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Sneak Peek: Paperbacks in November

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I’m delighted to announce that Vintage will be publishing both As Sweet As Honey and Inheritance as paperbacks, on November 5, 2013.  The date is coincidental but serendipitous, as it happens to be my birthday.  It is been tremendously fun and fulfilling to have a new novel out after so many years.  I’ll celebrate the sixth-month anniversary of As Sweet As Honey in mid-August.  My agency with Sandra, Elise, and Andrea at the helm is patient and enthusiastic, cheering me up when my spirits were down, and  applauding my small steps.  I am so grateful Sonny Mehta signed off on the project with his blessings, and that Ann, my editor par excellence, stood by me as the novel took its final shape.  Sara, my publicist, has been promoted, and I am now in the capable hands of Erinn, whom I look forward to working with.  Random House merged with Penguin, combining two of my favorite houses to ally against faceless corporate booksellers. And now, Vintage, keeping me in print.  An embarrassment of riches.

Here is a peek at the new covers:

Vintage Cover for As Sweet As Honey

Vintage Cover for As Sweet As Honey

Vintage cover for Inheritance

Vintage cover for Inheritance

Beekeeping

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A friend of mine keeps bees and invited me along to help her introduce a new queen to the hive. I held a small box which contained the new queen and her attendants as they munched away on sugar. A cork that my friend dislodged would create a way for the queen to eat her way out of the box to the new hive, but slowly, so the bees all had time to adjust to one another. We prepared a sugar syrup to spray the bees to help calm them down, and attired in beekeep veils and jumpsuit, my friend led the way to the hive. Using a smoker, she slowly pushed the bees away as she removed box after box of the bee hive or complex, inspecting the screens for cells. Bravely, she scraped off bee cells, while I stood several feet away, ready with the queen. We could hear the burbling sound the bees made and when I ventured close, I could see the way they clustered close, jam-packed like Ashtangis at a popular studio, only much, much more crowded. Finally, my friend asked me to bring over the queen, and she lowered her in. Then each box had to go back.

Finally finished, we toasted our work with wine spritzers as the bees set out to eventually, in their own time, make honey.

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