Once developed, I wrote the first draft, did some revising and started entering it in contests for writers unpublished in romance. And it actually placed and came in second or third in a couple. But from the critiques I was receiving, I still had a lot of problems to fix. I had started sending partials out to publishers, but decided I had to go back and fix what was wrong if I wanted to have a chance to sell it.
Shortly after a complete overhaul—that included going back to plot level and throwing out a lot of scenes and chapters and rewriting—I sent a partial to The Wild Rose Press, got a request for the full and shortly after, got the contract.
But that was only the beginning. The manuscript had to go through a series of edits, then finally a proofreading. By this time, I was tired of reading this story and was more interested in the new stories I had in development, but as all writers do, I wanted my first romance book to be perfect.
So, now the work is done and the release date is growing closer. Are those butterflies flitting around in my stomach?
Since the blurb for Erin’s Rebel is already on my Scandalous Victorian page here on this blog, I thought I’d post an excerpt here to whet everyone’s appetite.
Erin’s Rebel Excerpt:
The sound of her name on his lips made her skin tingle. She tore the paper off the package. At the sight of the brooch, her breath caught.
“Do you like it?” he asked anxiously. “I had it made just for you.”
Eyeing him, she had a hard time finding her voice. This was Erin O’Connell’s brooch, the very one that had sent her back in time. It shone in her hands, new and unworn from time and wear.
What did this mean? She must be following Erin O’Connell’s footsteps. As far as she knew her being here hadn’t changed anything. Will was still destined to die this year.
“I didn’t mean to upset you, Erin. If you don’t want the brooch—”
“No.” She clasped the pin against her chest as the meaning of his gift sank in. “It just means so much to me.”
His look of concern softened into a lopsided grin. “I’m happy you feel that way.”
“Thank you, Will.” She slipped the brooch into the pocket of her wrapper, then stood on her toes, lifting her arms to circle his neck. She kissed his cheek, inhaling his musky scent.
His mouth was on hers, hot and urgent. The softness of his mustache and chin beard tickled her lips. She opened to him, her tongue slipping inside to taste him thoroughly. He groaned, pressing the length of his body against her.
Erin’s Rebel, coming to The Wild Rose Press July 17, 2009.
To read the opening chapters, visit my website: http://susanmacatee.com