While chatting on the phone with my dad, he mentioned that I had received a FedEx box from Kensington at his house. I was expecting my copy edits for The Sex Lounge, so I asked him to open it and see if there was a date stating when they were due.

He shuffled through the box. “I don’t see a letter … there are a bunch of these colored sheets that say Sex Lounge and have your name on it, but no letter.”

OMG, could that be my cover? I actually have a cover?! “Dad, do those ‘colored sheets’ actually look like a book cover?”

“Yeah. But I don’t see a letter.”

Inwardly, I’m screaming with excitement. Outwardly, I say, “Dad, could you forget the letter for a minute and describe what’s on the cover?”

“It’s blue. There’s a woman’s arm. And a guy’s body, but … I can’t see him and I can’t see their heads … Nope, no letter.”

My need to have him describe every pixel of the cover left him clueless. Further attempts to get clarification met with similar answers. The image forming in my mind – of body parts floating in a blue fog – was scaring me, so I stopped and let him search for the non-existent letter.

The next weekend, he drove 40+ miles (isn’t he awesome?!) and hand-delivered them to me** at — yes, a coffee shop, where I was writing. I spread a few on the table so I could look up every five minutes and gaze at them lovingly, like one of my lovesick heroines. But no one thought I was weird — I do live in San Francisco, after all.

I’m so excited! I have a cover — which means, OMG, maybe I really do have a book coming out next year! LOL Please stop by and take a sneak peek at an excerpt and my fabulous quotes.

**My dad had taped the box shut and created a label addressed to me that said, “delivered by Cheap Courier Service.” I cracked up. I do love that man!

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