Thank you, Elizabeth, for letting me stop by on my blog tour. This is my last stop, and I thought I would talk about that dreaded R-word. Every writer will have experienced rejections, some kind, some downright hurtful, and some very constructive ones that will have helped you to develop in your journey. I’ve run the whole gamut of them since I started to pursue publication in January 2011, and with my story The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin, I’ve had a timely reminder that multi published or not, rejections still happen.
Publishing is a subjective business and sometimes the editor whose desk you land on will simply not like your voice, or deem the piece not suitable for their publishing house. This is what happened with The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin. I subbed a proposal to a well-known publisher, and received a ‘not suitable for their lines’ standard R in an eye-watering fast turnaround that left me quite breathless and if I’m honest stunned. It had been a while since I’d received a rejection, and it was a humbling reminder that not everyone will like my voice, and that my stories will not fit in some places.
It is perhaps ironic that I started this story with a view to turning down the heat content…
I can see my critique group laughing now. Turning down the heat and my writing — just not going to happen. Sure enough once Lakota and Alice are married, the gloves are off and their sex scenes are sizzling, and funny, and so emotional in parts they made me cry as well as reach for a fan.
In a way that rejection was the best thing that could have happened for this story, because I gave up my pre-conceived notions and just let Alice and Lakota tell me their story, right down to every last gasp, moan, spank, and ultimately tears of joy as they found their Happy Ever After.
Rejection plays a huge part in this story too, for it is my character’s ultimate fear of rejection that keeps them apart, and stops them from opening up to each other about their true feelings. Their black moment is a very black moment indeed, as their internal baggage screws their perception of real events. In their case, rejection is very personal indeed.
Back in the big wide publishing world, it really isn’t personal, though it will feel like that to you. Like I said, when I received mine I was stunned, hurt, and had a brief moment of, “maybe this story isn’t good enough”. However, my characters soon cured me of that notion. They wanted their story told, and like the dutiful writer I am, I sat down and wrote it.
Evernight Publishing agreed with Alice and Lakota, and snapped their story up.
In fact this is an Editor’s pick, and I received some lovely comments from her that made my day. You see, I strive very hard to bring my readers stories worth reading. They will always be hot, but there will always be a haunting love story, and The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin is no exception. I loved writing these two, and I hope you, the readers, will love reading about them.
I’ll leave you with the moment where those insecurities drive a wedge between them. Tell me about some of your insecurities for an entry into the contest. Details below.
Alice woke up with a start at the sound of smashing crockery. What on earth was going on?
“Sir, if I might suggest that—” Whatever Forrester was going to say was lost in Lakota’s angry retort.
“Get the fuck out, Forrester. The day I need the advice of a butler, is the day I slit my fucking wrists. Out.”
Another piece of something smashed against the wall, and Alice winced. It seemed Lakota wasn’t in any better mood than he had been in last night.
They’d had their chat, which had quickly turned into an argument over Selina.
“Selina is business, that’s all, Alice. I need her on my side until this merger is over and done with. I thought you’d be pleased I am turning my father’s company around. You’re the one who kept on and on at me that I need to make my peace with him. Now that I am, you’re moaning at the time I spend doing it. Jesus, I can’t win here. What the fuck do you want me to do, Alice? What do you want from me?”
He’d looked exasperated with her, running his hands through his hair until it had all stood up at far too sexy angles and her hands had itched to untangle his raven tresses. She hadn’t acted on that impulse though. Instead she had wrapped her arms around her middle and swallowed her angry tears back down.
“The mere fact that you have to ask shows how hopeless this all is.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Alice. Stop talking in riddles and give me a clue here. You went into this … this marriage with your eyes wide open. I didn’t force you into anything, and I never promised you the happily ever after. If you’ve now decided to change the parameters, then … then … fuck it, I can’t do this sober.” He’d stalked away from her and had poured himself an over generous measure of Scotch, which he’d downed in one angry swallow.
“I haven’t changed any parameters as you put it. I am well aware this is just another business arrangement for you. That’s fine. Contrary to what my family seem to think I wouldn’t be so stupid as to fall in love with you.”
He’d flinched as though she’d had physically hit him, and the hurt she’d seen in his eyes for a brief second had made her almost want to tell him the truth, but she couldn’t expose herself like that, she just couldn’t. So she’d rambled on, her hurt feelings and jealous suspicions spurring her on like some demented fish wife.
“At the very least you could do me the common courtesy to not flaunt your bit on the side in front of me.
“You what?” He’d shouted that question at her and looked about ready to murder her. A small part of her had rejoiced at his outrage, for surely that meant he cared. It meant he hadn’t done any of the things that devil sitting on her shoulder, whispering in her ear, said he had done. But the other part of her had been terrified as he’d advanced on her with white knuckled fists, and she’d flinched when he’d raised his hand. Why on earth she had done that she’d had no idea, other than it had been too reminiscent of the many arguments she’d witnessed Mary having with her so called boyfriend. Arguments that had ended up with her getting in front of her sister, taking the blows intended for her—blows that had to be covered by make up to not raise her parents’ suspicions—blows that had meant she’d kept quiet when she should have told of Mary and inevitably would have spared her sister so much. Of course that would also have meant they wouldn’t have had Beth and she never would have met Lakota. Swings and fucking roundabouts. Alice gave a short laugh in the light of day, but it hadn’t been funny last night.
Lakota had shut down utterly and completely at her reaction, and her heart had bled bitter tears at the tight set of his shoulders, and the awfully controlled way he’d been speaking to her.
“You really think that little of me, Alice? What, just because I’m half Sioux and grew up in a slum, I’m now a wife beating shit of crap as well as an adulterer, am I?”
“I didn’t mean…”
“Spare me, Alice. Your face says it all. For the record, I didn’t touch Selina. I wouldn’t go near the likes of her with a fucking barge pole if you paid me for it. She is a means to an end. Just like you, as it turns out, my dear wife. Thank you for reminding me of that fact. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, so you can stop looking at me as though I’m going to jump you.”
He’d slammed the bedroom door shut, and Alice had burst into tears. She’d cried herself to sleep, in fact, wondering when it had all gone so terribly wrong.
(for the official red hot excerpt click here)
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.
Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
I am giving away two copies of The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin. Follow me on my tour and leave a comment on each stop. Every comment is an entry into the contest. I will pick winners by random selection on Monday 27th May.
In addition I am giving away a copy from my back list on each stop. Good Luck, and thanks for reading.
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Monday 20th May http://badbarbsreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
Tuesday 21st May http://liv-honeywell.com/
Wednesday 22nd May http://erzabetsenchantments.blogspot.co.uk/
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