That’s how long it takes for me to lose the rosy glow when I press send on a ms – because I’m into the next book before I know what’s hit me.
My latest book went off am today, coupled with the certain knowledge that I need to inject some better ‘time management’ into my life.

Why is it that I wait until I’m bashing into the deadline wall before I get a head of steam up? If only I spread the work out…

‘If only’ – the fertilizer of the author’s imagination

Next time…

I’m rather pleased that my ’spooky’ Presents, ‘Ruthless Boss, Dream Baby’, set partly in the land of dreams, is going to be entitled, ‘Gray Quinn’s Baby’ in the US.
I love this alternative title, and Gray is such a hottie he should get his name on the cover. Now we need the cover model to be a hunk too…

This weekend it’s the Cartier Polo event at Smith’s Lawn Windsor and as I’m being ‘dragged along’ (euphemism for ‘try and stop me’) to the China White tent afterwards I should be able to give you a full report on those hard-muscled thighs I like to write about, in the greatest detail –
Oh, well, if I must…

Happy Days!

Sxx