Summer is slow in the book world. Both as a blogger and an author. Kristi is busy running a huge summer camp (she’s a rock star like that) and I’m busy writing and going to signings. So we’ve been slacking. But I still have so many things to give away from my trip to Europe with Jana Aston so I can manage one post a week I think! Last week I gave away a Harrod’s Prize Pack, and congrats to Maureen for winning that! You’ve been emailed!
So this week I’ve got some more pics – this time our brief trip to the Louvre. That place was so big I felt a little (OK a lot!) overwhelmed. I’ve been to the British Museum before this trip, so when I went back I knew exactly what I wanted to see. Mostly the Ancient Near-East stuff that I researched so heavily for my Junco SF series. But the Louvre was brand new. And we knew we wanted to see Mona most of all (and the gift shops!) so we went hunting for her immediately.
We got a little lost though. And distracted by all the beautiful art. But we figured we’d follow the crowd and so we did. And promptly ended up at Winged Victory instead of Mona Lisa! No matter, I was stuck dumb by how big and beautiful it was. So happy accident. But we did finally make it to Mona and there wasn’t as big of a crowd as I expected because I got right up front (though a little to the right) and snapped some pics. That was last week’s pic. But then I backed up because I wanted you to see how they have it displayed. A big semi-circle of space in front with armed guards. In fact, while there we saw quite a few soldiers with very big guns at the ready.
The French take their artwork seriously. (Which they should)
Paris was incredible and even though people say they are rude and refuse to speak English to you, we did not have that experience at all. They were very nice at our hotel and all but a few agreed to speak to us in English. So thank you to France for being so welcoming!
Well, I’ve got a cool giveaway in honor of bumping into Winged Victory. A whole pack of stuff with her beautiful figure on it. Plus some pantie drawer sachets and a little change purse. Scroll down for the giveaway.
And if you haven’t heard, SEXY is up for pre-order. In honor of that, I’ve got a little teaser for you, because I’m so damned excited about Fletcher Novak, I can’t stand it. He’s so awesome. And he will surprise you at every turn. Yes, Fletch is a male stripper, but he’s so, so much more. Enjoy!
What’s Coming Next?
SEXY – A brand new standalone novel
“It feels like cheating, Fletch.”
Not everyone calls me Fletch but all the girls I work with eventually do. They see me as a friend. Someone on their side. A confidant. They share their inner most secrets and I listen attentively. I’m there to wipe tears when they need it. I hold hands, dish out high praise, and cheer loudly when they win.
And they always win. Because I’m a winner and everyone I take under my wing is a reflection of me.
“Catie, listen to me, sweetie. OK?” I place a fingertip under her chin and and make that sad face meet my gaze. She’s been destroyed by an asshole and today is the day her inner asshole overtakes all the years of praise and happiness and beats her down. She thinks it’s her fault he’s not into her. That she wasn’t enough. But the truth I hammer home is that he’s not good enough for her. This is my job. I take these women at their lowest and build them back up. And luckily she met me a few months ago through a mutual fiend. Luckily I’m here to take that sting of defeat away and turn it into whatever it is she thinks she wants.
“I’m not just a player, Catie, I’m a professional. And for the right price I’ll guarantee you a win. You want Mr. Let-me-lick-your-abs to lick you back? I’m the chess piece. You wish Mr. Corporate-money-bags would buy you bling? I’ll put him on the game board. You need Mr. String-you-along to get strung-up with jealousy? We’ll pass go together baby, and he’ll never know what hit him. Think about it. A guaranteed win.”
“I’m just not sure he’s worth it.”
“Him? Jesus fucking Christ, no, Catie. Not him. He’s an asshole. We’re talking someone brand new, OK? Anyone you want can be yours… If you sign the contract.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out, still undecided.
“I can do it,” I tell her. “I can change your life, make your dreams come true, and he’ll never even know he was played. But it all comes at a price. Because sexy doesn’t sell, sweetie. It’s for sale.”
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