Friday, July 25, 2014

The Famous Kitchen Table Outtake

Dear Everyone,

Some time ago, The Rock Stars of Romance were kind enough to post the famous Kitchen Table Outtake from Gabriel's Rapture. Recently, I've heard from a number of readers who had heard about the outtake but couldn't find it, etc.

Here it is.

(NB. Please test the sturdiness of any kitchen furniture before trying it out.)


"Julia rolled over and reached across the bed.  Gabriel was gone.  With the sun high in the sky and shining in through the balcony windows she was not surprised by his absence, or by the coolness of the sheets on his side. Clutching his pillow, which still retained the scent of Aramis that always clung to him, she found a handwritten note.

Good Morning, my Lovely.

You were sleeping too peacefully to awaken. 
I’ve gone into Todi to pick up a few things.
I want to cook for you today.
Call my cell phone if you need anything.

Love,
G.

PS:  Your beauty is truly breathtaking.

Julia smiled.  It was a simple note, not unlike countless others he’d written for her. But in the bottom corner, almost as an afterthought, he’d sketched her.  It was her profile with her hair cascading over the pillow while she slept, transposed into a small pencil drawing. And underneath it he’d written My Beatrice.

She hadn’t known that he had skill with a pencil, although his dexterity in other respects suggested a multiplicity of manual talents. But the sketch was rather good, quite good.  She’d have to keep it.

Still smiling, she swung her naked feet to the cold floor and walked gingerly to the closet.  She didn’t feel like wearing clothes or getting dressed properly.  For the first time perhaps ever, she felt comfortable in her own skin.  So she took one of Gabriel’s white dress shirts and put it on, buttoning only a few of the buttons before searching one of the dresser drawers for some socks.

She heard Gabriel’s voice calling to her. He had returned.

Enthusiastically, she sped down the stairs and toward the kitchen.

“Hello, Miss Mitchell.”  He kissed her forehead as he set the groceries on the counter.  “You look pretty.”

Hands free, he pecked first one cheek then the other before trapping her in his arms against the counter.

“Did you sleep well?”  His lips moved against her hair.

“Very well.”  She pressed her mouth to his Adam’s apple and he recoiled slightly as if she’d tickled him.  “Thank you for the drawing.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t know you could draw.”

“Darling, I’d paint you if I could. With my fingers.”

Julia’s mouth hung open and Gabriel chuckled before gently closing her mouth.

“We’ll try fingerpainting later.  I like your socks.”  He released her from his arms, smiling slyly.

She looked down at her feet and flexed them. 

“Argyle is sexy.”

“I’ve always thought so.  Let me turn the heat up. I don’t want you to catch cold.”  He disappeared into the other room and returned a moment later.  “I’ll build a fire when we sit down for lunch.” 

He began unpacking the groceries, watching her from the corner of his eye.  “You seem happy today.”

She hoisted herself up onto the counter and began to swing her legs back and forth.  “I am happy.  I’m in love with a wonderful man and I get to share this fantastic house with him. I’m the luckiest girl in the universe.”

Gabriel’s eyebrows shot up.  “In the universe?  Hmmm. I’m sure the inhabitants of the galaxy next door will be sorry to hear that.”

She playfully poked him with her argyle-covered foot.  “You’re a nerd.”

He turned on her and grabbed her foot, pulling it upwards until her leg was extended to the height of his shoulder.

What did you just call me?”  He feigned anger but his green eyes twinkled with amusement.

“Um, I called you a nerd.”

He raised a single eyebrow. 

“Oh, really? Would a nerd do this?”  Expertly, Gabriel used his fingers to stroke the contours of Julia’s instep, over her sock.

When she gasped at the pleasant sensation, he sensuously peeled off her socks before tossing them over his shoulder. 

“I think it’s hot enough in here now, don’t you agree?”  His voice was low and provocative and it made Julia quiver.

He slid his hand down her leg, toying with the back of her knee until she closed her eyes and groaned.

“Julianne,” he growled, his eyes dancing.

“Y-yes?”

“You aren’t wearing any panties.”

A brilliant red flushed her cheeks and she tried to withdraw her foot, realizing how exposed she was.

“Not so fast.”  With a single finger, he travelled the length of her inner thigh and back again, stroking up and down in a patient rhythm.

She began to breathe rather rapidly as his long fingers approached where she was exposed.

