What does your novel have in common with an answering machine?
Hopefully not the weird voice ("You have. Two. New messages.") Or the eerie, blinking red light. Maybe the groovy faux wood finish?
Here's a hint. I'm hosting at the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood today and the title of my post is Leave a Message.
All this was a rather convoluted and annoying way to say that the Rubies and I would love to see you there!