I am so lucky. So very, very lucky. My books in the Spy In The Ton series have been translated into French (Oh. My. Gosh.) and are releasing this year. The Smuggler Wore Silk, or LA CONTREBANDIÈRE EN BAS DE SOIE, released a few weeks ago and In Bed With A Spy, or POUR LES BEAUX YEUX D’UN ESPION, is releasing in March.
So as I was talking with the amazing Fabiola from Les Romantiques Magazine, she mentioned a romance convention in France, Festival du Roman Féminin, and wondered if I wanted to attend. It looks like an amazing line up of authors, workshops and readers, so I was absolutely all in.
Plus, there is that whole Paris in April thing.
PARIS IN APRIL.
I cannot believe I am going! Eek! Ah! OMGosh!!! I’m about to jump right out of my shoes I’m so excited!
And then, andthenandthenandthen, I decided to hop the English Channel (did I just say that?) and go to London. (Did I just say that too?) I’ve been researching the streets and architecture and history of England for ages. I walked the streets of Beer, Devon, where THE SMUGGLER WORE SILK is set using Google Maps. I strolled down High Street, studied pubs and shops and houses.
I’ve been to London with Greenwood’s 1827 map of London, studying the mews and the roads and important buildings of the day.
But I’ve never been to Europe. I’ve never actually set foot in Mayfair—I’ve only seen it in my dreams.
So I have two questions for you. First, if there is anywhere in London or Paris you think I should go, tell me! Second, what location have you only seen in your dreams that you would love to visit?