A Debutante, Improperly Announced
It has come to our attention—via whispers, raised eyebrows, and one passive-aggressive note left under the cake tray—that the publication of this authoress’s debut has caused ripples.
We have received the veiled threats (and a few hand-delivered ultimatums) with the grace one reserves for bridge invitations from women one secretly despises. Each name has been noted. Each slight lovingly catalogued. Some have already been assigned characters. Others—well. Let’s just say your fate lies somewhere between an inconvenient duel and a scandalous elopement with someone morally suspect.
Yes, it is true:
A Dramatic Debut is no longer a rumour.
It is a published work.
With pages. And feelings. And the sort of impropriety that leads one to read by candlelight long past midnight.
And on Monday the 17th of June, it shall make its entrance into society. (Unchaperoned. Naturally.)
If you’ve ever longed to:
Be publicly humiliated by someone far too handsome
Pretend a single glance didn’t ruin your whole week
Find yourself dramatically backlit while refusing to apologize—
Then this book was written for you.
To those loyal few who have followed my scribbles, survived my metaphors, and indulged my obsession with brooding men and inconvenient emotions:
Your support is deeply appreciated, and hereby imposed upon once again:
Pre-order the ebook or order the physical copy on Monday 17th June (and claim plausible deniability if you faint in chapter twelve)
Leave a review on Amazon (ideally glowing, but I accept vaguely threatening admiration too)
Tell your friends. Or enemies. I’m not particular.
Let us make this launch improper.
Let us whisper it behind fans and shout it across the ballroom.
And let those who doubted us find themselves fictionalized with startling accuracy.
Yours in ink, lace, and petty vengeance,
Miss L. E. Watson
Writer, Romantic, Walking Cautionary Tale
Composed in a fit of inspiration (and possibly revenge), with ink-stained fingers and one eyebrow permanently arched, by Miss Lucine Elizabeth Watson— authoress, semi-professional scandal magnet, and confirmed threat to polite society—on the 9th of June, 1835. At present, she may be found pacing dramatically, refusing to sit still, and muttering editorial corrections to herself in public.