It’s official and I can say it loud and proud, while intermittently screaming in the process.


Laura is an amazing agent with many authors on the NYT Best Sellers list.

This is STILL me.

When she called me, I was flabbergasted, nay stupefied, nay–I was reduced to a woman of a few words having been in such awe of this fabulous woman. My mouth went dry and it felt like everything I said to her (when I finally got on the phone) was incoherent nonsense. Luckily for me, Laura seemed to be well versed in communication failure.

Everything going through my head settled back to–she’s calling me? No way! This has to be a mistake.

Of course, I didn’t get to answer the phone the first time around.

January 30th, 2015 at 5:56 pm EST. I’m sitting down for my anniversary dinner with the hubs at the Melting Pot. I’ve turned my phone on silent so as not to disturb our romantic night that includes a secluded booth, a teddy bear, card, and lots of wine. About forty five minutes later, we both here a magical little bloop, that shouldn’t come from our silenced phones. We check.

I have voicemail from a number I don’t recognize. Since I’ve been getting a ton of spam/sales calls lately, I figure that’s what it probably is, but I always listen–just in case.

Damn good thing I did! Laura Bradford introduces herself and wants to talk to me, ME about my book. On top of this already awesome night thanks to the best hubs who was clearly sent by the Goddess of love herself, I got a call from an agent!

I did not at all start bouncing in my seat like a teenage girl getting serenaded by her favorite musical artist–or ya know..like Dean Winchester just walked in to recruit me as a hunter.

Noooooo. I didn’t do any of that.

The waitress at the Melting Pot can’t prove otherwise either!

Eh hem. So, Laura is on the west coast, and thus several hours behind me. She said I could call her back within 45 minutes, or then to email her because she had an appointment.

The hubs who is so awesome said, “Go outside and call her!”

Of course, I couldn’t do that. It’d been forty five minutes later almost to the letter. An email instead then!

And then the wait.

She emails me back, happy to call me the next day. (Did I mention Laura is amazing?)

I have my baby cousins 5th birthday that day. I have to go to a play house full of kids and dancing frogs. They seriously chanted FROGGY when he came in like he was the worlds coolest rock star.

Anyway, back up a bit. I KNOW Laura is calling me. I grab my backpack, complete with laptop, notebooks, extra chargers–anything I may need for this endeavor. No lie, I over packed.

We are ten minutes out from the party and Laura calls.

A string of obscenities fly from my mouth because everything is in the back seat.

Oh well. Operation talk to the agent is a go!

So, I winged it.

I answer the phone…

And realize the blue tooth is on. The mic for which is on my husbands side of the car. CRAP SHE CAN’T HEAR ME!

I quickly turn off the blue tooth and for WHATEVER reason, the radio decides to blare like we’re at Woodstock.


The hubs tries to turn it down, but somehow it’s gone into the settings menu. FINALLY we get it turned down.

Thankfully, Laura was very understanding.

I’m redder than the ass of a baboon–which I felt like at that moment, let me tell you!

I gesture for the hubs to go into the party and talk to Laura. Seriously, did I mention she’s amazing?

At least there was an orange folder and pen with in arms reach. I talk to Laura, adore her from the start, and truthfully, I knew right away she was the agent I wanted to go with.

Now, here I am, represented by LAURA BRADFORD!

I just..I still don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t believe I’ve made it this far. I’m excited and terrified all at the same time going on to the next step. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be one wild ride.

And I can’t wait!




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