Today marks the launch of my sixth Lonely Lord, "Gareth, Lord of Rakes," and I could not be happier, because he's my First Special Guy.
Do you recall when, at an earlier and more dewey-eyed time in life, you were diligently studying at the library, and the guy from your speech class walked by, the guy with the dreamy eyes or the sweet smile? The guy you'd Speculated About, but never talked to? And then he notices you, and...
The voice is as dreamy as the eyes, and... there goes your entire grade point average for the semester, but who cares?
Gareth is what I call my foundation swain. He's the first character who strutted into my imagination and said, "Stop whatever nonsense you're doing and write me a happily ever after! A steamy one, with lots of true love and character
I had Gareth teach the fair Felicity nearly everything about running a brothel, and yes, at her insistence. To find out what parts of Felicity's education Gareth neglected you'll have to read the book, and the first three chapters are available here.
So if this is my first historical manuscript (that I'll own up to), why wasn't Gareth's story the first published? THAT has to do with a fellow
named Westhaven, who deprived Gareth of the top spot in the 2009 Georgia Romance Writers Maggie competition. They both finaled, but Westhaven got the nod, so when choosing among the twenty or so manuscripts I had in my personal slush pile, Gareth was edged out by The Heir.
Gareth doesn't mind. He says a few years of anticipation only whets the appetite (while Felicity smirks and mutters about certain marquesses who are unable to endure even a few minutes of anticipation).
Who was The First Special Guy for you? (And it's OK if he's Jean Luc Piccard or Mr. Rochester.) To one commenter, I'll give an iPad. If you'd like to order the book, you can do that here.