I’m Barbara Edwards and I’ve been reading short novellas in an attempt to learn how to create one. Since most of my work has been over eighty thousand words, this is a whole new experience.
In case you didn’t know, I submitted a short Christmas Story to The Wild Rose Press for consideration.
I assumed since I am already published by The Black Rose this was a slam-dunk.
The rejection hurt.
Let me explain. I read the description of what they wanted. I wrote a decent story. The editor read it and said- not quite what we’re looking for. She sent a list of revisions she thought necessary.
I took a deep breath. And asked if I could resubmit? Hmm, yes, it has promise.
I hunkered over my keyboard. I read and reread the suggestions. I sweated. I typed. I deleted and tightened.
Sorry, rejected again.
Okay. Only the editor likes the story and will review it if I rewrite it.
Well, I like the story. I like the editor. I liked her suggestions. But I have a need to learn the skills necessary to create a fast-paced, romantic tales.
Romance in a longer book is easier. The glance, the touch, the first kiss are spread over many scenes. Short is not simple. Every word carries weight.
I’ve found I’m not the only one with a problem. A few I’ve read by indie authors show they need an editor. A few I read are great. The ones from The Wild Rose Press show the skill of the authors and editors.
So here I am. Sweating, typing, editing and tightening until I’m confident my Christmas story is the best one possible.
Did I mention I’m also working on a short story set in Rhodes End?
So much to write, so little time.
In Ancient Awakening, Police Officer ‘Mel’ Petersen investigates a death only she believes is murder. By disobeying direct orders from the Rhodes End Chief, she risks her career to follow clues that twist in circles to her backyard and lead the killer to her.
Her neighbor Stephen Zoriak is a prime suspect. Steve worked for a major pharmaceutical company where he discovered a weapon so dangerous he destroys the research. He is exposed to the dangerous organism. He suspects he is the killer and agrees to help her find the truth.
In the course of their investigation Mel and Steve find the real killer and a love that defies death.
“Don’t touch me, Mel, not unless you’re willing to do a lot more,” he warned as her hazel eyes flared golden.
“Don’t threaten me, Steve. You’re…”
He pulled her into his arms despite the alarm bells clanging in his head.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Her widened eyes met his. Mel’s hands were trapped against his chest, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, her fingers curled into his shirt.
Her mistake. His mistake was to crush her mouth under his.
Mel’s soft lips parted. Need exploded. The taste of black coffee didn’t hide her sweet flavor. As her tongue tangled with his, her arms slid around his neck and her fingers burrowed through his hair.
Steve hungered to peel the starched shirt off her soft shoulders, lay her on the thick turf and ease his desire. He tasted her brows, her cheek, along her throat, seeking the source of her call. Her pulse whipped under his mouth, awakening another need.
His teeth gently closed on the vulnerable vein.
He wanted, wanted, wanted…
Cold alarm chilled his pounding blood.
Steve gasped for air. He’d forgotten his own ironclad rule. Mel’s eyelids flittered open to reveal the molten glow of desire but he forced himself free.
He had no right to touch any woman. Not until he knew he hadn’t become what he had set out to destroy.
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