Fear creeps up no matter how hard I try to squash it

I think all writers can agree....we feel terror no matter where we are in the process of publication. I know many multi-published authors who get nervous about submissions....so they're no different from newbies. And they still see their fair share of rejection too. I'm definitely not a newbie, but I definitely don't feel like a pro either. Somewhere in the vast middle.

Queries went out this week for my new book, Pretty in Plastic, and I'm scared. I've been over this manuscript tons of times. It's been in front of many sets of eyes, from friends to writers group members to critique group members, but I still wonder if it's complete crap! One day I think it's awesome and then next, no so much.

Well, this is my last regular post for a month. Monday starts the A-Z Blogging challenge. Hopefully when it's over I'll have some encouraging news to share!

The process has officially begun!

I've started the querying process for an agent.

Many people have already asked me, "You already have a publisher, why are you looking for an agent?" Well...it's pretty simple. I ADORE Lyrical Press, but I'd like to expand my horizons and keep moving forward. Especially now, with Lyrical discontinuing print. Digital sales are soaring for them, but unfortunately, not print sales. I completely understand their decision and I love digital books and my Kindle, but as an author, I can't help wanting to see my books in print. Just yesterday I received in the mail the last print copy ever of A Bitch Named Karma. Pretty sad for me.

So, I've finished and polished my newest book, titled Pretty in Plastic. It's a book with a similar style and voice to my others- it's funny, dramatic, sexy, steamy, romantic. It's about a woman who's looking for a perfect fairy tail happily-ever-after...and she thinks she's found it. But the guy has a different view of their future. They both come from pasts they'd much rather forget. Here's the query:

Bobi Jordin adores her new job as receptionist for a plastic surgeon, and her perky new boobs—awesome employee perk. For the first time in a decade, she feels pretty and womanly and it’s landed her the attention of her super sexy boss. If only her mom and sister would get off her back and stop scrutinizing her every move. Yeah, she made some really bad mistakes a long time ago, but she’s not a stupid love-sick teen anymore.

Dr. Michael Gellerman prides himself on sculpting women’s bodies, with Bobi as his latest masterpiece. Shouldn’t every breast, ass, and thigh be perfect? It’s a rewarding job with no pressure to save lives, and he’s thankful for that. He has ghosts in his past too, and vowed to keep his love life fun and string-free. 

Bobi thinks she has finally found her sappy childhood daydream with Michael, but their visions of the future clash. She wants happily-ever-after and he’s terrified of going there…again. 


What do ya think??? So far it's gone out to 33 agents. I've gotten one form rejection...which came the same day I submitted, which I find to be odd. And one request for a partial. Fingers are triple crossed!!

Sunday Six- Pretty in Plastic!

***Warning***

**This post contains material suitable for ages 18 and over only!**

Here is another posting for my WIP (well...it's finished..in the editing phase, but I guess that's still considered a WIP, right??) This book got a glowing review from a beta..says it's was the best book I've written!

So here goes. And I have to confess...I cheated a bit :( But in my defense, two of my sentences only have two words in them! This is my main character's first time together! He just pulled her into his huge bedroom.

 Before she could take in the décor too much, Michael was at her back, kissing as he unzipped the rest of her dress and let it drop to the floor. Bobi caught her reflection in the mirror. Who was that hot Playboy centerfold look-a-like?

 It’s me!                           

She watched Michael in the mirror, standing behind her, his eyes locked on hers, hungered like a starved animal’s. Hot, moist kisses on her neck as he reached his hand into the front of her black lace panties.

Oh, God!

Her knees jellied and began to buckle under her.

“Let’s get you into bed.”

Sunday Six- a tidbit from my WIP!

Well, technically the book is finished. It's in the edit and revise stage!

Bobi's plastic surgeon boss is checking up on her new breast enhancements.

He stepped away from her, their eyes locked, Bobi’s breasts still on full display. The unmistakable sound of a jiggling doorknob broke their trance. She panicked as the jiggler knocked on the door and quickly buttoned her shirt like she’d just been caught making out in her parent’s basement. Not that she’d ever done that, but if she had, it would probably feel like this.

“Looks like my eight o’clock is here,” the doctor chirped. “I’ll go let them in.”


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Flash Fiction Blogfest!!

***Warning***

Today's post contains adult material, suitable only for those 18 and over!

Today I am participating in Ali Cross's fabulous Independence Day Flash Fiction Blogfest!!

The rules are deliciously simple. Sign up below, and on July 15th, post an original piece of flash fiction, 250 words or less along this theme:

"It's Independence Day and something unexpected happens . . ."

Here is my entry, a scene from my work in progress titled Pretty in Plastic. Warning: It's spicy!

“Where is he?” Bobi asked.

“I think he’s in exam room two.”

She stood. “As soon as he comes out, tell him I need to see him immediately. I’ll be in his office.”

“O-kay.”

She strode to the back corner, closed the door behind her, and stripped off every stitch of clothing. She may have scared him off that morning, but she sure as hell was going to reel him back. What was the point of having this body if she didn’t use it to her full advantage?

She sat on his ergonomic leather desk chair, legs spread with one hooked over the arm of the chair. Hope it won’t be long.

The door opened. “Bobi, make it quick, I…”

His eyes zeroed in on her, widening with shock, and he pushed the door closed. She stood and walked around the desk, pressing her body to his and a kiss to his mouth. Without a word she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his grey dress pants. He was already hard. That was a good sign. She knelt and took him into her mouth, his hands massaging her scalp.

In one swift move, he lifted her up and turned her around, entering her from behind. This was supposed to be all about him, but she wasn’t going to stop him from pleasuring her if that’s what he wanted. And if that hadn’t been enough, he reached his hand around to fondle her. It wasn’t going to take much. With a few more thrusts, he was quietly moaning in her ear as she held in her euphoric outburst. Couldn’t have the rest of the office hearing what they were doing.

Bobi turned and kissed him. “How was that?”

“Fucking great,” he replied through labored breaths.

Here is the list of participants!!