A couple of weeks ago, I got the first round edits for Corsica Gate, my first contemporary romance to be published by The Wild Rose Press. (Probably Spring 2015, but I don’t know yet.) As I normally do, I read through the editor’s notes and put the work aside for a day or two to think about what needed to be done. Then I took off to Curves for a workout.
Tina Cunard, a lady who exercises around the same time, was there. Her husband owns The Sandbar restaurant in La Quinta. Last year, when my first book came out they hosted an amazing booksigning event for me. I’ll never forget their generosity. Anyway, Tina told me they have a friend who had acquired a trip aboard a yacht in the Mediterranean, owned by Wynn, the billionaire with the hotel in Vegas. ; ) Their friend had invited Tina and her husband to join them. She was so excited, but couldn’t remember the entire itinerary, just that they were leaving from the coast of Italy. My comment was that she would be in the vicinity of Corsica, and I had just received edits for Corsica Gate.
I forgot all about their trip, because we had thunderstorms and flash flooding and a ton of damage in the city. Everyone was busy mopping up. Including me, and I didn’t get back to Curves for about eight days. Imagine my surprise on Wednesday when I opened my email to find a message from Tina saying, “We’re in Corsica!” She included photographs. I had just finished my edits.
Now that’s a yacht!
So what do you think?