I'm Kind of a Big Deal...

I'm kind of a big deal... Ok, not really, but I have some fantastic news I'd like to share.

I'm being interviewed on Fox 13 Good Day Utah on Saturday, August 24 at 7:45AM (that's tomorrow, folks). I will be chatting up a storm about my novel, Félicité Found, and about being an independent author.

I feel incredibly blessed to have this opportunity. Talk about amazing publicity and marketing. Eep!

Ok, I think I'm going to throw up now. And I need to exhaustively scour my closet. What the devil am I going to wear. Ack!

Ok, now you can click on over to the below mentioned sites to purchase miss Félicité Found (she'd love you forever and ever for adding her to you book collection). And I've made an executive decision: the e-book version of my novel will be on sale today only for 99 cents. Let's celebrate with an awesome deal!!!
Spread the word about the sale, too! It's too good to be true. haha

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Createspace

What the hay, here's a peak into it's pages:

“A rush of sweet warmth flooded Félicité for having remembered something about her past. The heaviness in her mind and heart seeped free from her as though it pushed itself from all of her pores. She knew that eventually everything—her memories and knowledge—would come back.

She ached for Pierre and Hélène to know her name. As fast as her legs could carry her, she sped into the living room. Pierre was sound asleep, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that followed his thunderous snores. He was so loud she found it difficult to remember why she had come to see him. However, she couldn’t bear to wake him.

She observed that the light shining through the gap of the curtains came from only the moon. It must be the middle of the night. It was difficult for her to believe that she had slept all day and into the night.

Gazing at Pierre, she noted how handsome he was even in his thunderous slumber. She wanted to touch his skin and the rough stubble of hair growth on his face. His hand that fell from the couch beckoned her to him. She resisted the urge to take it into hers, feel it, relish its rough texture, and press it to her face. Again, she felt as if she had known him for a long time.

Should she wake him to hear his welcoming, deep and vibrating voice?

No, she thought as her euphoria faded. All that was left was a lump in her throat.

Her happy news would have to wait until morning. With one last look at the most kind- natured and loving person in the world, she shuffled her feet back to bed. However, before she fell asleep, she distinctly heard her father’s voice in the room telling her, “Félicité, my daughter, I love you. I love you so much.”

She bounded out of bed like an animal pouncing on its prey and flipped the light switch. Scanning the room, she saw no one in there. She was alone.”

So, are you going to watch me on the news tomorrow (I'm pretty sure you can stream it live from the website)? Any advice to calm down my nervous jitters? And how are you doing this fine Friday?

Hugs

Writing Jewels