that Alex can ’ t
make calls from the air? Come on,
Lisa. They spoke this morning. ”
She crunched hard on the ice in her mouth. I just stared at her.
“ Gird your
loins, girl, because the deal went through. West has optioned your book for one
million dollars — and
that ’ s just for the
option. There will be more to come
later. Your book is about to become
a movie. ”
“ Oh, my God. ”
“ You ’ ll need to sign papers, of
course — they ’ re being drawn up as we
speak. I expect them to arrive in
the next week or so. And then we ’ ll have a deal. ”
“ I can ’ t believe this. Julian West is going to direct a movie
based on one of my books. ”
“ Potentially direct. It ’ s just an option — now he needs to find financing, which can be a
challenge. But let ’ s face it — with that kind of
money tossed onto the table, he already knows he ’ ll have no issues. So, congratulations. After a
morning that nearly drowned us in a sea of ugliness, we have this to celebrate. ”
“ I wish Tank
were here so we could celebrate with him. And Jennifer and Alex. Without you, I ’ m
alone here. ”
“ Then how
about if you and I go out for a cocktail tonight? ”
“ Really? ”
“ Of
course. Why not? Meet me at the Waldorf at eight. Peacock Alley Bar. Have you been? No? It ’ s just been
through a major restoration, and I hear it ’ s beyond. You deserve to have your celebration — so let ’ s
make certain you have one. ”
“ Perfect. And who knows — maybe we will find you a man. ”
“ Oh,
please. At this point in my life, I
prefer to be manless. Certain
drives aren ’ t what
they used to be — they
galloped away years ago. Now,
listen to me. When you sign papers
for the film option, Wenn will issue a press release, as will West and whatever
studio he ’ s working
with. I believe it ’ s Paramount. At that point, expect interest in you to
heighten. The Wenn Publicity
machine will crank up, and secure interviews with all the major newspapers and
magazines. We ’ ve only just started to
build interest in you and your book. The ad in the Times and the billboard in Times Square is nothing
compared to what you ’ re
about to face. You need to know
that. ”
“ I don ’ t know how comfortable I
am with all of this attention, ” I said.
“ Then, my
dear, I ’ m afraid you
chose the wrong profession. Because
this is part of what it really means to be a best-selling author. Will you survive it? Of course you will. You have me and all of your friends
looking out for your best interests. Will it feel strange to put yourself out there to so many people? Absolutely. But this is business. And to get your business off the ground
in a major way, this is what it takes. Again, you won ’ t
be alone. You ’ ll have Bernie and me
there to style you, and there are professionals here at Wenn who will coach you
on how to give an excellent interview, whether on camera or off. ”
“ On camera? ”
“ Well,
yes. Don ’ t you see? Within a few weeks, you ’ re
going to be a household name. ”
CHAPTER
EIGHT
The next week was so busy, it passed in a blur, but not an unpleasant
one.
It was, in fact, one of the best, most productive weeks of my life,
which was good because I was beginning to miss Tank to the point that it was
ridiculous. We talked each morning
when I woke up, and each night before I went to bed — and we Skyped as often as our schedules would
allow us to.
But for me, it wasn ’ t
enough. I missed my boyfriend. I missed his presence, I missed his
face, I missed his quiet strength, I missed being near him, I missed making
love to him — and
yet I still needed to wait another week for him to return home.
A week ago, when Blackwell and I had our night out at the Peacock Alley
Bar, she gave me
David Farland
MR. PINK-WHISTLE INTERFERES
Leigh Bale
Alastair Reynolds
Georgia Cates
Erich Segal
Lynn Viehl
Kristy Kiernan
L. C. Morgan
Kimberly Elkins