My mother’s family were old school. Raised during the Great Depression, and tempered by the Second World War, they thought children should be obedient and humble. I grew up with comments designed to help me shrink when I was ‘getting too big for her boots’ or ‘getting a swollen head’, and I was frequently advised that I should not blow my own trumpet.
Well, my darling aunts and uncles, I love you all, but I’m going to share with everyone the latest on Candle. (And, yes, I know that if you were alive you’d make a cutting remark and then go and tell all the neighbours.)
So here it is, folks. Candle’s Christmas Chair, number 2 on Amazon’s Bestseller List for Free Historical Fiction > Regency
Trumpet away. (And by the way, I was raised by a father who, when faced with success of this sort, would say, “Is that all? Why not first…” just to keep that swelled head down.