Announcing the winner!
The winner of my weekend giveaway or a copy of Love Unmasked, my lighthearted romance about a gay man who’s been unlucky in love because he occasionally turns into a raccoon, is AM Leibowitz. Congratulations, AM!
If you didn’t win, you can still get a chance to read it for well below retail price because Dreamspinner, Love Unmasked‘s publisher, is marking everything 30% off this week in celebration of RT.
What the heck is RT?
What the heck is RT, you ask? This was long a mystery to me, as well. Every year my romance friends would abscond to a major American city in order to meet up with “RT.” I concluded that RT must be a secret, but generous, lover able to woo and please innumerable paramours through the use of something akin to Hermione Granger’s Time-Turner or Doctor Who’s Tardis.
But no! Someone told me RT is, in fact, a book convention. Seeing as the friends heading there were mostly romance authors, I decided it must stand for Romance Thing.
Then one of my friends who writes young adult novels told me she was going, and I was confused all over again.
Turns out RT once stood for the Romantic Times. The publication began as a newsletter back in 1981, and for many years held what was called the Romantic Times Booklover’s Convention. But for unfathomable reasons, someone decided a rebranding was in order. The publication is now multigenre and goes by the enigmatic name RT Book Reviews, and the convention is now the RT Booklover’s Convention. This year, it’s in Atlanta. If you check out the convention website, you can see that it’s still quite romance-focused.
So, celebrate romance and enjoy the discount!
All books 30% off at Dreamspinner. Here are the links.
Shameless links to my Dreamspinner books:
RT for me?
Perhaps one day I will go to RT, as well. Though maybe not. I once had a job that acquainted me much too well with most of America’s ginormous-ass convention centers. It might be difficult to enter them again without immediately wanting to flee.
On the other hand, there is that amazing aquarium not too far from the convention center in Atlanta—so there, at least, I could flee to something delightful.