For those that don’t know what these new featurettes will be about, here is the scoop! “You’ll Never Believe…” will feature the weirdest questions or encounters that authors have been asked/had. Might be about their books or random things, like meetings in a bathroom where someone asked what brand of toilet paper they normally use. Fun stuff and inside scoops that an author would not normally share.
Today’s “You’ll Never Believe…” celebrates the release of Amy Daws’ latest book “London Bound: Both of them have a past-neither want to share. (London Lovers Series Book 3)”. In this one, the author tells us about how “South Dakota is NOT immune to the creepers…” *gasp!!*
“You’ll Never Believe” By Amy Daws
So I live in South Dakota. It’s nice here. It’s the Midwest, so everyone is super friendly. We hold doors open for people…we smile at people. If you’re driving in the country, you give the ‘ol farmer wave to other cars. It’s quite pleasant!
But we are NOT immune to the creepers.
You know the creepers. The ones that say things that make your skin crawl.
SoDak. Not. Immune.
I booked a signing at the South Dakota Festival of Books. It was a two-day event with about 50 authors and thousands of people right in my town.
You meet all types of people at signings. Aspiring writers, book lovers, super fans, swag collectors—you name it.
And yes…you even meet…the creepers.
I’m having a gay old time chatting to readers, when suddenly, this tall, dark, and well—probably handsome to his mother—fellow comes sauntering up to my table.
He eyes me up and down—slowly—just drinking in my whole body. Apparently, I’m his type. He licks his lips and says, “Damn guuurl! You fine as hell.”
My eyes bug out of my head and I laugh uncomfortably attempting to change the subject to books, asking him what he likes to read, if he’s bought anything good today, etc. He is not interested. Instead of answering my question, he starts chastising me for putting my hair up into a sock bun because long hair is sexy when flowing down a female’s back.
Again. Eyes. Saucers.
Then he says, “Long hair is even sexier when flowing down a naked female’s back.”
I pretty much just blacked out right then and there.
When I came too again…then, oh then…he begins gazing at one of my banners. Oh no…not that one, don’t look at that one!
First of all, I must digress for a moment to tell you that the first book I ever wrote was a memoir. It is my true story that details the years I suffered through multiple miscarriages. It’s an emotional, heart-wrenching read that I’m incredibly proud of. Anyways, that book cover happens to be a close up of my belly. It’s a beautiful shot of my hand over my large pregnant belly holding a necklace that has five tiny, golden rings attached to it. Those rings represent my five angel babies, so to say it’s sentimental is an understatement.
This guy…this creeper…looks at my banner, then looks at me squinting and asks, “That cho baby in there guuuurl?”
Despite myself, I nod. What else could I say! It says memoir on the damn cover!
He licks his lips appreciatively and says, “I want to know all about you. I can read all about you.”
Never in my life have I ever regretted writing a memoir until that moment.
Thankfully, creeper did not buy a book from me that day and I have not heard from him again. I’m sure he’s busy creeping other sock bun-wearing women out there everywhere.