Posted by Anna Campbell Jun 10 2012, 12:02 am in Anna Campbell, anthologies, Bandita Booty, Caulke Abbey, Ghost stories, Launch, Mammoth Books, National Trust, novellas, Secondary romances, Short Stories, The Chinese Bed, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, The Mammoth Book of Ghost Romance
by Anna Campbell
Hey, Banditas and Buddies!
Today is kind of a mini launch for a mini Anna Campbell.
Well, not that mini. It’s 13,000 words which translates to about 50 pages of a mass market paperback. Certainly enough to get your teeth into.
My long short story “The Chinese Bed” appears in the anthology THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF GHOST ROMANCE which is out on 7th June in print and digital format in the U.K., and as an e-book in North America. American readers can buy the print version on 7th August. But I’m pretty sure American Banditas can order it from the Book Depository who will post books without charging posting and packing anywhere in the world. I KNOW non-North American Banditas can order this great collection of supernatural love stories right now.
The Book Depository link is: http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/Mammoth-Ghost-Romance-Trisha-Telep/9781849014687 If you click on the cover at the top of this post, it will take you to Amazon.
Here’s a short excerpt to whet your ghostly appetites:
Marston Hall, Norfolk, 1818
Josiah heard the door open behind him. Odd how his senses remained so attuned to the world when he no longer existed as a physical entity. Then all thoughts but one fled his mind.
Isabella stared at him from the doorway.
“My love…” he choked out, stepping forward and reaching for her.
During their courtship, he’d inundated her with extravagant endearments. It had been a laughing game, how wildly he could compliment this woman he loved more than his life. He’d called her his treasure of Trebizond, his glorious angel of heaven, his exquisite diamond of Ind, his shining pearl of the Orient.
But all his playful words had meant only one thing. She was his love and he’d lay down his life for her.
Joy exploded with painful force. Surely he could touch her. If he could lift a book or open a door, surely he could touch this woman who turned his world to sunlight.
Still she didn’t speak.
He stepped closer, wondering at her silence, at her lack of movement toward him. She’d so rarely been still. It was part of the quicksilver brilliance of her character. She’d been endlessly fascinating, flashing like a jewel, his darling Isabella.
His darling Isabella who stared at him as though she beheld a monster.
Her expression made him pause before he reached for her. “Isabella?”
She was trembling and pale as she’d never been in life. He couldn’t mistake the terror in her beautiful black eyes. “Stay…stay away from me.”
Of all the shocks of the day, this was the worst. What the hell had happened on his wedding day? What the hell had he done?
“I don’t understand,” he said dully, lowering his hands to his sides.
“Don’t come near me.”
She sounded so frightened, his lovely girl who had never been frightened of anything in her whole life. This was the woman who galloped hell for leather at the most dangerous fences. This was the woman who faced down her ambitious father and insisted she’d marry no man but the Earl of Stansfield.
The Earl of Stansfield whom apparently she now loathed.
Questions jammed in his throat. Very carefully he stepped back, giving her space. He had to find out what was going on, but first he had to banish the dread from her expression. Her quivering fear struck him with painful force. He abhorred seeing it.
“I won’t touch you.” The words cut at him like razors. “Trust me, Isabella.”
A disbelieving huff of laughter escaped her as she retreated, preparing to flee.
“No…” He surged toward her again before he remembered she didn’t want him to touch her. Quickly he lowered his arm but not before he caught another flash of terror in her eyes.
Whatever he’d done, it set his intrepid bride quaking with fear. Good God, what was going on here?
She lifted her chin, a poignant echo of the woman who had led him such a dance. She still wore the beautiful dress of blue French silk she’d had made for the wedding. Delicate pearls and summer flowers twined in her coils of shining black hair. “You can’t hurt me anymore.”
He frowned. “Hurt you? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t lie to me, Josiah.” She backed off surreptitiously as if afraid he’d pounce on her if he guessed she tried to escape.
“I’d never lie to you.”
Bitter cynicism tightened her expression, although at least she stopped edging away. “Of course you would.”
With every moment, he understood less. Foolishly he’d imagined he’d understand everything if he could just find Isabella. Well, he’d found her and the mysteries became more bewildering than ever. “Tell me what I did, Isabella.”
