neck, eased her away from his body, and held her at bay. There was a hunger in Martanzia’s eyes and a quickening of her breath and she leaned forward as if to recapture his mouth. Reluctantly he released his hold on her and took a step back.
“Would it disturb you overmuch,” she asked, “if I were not here to vex you and disrupt your camp?”
The question took him by surprise. “More than you might know, lady,” he admitted under his breath. “More than you might know.”