This weekend I joined thirteen other writers for the Bold Strokes Book festival.
That means I belong in that category, and that’s a surreal feeling.
I’ve published a respectable number of non-respectable stories (nearly all erotica). In fact, I have two coming out this month, in the anthologies Order Up, and Me and My Boi. I’ll be doing blogs for both of those.
This weekend was different. This time, I read from my very own novel. As in, a whole book with my name on the cover.
It was terrifying.
And it wasn’t helped by the fact that it was a sex panel, nor that I’d lost my voice.
But I got through it without vomiting or turning my usual shade of apple red. And I’m glad I did. It was freeing, in a way, and really great to have readers ask when they can buy it. Being on the other side of the panel isn’t as scary as I thought it would be.
Fury’s Bridge is available for ebook pre-order now, and comes out officially in early 2017. Boldstrokesbooks.com