“Nerds are not known for their skills in lovemaking.”  Gabriel withdrew his hand and placed his index finger against her lower lip. 

“Open,” he commanded. 

She opened her mouth and he pressed his finger inside.  He peered down at her expectantly and she closed in around him, sucking his finger slightly before releasing it.

He winked at her before using his now moistened finger to stroke the inside of her upper thigh.

“Would a nerd know to do this?”  He leaned over and began to blow across the trail of wetness he’d left with his finger. 

When Julia shivered and squirmed, he smiled wickedly and nuzzled the same trail with his nose. 

Standing up again, he kissed her hungrily and then abruptly retreated.  Before she had the time to protest, he dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Hmmmm,” he said, moving her legs so that they rested on his shoulders. “This counter seems to be the perfect height. I guess you really are the luckiest girl in the universe.”

He leaned forward, blowing air across her naked flesh and then extended his tongue to taste her.

“Aaaahhhh!”  Julia’s strangled cry sounded like a dying cat, when in reality she was exclaiming in pleasure.

Gabriel hummed against her skin and continued his activities, peering up at her on occasion with an expression of unconcealed delight.

There was no possibility of keeping her eyes open. It was too intense. And he was working her slowly, oh, so slowly, as if to defend his sexual prowess by this single act.

And what an act.

Gabriel knew exactly what he was doing, teasing and tantalizing until she was perched on the edge, and then withdrawing impishly until she cobbled together enough wits to peer down at him.

He did this several times until his compassion got the better of him and he allowed her to come in a cacophony of cries and pants and incoherent exclamations.

When she had finished shaking, he gently removed her legs from his shoulders and stood to his feet, grinning widely.  He cleaned his face with his handkerchief before kissing her chastely. (For he was, as always, a gentleman)

“Still think I’m a nerd?”

Julia leaned backwards and collapsed into a fetal position atop the counter.


-x-x-x-x-

An hour later, they were seated at the kitchen table enjoying their lunch.  Gabriel was playing music over the stereo system and he’d built a fire in the fireplace.

They began with black olive crostini and an arugula salad, followed by pasta with truffles and a side of fresh roasted porchetta.  Their meal was a leisurely affair and when it was finished and they were sipping their wine, Julia watched him.  He seemed rather proud of himself, a smirk firmly plastered across his face as he stared at her over the rim of his glass.

Boldly, she placed her hand in his lap and began to stroke him. But her intention was immediately thwarted.  He took her by the wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing her softly before winding their fingers together.

“That isn’t necessary,” he said.

“But you did something for me.”

“I didn’t do it so you would reciprocate. I did it because I wanted to please you.  And I pleased you, didn’t I?”

She blushed self-consciously as she recalled what had placed the smirk on his face and immediately his expression shifted.

He reached over to lift her chin. 

“That’s better,” he breathed, his eyes concerned and kind.

“You’re very …  giving,” she whispered.

“It’s only what you deserve.”

“You’re the only one who has ever thought so.”

Gabriel frowned slightly.  “Come to me.”

He pushed his chair back from the table and opened his arms.  Julia positioned herself sideways on his lap and brought her head to rest against his chest.   He held her tightly and kissed the crown of her head.

“How do you feel when you’re in my arms?” he asked.

“Comfortable. Happy.”

He nodded.  “That’s how I feel when I’m near you.”

“Really?”  Her voice was muffled against his shirt.

He squeezed her even closer.

“You’re a gift – a pearl of great price.  When I was in despair and had alienated and abused my family, you appeared. A brown eyed angel in jeans and sneakers.  And you weren’t afraid of me, even though you should have been.”

“I was curious.”

“As I was about you.  And when I was mired in depression a second time, when Grace died, you came back to me.  Treating you well is the least I can do.  You’re the love of my life, Julianne.”

Julia lifted her head and brought their lips together.  “You’re the love of my life, Gabriel.”

He smiled and kissed her firmly before running his fingers across the back of her neck.

“I don’t want to take from you Julianne. I want to give. This trip, our time together, is all about building something for the future. It’s about more than sex, although sex is a part of it. An important part.”

Julia blushed and nodded.

Gabriel tapped the end of her nose with his finger.

“Did you know that in Judaism intercourse is the right of the wife? As is an orgasm?”

“You’re kidding.”

