I was messing around with my bookmarked sites on Yahoo and found this one.  (I need to stop doing this and write.) Forgot about this quiz site.

You Are a Red Pen

You have an eagle eye for detail, and this often means you end up finding mistakes in people’s work.You may seem quick to criticize or correct, but you think accuracy and truth is important.You like to be involved in every project. You feel like you put the polishing touch on things. You would make a good editor, detective, or accountant. When facts matter, you’re the person to call on.

Just for fun I thought I’d write out the beginnings of all  my first drafts and unfinished manuscripts stored on my hard drive.

The Gift–a sexier contemporary romance that is now being critique.

     Damn fool woman.

     Deputy Ben Washington was dying here, and all she wanted was friendship.

     Maybe he was the fool.

Saving Pale Moon–a more traditional contemporary romance. I’m reworking the ending of this one.

     Hunter Ranch, the sign above the entrance read. 

     She’d finally made it to her birth mother’s home

     Jessica Callaway stopped the rented Ford F150 near the entrance of the large ranch. Newly mowed grass and a level-load of loose stones surrounding the gate greeted her blurred vision.  Black iron steel, shaped into the letters HR with life-like horses floating toward either end, rose above her head as she entered the drive. She pulled the truck toward a split-rail fence and relaxed her hands around the wheel. Abby Hunter lived here.

(Jessie Callaway is the youngest sister of the heroine in A Perfect Man for Allie.)

See last entry of this post.

Passionate Spirits–a light paranormal. I toned this down and have now decided to go with my original plot. Major rewrite here. (This is my first attempt at writing a paranormal.)

            “It’s too damn tight.”

            “Would you hold still, Jen?”

            “No way in hell did women in the 1800s wear dresses this tight.”  Jen Ferguson glanced at her grinning friend, dragging in a deeper breath.  Barb pulled the two ties of the garment together, clinching her waist even tighter inside the punishing material.  Why she ever decided to get involved with the historical living area was beyond her.  “I doubt even prostitutes wore clothes this tight.”

(I really like the beginning of this one.) But I hate this title.

And now for the unfinished ones.

A Search for Forgiveness–a sexy contemporary romance. (Her two best friends also have stories.)

     Cass Rogers feared her temper would overwhelm her, would send her screaming at the top of her lungs into the crowded streets. She needed to get her anger under control before she did something really crazy. Like strangled that damn lawyer. Dragging in a cleansing breath, she peered out the window of the diner for another second, seeing nothing but the shadowy reflection of an unhappy, pissed-off woman.

         “Maybe you misunderstood.” Martina settled the hot coffee pot on the edge of the table before sliding her thin body into the booth.  “Maybe you should talk to him in person.”

         Cass shook her head, refusing to look toward her best friend.  “I don’t want to talk to him.  Why would he do something like this?”

False Allegations–a romantic suspense without much suspense. I need to make the allegations clearer.

     Barb Granger almost kept going straight on I-95 toward South Carolina, bypassing the turn-off to the campground completely.

     Yet she didn’t.

     She almost pulled to the side of the road within a mile of the Georgia RV Park as she slowly maneuvered the powerful Dodge RAM down the curvy road. Parked recreational vehicles came into view as she pressed her foot on the brake.

(This is only my second attempt at writing a romantic suspense. The first book I ever finished, way back in the 1980s, was a romantic suspense.)

‘Nough said about that.

Rosie’s Father-an erotic romance set in the future. This is my current manuscript. I’m debating on making this a series of three shorter romances or one long one.

       The male newborn’s cry pierced the air of the office the moment Amy Gale placed the tip of her needle onto his arm. Her finger gently caressed over the top of his still pink head as she lifted it from his skin and glanced up at the grinning nurse. “Hold him still, Mary.”

     “He’s a frisky one, isn’t he?” the elder matron said. “Maybe this little one will be different.”

     Amy only shook her head. Yes, he is loud and strong.

I plan on changing the name of this one, too.

Winning His Daughter–a contemporary romance.

           Madeline Grant had to be nuts.

            What had she been thinking?  Why had she decided to order this new line of sleepwear anyway?  Boxes of the sexy, provocative lingerie lined the hall on either side of her back office.  Soft, colorful teddies with matching silk scarves and blindfolds fell from one of the opened boxes, settling on top of an assortment of lotions and oils meant to enhance any woman’s lovemaking.

           She liked the stuff, but would the rest of Greenfield feel the same?

