A Family Affair

My family is extremely supportive of the writing thing. My mom reads everything I write. One of my aunts is one of my beta readers. Even my grandparents have been known to page through my books. And then there's my dad. He doesn't read romance generally (being more of a Robert Ludlum/Ken Follett reader) and, well, he's my dad, so I'd just as soon he not read the racy scenes I write. But he finds other ways to be wonderfully supportive.

I discuss my works in progress with my mother, describing the characters, the setting, the plotlines I'm planning in my head. But my dad's involvement comes a bit later in the process. He's an engineer and a businessman. He likes the numbers and the linear, analytical side of things. He wants to know about percentages, royalties, list prices, ratings, distribution and everything about writing that can be quantified.

My father loves lists. At any given moment on any given day, he is a dozen times more likely than I am to know what my Amazon sales ranking for each of my books is. He knows when the My Bookstore & More list refreshes each night. If I call to tell him about some list I hit, he already knows. It's pretty awesome.

So in honor of lists, I'm giving away a stack of books by some ladies who've made much more important lists than little ole me. Bestsellers UP FOR GRABS, y'all.

These books are going to one commenter (w/US mailing addy) who tells me who their favorite author is. I'm always on the lookout for new awesomeness, so recommend me someone awesome. (And absolutely no telling me it's me. There will be no sucking up, people! I wouldn't believe you anyway.)