Booksigning mishaps. They happen.

Once I signed the wrong name.  Yep.

On rare ocassion, I’ve spelled the reader’s name wrong, which is why I try to have people spell their name out for me.

But at last year, I had the signing mishap to end ALL signing mishaps.  This should win me a prize, I swear.

It was at the Lori Foster/Dianne Castell’s Reader & Writer Get Together.  There’s a lot of ‘free time’…just walking around, hanging out, talking.  I was doing just that, walking around and a reader came up, asked if I’d sign CHAINS.

We were talking. This was the first mistake. (I shouldn’t CHAT while I’m actively SIGNING the book)

I’d probably had a glass of wine, or a rum and coke.  This was the second mistake.

I was also supremely stressed, because I’d just gotten a phone call about my daredevil that damn near turned my hair gray…WHERE I STOOD…now this wasn’t my mistake-out of my control, but still.

So.  My brain wasn’t entirely…focused.

Halfway through signing, I stopped.

I closed the book.  Looked at the reader and said, “Um.  I just signed your book badly.”

She just blinked and said… “What?”

I started apologizing, profusely.  Very profusely.  Then I told her what I’d written.  She burst out laughing.  It tickled her to death.

She snatches the book away and I try to get it back, saying I’d get a new one. Nope. She insists on keeping it.

I’m mortified.

However, she’s just tickled pink.

Wanna know how I signed it?

Hi!  It was great beating you! Shiloh Walker

In my defense, I’d probably been thinking about beating my son.  Or maybe I was thinking about the BDSM elements in the first novella of CHAINS.  I dunno.

But she was utterly delighted…