Gabriel smiled.  “No, I’m not.  A husband is obligated to fulfil his wife’s sexual needs and to make sure that she orgasms, preferably before him.”

“Your vast sexual knowledge never ceases to amaze me.”

He laughed. “I suppose I should be flattered by that remark.”

She smiled at him and he kissed her.

“Under the proper circumstances, when done with love, sex can be a mitzvah,” he whispered.

“And you know this how?”

“I read it in a book – Kosher Sex.”

“Sounds delicious.”

Gabriel grinned.  “Our lunch might not have been kosher, but our lovemaking can be.”

Julia blushed deeply and shifted against him.

“How did you know what to do – yesterday?”  Now her voice was small. She didn’t want to reopen the topic of the previous evening’s conversation, but it was important to her to communicate her gratitude, her awe for Gabriel’s understanding.
He seemed surprised by her question and began tapping his foot against the stone floor.

“I love you. You were upset …” He shrugged and his face took on an earnest expression.  “I wanted to do something – intimate that would demonstrate that I cared for you.”

“It was very intimate, very caring.  Thank you.” Her eyes were downcast once again.

Gabriel’s lips tightened and he tapped his foot twice more.

“I saw something once, shortly after Grace found me.  She’d brought me home to live with them.”  He paused, appearing to search for the appropriate words.

“I was given the run of the house. It was late at night and I decided to go downstairs to raid the refrigerator.”  He clenched his jaw. “I used to stockpile food in my room because I was worried that there might not be anything to eat the next day.”

Julia reached over and took his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly.  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I was just outside the kitchen when I heard Richard and Grace talking. She was insisting that they keep me and he, while not totally opposed to the idea, was arguing that it would be better for me to be with relatives and not strangers.

“I was intrigued by their discussion, since it concerned me and so I peeked around the doorway. Grace was leaning against the counter and Richard was standing in front of her. Her hands were covered with suds as if she’d been doing the dishes and her hair had fallen into her eyes.  Richard reached up, probably to push the hair back from her face, and she leaned into his touch.”  Gabriel stared at Julia deliberately.

“Richard told her that he loved her and then they began kissing. I backed away from the door and returned to my room.” 

Gabriel sighed.  “I’d never seen something like that – a man being tender with a woman.  I wondered who these people were and how I found myself in their house.”

He pressed his mouth to Julia’s.

“I’ve never been tender with a woman before because I never loved a woman before.  Now that we’re together all I want to do is love you and adore you.”

“I love you, too.”  Boldly, Julia moved to straddle his lap, winding her fingers in his thick and unruly hair.

He gripped her lower back and slid his hands underneath the shirt she was wearing until they were comfortably cupping her backside.

“I think that you’ve forgotten something, Miss Mitchell.”

“And what could that be, Professor Emerson?”

“Your panties,” he whispered, pulling her close until their chests were flush against one another.

Julia was so focused on the kiss that she didn’t notice his fingers fumbling with her buttons until he was slipping the shirt over her shoulders. She shuddered as the air hit her skin.

“This isn’t fair,” she pouted, sitting completely bare on his lap.

“What isn’t fair?”  He smiled as he drew his thumb across her protruding lower lip.

“I’m naked and you’re – not.”

He fixed her with an intense stare. 

“Then undress me, Julianne.”

He pulled her against him and then proceeded to encourage her to slide back and forth over his groin.

She purred into his mouth as they pressed together.

Gabriel leaned forward to kiss and nibble across her breasts, placing a hand against one of her shoulder blades in order to press her closer.

She quickly undid his shirt and tugged at the fabric, indicating that he should rid himself of it.  In one quick motion, the cotton fell to the floor and he pulled his undershirt over his head.  Then he returned his mouth to her chest.

“I don’t know how to lap dance,” she whispered as he placed his lips around her nipple.

“You’re already proficient,” he murmured, licking and sucking and gripping and grinding.  “Remind me to beg for more in the future.”

“You don’t have to beg.  Ever.”

As Julia’s moans became louder, he stood up and walked her to the kitchen table.  He roughly pushed the dishes and glasses aside and then placed her bottom at the edge of the table.

“Lie back,” he instructed, eyes blazing.

Julia reclined on her elbows and watched as Gabriel undid his trousers, pushing them and his underwear to the floor.  Stepping out of them gracefully, he kicked them and his argyle socks aside.

