So today I met JACOB author Jacki Frank -- hi, Jacki! (Man, I want to keep adding the "e" to the end of her name...) We had a great time talking shop, including the differences in our writing. (We both wrote about demons. And that's about the end of the similarities. Oh, and there's sex in both of our books. Woot!)
When I came home, I did Ye Olde Ego Surf thing...and found this review of Hell's Belles. ((swoon)) It's way more a critique than a review, and it left me blushing and giggling like a girly girl. And absolutely terrified that The Road to Hell won't measure up. (Argh -- stop! that! now!)
Other authors out there: Do you freak out over the next book? Or do you take it in stride and sing Hakuna Matata?