I spent much of the weekend with butterflies in my stomach. Why? Because I just wrapped up the ARC (Advance Reader Copy) of the first book in a brand new trilogy that is launching in September.
Over a hundred published books under my belt, and still I’ve got those New Book Butterflies. Apparently, it never stops.
The thing is, it really doesn’t ever stop. Those butterflies are persistent little buggers, and they show up for each and every book I write. Sometimes, though, they’re not small, lazy little things. Sometimes it’s a hoard of bat-sized butterflies.
In this case, the butterflies are about the size of pterodactyls.
I love all by books and all my characters, but some books just have more riding on them, for whatever reason. My very first book, Nobody Does It Better, published twenty years ago by Harlequin Temptation had me more nervous than the first time I appeared in court to argue a summary judgment motion for my client. (Probably proving that, yes, leaving law to write full time was the right decision.)
ICYMI, I talk about About the Hazards of Writing Sexy Books in my most recent column over at Frolic! Head on over and check it out!