Coming toward her, he grabbed her knees, pulling them apart.

“Ready?”  He gazed down with a kind of frenzied look but his voice was chillingly calm, as if he were forcing himself to hold back until he had her assent.

“Yes.”

He pulled her legs around his waist, waiting until she was gripping him tightly, and then he entered her with one swift movement.

“Uh,” she gasped.

Gabriel stilled, bringing his hand up to her face.  “Did I hurt you?”

“No. You just – surprised me.” 

He kissed the tip of her nose and took her hand in his, weaving their fingers together.  Then he gripped her hip with his other hand and began his rhythm, biting his lip as he paced himself.

From Julia’s position, it was more comfortable to lie back and stare up at the crystal chandelier but she craned her neck so that she could see his expression.  Gabriel wore a look of focused concentration, his eyebrows knitted, his jaw clenched.

He was not slow.  He was not hesitant.  But he was not unkind.

Reclined as she was atop the wooden harvest table, it wasn’t possible to touch him, but she wrapped her legs around him and began digging her ankles in the soft flesh of his bottom.

It was a good thing she wasn’t wearing heels.

Enmeshed as they were, he went deeper and deeper still.  Julia found a unique, previously unknown pleasure in the angle in which he moved and with every push she found herself crying out for more.

I breathe you,” he whispered, between grunts of admiration.

Julia found herself staring up into searing green eyes and a wide panting mouth.

Ah,” he gasped, his fingers digging more deeply into the flesh of her hip.  “You’re everything.  You’re the air.”

She dragged their connected hands over her head as her lower back bowed off the table, elevating her breasts towards his hungry mouth.  He gripped them with his lips as she writhed beneath him, electricity jumping between their sweating skins.

The forward movement of Gabriel’s hips began to generate a persistent knocking sound as he slammed against the table.  He would have bruises, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t even feel the contact, overwhelmed as he was by the feeling of their intense and heated connection.

She wanted to touch him.  She pressed her heels into his backside with greater force, urging him deeper still, hoping he would crawl on top of the table and press his body over hers. 

And with a cry, he did just that, pulling her legs so that they wrapped closer to his shoulders.

His face was inches from hers now and he dipped down to taste her neck, rolling a patch of skin over his tongue before sucking on it slightly.

She arched off the table into a screaming orgasm just as he released her neck.

Gabriel increased his pace, pushing and swirling until he, too, climaxed, collapsing atop her as the tension left his body.

Julia tried to catch her breath as the lingering tentacles of her climax caressed her limbs and then retreated.  This warmth, this favoured bliss, this afterglow was almost as sweet as the moment of release.  Especially because she could look up into the face of her lover and know that their affection was mutual.

Gabriel inhaled deeply.  It took a moment or two for his heart rate to slow, but when it did, he squeezed her hand and pressed his lips gently to hers.

A warm, sweet smile greeted him.  The smile of contentment and love.  He’d pleased her and she was happy.  He felt manly and proud.

He kissed her breast and wiggled his fingers at her.

“Are you ready for some fingerpainting?”
-



All the best and thank you for reading,
SR

PS. Be sure to visit The Rock Stars of Romance on July 30th, when they will be posting a special announcement penned by me.



Tuesday, June 10, 2014

"THE RAVEN" COVER REVEAL, SUMMARY, PRE-ORDER LINKS

Dear Everyone,

I'm proud to reveal the cover of my next novel, The Raven, which is the first in The Florentine Series, a new trilogy published by Berkley/Penguin. The novel is a paranormal love story set in Florence, Italy.












SUMMARY:

From the New York Times bestselling author of the Gabriel Series comes a dark, sensual tale of romance in a city shrouded in mystery…

Raven Wood spends her days at Florence’s Uffizi Gallery restoring fine works of Renaissance art. But an innocent walk home after an evening with friends changes her life forever. When she intervenes in the senseless beating of a homeless man, his attackers turn on her, dragging her into an alley. Raven is only semi-conscious when their assault is interrupted by a cacophony of growls followed by her attacker’s screams. Mercifully, she blacks out, but not before catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure who whispers to her…

Cassita vulneratus.

