I'VE GOT A CONTRACT!!! YAY!! Part Deux

Sunday, November 1, 2009

I'VE GOT A CONTRACT!!! YAY!! Part Deux

So, what's the next thing you do after telling everyone?

Hey, I've got a contract. I'M A WRITER, A REAL WRITER!

I'M GOING TO WRITE MORE BOOKS! And they're all going to get published!

Go, baby, go!

Suddenly ideas are bursting, and that backlog of stories you've been piling up has new life.

Write. Dance. Enjoy. (Reality pops up a few lines down.)

Take advantage of it, wallow in it. Now all those years of sacrifice have been justified. If you're lucky and you have people who support you, you've still had to fit your writing in where you could, around birthdays and anniversaries, your day job, scheduling time to write. Even then,sometimes you may have found yourself feeling guilty for time you don't spend with them as you follow your dream, or the time you haven't spent following your dream to be with them.

If you haven't been that lucky, it's been even harder. I was told many times how difficult it was to be a writer, and why did I think I could be one. My father used to send me articles on how most writers can't make a living on what they write. True story.

On a personal level it cost me my previous marriage. But then I met my current husband, who supports everything I do. He truly loves me and I thank God for him every day.

So, write. Now you can hold that contract up to everyone and say "I'm a writer!"

And, you are.

You've taken that first step and actually published your first novel.

Be prepared.

There is no guarantee that the next one will be any easier to sell. Unless your first book sells off the shelves (Even that is no guarantee, I had a friend who was told her writing style was too difficult,that they weren't certain they wanted to take her next book) and your second book is a sequel or in the same style, they still may not take it.

Tomorrow - so, now what?

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Demon's Kiss

Without a doubt what tough F.B.I. Special Agent Angel Nicholas saw spotlighted before her in the center of the vast chamber was clearly the most magnificent specimen of masculine beauty that she had ever seen in her life. He was without a doubt absolutely, stunningly gorgeous.

Tall, he had to top at least six foot six, give or take an inch or two or three, and every single one of those marvelous inches was beautifully muscled, the firm curves of those muscles gleaming as if they had been oiled. His chest and shoulders were broad, the pecs deeply curved, his stomach giving a new definition to washboard abs. His waist and hips were narrow, every muscle of them—including his obliques—sharply defined. Even his legs were gorgeous.

Hair as dark and as glossy as a raven’s wing streamed as smooth and straight as a ruler to his broad shoulders, framing a face that might have been carved by a master sculptor. Every line of it was clean, perfect, from his broad forehead to his high cheekbones with their deep hollows beneath, his finely bridged nose to the defined line of his square jaw. His mouth was a thing of beauty, firm, neither too thin nor too lush. There would be dimples in those cheeks if he smiled.

Completely naked from the top of his horned head to his feet, it was impossible for her to miss any part of him…including those short curved horns and the sinuous tail that twined like a cat’s around his body, except that his tail was smooth save for the end of it where it flared into a point. The motion of that tail was oddly hypnotic, twining and swaying like a cat’s, too. A pair of partly folded wings arched up from his back.

His skin was colored a deep rich red—not copper, red , a dark scarlet, like the guy from that movie, and yet not—with odd patterns of black that shifted and flowed beneath the surface like a chameleon's skin, constantly changing, except that unlike a chameleon’s it appeared to be as smooth as silk. The shifting colors seemed to reflect his agitation—none of which showed on his impassive face, but was echoed in every line of his incredible body.

Beautiful long-lashed eyes the color of rubies touched with molten gold met hers reflecting both a kindness and an ancient wisdom. The patterns of red and gold within those eyes shifted and whirled entrancingly, enticingly.

He had fangs, the faint white tips indenting his lower lip.

Both hands and feet bore claws the color of polished jet. His hands were huge, the fingers long but strong.

Iron bracelets encircled his wrists. Something about them said that they were not decoration.

Despite the circumstances, just looking at him, at all the magnificent masculine glory of him, had Angel yearning to touch all of that gorgeous gleaming skin, no matter what color it was. She wanted to run her fingers through that silken ebony hair, to feel those long, strong, clawed hands on her flesh, that sinuous tail twining around her body as it now twined around his.

For all that what she saw spotlighted in the middle of the floor was frankly impossible.

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The man was beautiful. He had the face of a fallen angel and a body made for a pin-up calendar. So what was he doing on a dating site? His name was Rick, the caption said, and his profile was simple—if a woman was looking for good, clean, no-strings sex, contact him. He always wore a condom, had no communicable diseases and could provide proof if asked.

Just what she needed. But, she wasn’t really considering it, was she?

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For Cherry Stratford, that dream might just come true with the aid of her best gay pal, celebrated dessert chef Patrick Monaghan.

Create the most decadent meal the city has ever seen – that’s the challenge Connor O’Donnell set to the culinary wizards of the city. He’s celebrating his promotion to CEO of O'Donnell international.

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Although the Book of Demons has been consigned to the ethereal realms it still offers a danger to the Daemonae, for their enemy still searches for it. Should it be found again none will be safe.

More even than Asmodeus, Ashtoreth understands the danger the Book present to them, and so he searches for a way to find it, and get rid of it forever.

Professor Miri Reynolds, PhD, physicist and metaphysicist may offer the answer, for she holds a secret - a clairvoyant, she can See the ethereal planes, and to his shock, Ash, in his true form.

Even more of a shock is the fact that with one touch he discovers that Miri Reynolds is the one woman he can't live without. He who had thought himself too damaged by the past, too cynical and jaded to find a mate.

Miri can't deny the connection either, entranced with the exotic, impossibly handsome stranger with the seemingly cruel face and gentle hands.

Someone else is looking for Miri, though, and for the same reasons. It will take all of Ash's Daemonae skills and wit, and Miri's knowledge, to keep her out of the hands of their common enemy.

Both of them, in the end, will be tested...

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It is said of Fairy that if you are in dire need and you call the name of one, they will come. With his young son in his arms, his castle under siege and with only his High Marshal, Morgan, a handful of Morgan's men, at his back, High King Oryan couldn't be in any more dire need. Worse, there is only one direction left to run...up.

There is also only one ally to which he can turn. Kyriay, Queen of the Fairy.

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When head of security for Fairview Mountain Resort Jack Spencer calls, computer wizard and involuntary troubleshooter Carrie Anderson answers. Not because Jack's hot - although he is, but he's married - and not because she wants to, but because he's got something on her, he knows about her after hours, and sometimes during hours, mission to rescue battered women.

This time though it's a young college freshman who's gone missing. Her anxious father is threatening to go to the papers with the story.
It's up to Carrie and her knowledge of the behind the scenes world of the resorts to find the girl.
Unfortunately, Gwen seems to have gotten mixed up with the local drug lord's son and is now collateral damage to the Federal agents trying to shut Daddy Drug-dealer down.
In the midst of all of it, Carrie is still rescuing battered spouses and wrestling with her attraction to handsome new attorney Drew Martin.
It takes all of Carrie's skills to rescue the girl, avoid the drug dealer and the Feds, and still find time for Drew.

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Having helped lay the foundation for the Agreement that brings peace for the first time between Elves, Dwarves and men, Elon of Aerilann, Elven advisor to the High Council, suddenly finds it threatened from without by an unknown enemy and from within by old hatreds and prejuduce. To preserve the union created by that Agreement, he will be forced to choose between his Honor, his duty, and the woman he might just love.

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To her family and everyone who knew her she's dead.

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