The the fuss and bother I've done in the past with new releases isn't happening with this one. I've done blog-tourish things. I comment everywhere. And I end up unable to write for a couple of weeks afterwards because my brain gets shoveled into a different mindset--one I intensely dislike. So I'm just putting this out, quietly. At least when the book gets ignored this time I know there's a good excuse for it!
I wrote this a few years ago, back when I had an agent, and it kept nearly getting bought by New York. One editor said she'd just published a storyline that was similar. Another said it didn't have the right kind of sex she liked. Another liked my style but thought it wasn't dark enough.
So okay, no New York. Let's all prove New York wrong and buy a gazillion trillion copies of it. Make that prolific yet undiscovered Rothwell a feel-good success story that shows up on the front page of Amazon.
Although I might give in and do some bribery later. I'm thinking -- how about giving away a Kindle or something? Eventually. Maybe. I have to think about this one. Right now I'm going to go demand Mike make some cookies to celebrate--and to warm up this house.