Maddie is the best friend of Cass in A Search for Forgiveness.

(Both heroes in this book, and her friend’s story, are cowboys.)

Rogersville’s Ghost–my first attempt at writing an erotic paranormal.

         Susan Nichols remembered this man.  Hard as the wood and steel of the hammer clamped in his rough hands, coarse as the splintered and jagged floor under his bent knees, ten years hadn’t changed him at all.  Unwanted memories flowed into her mind, memories of hands as soft as a piece of silk, of loving words echoing from a deep bass voice.

           She would recognize Jed Forrest anywhere. “What are you doing here?”

            “Who’s asking?”

(My Muse is yelling at me about this one now.)

I’m probably going to finish this one after Rosie’s Father.

Untitled–a sexy contemporary romance.

     “That bastard.”

     “What bastard are you talking about, Angie?”

     Angie Weaver glanced over at the small red-headed woman standing beside her. Emmie closed up her register before handing the grinning regular customer her bag. The older woman nodded at Angie as she grabbed the handle of the plastic bag and headed toward the entrance door. Her clerk waved good-bye to the departing shopper. Turning toward her with a questioning look in her eyes, she leaned into the counter. “Well?”

     Angie shouldn’t have said anything.

(I deleted the entire first scene of this romance.)

And last, the one I’m totally sick of now.

The Perfect Man for Allie–a contemporary romance that I’m tired of submitting and of editing.

            No matter how low-key and together a woman thinks she is, she can still lose her cool. Allison Callaway was close to that point with this frustrating aide. “Who are you complaining about now?”
            “Miss Wanda.” The young girl pressed her hand onto her protruding belly, rubbing the rounded swell of it. “She won’t stay in bed.”
            “Did you do as I told you to do earlier?” Allie glanced down at her pen. “Give her some milk and a snack?”

And, yes, there is a reason for my reaction to this one. My computer messed up and I lost the first half of the romance, so I had to rewrite it. (Thankfully the last few chapters were still saved in my folder at my online crit group.) Then I sold it to a company that decided to close it’s door to new manuscript. (I got back the rights for it.) Then it was rejected by three or four different electronic publishers.

Time to let it go.

So have you ever let a book go?

Even though I’m still waiting on my cover for A Betrayal of Friendship, I thought I’d give you a blurb of it here. This romance will be released January 22, 2010 at Whispers Publishing. I’m hoping to get the the cover soon, so I can post it.

Enjoy,

Theresa

A BLURB:    

      “You never wanted to touch me before.”

      “You’re wrong.” Before Mace could silence the words, he added, “I’ve always wanted you.”

      “But you hate me.”

      He needed to stop this now.  He needed to force the conversation to different ground, safer ground.  If she ever found out the true reason he’d left her two years ago, only weeks after his brother’s funeral, she’d never be able to forgive him.

     “Tell me the truth,” a tentative hand landed on his arm.  “I need to know that truth.”

     No, the truth is the last thing you need. 

    “Mace?”

    He needed to change the subject—and quickly.  The plane!  “Pam was right.”

    Charlene’s back went rigid at the female name. 

    “She told me and Billy you crashed the plane.”  He ignored her astonished look and bent down to stare at the dented wing tip.  “Looks like I’ve a mess to fix up here.”

      Her temper flared.  “No, Hamilton, I have a mess to fix not you.”

      “You?”  He was being unfair, and he knew it, but he needed to stop her tears.  If she cried, he’d be lost.  He hadn’t return to Kodiak after all this time just to get her to cry.  He wanted her smile.  Anger would do. “Yeah, right, like a woman can fix this,” placing his hand on the damaged wing, “good enough to fly it back to Kodiak.”

      “Why you—” She smothered her harsh words.  “I can’t talk to you now.”  She glared at him before she turned and raced toward the safety of the clinic.

      At least the hint of tears had left her eyes, replaced by more violent emotions.

      Unfortunately, even filled with that McIntire exasperation, the woman affected him way too much.

     Mason was in deep trouble.

Stay tuned.

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I like this place. The website has a way to post reviews, excerpts, and other things. They also do author interviews. Right now I’m waiting to see if my excerpt for One and the Same is okay for them. I’m also on a list for an interview.
Anyway to get your name out there is worth it.

For you enjoyment (I hope),  here’s the first scene from my Wild Rose Press release, One and the Same.  Please click on the title if you’d like to find out what happens next. You can get the book in either ebook or print form.

