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I don’t often get rocks in the mail, but I did today. In fact, I was hoping this package was the grain mill I’d ordered a couple of weeks ago, but it wasn’t. Obviously.

It was this:


As you might know, before writing for Harlequin, I’ve written for other smaller presses, and this particular press had used this rock in a marketing campaign over the summer, and then emailed asking if I’d like to have the rock for myself. I wasn’t sure what I’d do with it, but honestly, how often does someone offer to give you a rock with your book title engraved on it? Not very!  It was a very sweet gesture on their part.

I still have no idea what I’m going to do with it. It’s about ten pounds, and while it might go well in a garden, I live in an apartment… I’ll think of something! Door stop?? Blunt object with which to attack intruders? (PS. Please knock before coming into my home.)