When Raven awakes, she is inexplicably changed. She returns to the Uffizi, but no one recognizes her and more disturbingly, she discovers that she’s been absent an entire week. With no recollection of the events leading up to her disappearance, Raven also learns that her absence coincides with one of the largest robberies in Uffizi history – the theft of a set of priceless Botticelli illustrations. When the baffled police force identifies her as its prime suspect, Raven is desperate to clear her name. She seeks out one of Florence’s wealthiest and elusive men in an attempt to uncover the truth about her disappearance. Their encounter leads Raven to a dark underworld whose inhabitants kill to keep their secrets…


As you can see, the design team at Penguin did a great job encapsulating the novel in the cover. I like it a lot and I hope that you do too.


The Professor, as well as a few other characters from The Gabriel Series will have cameo roles in The Raven.  And as you can see, the Botticelli illustrations mentioned above are a link between the two series.

If you read Gabriel's Redemption, you've already met one of the characters from The Raven. 


Release Date:  February 3, 2015

Pre-Order Links US / Canada

Barnes & Noble  - Coming Soon

Print
Nook

Amazon 
Print - US
Kindle - US
Print - Canada
Kindle - Canada

Chapters/Indigo  - Coming Soon

Print
KOBO

Books-a-Million  - Coming Soon

Print
ebook

iTunes  


Goodreads


As we lead up to the release date, I'll be releasing teasers and we'll be having giveaways.

And there' s something else I'm working on as well.  I should have an announcement to that effect shortly.

All the best and thanks for reading,
SR
www.sylvainreynard.com

Friday, May 23, 2014

Georgina Guthrie, author of The Weight of Words interviewed by SR

NOTE:
Due to the overwhelming response the interview, we posted it early!

Thank you very much to the ladies over at The SubClub books for arranging this. On May 30th, they will have an exclusive interview in which the charming Georgina Guthrie interviews me. There will be many giveaways, including International and US editions of the GABRIEL series as well as autographed copies of Georgina's novels.