Something in his tone must have convinced her to take his question seriously. A series of emotions crossed her face, fugitive as summer lightning. Puzzlement. Anger. Then a deep sadness that matched the stabbing grief he’d felt waking without her and realizing he and his beloved were both dead.
Grim premonition gripped him. “Isabella?”
Her black gaze settled upon him, somber and lightless as he’d never seen it. “You murdered me, Josiah.”
I had great fun writing this story. I got to play a bit outside my usual sandpit. There are paranormal elements (well, d’uh!) and two romances rather than my usual one. The first couple, Josiah and Isabella, were parted in dramatic circumstances on their wedding day in 1749 (they’re the ghosts) and the second couple, Calista and Miles, are alive and kicking but facing difficulties before their wedding day in 1818. Each find themselves under the malign and magical influence of a cursed Chinese bed, hence the title.
The Chinese bed is based on a real piece of furniture although I’m not sure if it was ever cursed. In 2007, I visited Calke Abbey, a National Trust property in Derbyshire, and saw this magnificent bed with its beautiful hand-embroidered Chinese silk hangings. When the Trust took over the house in 1984, they had no idea the bed was even there (the house was a junk fest – the family never threw anything out and would have probably appeared on HOARDERS if the TV show had been around at the time).
It seems the bed was a gift in 1743 from the royal family to the Harpurs but they never even unpacked it. Which given how glorious it is rather blew my mind. Because the hangings have been safely locked away in their cedar presentation cases since they were made, they are as bright and fresh as if they’d been sewn yesterday. The image of this spectacular, unused bed with its gorgeous embroideries played on my imagination and eventually turned into the Chinese bed in this story.
This is a slightly skew-wiff photo of Calke Abbey, a house that is definitely worth visiting. The other photos near the excerpt are also of Calke Abbey, the dome above the ruined orangerie and the beautiful peonies in the walled garden.
It’s a sad place in many ways (the family dwindled away from one of the richest in the kingdom to the point where the last owner lived in two dingy rooms while the building fell down about his ears) but haunting and extremely interesting. Here’s the website if you’d like to find out more: http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-vh/w-visits/w-findaplace/w-calkeabbey.htm
I’m giving away three copies of THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF GHOST ROMANCE in my website contest right now so swing by and enter. Here’s the link: http://annacampbell.info/contest.html
Because I’m talking about ghosts, I couldn’t resist including a photo of my favorite ghost romance, THE GHOST AND MRS. MUIR. Captain Gregg, you can come and haunt me anytime!
So do you have a favorite ghost romance? Have you ever had a ghostly encounter? Let’s talk about things that go bump in the night (hmm, bumping with Rex is kinda appealing – yeah, I’ll stop now!).
To celebrate the release of THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF GHOST ROMANCE, I’m holding a mammoth giveaway. Well, a giveaway anyway. One commenter today will win a copy of THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF GHOST ROMANCE, which includes my story “The Chinese Bed.” Ghost romances never die!
Posted by Kate Carlisle May 2 2011, 4:05 am in bibliophile mysteries, Kate Carlisle, Launch, Launch Party, Murder Under Cover
Launch party!!!! Launch party!!!! Bring on the cabana boys and the margaritas! The caterer is taking special requests, so shout them out!
MURDER UNDER COVER, the fourth book of my Bibliophile Mysteries series, is out tomorrow, and you know what that means: sudden, overwhelming panic about my hair. I’m going on book tour, and I must have fabulous hair.
I haven’t had great luck communicating my needs to hair stylists in the past. I go in early, thinking that I can flip through their books to find the style I want. The problem is, many of their books are either outdated or way too avant garde. I just don’t think I’d look good in a blue Mohawk. Although… it would make my blue eyes pop.
This year, I decided to do my searching in advance, and I want your help deciding which is the right look for me. Since I’m releasing a mystery novel, I’m going to limit my search to hairstyles found on my favorite mystery shows on TV. I am convinced that having mystery show hair will send a subliminal message to book buyers that they will love my book as much as they love the show. I’ll do anything to sell my book. Extensions, color, cut, even – gasp! – a perm (as a last resort).
So here goes… whose hair looks best on me?
Kyra Sedgwick from The Closer:
Either of the blondes on Psych:
Maybe I should go dark. I love Mariska Hargitay… but should I do Season 1?
Or the shorter years?