Chapter One

If Kate Williams could kick the police officer without ending up in one of the cells, she would do it. “Are you calling me a liar?”

“No, ma’am, I’m just saying I don’t believe you’ve got all the facts.”

Kate jerked away from the desk, shocked at the dark-haired officer’s comment.  “And what other facts would you like me to give you?  I’ve told you all I know.  Her neighbors told me she went to visit with her mother on Friday, but when I called her mother this morning Erin wasn’t there.”

“You admitted you haven’t seen her in three years.”

“I haven’t seen her.”  Kate brought her hands up and hit the desk in front of the man.  “But just because I haven’t seen her doesn’t mean I haven’t kept in touch.”

“And she expected you to be here this week?”

“Yes, I’ve been telling you that for the last fifteen minutes.” Frustration jerked her upright and, by the look in his eyes now, she sensed the changed direction of his thoughts.  She ignored his stare, glaring at his lust-filled expression.  “I’m only saying this one more time before going to your supervisor.  Erin and I planned this vacation together three months ago, and only last week she called me to confirm the dates.  She told her elderly next door neighbor her mom was ill, and that she was going to visit with her.  And now it’s nine on Monday morning.”  Kate dragged in a deep breath.  “I want something done to find her.”

“And yet no one knew you were coming today?” 

Relief eased through her controlled uneasiness when his look moved away from her breasts.

 “Not those two busybody old neighbors of hers or her boss and the other teachers at the high school,” the cop said.

“Why would she tell them?” Kate pointed in the man’s face, leaning tight into the desk.  “Those two old women are the sweetest, kindest people I’ve met in a long time, so quit being so damn condescending.”

“Hotchkiss, what’s going on here?”

Turning toward the new arrival, Kate held her breath for a moment at the sight of the heart-stopping man who briefly glared at the desk sergeant before turning to look at her.  She swallowed around the sudden dryness of her mouth as the towering man moved closer.

Catching her lip between her teeth, she chewed on it while staring through half-closed eyes at the stunning male.  He seemed familiar.  Something about him, an awareness she couldn’t quite understand coursed through her system, yet she knew she’d never met him before.  The man looked both imposing and definitely more male than her perception remembered.  Strange, she thought.  Something about his eyes, the shape of his mouth caught her attention.  A shiver raced into her lower abdomen when those disturbing dark-brown eyes returned her frank stare.

For a moment, she thought he’d recognized her.

“Nothing that concerns you, Hunter,” the sergeant snapped.

“If this is about Erin Fitzgerald, it concerns me.”

Only my imagination, Kate thought with a sigh.  He hasn’t recognized me.

“You may own half the state but this isn’t any of your business.”

“I was Erin’s friend.”  He leaned in closer to the desk.  “And her unofficial bodyguard.”

“Yeah.”  The two men stared at each other.  “I guess you should hear this.”  She stared from the officer to the newcomer, their dislike for each other prickled the air around her.  “This woman claims she’s Erin’s friend.”

“I don’t claim it, I am Erin’s friend.”  Twisting back to face the uniformed man, she placed her hands on her hips.  “My name is Kate Williams. Erin expected me to arrive today.”

“You’re Katherine Ad…” the man behind her whispered.  Louder, he added in a harsh tone, “You know Erin?”

“Yes.”

“Since college, she claims.”

Anger widened her eyes, deepening her alto voice an octave lower than normal.  Her old acting voice, sexy and sultry, full of promises most men seemed to enjoy.  Trying to control the deep tone, she dragged in a long breath.  “It’s the truth, Sergeant.  Why would I lie about it?”

“Yeah, Hotchkiss, why would she lie about that?”    

Kate dragged in a deep breath, refusing to look behind her at the overwhelming male.  When he moved to her left side, brushing his hand lightly over her upraised arm, she shivered at the warmth of his accidental touch.

Crazy, she thought.

“Well?”

“You tell me, Hunter.”  The officer pointed a thin hand at her.  “You’ve spent time the last few weeks with Erin, has she ever mentioned…her?”

“She may have mentioned her, once or twice.”

“Oh, just forget about it.”  She dismissed them with a wave of her hand.  “If you’re not going to do anything to find my friend, I’ll just have to do it myself.”

“Ma’am.”

“Kate.”  A large hand gentled onto her squared shoulder, sending a jolt of unexpected heat racing down her left arm.  The hand dropped quickly as she glared at it. “Your friend is an adult.”

