Wednesday, May 18, 2011


One of the ways I keep in touch with the erotica publishing world is The Erotica Readers and Writers Association email loops. I don't pipe up much, but I like to lurk there, and I've met some of my favourite industry contacts there.

However, the best thing that's happened to me there so far was blundering onto an email posted by Elizabeth Schechter, a writer I love and who's worked for me before. She posted that she'd had a novella rejected by a big digital publisher. So, of course, like a tool, I jump in and start bitching about this big, successful, completely professional publisher, only to be dog-piled into silence by the saner members of the group. (This would, of course, be the reason I shouldn't post there.)

Luckily, I also wrote to Elizabeth privately and asked for a copy of the manuscript, which she was kind enough to send me even after witnessing my temper-tantrum. What I received was a book called Princes of Air, a collection of three linked stories based on Celtic raven-tales.

So, this book. This book. It's gorgeous and sexy and dark and capital-r-Romantic. It's beautiful and haunting from beginning to end. I am the luckiest editor in the world to have blundered upon it. Circlet bought it (I would have fought for it, but they love Elizabeth as much as I do), and it's what I'm working on today.

I guess, if there's a moral to this story, it's that wasting time online often leads to awesome. Right? Yeah, that's totally what it means. Also, as I often am forced to reflect, I have the best job.


  1. You know, I don't even REMEMBER your temper-tantrum. I think I missed it entirely. ;-)