On the road

Hi from sunny Ann Arbor MI -- although looks like snow tomorrow. Daughter of York is well and truly launched with a fun celebration at my own town bookstore The jabberwocky in Newburyport on February 15th. Then it was on to New York and Connecticut where I was escorted around to several readings/booksignings by my energetic publicist from Simon & Schuster, Kelly Bowen. It's so great to meet so many readers (or new readers. hopefully!) in person and thanks to those who braved the elements in Philadelphia to come out to hear me. Having your smiling faces in the audience made me less nervous.

Daughter of York is getting some good reviews and I am so grateful for all the support I've been getting from my publisher and my lovely agent, Kirsten.

Wish me well for the rest of the tour -- I'll be flying to Denver on Tuesday, 26th, if the weather gods are kind! And then on to my first time in Kansas City, where I plan to have a large steak! Home to Newburyport and back to writing book three on March 4th.

Spring can't be far away .... I hope!

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