DABWAHA voting for True Pretenses is open NOW! (Until midnight Eastern time.)
It is neck and neck! I am TWO VOTES ahead right now. We could really do this!
Please vote! Please get your friends and housemates and family members and coworkers to vote!
Vote here:Ā http://dabwaha.com/
Remember, if I get through this round, I will post the first two chapters of my upcoming novella All or Nothing, in which shy architect Simon Radcliffe-Gould asks irrepressible gambling den hostess Maggie da Silva to pose as his mistress so he can actually get some work done during his ex-boyfriendās scandalous house party.
To motivate you, here are the first 500 words:
London,Ā June 1819
Simon Radcliffe-Gould didnāt even know why he kept coming back to this gaming hell.
He hadnāt the stomach for gambling, not really, and in consequence was very bad at it. He always gave up when he shouldnāt and then, inexplicably, dug in his heels when he ought to give up. So he didnāt know why, at least once a week, he found himself in this dingy, loud, overdecorated flat in the very northwest corner of London, nearly to Lordās Cricket Ground, losing at cards to men he hadnāt even liked much at school.
Well, he did know, actually. It was because of Magdalena da Silva. Definitely the most beautiful woman in London. Probably the most beautiful woman in England. He wouldnāt be much surprised if she turned out to be the most beautiful woman in the world. There she was now, laughing at some jest of Meyer Henneyās, her obnoxious lover and host of the establishment.
Her laughter lit up the dim room like sunlight, purifying the London soot and dust into country air. Her skin was golden in the candlelight, her brown hair piled on her head, mostly dark and plain but gleaming here and there like honey. Delight suffused her face so utterly that Simonās chest hurt, a sharp pain like envy or grief or a knife in his heart. She whispered in Henneyās ear, and Simon would have sworn that for just a moment her eyes rested on him. A fever of hot and cold pinpricks swept over him.
She and Henney both affected the showy fashions of twenty and thirty years ago, the deep-gaming powder-and-patch days of the ancien regime. In Miss da Silvaās case, this meant sometimes a great bell of petticoats and sometimesālike tonightānone at all. Even in the candlelight Simon could see the faint outline of her legs.
āMy trick.ā Fletcher swept Simonās five guineas into his pocket. Simon sighed. He should be at home working, not nursing an infatuation with a gambling-den hostess like a student.
If it were his student days and he were here with Clement, Clement would know what to say to her. He would have already made her laugh, bribed her, and dropped her in Simonās lap like a gift. Maybe he would have leaned in and whispered in Simonās ear, Weāll share her.
Simon burned at the thought, and it was only about a third lust and a third resentment and inadequacy. The last third was a longing still violent enough to feel like homesickness, even now after three years apart. He felt in his pocket for Clementās letter.
I want you to design a folly for Throckmorton, to celebrate my accession. Something cheerful to mark a sad occasion. Can you come next week? Iām having a small house party, but I promise we wonāt bother you.
Unfortunately, Simon knew what that promise was worth. Absolutely nothing.
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So True Pretenses made the Reader Nominated bracket in the DABWAHA!!!!
(The DABWAHA is like March Madness for romance novels. Itās awesome. Basically, you predict which books will win a reader vote in each bracket and then the person who comes closest to predicting the actual results wins.)
Donāt forget to fill out your bracket!Ā
Voting for the first bracket will be on the DABWAHA site this Thursday and Friday (3/17-18).
The full schedule.
Here is what I will do for each round I make it through:
1. If I make it to Round 2, I will post the first two chapters of my upcoming novella, All or Nothing, about an architect who asks a gambling den hostess to pose as his mistress so he can actually get some work done during his ex-boyfriendās scandalous house party.
2. If I make it to Round 3, I will post my school photos from grades K-8. If you think you might ever want to blackmail me I highly recommend you make sure I get to Round 3 because there is some great material in there.
3. If I make it to Round 4, I will livetweet the Paul Giamatti John Adams mini-series.Ā
4. If I make it to Round 5 (the final four),Ā I will record myself reading the Nick Is A Vampire And Phoebe Is A Dragon story.
5. If I make it to Round 6 (Championship round!),Ā I will record my own episode of āDrunk History.ā (Poll to choose topic:Ā https://twitter.com/RoseLerner/status/709880735574810624)
6. If I win...look, even coming up with something for that is jinxing myself. But it will be awesome, I promise!
