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Can You Spot My Boob?

21 Apr

It has been a momentous week in the Malone household. My husband is reading my book, His Brand Of Beautiful.

Now to give you some context, these would be my husband’s favourite authors: John Sandford, Michael Robotham and Leah Giarratano – all crime/thrillers. The last book he read was: Dogs Of Winter by Kem Nunn which is about a journo who goes in search of a mystery big wave surfing spot and encounters no end of trouble on the way. I’ve read this book too and it is BLEAK. (Great book, but seriously. HEAs are very few and far between in this one.)

My Crit Partner was surprised to hear that hubby hadn’t read HBOB. My problem was, there was no way I was going to let my husband read it until I had some validation that it was actually any good. (Which, I now have, thanks to Kate Cuthbert at Escape Publishing, and some lovely reviews).

So when hubby announced he wanted my Kindle so he could read my book, I handed it over. Which means I now get the fun of sharing some of his comments along the way (comment in bold):

I like how you describe things. (And he picked out this passage below).

Dark fish-hooks and dagger points curled in his fringe and at his temple, a fat raindrop quivered like it didn’t dare slide.

You know? I’m not enjoying this too badly at all. (Someone tell me whether that’s a double negative?)

Then a conversation I never thought I would hear: Hubby on the phone to his mother talking about my book. (You’ll forgive me that it’s a one-sided conversation – but it will show you that I paid attention in Point Of View school!)

“I’m reading Lily’s book at the moment.”

“No. It’s good. I’m enjoying it. But I haven’t got to any steamy sex scenes yet.”

Me: *Blush*

But then this one came from out of the blue:

“I found a mistake in your book.”

“What? Where?”

Now I could tell you the boob he found, but that would ruin my fun. I have decided to run a competition for anyone who has already read HBOB to spot the mistake. I will give you some clues.

  • I think only a bloke would find it (or a woman who is very mechanically minded)
  • It involves an item of household machinery
  • It involves my description of a sound that machinery makes
  • It isn’t to do with a wrench or a spanner or a red shirt (sorry Juanita Kees)

Hubby’s reading of HBOB was interrupted by the weekend and its bevy of football games, but I have just been out for my Sunday afternoon walk and on my return, he is once again ensconced with my Kindle… and he’s just given me another comment:

“I think your main character, Christina, swears too much.”

This is the section he read:

Then she heard it. Pow. Pow. Pow.

All the air rushed from her lungs and she felt tears overflow, slide down her cheeks.

My God, Tate! It sounds like a hammer. Like our kid’s a fucking carpenter.

“I think Christina is too prim and proper to swear so much.”

“She’s not prim and proper!” I say defensively.

“Well, she’s the CEO of a winery… she’s a city girl,” he says defensively. “I don’t think she’d say that in a doctor’s surgery.

I get the last word: “She doesn’t say it, she thinks it!”

And hubby shuts up.

So having had my fun for the afternoon at my wonderful husband’s expense… I’m signing off.

Anyone who would like to play ‘spot my boob’… (ahem), if you can leave me a comment and if someone gets it right (or gets close)… I will gift any person you’d like to nominate their own e-copy of His Brand Of Beautiful.

 

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Posted by on April 21, 2013 in Marketing and promotion

 

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7 responses to “Can You Spot My Boob?

  1. Susanne Bellamy

    April 21, 2013 at 7:18 pm

    Now is the time I need a hard copy – skimming actual pages is SO much easier than on the Kindle! lol Hope you’ll share the answer later, Lily!

     
    • Lily Malone

      April 21, 2013 at 8:02 pm

      I’ll give you a clue… e-books have that wonderful ‘search’ function (or my kindle does)… you could always search for words about household machinery items… you know, washing machine, dishwasher, fridge/refrigerator, freezer, coffee machine, machine, dryer… only thing is, I reckon you will still need a male sounding board nearby to help you find this one!

       
      • Susanne Bellamy

        April 22, 2013 at 7:14 am

        Love how I learn about technology through these discussions! I’m going to have to try this now, you realise! 🙂

         
  2. Jenn J McLeod | Come home to the country...

    April 21, 2013 at 7:19 pm

    you’re getting good at headings with hooks!!!!!!!!

     
    • Lily Malone

      April 21, 2013 at 8:04 pm

      I’m a newspaper gal, Jenn. I’m down with the hooks.

       
  3. Cate Ellink

    April 23, 2013 at 2:41 pm

    Oh, I’ll have to go read again 🙂

    Hey my hubby never reads mine – unless I’m desperately in need of a proofer (which has happened – he proofed but made no comments re the story – I try to take that as positive!). I think your husband’s double negative (or is it triple, I got confused!) shoudl be taken as a compliment 🙂

    Cate xo

    Cate

     
  4. Lily Malone

    April 26, 2013 at 4:24 pm

    And the end result from hubby? He LIKED it! I told him to go give me six-gazillion stars and write a glowing review!

    The ‘boob’ if you’re interested is this. This section occurs when Christina is at Binara Homestead, talking with Bree after she’s just been busted wearing Tate’s sister’s shirt.

    ****
    Bree took a sip of wine and rolled the stem of the glass. She spoke as if to herself. “I wish he’d stop feeling so guilty. It doesn’t do any good.”
    “Who is Jolie?” Christina held her breath as she waited for the answer.
    Bree’s forehead wrinkled. “For whatever reason, I keep thinking you’re more than a client to him, and you must know all these things. Seriously? He hasn’t told you?”
    Christina shook her head.
    “It really isn’t my place to tell,” Bree said. But Christina could sense her inner debate. Devoid of female conversation for months at a time, she could see Shasta’s wife just itched for a good gossip.
    “Jolie was their little sister. She died in Africa, some six years ago now.”
    His sister. “Africa?”
    “Uganda. She worked there for a while. He really hasn’t told you?”
    “Not in so many words,” she hedged. “Why does Tate feel so guilty about a shirt?” 
    “It’s not about the shirt. It’s about—” The fridge thermostat kicked in. The hum cut through the room and Bree broke off. “Tate will tell you if he wants to, I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth. It’s the Irish in me. I can talk through a yard of wet concrete when I get started. Ask anyone.” She crossed to the door and held it ajar and the eyes of the two women met. “What I can say is: he should have got over it a long time ago. None of it was his fault.”
    Which left Christina more mystified than ever.

    ****
    It’s a compressor that hums. Not a fridge thermostat!
    See – I told you you’d have to be a mechanic to find it! 🙂

     

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