“My friend is missing.”

“The police don’t normally consider an adult a missing person until a reasonable amount of time has passed,”  the bigger man said.

“She wouldn’t take off without a reason.”  Jerking away from his disturbing presence, Kate moved toward the large picture window before she turned back to face the two men.  “She knew I was coming today.”

Empty coldness settled inside her tight body, an aloneness like she’d never felt before.  She’d looked forward to her visit with Erin and had become angry and sad when one of the elderly women who lived near her friend told her Erin wasn’t home.  Erin had promised to discuss the possibly of the two of them doing a television series together.  But she was gone.  Kate didn’t understand why her disappearance left such a void inside her.  All she knew was that it did.

“Kate?”

Hunter’s warm bass voice sent the loneliness back into the depths of her soul.  “Look,” she said, “Erin knew I was arriving today.  You’ll never get me to believe she left on her own.  I want something done to find her.”

“Hunter, you handle this.”  Bored with the conversation, the sergeant said, “You probably have all the time in the world to try to soothe a distressed woman.”

She followed the second man from the chilled air of the police station into the warmth of the early morning sunshine.  A slight breeze lifted her hair, sending the strands flying around her cheeks.  She pushed it aside as she glanced around the quiet street.  Very little traffic buzzed past her this early in the morning as she walked to her car blocks from the police station.  Heat soaked through the loose material of her blouse and skirt, and she relished the feel of the sun warming the length of her long legs.  Peacefulness seemed to linger in the air around her, warming the chill of her anxiety.

“Erin told my mother she was expecting a visitor sometimes this week.”  A rough finger touched her clamped hand with brief warmth, stopping her forward progress. She glanced up at Hunter in surprise.  “With my luck, that visitor would be you.  Erin’s a sly one.”

“Your mother?”  Ignoring his last mumbling remark, she said, “Erin’s neighbor is your mother?”

“Mrs. Hunter, yes.”  A smile formed around his kissable lips, sending sparks of color into his eyes.  He didn’t elaborate on what had him mumbling earlier.  “I take it you met her.”

“Yes.”  She smiled.  “Almost as soon as I drove into Erin’s driveway, two women marched up to my rental to see what I was doing there.”

“They’re harmless.”

“I know that now.”  Suddenly, she realized why he’d seemed so familiar earlier.  “You look a lot like your Mom.”

He raised his brow. “You can see that?”

“Yes.”

His pleased glance warmed over her face, traveling from her hair to her eyes.  When his gaze moved down her face to her lips, she inhaled a quick, sharp breath. He jerked away from her and pivoted toward the early morning traffic.

The heat of the morning sun warmed hot over her tingling skin.

“Usually people don’t recognize us as mother and son.”

“They don’t?”  She touched his broad back lightly before dropping her hand to her side. “I don’t see why not.  Your eyes and the upward curve of your mouth are the same as your Mom’s.”

His finger lifted to trace his bottom lip.  “I never really noticed.”

She had an insane urge to place her finger on those glistening lips of his, to trace their sun-warmed shape.  “Very nice.”

A tight grin formed around that same mouth, moving slow to his darkening eyes.  “Yours aren’t…” He moved a few more steps into the parking lot.  Without looking at her, he stiffened up his back before bringing the conversation to the original one.  “Why do you think Erin’s in trouble?  She probably just took off with that professor friend of hers.”

“What?”

“Why did you report Erin’s…disappearance to the police?”  He looked at her now, his face pulling in tight lines.  “She’s seeing someone, you know.”
     Thrown by his announcement, she stood her full height and lifted her head up a dignified notch.  “So you think I’m overreacting too.”

“I didn’t say that, Kate.”

“Don’t call me Kate.”  Raising her hand, she continued, “I never gave you permission to call me by my first name.”

“Would you prefer I call you Katherine?”

“No, I prefer you not call me anything at all.”  Twisting around on her heel, she stumbled off the edge of the sidewalk onto the street.  As she regained her balance, she glared up at him.  “Don’t you dare help me.”

“I wouldn’t think of helping you, Katherine.”

Stopping at the door of her rental, she placed her hands on the handle and pulled hard before she remembered to push the unlock button on the key chain.  She sneaked a glance in his direction.  He still wore the same bemused expression.  She wanted to knock him on his butt.  Why she yearned so badly to do that, she’d try to figure out later.  Right now, she needed to get away from the temptation.

“Katherine?”