Hello Georgina. It’s a pleasure to have you with my readers and me. Thank you for agreeing to visit us and answer our questions.
Thanks for having me! This is exciting!
Your first novel, “The Weight of Words,” was published last year. 
How did you become a published novelist?
After wondering what to do with my completed manuscript for about a year and a half and emailing you once a month to flail indecisively and pester you with probing questions (remember that?—best time ever, right? LOL), I finally queried with Omnific. Luckily, the publisher was interested in the story and then, shortly afterward, requested the sequels.
You're a Canadian author.  Was it important to you to set your novel in Canada?
I love Canada, and I think Toronto is a wonderful, vibrant city, but I don’t know if I set out specifically to write a “Canadian” story. What I really wanted to do was set the story at the University of Toronto. I have such amazing memories of my time there and was eager to revisit those memories. I believed I could recapture the way I felt when I studied there. I hope that’s the case.   
Were there particular aspects of Canadian life and culture that you wanted to include in your writing?
I really wanted to include the letter “u” in words like “flavour,” “humour,” “favourite,” “honour,” and “colour.” Alas, I lost this battle. ;)  In all seriousness, I wanted the stories and characters to feel real. Setting events in actual locations allowed me to ground my characters in reality, even if the events do become a bit extreme at times. I hope readers who are familiar with Toronto feel a bit of a rush when they read about a setting they “recognize”. Gotta get at least one Timmy’s reference in per book. ;)
I’m thinking back to the Gabriel series now. Was there anything in particular that you wanted to include when you were writing, or did events just unfold in certain locales quite organically? I’d say that was the case for me. Proximity to Vic, really.  
I think Toronto in general and the University of Toronto in particular lend themselves to writing and to film. The landscapes and settings are picturesque and the city has its own character, which is unique from, say, New York or London or Berlin.
I agree with you about Canadian spelling. Every time a Canadian drops a “u” an angel loses a wing.
Tell us about your new novel, which is the sequel to “The Weight of Words.”
Essentially, “Better Deeds than Words” picks up right where “The Weight of Words” left off and continues to follow Aubrey and Daniel’s journey throughout the semester. They aren’t prepared to wait to pursue their relationship and there are some rather unfortunate consequences. 
Shakespeare plays an important role in your Words series.
What prompted your interest in Shakespeare? What's your favourite Shakespearean play? Shakespearean character?
I’ve loved Shakespeare since I read “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” early in high school. I don’t know if it’s my British background, or my romantic sensibilities, but there’s just something magical in the Bard’s words and stories that I never grow weary of. My favourite of the plays? I have to choose one?? Not possible. “Hamlet” is a forerunner, if not for the plot, which can be baffling, then certainly for the language. Hamlet’s soliloquies are some of the most eloquent passages in the English language, which makes him one of my favourite characters, as well. But for brilliance of plot and imagery, I’ve always admired “Macbeth.”
(And even as I’m writing this, my brain is saying, “yes but…” “hey, what about…?”) 
What’s your favourite? See? It isn’t easy, is it? I remember when we were trying to read “Measure for Measure” together. What ever happened to that? Did you finish? 
Measure for Measure is one of those plays that you can read and re-read and still find something new in it. I suppose that’s one of the reasons why I like Shakespeare so much. I think the same is true of Hamlet and the Scottish play, as well as The Merchant of Venice.
You're a new novelist. Do you have advice for aspiring writers?
My advice would be to write and read as much as you can, and if you’re looking to publish, talk to people, make connections, ask lots of questions, and be prepared to be patient. 
I know you’re a Peter Katz fan. I enjoy his music as well.
Which song is your favourite?
Wow, that’s a tough question. It seems to me that Peter’s music resides in two different camps. There are songs which simply speak to the human condition—to love, loss, longing…My favourite song in this vein is “Posters,” one of his older songs. He doesn’t perform it live very often. I was lucky enough to hear him sing it in a beautiful art gallery in Toronto about a year ago.
But Peter also writes songs in response to things he sees happening around the world: things that deeply touch him or trouble him. He wrote a song after hearing about the tragic beating and subsequent death of Matthew Shepard in Laramie Wyoming. The song is called “The Fence,” and it’s absolutely heart-breaking, and brilliant. I’m so glad you took my advice and looked him up. I urge all of my readers to check him out. He truly is one of my muses.
I’m grateful you told me about his music. “Forgiveness” is a song that was very meaningful to me. I listen to it regularly. It’s very powerful.
Oh, absolutely—another favourite. That song was particularly inspiring when I was writing the third book in the Words series. One of the things I love best about Peter is the stories he tells to accompany the songs. The events that inspired the song “Forgiveness” are particularly compelling. If I’m not mistaken, the lyrics to the song were recently published in a university text book.
Is there a charity or organization that you support that you’d like to highlight?
I think it’s important for people to back charities that are personally relevant as opposed to throwing their support behind a cause because someone else tells them to. Personally, I donate to local organizations because it’s gratifying to see the positive results that can come from one’s contributions. There is a local palliative care hospice which looks after ailing teens that’s close to my heart as well as a cancer support center which was founded by an acquaintance of mine shortly before she lost her battle with breast cancer.
Where can readers find your first book and its sequel?
The books are available on Amazon in the USA, Canada and the UK. Barnes and Noble is also carrying both, and if all else fails, Ominific’s entire catalogue is available on their site. I’m hopeful that Chapters, here in Canada, will add Better Deeds than Words to their on-line catalogue. Perhaps one day I’ll even see my books on the shelves. (That’s a wee pipe-dream, there…)
 Perhaps this is a good moment for Canadian readers to consider sending a tweet or email to Chapters and asking them to stock the books in store.
Tell us about the third book in the series. When will it release? Will it be the last volume in the Words series?
The final installment is called “The Truest of Words,” and I believe it’s due out in November of this year. It follows Aubrey and Daniel’s journey once the school year has wrapped up. As far as I know right now, that’s the end of the series.
What’s next for you as a writer?
Of course, the next few months will involve the editing of “The Truest of Words,” but once that’s wrapped up, I’m not sure what’s next. I’d dearly love to publish the YA book I wrote last year. (Perhaps this is this your subtle way of nagging me about it? LOL).  It’s so near and dear to my heart. It’s been professionally edited and for all intents and purposes, it’s ready to go. I just need to take the plunge and start querying. (I’m setting aside a few months to send you flaily emails first, though. Brace yourself, okay?)
I think that’s great news, GG. I’d like to see your Young Adult novel published and I know readers will be happy to hear about that project.
Keep us posted and thanks again for joining us, SR.


Thank you for having me! It’s always a pleasure to chat with you, SR. And it goes without saying that I appreciate your support and encouragement. Now let’s get a drink! :)


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