My dearest Readers,
Now that I have your complete and undivided attention with an out of the blog box HOT picture (look, they remembered to wear their seatbelts like good citizens should…ah yes, but are they really safe?) I will let you in on a little, dirty secret everyone should know. A secret as to what this whole romance in the back seat of a car is really like and how I went for the best ride EVER with a person I didn’t even know while my husband’s brother watched.

Wait. Before you start thinking that I’m THAT sort of girl (shame on you), perhaps I ought to backtrack and tell you a little more about how I got involved in this whole thing. So. I get this e-mail from this person I don’t know. Terri Gloegger. She e-mails me telling me she’s going to be in town and asks if I would I like to climb into the backseat of her car while it’s being driven at 25 miles an hour, so I can talk about my book, Mistress of Pleasure. As she records it on her camcorder. Oh, yes. And she needed a driver for the car as she’ll be handling the interview and camcorder (hence my husband’s brother offers himself up…ehm). Why? Because she has this brilliant idea. Wherever she goes across the country, she plans on hooking up and interviewing published authors who will discuss their books from the backseat of a moving car. And the best part? Those videos will all be featured on one website. You got it. www.RomanceInTheBackSeat.com

When she asked, I simply couldn’t resist. I practically swooned, climbed into that back seat and let her have her way with me. It was SO much fun!!! If you’re an author, I suggest you e-mail her and climb into that back seat. If you’re a reader, I suggest you check out the website and watch the ride. It’s fresh. It’s fun. It’s Romance in the Back Seat. Of a car.

The next time I post, my interview which will feature both of my books, Mistress of Pleasure and Lord of Pleasure, will be up on the website and I’ll delve more into how that went and what it was like. Then you’ll be able to watch the final product itself. How cool is that?
Until then, cheers and much love,
Delilah Marvelle