Proof I Can’t Be Trusted Around Books

A couple weekends ago was the Wild N Windy signing event in Chicago. I should have posted about it sooner, but, well, I’ll be honest, it slipped my mind because we had a crisis happen two days after I got back.

I didn’t go to this event as an author, I was just going as a reader. To be enticed by covers of lickable abs and pretty couples. Yeah, I know some people claim they don’t like abs on a cover (I’m looking at you, Joy), but it’s not like it’s bad cover design. Just overused. Let’s face it, washboard abs are, well, magnificent.

In the week leading up to Wild N Windy, I had purchased at least ten books between both book stores in town and Amazon. Probably more. My husband was ready to kill me. So, I told my friends (fellow authors Megan Lowe and Gen Ryan) to keep me in check.

Check meant not bothering to stop me at all. Whereas I walked into Wild N Windy with one book, to get Lauren Blakely to sign (more about her in a minute), I walked out with six. Keep in mind that I told my husband I wasn’t going to buy any more books at the event—which is why I went with a Lauren Blakely book in hand.

35965773My friend had VIP access, so she got me a wristband to meet Lauren Blakely early, but I still had to hang around a bit before I could get in line. The three of us wandered around, purchasing books. No joke, Gen and I made a purchase at the first table we stopped at. It was Jewel E. Ann’s table, if you’re curious, and she was sweet. To be honest, I’m more impressed by authors who aren’t complete and total bitches, so if you stop and talk to me as opposed to just shoving your book down my throat, I’m more willing to toss my hard-earned money at you. (This philosophy may be why I don’t do particularly well at events because I refused to be an in-your-face salesperson. Le sigh.)

18134249As we waited for my number to be called for the Lauren Blakely line, we stopped in to meet Rachel Van Dyken, where I bought Ruin. Look, y’all, I’m not going to front. I totally bought that one based on cover alone. I read the back blurb, it sounded interesting, but it was that cover that won me over. Oh, and Rachel Van Dyken is pretty damn awesome too.

34333643Next to her was T.K. Leigh. I’ve seen the name around a lot, and she has a title called Writing Mr. Right that I’ve toyed with reading for a while now. Since I had my chance to not only pick it up, but get it signed too, I went ahead and took it. Books about writers, reporters, and musicians are the keys to my soul.

Then came time to meet Lauren Blakely. I was going to fangirl like a white girl fangirls, when a white girl can’t even. (Yes. I’m white. Yes, I own that shit. I make no apologies. No need to front that I can’t pass as a vampire because we all know I can.)

39729771I wasn’t going to buy any Lauren Blakely books. I really wasn’t. I took the one that I fell in love with (The Real Deal) to be signed. I was going to be content. Then the girl behind the table informed me the one with really lickable abs on the cover was free (Once Upon a Real Good Time). Look, I’m not always the sharpest crayon in the box, but I’m in the box, and when you offer me a free book by one of my favorite authors, you don’t have to tell me twice. It was in my hands immediately. As was Unbreak my Heart, which is one I’d never heard of and the girl told me absolutely “gutted her.” I’m a tough one to “gut,” but I decided that I had to give it a go. Are you up to the challenge Lauren Blakely? Gut me.

Yes, I had Lauren Blakely sign all three of them. Yes. my friends mocked me for buying yet another book. Yes, my husband was ticked when I unloaded my haul from the event, even though I told him it could have been much, much worse. He didn’t care that I know people who left with 20 books as opposed to my measly five new ones. He just cared because I said I wasn’t going to buy anything and that turned out to be a big, fat lie.

Then again, we’ve been married for *cough, cough, mumble, mumble* years now. He should know better than to ever expect me to enter a book store, signing event, or, well, anything with books and come out empty handed. That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.

As I get them read, I’ll try to get reviews up.

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