This week was my ninth wedding anniversary and I forgot it. When my husband pulled me onto his lap this morning and told me, I stared at him blankly. I asked him if he was sure. And I realized, somewhere between his chuckle and his kiss, that it was the most unromantic response ever.
But that's what release weeks are like. Love Chloe released this Monday, and everything in my life sort of stopped -- a pause in time that only I was aware of, the rest of the world ticking on, unaware of my frantic obsession at the birth of my latest baby.
Love Chloe is my twelfth novel. That seems crazy. Life was so much easier back in 2012, when I pressed 'publish' on Blindfolded Innocence and then squealed with joy when I had three sales. I want to go back to that time. I tell new authors all the time to not obsess over sales and then do exactly that