I have to say, Elliot does not look impressed with the dark hair/blonde bangs look in either picture. And honestly, I want to impress him even more than I want to sell copies of MURDER UNDER COVER.
Finally, from another favorite show, NCIS, I could totally rock Pauley’s hair, don’t you think?
What do you think? Which ‘do should I do? Or do you have a better suggestion for whose hair I should try? What’s your favorite mystery show hairstyle?
Thank you for celebrating the release of MURDER UNDER COVER with me! I hope you’ll rush out tomorrow to get your copy! You can get a sneak peek at Chapter 1 on my website: http://katecarlisle.com/murder-under-cover.php
Posted by Christina Brooke Sep 2 2008, 4:10 am in Christine Wells, Launch, Launch Party, Release Date, The Dangerous Duke
Good evening, Dear Readers! Allow me to introduce myself, since Mrs. Wells seems to have disappeared for the moment. Probably crawled back to bed, poor dear, after meeting her deadline last night. My name is Lady Kate Fairchild and I’ll be your hostess this evening.
As it is well-known that Bandita parties usually feature vulgar antics like swinging from chandeliers and drinking champagne from bucket boots, Mrs. Wells has entreated me to take charge, lending my legendary savoire faire and elegant restraint to the occasion.
We are celebrating the release of two things–THE DANGEROUS DUKE, aka THAT BOOK and of course, the newfound freedom of my dear and dangerous hero, the Duke of Lyle.
You might recall that some time ago, the Romance Bandits kidnapped Lyle and incarcerated him in their lair. The ensuing months of separation have been extremely painful for us both, but finally, those feisty Banditas have released their captive! Words cannot describe the ecstasy of our reunion, though if you DO wish to pry into our most intimate secrets, I counsel you to read THAT BOOK and you will discover more than you ever wished to know!
Which reminds me. Lyle? It’s almost time to receive our guests. LYLE???
Lyle: I’m here, my sweet. Mmm…
Kate: [giggle] Lyle, stop it, you’ll mess up my hair. You are supposed to be dressing! What do you have there?
Lyle: [reading aloud] Kate shivered, remembering the way the moonlight struck his thick black hair as he bent to fix her gown. She’d known a fleeting urge to set her hand in that coarse mass and–
Kate: Oh, no! Not THAT BOOK! Where does it say that? Give it to me!
Lyle: [holding the book out of her reach] Uh-uh, no you don’t. I’ve only just started reading. It’s proving most edifying, I must say. You didn’t tell me this Mrs. Wells was such a gripping writer.
Kate: Gripping?! The woman is a torturer. She imprisoned you, remember? She is exploiting us for financial gain! She is selling our story to the masses, making us the object of every curious eye.
Lyle: Yes, but she writes a lusty love scene, I’ll give her that. [pointing to one particular passage] Tell me, did we REALLY…?
Kate: [blushing furiously] I don’t recall.
Lyle: Is that so? Then my dear Kate, allow me to remind you…
************************************************************************************* Ahem! Christine Wells here. Um, well, it seems our hosts are going to be occupied for quite some time. Why don’t we start the party without them? Here’s Sven with cocktails and oh, look! He’s brought his brother Lars, too. The Cabana boys are trooping out with canapes and suntan lotion. There are Banditas swinging in from all directions. Saddle up, Bandita Buddies, it’s going to be a wild ride!
I’m afraid this wasn’t quite the elegant soiree Lady Kate had planned…
So tell me–do you think romance novels EVER lend themselves to being read aloud?? What’s your favourite quotation? It can be from anywhere–a romance novel, classic literature, a movie, or perhaps it’s some pithy quip from your favourite comedian. I collect quotes, so I’m looking forward to reading yours.
Two lucky random commenters will win signed copies of THAT BOOK, aka THE DANGEROUS DUKE!! Thanks for joining in the celebration with me! Oh, and oops, I forgot to announce the winners from last time I blogged, so stay tuned for that announcement, too!
Posted by Donna MacMeans Jun 4 2008, 5:00 am in Donna MacMeans, Launch, The Trouble with Moonlight
by Donna MacMeans
I believe the liquor cabinet has been replenished. The cabana boys have rested up. So you know what that means….PARTY IN THE LAIR!!
