Claire Gillian

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Woke up to this lovely press release from my publisher, J Taylor Publishing:

“J. Taylor Publishing Partners with Susanne Theune & Associates And J. A. Weber Literaturagentur GmbH For Worldwide Foreign Rights And Subsidiary Sales”

Oooh…more on this please…

“Susanne Theune & Associates, will represent the J. Taylor catalog in Spain and Latin America, and J. A. Weber Literaturagentur GmbH will represent the remainder of the world. Both will focus on language translation for book publication as well as other media.”

Wow…so this means Spanish-speaking readers could read The P.U.R.E. in their native language. “¿Dónde está Juan, dijo Gayle” Ditto for those who “sprechen Deutsch”. Of course this just allows for the negotiation of publication of my book into different languages, doesn’t mean there’s a demand for it…yet.

So, all my bi-lingual European, Asian, African, South and Latin American readers…please speak up (in your native tongue) and ask for The P.U.R.E. You won’t regret it!

For the entire press release from J Taylor Publishing, please visit their website.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! This is one of several successors to Six Sentence Sunday. I also post it as part of Snippet Sunday:

As mentioned before, I have a new release coming out around April 30th called Purely Relative (The P.U.R.E., #1.5). I revealed the cover on February 28th. Book trailer reveal will be this coming Thursday. I started sending out ARCs to reviewers last night. But enough about that. On with the eight!

Last week, I shared the very first eight sentences of the story. This week, I’ll give you a little more of Gayle’s stressing out over Thanksgiving with her boyfriend’s family. In the predecessor book, she and Jon were caught in flagrante delicto by one of Jon’s siblings who may or may not have blabbed to the rest of the family she has yet to meet. Gayle is in her bathroom applying the final touches to her makeup:

I shuddered and contemplated my lipstick shade. Harlot Red or Porn-Star Pink didn’t seem to be wise choices, nor did going natural.

“Gayle, are you about ready? We don’t wanna be late for the turkey carving.” Jon’s far-too-cheerful voice bled through my bathroom door.

Why was he so unaffected and happy? Didn’t he know they were probably going to hate me? In addition to not being Thalia, I was also responsible for getting him fired from the firm we both used to work for.