Lilian, on Facebook: But more importantly, why isn’t it the 25th yet?!?!?!?
Gordon: cause it aint yet. We’ve got to get all gussied up for the signing. If we had it today we would scare away the fans. Plus Ilona is not completely nuts yet, so it can’t be release week.
I am not nuts. I’ve been so good. I haven’t been trawling for reviews, I haven’t gotten into any debates, except for Kindle thing, and I dropped that because nobody is listening to anything I have to say, I haven’t had any weird panicky moments of total fail.
I get no credit.
From Harriet Klausner review:
Kate Daniels pays her lost bet to the Beast Lord Curran with a meal she prepares. However, when he fails to collect, Kate becomes outraged by his affront and humiliated as she wanted to see him. Fuming, she declares war on Curran; leading to not talking, emailing or twittering one another.
While the review is very flattering, I’m a little puzzled by the twittering comment. This has stayed with me for a few days, so I present to you the What-If Kate Daniels Twitter.
Jim: 15 minutes to Pack/People meeting.
Kate: I’ll be late.
Kate: I’ve got to do something.
a minute later
Curran: What do you mean you’ll be late? Where r you?
Kate: I’ll be right there, just start without me.
Curran: The meeting’s been set over a month in advance. Where r you?
Kate: I said, I’ll be right there.
Curran: Where. Are. You?
Kate: Don’t take that tone of voice with me, I don’t appreciate it.
Curran: Would you just tell me where you are?
Kate: Corner of manticore and white.
Curran: Half an hour away. Why am I not surprised. What are you doing there?
Kate: I’ve got to do something. I don’t appreciate being interrogated.
Jim: There is a giant armored octopus on the corner of manticore and white.
Jim: It’s on TV.
Kate, PM to Jim: I kil u.
Jim, PM to Kate: Payback.
Curran: I can see you on the news. Kate, answer your phone.
Curran: Answer your phone, damn it.
Curran, PM to Kate: Don’t even think about it.
Kate, PM to Curran: I’ll bring sushi to meeting. Love u, bye.
Jim: I think she just dropped her I-phone.
Curran, PM to Kate: God fucking damn it.
Jim: That was a nice cut on his tentacle. Should I hold the meeting?
Curran: No, start without me. I’ll be right back.