Today we’re celebrating the release of The Trouble with Moonlight. Romantic Times Book Reviews called it “ingenious, humorous and intoxicating. Cleverly blending the paranormal with the sensual and suspense with a passionate love story…” Affaire de Coeur said it “grabs the reader from the onset and takes her on an unforgettable ride.”
But I’ll let you decide for yourself. I’d originally invited Lucinda Havershaw and James Locke to come chat with us, but they refused, saying something about the new moon and protecting identities. So I flew to the island in mid-May and found Locke sitting alone on the beach. The sun had set, the full moon reflected in the gentle ebbing waves.
“I presume you’re Locke? James Locke?”
He smiled, but it was more for acknowledgment, not for pleasure. I had the sense that he was assessing me, judging my background by my attire, formulating my history by my stance. Although we stood an arm’s length away, I felt at a greater distance, as if he was hidden behind a barrier of his making. This would be a very short interview I feared, but then, what else could I expect from a notorious spy.
“I had hoped Lusinda would be here as well,” I said, gazing about.
“Do you think she’s not?” One corner of his lips twitched in a slight smile. He took a deep breath. “Can you smell that?”
“The ocean?” I asked, perplexed. That’s when I saw the footsteps forming in the sand in a straight path heading directly toward us. “Dear heavens, she’s…she’s invisible.”
“She’s Nevidimi.” Locke’s whole demeanor had changed. He relaxed and a genuine smile bloomed on his face. He raised his voice. “And a bit of a thief.”
“I am not!” An indignant woman’s voice proclaimed. I squinted my eyes as if to bring into focus what wasn’t there.
“I recover items and return them to their proper owner. I do not steal. I’m not a thief.”
Locke unsuccessfully tried to hide his laughter. His shoulder jerked as if the recipient of a playful pat.
“What’s Nevidimi?” I asked. “Are there more people like you?”
Locke scowled. “It’s Russian, you know. Lusinda’s mother is the only decent thing that has come from that foul country. Nevidimi is an abbreviation of the word for invisible.”
“We’re extremely rare,” Lusinda offered. “I honestly don’t know if others exist. We learned it’s in our best interest to conceal our talents. Otherwise there are those who would hunt us down, chase us with pitch folks as devils and demons.”
“Can you control this? Turn invisible whenever you wish to disappear?”
“I wish it were so.” I heard a longing in her voice, as if this marvelous talent was more curse than blessing. “It only happens when I’m touched by moonlight – like tonight.”
“But your clothes–” I tried not to stare, but it was difficult avoiding nothing –”how is it that they’re invisible?”
“They’re not.” Locke answered. His wide appreciative grin was not directed toward me but to the direction of the voice.
“I had a great uncle who achieved a certain notoriety by riding fully dressed about the countryside when the moon was full. Of course his head wasn’t visible so the townspeople assumed he didn’t have one.”
“The Headless Horseman,” I said in sudden comprehension.
“He enjoyed it, but it set the villagers in a bit of a panic.”
“So if your clothes aren’t invisible,” I said, following the logic. “That means you’re –”
“Naked,” Locke said, his arm raised and lowered as if he were stroking something to his side.
My face heated with the thought that I was intruding on an intimate moment, even though I couldn’t see anything. I averted my gaze to the sky and noticed a large cloud approaching the moon, inspiring another question.
“Must the moon be full?” I asked. “What about clouds? What if you go inside?”
“All of those things affect my ability to be unseen,” Lusinda replied. “I can achieve invisibility with a partial moon, but then a cloud might interfere with my ability to maintain that condition.”
“I phase-in, become visible. First, I resemble a ghost, a vapor, if you will. Then, I begin to glow, it’s –”
“Intoxicating,” Locke said in awe.
I suppose it made sense. It certainly explained why they insisted doing the interview during a full moon and the need to protect Lusinda’s identity. “So you only go out on nights with a full moon?”
“Espionage does not wait on the phases of the moon,” Locke groused. I felt I had stumbled on a sore point. “There are inherent risks.”
”But you’ve never encountered those risks in a crowded Victorian ballroom,” Lusinda countered, her irritation evident. “I have.”