“No one has called me that in years,” she said.

“Your name used to be Katherine, didn’t it?”

“What?”  Did he recognize her?  “It’s simply Kate now.”

“My name is Matthew Hunter.”  Bending in a graceful bow as she stared at him, he stood straight again. “And yes, you may call me Matt.  I believe you probably know who I am from Erin, Katherine.”

The urge to ram the car into his solid body nearly blinded her.  Opening the door of her vehicle with as much dignity as she could muster, she slid into the plush seat and closed the door.

“I mean it.”  His sudden appearance crouching next to her window startled a frightened breath from her lungs, tightening her hands on the steering wheel.  “It’s probably a mistake, but I want you to call me Matt.”

Soft and gentle, the tenderness in his voice moved over her like a caressing hand over her bare skin.  His voice and the harshness of his words didn’t seem to fit together, but she didn’t plan on getting to know him well enough to be concerned.

“Kate?”

Striking the sensual feeling from her, she faced him as she rolled down the window.  The outdoorsy male scent flowing from him mixed with the scent of the nearby horse ranches and breezed into the space around her, sending a tingling ache low in her belly.  She didn’t need this now, but maybe she could use it.

“I’ll call you Matt on one condition.”

He smirked, but didn’t move from the spot he’d claimed near her.

“If you help me find Erin.”

He seemed disappointed, surprised.

Off-guard, she thought.  But why did her request surprise him?

“Look.” He leaned closer to her opened window, amazement still widening his dark eyes.  As if he’d expected her to say something else completely, she thought.  “Your friend isn’t in any danger.  She’s fine.”

“She’s disappeared.”

“You don’t understand.”  He placed a strong hand onto the lower edge of the opened window and leaned closer to her.  “I was her bodyguard for the last five weeks.  Believe me, she’s in no danger.”

“Yet she hired you.”

“Kate?”

“Matt, answer me this one question.”  She touched his tightened fingers, but snatched her hand back before the roughness of his skin tempted her to move beyond a friendly touch.  “If she wasn’t in any danger, why did she need a bodyguard?”

If you’d like to read more, go to The Wild Rose Press.

I’m still waiting on first edits for my newly contracted book with Whispers Publishing. I just found out a few days ago I was assigned a different editor. I sent her out an unedited copy of A Betrayal of Friendship and I’m hoping to get it back soon so I can start doing the edits. My release date isn’t until  January of 2010, so I have plenty of time to get it finished. My first editor, Cyndy, said it didn’t seem to have any major problems. I’m hoping my new one. Jessica, will think the same thing.

As far as my other writing is going–I haven’t been able to write much in the last few weeks. My husband and I were traveling back to Georgia from PA in our RV, and near Richmond, Virginia our transmission gave out in it. What a mess that was! We had to stay at a Super8 for almost two weeks. The first couple of days at the hotel were nice, but after a while I just wanted out of Virginia. We drove all the way through North Carolina the day we finally got our RV back–over 200 miles. We left Richmond around 6:30 pm and got into South Carolina around 11:00. Normally we don’t like to drive at night but both of us wanted to get to South Carolina so we just kept driving. My IRA account is seriously depleted but we are safely park in my brother-in-law’s backyard. Thank God he and his wife offered to let us stay here. If we had to pay a monthly site fee, I don’t think we’ll make it.

One nice thing happen on that dark, rainy drive–my husband and I had a wonderful conversation about one of my finished romances.  He read the first draft and had some nice comments about it. Some of his comments actually will make the book a better one. Even though they mostly enhanced the physical side of the couples relationship, his comments did make sense. He also caught a lot of things that will need to be fixed, deleted out or changed. I’ve been thinking of doing the things he spoke about anyway, but it was nice to be on the same page for once. I’m thinking of sending this particular manuscript to Harlequin Spice ebook, so I’m glad he mentioned some ways to trim it. The word count for that line is 5,000 to 15,000 words and The Gift is a little over 17,000.  I’ve all ready cut a good thousand words or so.

Oh, and some other good news. Mike is starting work tonight. He works for a security company during the winter months and they all ready have a job lined up for him. It’s only a temporary one but it pays $10.00 an hour. Hopefully he’ll be working full-time until May. We have a job lined up back in PA for the summer.

Seeing as this is such a rambling blog entry, I’ve decided to download page two of the romance I’m writing now.  (The first page is in the post above.)  The first page ended in the middle of a sentence that’s why this one started so funny. If you’d like to read the first page, click here. Here you go–

her? Why am I so weak? Why can’t I be more like my room mates and tell her to go to hell?

