![]() ![]() ![]() It was not often that women were granted an audience at court. It had taken a great deal of begging, nagging, and pleading for her to get her cousin, Rolfe, to arrange this meeting with Richard II. Glancing down, she noticed that she had begun to shred the hankie she held, and quickly eased her hold, crumpling the piece of cloth in her hand to hide this sign of her nervousness. Some were pacing off nervous energy, others sat stiff and still, but every single one seemed tense and alert as they awaited their appointed visit with the king. I hope you enjoy reading The Deed as much as I enjoyed writing it, and that it makes you smile, laugh, and forget your own troubles or grief for a bit.ĮMMA peered surreptitiously over her companions in the antechamber. It was cathartic and lifted my spirits, and the minute it was done I wanted to start another. I wrote The Deed and I laughed my way through the story. When I couldn't find one, I decided I'd sit down and write my own. To help me in the endeavor I went searching for a book that would make me laugh. I had spent a year grieving and weeping over her death, had tired of the misery, and decided it was time to stop crying. You see, I wrote The Deed a year after my mother died of breast cancer. When Avon Books asked me to write a letter for The Deed, told me they were partnering with the Ovarian Cancer National Alliance, and that a certain portion of the proceeds would go to the Alliance, well frankly, it all seemed perfect to me. I wish that you were here to see what came of it. ![]()
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