Today is the official release date of my first historical romance, MISTRESS OF PLEASURE, and I have to say that it is finally sinking in. I actually sold a book. Gah! After trying to sell for close to 11 years, having written over 40 manuscripts and having collected over 200 rejection letters (one from my own editor…LOL), I have to say I thought this day would never come.
Then yesterday, while I was in Bend during my Labor day weekend getaway, I popped into the local Barnes and Noble. And holy bloody cow! There was my book. On the shelf! Only…eh…it wasn’t so gloriously displayed as you see here. This here is the AFTER photo.
My book was actually on the very bottom shelf, hidden away from sight and light. I know it’s naughty, people, but COME ON. LOL. Anyway, I dug the poor thing out and was surprised to find there was only one. When they had earlier told me they had five. Hm. And what was worse, the loner was improperly alphabetized. So I was on the bottom because of a mistake, when in fact, I should have been on top (naturally). So I walked over to the customer service desk, introduced myself and politely asked, “Where are the rest of my books?” The gal and I spent the next 15 minutes hunting for a needle in a haystack. Quite literally. The gal was amazingly lovely throughout the whole hunt and kept repeating, “It should be here somewhere.” Which was reassuring. We eventually found them (yay!). It wasn’t that I my book was naughty (although…), the rest of my stash simply hadn’t been shelved and were still sitting in the back awaiting attention. Fortunately, I had come into the store or who knows what sad fate those poor things would have met… The exciting part, in the end (aside from seeing my book and holding it while standing in a bookstore) was not only being able to sign that stash of books and re-arrange them to receive the star treatment they truly deserved, but I found out that one of my books had already been put on reserve! Now THAT is what a writer’s journey into a bookstore should be like.