I love GILT!

I can’t tell y’all how excited I am that GILT hit the shelves. First, a preface: girly historical YA are not my normal reads. No, not even secretly (as far as you know). But, GILT is different. It’s dangerous and sexy and witty and unpretentious and accessible…and…well, it’s been said before, but I’ll say it again: From cover to concept, GILT is not your mother’s historical fiction.

Even the toughest critics love GILT!

I first fell in love with GILT two-and-a-half years ago at that same fateful conference where the Muses met. Katherine and I were in the same critique group (the very one where I had my bleeping birth as a writer). It was the second round with this particular group and she decided to read a scene that she worried was too graphic. As she read, it was obvious to me (and the big-shot agent) that she was a master. The scene was graphic, but it was also powerful and entirely gripping. It’s one of those scenes that still haunts my imagination, though not because of the subject, but because of how friggin’ awesome Katherine handled it. The language, the feeling, the subtly – just WORK. (I know, I know, you’re dying to know what the scene was…and you will…when you read her GILT!).

Since then, I’ve been lucky enough to read the full manuscript of GILT and it cemented what I already learned from that first scene. The story delivers on plot, character, and intrigue. In the last two years, I cheered this book on through the euphoria and pain of pushing a novel into the world – from brainstorming titles to seeing the cover for the first time. I can even do a decent impression of its sexy-lips cover.

I almost got the modelling gig.
I swear.

GILT has become so much a part of my life that I feel like a proud godparent. It really is hard to describable how awesome this moment is.

So, everybody raise your glasses to more GILT in the world!

Cheers!!