“There are rewards,” he said in a low, seductive voice. “I understand there’s something called a hot tub in the cave that sounds most intriguing. The candles are lit. A private feast awaits…”
His arm crooked at the elbow as he headed for the cave entrance. He disappeared inside but I remained on the beach, nurturing a margarita and wondering what it would be like to be visible one moment and invisible the next. The moon climbed higher in its zenith. The waves broke on a protective reef and thus met the shore in a gentle lulling wash of foam. Suddenly, a bright luminous light from deep inside the cave interrupted my quiet contemplation. It lasted a moment and than slowly dimmed. I almost dashed to the mouth of the cave to inquire that all was well, but the muffled sounds emanating from the cave suggested my presence would not be appreciated. Her words brought a smile to my lips . . . then I begin to glow…
Invisibility can be most revealing…
Which brings me back here. I have a copy of The Education of Mrs. Brimley for a commenter. Would you like to have Lusinda’s talent? If so, what would you do with it?
What other power would you like to have? Do you like paranormal mixed in with historical? Talk to me, and let’s refill those glasses.
Posted by Jeanne Adams May 30 2008, 5:22 am in Dark and Dangerous, debut, Jeanne Adams, Launch
by Jeanne Adams
It’s time for a LAUNCH PARTY!!! Everybody grab your hats and streamers. The countdown to Sunday, June 1, begins….five, four, three, two, ONE!
BLAST OFFFFFFFFF! My first, debut novel, Dark and Dangerous
, has reached
bookstore shelves – it’s been sighted in Kentucky already! – and will be out everywhere, June 1, 2008.
Of course, like any office party, I have to give the obigatory speech. Tap the water glasses with a knife so everyone quiets down. Get the microphone. Okay. Here is is. Party Speech.
You know, its the one that begins with:
“Wow. It’s been a wild journey. When this book was young, merely an infant idea, it won the Dixie First Chapter contest. The editor, from Harlequin, requested it. Before I could finish it, the editor left on maternity leave…..”
(Note: it’s a good idea to have an idea how the book is going to end if you’re entering it in contests. Oh, and to have more than 50 pages of it written.)
Oh, and the speech has to have that part in it that’s really inspirational, and mentions your team, your friends, your coaches…
“But finish it I did. It labored unappreciated in a LOT of contests. A LOT. Really. Then a friend dared me to really dig into it, really apply all that I’d learned at National and in online courses and really polish the darn thing. Hmmmm. I can never resist a dare. She also dared me to enter it in the Golden Heart.”
Then, in the middle of the speech, you have to have a black moment, where there’s a bit of despair, the thought of giving up…
“I wasn’t sure I could finish it. But I did. It took another nudge from my friend, but I sent it in to RWA. I never thought it would do anything. I had become quite jaded about the contest circuit, I must say.”
Then a milestone! A success!
“So, when in the midst of a plotting session with several authors, held at my house, I received a phone call from a stranger saying I’d finaled in the Golden Heart? Ummmm, are you sure you mean…Me? With what? Really?”
You could have knocked me over with Brad Pitt and a gun….oh, sorry, just HAD to put that pic in there. Feather, yeah, Brad Pitt and a feather…or just Brad.
Sorry. Having a moment…
Now where was I? (Quick, non-speech note about the GH – Enter if you can. Really. It’s more than worth the $50 if you final. Just look what’s going on in the Lair, if you don’t believe me!)
But I digress…Back to the Party Speech:
“I went to conferences, I went to National. I had editor agent appointments. I wrote.”
You have to wrap up the speech with a triumphant moment….
“Then, one day, I got THE CALL. You read that story last fall, so I won’t repeat it today but WOW! What a life-changer.”
Everything since then has been a bit of a blur, but everything came into sharp focus the day my author copies arrived. I had a BOOK. With MY name on the COVER. YIKES! Then it was reviewed by Romantic Times, and they liked it. I felt like Sally Field…”You like me, you really like me!”
LIFT YOUR GLASSES….DRINK…..End of the obligatory Party Speech. Now we can get to the FUN part…
We’ll see what you and the rest of the world think as Dark and Dangerous heads out to stores and to homes, bookbags and beaches here in June. In the meantime, call over a Romance Bandit cabana boy, get a margarita or a glass of chardonnay – pick your poison, and our bartender will serve it up.
It’s time to PARTY!!!!
What’s your celebration this month? Got a birthday? Anniversary? Escape to the beach? I need to know too, what you’re drinking today in celebration? Margarita? Jack and Coke? What’s your favorite party libation? Oh, and would you do a body shot with Nick Stokes or Bond, James Bond? Bwah-ha-ha!
