Yesterday, something happened that I've been waiting for, for like, ever. The announcement of my book deal showed up in Publishers Marketplace. Here it is in all of its luscious glory:
Holly West's DIARY OF BEDLAM and DIARY OF DECEPTION, in which the secret identity of a lady as soothsayer - also a favorite mistress of King Charles II - is threatened when a plot to murder the King is revealed as her diary goes missing and one of her clients ends up dead, to Angela James at Carina Press, for publication in 2013, by Elizabeth Kracht at Kimberley Cameron & Associates (World).
The only gripe I have (there had to be at least one, right?) is that it's classified as "Women's Fiction/Romance." Say what? I'm a crime fiction writer, people! I thought I'd made that clear!
But the thing is, who really cares what I am? These classifications are somewhat arbitrary anyway. And frankly, if being a writer of "women's fiction" or romance helps to sell books, I'm down with that. Girlfriend wants to get paid.
The thing that bothers me more than the classification, I think, is my own reaction to it. I do think there is a stigma attached to women's fiction and romance and I'm as guilty of perpetrating it as anybody. The fact is that there are great and not so great books in every category and I hate that something that's labeled "woman" is somehow considered lesser, especially in my own mind.
So whatever DIARY OF BEDLAM and its sequel are considered for the market, my only real concern is that they are KICK ASS books. Oh, and that girlfriend gets paid.