Best book? Worst title? It happens...
This book. Oh, this book.
I labored over it, loved it, nurtured it, and sent it out into the world. The problem was, I gave it a name guaranteed to get it bullied on the playground. I never thought about how confusing a double entendre like Public Relations might be. General reaction was, "Why would I want to read a book about the PR industry?" Which is TOTALLY not what the book is about.
It's too late now to re-title it, but I'm really glad it has a new cover that does it justice, because maybe (just maybe) now some folks will get a chance to see my baby shine.
The goal I had when I started was to write a richly layered book about two truly lost people who find love and their better selves through each other. It was my answer, if you will to THAT BOOK. You know the one.
I know a mother isn't supposed to have favorites, but if I had to choose one, this would be among the contenders. So, go forth and fly Peter and Georgia!
Bon voyage for the second time!
These are the musings of a cynical romantic. Heroes on the page may be closer than they appear.