Thanks to the nearly 2,000 people who made the ebook giveaway of Grave Shift a rousing success. I hope each reader enjoys the adventures of Darcy and Flora as they delve into mysteries that only these two plucky women can solve!
Do any of you remember that very old TV show, Queen for a Day (1960s), back in the days when all the pictures were black and white and we couldn’t imagine that some day they would be in color? Yesterday I felt like royalty from sunrise to sundown. In truth, that excitement started with the planting of the birthday garden, continued with the ebook giveaway of Grave Shift and culminated with the birthday dinner gift from my family last night. They took me to a nice restaurant and I had blueberry grilled chicken. Ever tried it? It’s different but tasty. Since it was my birthday, the waitress said dessert was free so I ordered “chocolate mess” with five spoons. There’s no way any one person could eat all of that. It was absolutely delicious. My family is such a blessing to me not only yesterday but each day that I don’t even mind the fact that I have at last reached the coveted age of 39.
And another reason I floated in a cloud of euphoria was the amazing success of Grave Shift on Amazon’s free giveaway. In the hands of mystery lovers around the world are 1,814 ebook copies of Darcy and Flora’s second mystery. We were fifth in Amazon’s popularity poll of mysteries about women sleuths. So, that was certainly a picker upper.
This morning I awoke to flashes of lightning and thunder which seemed to jar the house. Did that bother me? Of course not. I was born during a thunderstorm in Cherokee County a few years back and have always enjoyed those spring storms.
Hopefully, many other people will buy Grave Shift or the first mystery, The Cemetery Club and maybe readers will look forward to the third book, Best Left Buried. Today I who was Queen for a Day will go back to being Mom, MILly and mem. I will continue writing and hoping for success that lasts more than two days. That’s fine with me. I wouldn’t trade places with anyone, not even a certain lady over in London who goes by the name of Elizabeth.
And you are remarkable spry for having reached the ripe old age of 39.