     “Hey, Angie.”

     A familiar male voice broke through her questions and set her heart on edge. She didn’t need to see this man now. She didn’t want Hunter Cartwright sweeping in here like a knight and saving her from another mythical dragon. This man always showed up at the wrong time

     But why should that bother her?

     Angie had inherited his attention when she’d moved in with Fallon and Emmie last year. Hunter had been looking out for his best friend’s two younger sisters for ages, and he’d extended that protection to her when she’d moved in with them. At first she’d enjoyed it but now…. She just wanted him to leave her be.

     “What are you doing standing there holding those wet clothes?” He glared at the older woman before reaching over and throwing open the door of the dryer. The woman frowned and looked away. “One of these days you’re going to have to stick up for yourself.”

     “I do, when it’s important to me.” Angie had no trouble getting past her need to keep everything peaceful at work or with her friends. But her family and strangers—that’s another story completely. Picking and choosing your 

Tomorrow I might put the third page on here for you. 

…even though I have five or six unfinished ones sitting on my hard drive. I also have three or four finished but still waiting for critique ones.

So what do I do?

Start another one.

Go figure!

My husband doesn’t understand.  “Why don’t you finish the one you were just working on? Aren’t you on chapter five or six?”

“I’m stuck.”

“Writer’s block,” he suggested.

“Not really,” I replied. “It’s kind of like that but it’s not. I know what I want to happen but I don’t know how to get to the end. I changed the plot of this book a few times.”

“Don’t you  have a few other incomplete ones? Why don’t you just pick one of those and finish it?”

“None of them want to be finished yet.”

The blank look on his face was almost funny.

“None of those characters are talking to me right now,” I added. “This new one is pretty much writing itself. I actually plotted this one out. Winning His Daughter is stuck on chapter six. And it took me almost a month to finished chapter five. I’ve all ready written over 20,000 words on the new one, and I know how I want it to go.”

“Did they have sex yet?”

My husband’s favorite part of my books. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“They’re not ready yet.”

His eyes glazed over at that comment.

Does any non-writer understand?

Just because– I’ve cut and paste the first page of my newest book. I just love these characters. I haven’t fingered out a name for this romance yet, but it’ll come to me. I hate deciding on titles.  

Chapter One

     All she wanted to do was dry her clothes.

     Angie Weaver held a load of wet things in her hands, turning toward the dryer when the older woman rushed in and pushed her aside. She watched with an opened mouth as the woman set her basket full of wet clothing on the top of the dryer and begin to throw pieces into its opened door.

     Her dryer. “I was using that.”

     The woman didn’t even look at her.

     “Ma’am?”

     She looked up at her now. “Did you say something?”

     “I was putting my clothes in that dryer.”

     She shrugged. “Too late now.”

     “I was….”

     The woman placed quarters into the slots and started the tumbling motion. “There’s another one over there.” Pointing to the far end of the roll, she added, “That one is just as good.”
     “Than why didn’t you use it?” Angie whispered.
     “I wanted this one.”

     Angie sighed. Gathering up her armload of clothes against her wet front, she moved toward the end of the roll. Oh, why do I always give in to bullying people like 

My heroine hates confrontation.  But don’t worry the hero shows up on the next page and helps her out.

Well, actually he just teases her.

Just received a special newsletter from The Wild Rose Press. It’s a one page listing of new release with the company and some old ones. One and the Same isn’t one of the old ones, but I’d like to get this out to you all.
Click here:
www.thewildrosepress.com/publisher/newsletter/RoseClippings_Aug10-09.pdf

I believe there should be a new Rose Clippings every other Monday.

I just received my release date for A Betrayal of Friendship from my editor at Whispers Publishing. It’s won’t be until January of 2010, but I’m okay with that.

I should be starting the edits in the middle of September. I can’t wait.

I’ll keep you posted.

I received an email from Whispers Publishing with an offer of a contract for my short contemporary romance called A Betrayal of Friendship dated May 15.
Yes!
Today I send in all the paperwork and emails needed to finished accepting the offer.
My internet access is faulty right now, so I’m forced to use the library computer.
I want to thank all my crit partners for helping me out with this book. You’ve made it a better one.

Funny thing is I sold my first book, One and the Same, to The Wild Rose Press in May also.

Hopefully I’ll sell my third one before next May.