Ahhh, to be finally recognized as one of the Best of the Worst warms the Austen cockles of my heart. As I'm rounding the bend on THE GIRLS' GHOST HUNTING GUIDE and ZOMBIE TAROT this month, BAD AUSTEN coming out in November just makes me happy. Available for pre-order now from Adams Media, get down - get funky with my version of how Marianne and Willoughby really met.
Light bounced off the disco ball like tiny diamonds shattering on the gold lame dress pants hugging the aerobics-toned legs of Willoughby. Long limbed and nimble as a tiger, he prowled the dance floor at the Holiday Inn Scandals in search of a partner, his platform boots clicked on the parquet floor in rhythm to the beat of Donna Summers soulful siren call about the last dance for the desperate and slightly sweaty. Spying the cascading curls of a young woman across the room, he gyrated her way, his intent clear – their hands must touch, their breath to mingle, they must speak each other’s unspoken language.
It's Austen gold, my friend.