So, the last time I had a book release and did my traditional first signing at my “home” Barnes & Noble, something amazing happened. There I was, shoes kicked off (for some reason this is becoming a habit) and somewhere around two hours in, I look up to find my then-boyfriend standing in line.

Me: “What are you doing?”
Him: “I want my book signed.”
Me: “You can have your book signed any time.”
Him: “But I want it signed now.”

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