Share the celebration with me. One lucky poster will get a Dark and Dangerous Beach Read gift, complete with a brand, spanking new copy of….drum roll please….you guessed it, DARK AND DANGEROUS!!!
Posted by Anna Campbell Nov 27 2007, 6:32 am in Anna Campbell, Celebration, Launch, untouched
Welcome to my launch party! Whoo-hoo! I’m sure anyone who regularly visits the Banditas knows my second book UNTOUCHED comes out today! Yes, the Green Monster is poised like Godzilla to eat up shelf space in a bookshop near you. RRRRRAAAARRRRHHH! And maybe munch that pesky Golden Rooster that has abandoned me for colder climes in recent weeks. I’ll show that mangy cockerel what it’s like as a frozen chicken! Ha!
Anyway, back to the important stuff. As your hostess, I welcome you into the lair which is decorated with green streamers and beautiful pink roses (significant in the story – and yes, Christine, I know you recognize the reference. By the way, I love how you gloat, girlfriend! Makes me feel like teacher’s pet!).
The menu is Boeuf en croute and roast chicken, both of which make an appearance in the story. Hmm, maybe the rooster did come to grief after all. And I’ve done my famous baked potatoes (Downundergirl will back me up here) in virgin olive oil. Yum! And lashings of champagne!
In the shadows, mysterious masked figures move around and dance to the pounding music. Of course, the song of the evening is You Can’t Touch This!
Who could those masked figures be? Of course it’s the Banditas!
This is Bandita party central! And weaving amongst the dancers are the real versions of Buffie’s avatars! Oh, here comes the magnificent AC with her coterie of cabana boys! This party will make the New York Times social pages! I can see it now!
Cassondra, get me a shot of all this. NO, CASSONDRA, NOT THAT SORT OF SHOT! Ouch! There goes the chandelier! And what a pity Richard Armitage was hanging from it at the time. Excuse me while I take him outside for some first aid… No, no, I’m fine on my own, thank you. THANK YOU, I’M FINE ON MY OWN! Sheesh! That Vrai Anna, just because she’s got the best shoes, she thinks she’s got the right to steal my victim…uh, patient!
Tawny, all right, you have great shoes too! You should feel blaze-ay about that! Helen interrupts the argument about shoes to offer everyone a Tim Tam! Yum! They DON’T feature in the book, needless to say.
Goodness, is that Demetrius running through chased by Joanie? No, it’s Joanie running through chased by Demetrius! Ah, thank goodness, we have our Regency specialists Keira and Madam CDW to add a note of Beau Monde decorum. Donna was meant to add the Victorian morals but she’s in the corner painting something. Well, at least sable brushes are involved…
Who’s that huddled in the corner? Could it be Kirsten and JoMama and Susan and Christie? Oh, no, now I know what happened to the other gladiators! Some things you just don’t want in your subconscious! Nancy, help me! You’re always a woman of sense. Oh, right. You’re busy with the sable brushes and one of the cabana boys.
I tell you, where is the modern world going??!!
No point asking Jeanne and Kate and Beth. They’re tying the avatar boys up and torturing them with feathers! I know this book starts with the heroine tied to a table, but really, girls, there’s no need to enact the entire first chapter! And there’s only one heroine and how many avatar boys have you got there???!!!
I look around for my last hope! KJ and Trish and Suz are dragging Pam forward to sing for us! At last some high culture! Oh, no, Doglady bursts into How Much Is That Doggy in the Window?
Caren, queen of the malapropism, has the last word – she calls the evening a in-your-farce sextragavanza!
Richard, take me away from all this!
Richard, where are you?
Sigh. I tell you, it doesn’t take much to frighten the British male these days!
OK, enough of the silliness! There are prizes on the go! And I think anyone who has read to the end of this blog deserves a prize although sadly, my postage budget probably won’t extend that far. There’s a copy of UNTOUCHED on offer and consolation prizes of a couple of Anna Campbell desk calendars and signed coverflats. Just tell me about your fantasy party! Anything you like. Where? Who? How? Menu? Music? Ambience? My favorite answers win! Hurrah!
Hic! I’m off for some champagne before these wild bandits drink it all!!!
Happy release day, Grace and Matthew! May green be the color of the coming season!