Thanks to everyone who
joined me here yesterday at the start of my launch party for RESCUED BY A
STRANGER. Angi asked some great questions, and I heard some amazing travel
mishap stories. I hope the trip I’m about to lead you on—through the creation
of RBAS—is far from perilous. I love this book for so many reasons, not the
least of which is, it’s my first one. Not many authors are lucky enough to see
their first manuscript in print, and I couldn’t be happier.
Not that the finished
product is exactly the same book I started with. The original, begun in the
late 80s and finished at a pace slower than a sleepwalking tortoise, was called
ANGELWINGS, and while the basic storyline is still the same, the characters’
road to a HEA couldn’t be more different.
Many years ago, I wanted
to be a short story writer. I will never
recall exactly what convinced me to start an actual novel. I’m pretty sure
LaVyrle Spencer had something to do with it. Her books just brought romance
alive to me—and, as a writer, I wanted to write something that evoked those
same emotions for someone else.
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| Meet Elvis -- as Chad Preston |
I also watched, for the
umpteenth time (did anyone else’s mom count to umpteen?) Elvis Presley’s A Change of Habit. I was captivated by
the idea of falling in love with a ghetto-based doctor—especially one who
looked like Elvis. A man with a job that difficult just seemed so
heroic to me. The seeds of a story grew once I named my doctor: Chad Preston.
I gave him a tragedy—a young
patient whose death he blamed on himself—and gave him my heroine, Jill
Carpenter, with her own set of highly angsty problems.
I finished my masterpiece
and let it sit a while (translation: several
years). When I finally picked it up to
go through edits and send it off into the world, a funny thing happened. A very
good friend found out I’d written a book and asked if she’d ever mentioned she
was personal friends with LaVyrle Spencer! Long story short (no pun intended)
my friend sent the book to LaVyrle, who sent it to her agent—with some decent
comments on the first couple of pages. And … it sold immediately.
NOT.
Nothing came of that
except an awesome story. My friend got a huge hug for her amazing support, and I
readied the book for submitting.
To my astonishment, in
2006 I managed to snag an agent in a small agency. She shopped the book for a
year with no luck and we divorced amicably. Meanwhile, I’d written another book,
won a couple of contests with it, including the RWA Golden Heart. ANGELWINGS went
back to the shelf.
Fast forward to 2012. The
Golden Heart garnered me an agent and a first published book—THE RANCHER AND
THE ROCK STAR. I needed a story #2 for the series. I thought immediately that
ANGELWINGS would take “nothing” to spruce up.
In reality, the actual process
included much less sprucing than resuscitating. Somewhere between me creating a
masterpiece and the moment I read it fresh after six years, Chad and Jill had
turned whiney and annoying. The plot barely held together. The characters’ motivations
seemed infantile. I very nearly slapped the pair of sad-sack lovers and put
them away for good. But, my agent pulled me (perhaps unknowingly) out of the
pit. She apologetically told me she didn’t like the name Chad—in fact, she
hated it. I didn’t have to change it, but she thought I should know.
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| Meet Chase (not Chad) |
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| Meet Jill |
I didn’t want my agent to
hate my hero. So, Chad became Chase, and the new name was a game changer. It
allowed me to look at him differently and change his character by giving him
some backbone. To my delight, as Chase
became stronger, so did Jill. She no longer whined about her first world
problems at vet school. She got an offer to ride for the U.S. Equestrian Team
coach. She made plans. She didn’t need a messed up doctor to zoom into her
life.
And then came love. Nine
months after RANCHER was published, RESCUED BY A STRANGER was born. Lots of
edits and revisions later, I knew the book had turned out more beautifully than
I’d dared dream.
It took me a very long
time to get RBAS out. Too long in today’s publishing world. But the struggle
with this book has a silver lining. I’ve become a much faster writer and a much
more focused author. I really hope readers won’t be able to tell where I struggled
with this manuscript, but even if they can see warts, the blemishes now belong
to the story. And, happily, the next book will NOT take 25 years to finish.
Promise!
Exclusive GLIAS excerpt:
CHAPTER TWO
Three miles passed before Chase’s
beautiful rescuee stopped fighting the motion of the bike. Once he’d adjusted her
hold around his waist she hadn’t let go, her arms tightening with every curve
of the road, relaxing when the Triumph straightened. Now, her torso curved
against his back, finally following his movements and holding him like she
trusted his ability.
He didn’t want to admit it, but
the girl had power over him. It flowed from her touch and through his body from
toes to wind-whipped hair. Every dark memory he ran from, all his demons, had
fled the instant her metallic-tan Chevy had slipped down the ditch. Every good
instinct he’d honed over the years had kicked in. She might be scared of the
ride she was on, but her arms clamped around his hips and her fingers clasped
over his belly felt like they held his entire world together.
Dangerous thinking. He hadn’t
come here to meet anyone—especially not a girl likely a decade or more younger
than he. All this minor hero stuff would
only be okay if he remembered this was a rescue of her.
But, dang, she was great. Pretty
as a daisy in the breeze. Tough and snappy even in trouble. And funny. Once
upon a time he’d been funny, and she’d brought it out again. Along with a few
other feelings that had been dormant for a very long time.
He couldn’t afford such schoolboy
hormonal surges and, yet, what red-blooded American boy with hormones could have stopped a reaction to a beautiful girl falling
on top of him out of the blue?
A guy simply didn’t get that lucky every day.
And her arms wrapped around him
now felt good. As good as the wind tearing through his helmetless hair. It was
hard to deny the breeze in his face was heavenly. He wore the helmet because he
believed in it, and he’d given it to Jill because preaching such safety
practices to patients and clients came automatically.
Patients. Clients.
Black thoughts reared their ugly
heads slowly, like insidious little termites eating away at his temporary
peace. Clara. Brody. Tiana. His breath hitched slightly. Aw,
shit. Tiana.
Unexpectedly, the motorcycle
hiccupped and jerked beneath them, banishing the specters before they could
fully form. Jill’s arms constricted and every bit of her newfound fluidity
stiffened into ramrod alertness. When the
bike coughed and popped a second time and then a third, she turned into a human
vise grip.
I AM GIVING AWAY an electronic copy of “Rescued by a Stranger” – each of the four book launch celebration days
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Join me next Monday for a super-fun blog post about how one human secondary character turned into a dog! I’ll introduce you to Angel—a little black and white wonder of a canine who might just have the most appropriate of names!
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