Here, pimp-pimp-pimp!

Okay, here's the deal. I've got a book coming out in a week from Dreamspinner -- my first for that press. And I really suck at pimping myself. (Hell, I'm still agonizing over whether or not to give my own books at GoodReads five stars!) I'm not a very popular writer; I don't have friends in high places; I even wonder sometimes -- often, actually -- if I should be doing this gig at all.

So here I am with a new-to-me publisher and a fabulous Anne Cain cover . . . and an ever-growing inferiority ...