When Your Reality Is Like A Novel

When Your Reality Is Like A Novel

What do you do when you don't like the book you've written? The answer is easy, but the resolution is a more little difficult.  You pull out the parts you like and write a new book.  Ah, but there's a twist.  The book is on preorder across all selling platforms and you have less than sixty days to deliver a finished book to your new editor.  Sounds like the plot of a dramatic novel, but it's not, it's my reality
I'm not pleased with my November 29th release…What My Friends Should Know.  The fourth book in the Alex Chronicles series.  The up side, I like the cover.
 
If it weren't for the stringent preorder rules at Amazon/KDP (which I was aware of and agreed to), I would reschedule the book to January.  Unfortunately, that's not an option.
 
In order to finish the book, I'm going to do something I've in the past, but on a greater level…write a book in a month.
 
A few years ago, I had what I thought was a brilliant idea…publishing a book a month.  Yeah, that was something I don't see myself ever doing again.  During that challenge, there was a month when I was devoid of story ideas.  It wasn't until the middle of the month did I get an idea and in a week wrote a novelette. I'm calling on that writing muse to help me with this book. 
 
This week I've been on a writing retreat To get the juices flowing.  I'm locked up away from distractions writing.  I have a goal to write sixty thousand words in a week.  Let's see how I do.  Have a great August.
 
Of course, I have a few goodies for your library. 
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COULD HAVE BEEN US

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It's all fun and games until my best friend starts dating someone who isn't me.
 
This story starts when my best friend, Tanner, takes “having a girlfriend” to “completely ignoring me” fast enough to give me whiplash.
 
Making matters worse while I'm recovering from said whiplash, some guy in leather ruins my life—by stealing my parking spot in front of my favorite bookstore.
 
Making matters unbelievable, Leather Motorcycle Man is the new editor where I work, my new boss, and the only thing now standing between me and being able to publish my book.
 
Talk about bad luck.
 
I hate him; he can't stand me; my sister won't stop believing this is our Enemies to Lovers, Sweet and Sassy, Small-town Romance, seventy thousand words, confirmed HEA.
 
Trust me, I loathe saying it, but…if this guy keeps sneaking himself into the heart Tanner is vacating, my sister might just be right.
 
Cyprian Douglas—affectionately, Shiane—makes me want more than seventy thousand words. If he can promise me a never-ending series, I might forgive him for taking my parking spot.
 
If he can't?
 
I'll never forgive him for taking my heart…
 
Could Have Been Us is a laugh-out-loud, banter-filled, closed-door romcom with two grumpy leads, tension-filled flirting, and a happily ever after that meets all genre expectations.
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FALLING FOR THE BEAT

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What do rules and hearts have in common? Their ability to be broken.
 
Jessie:
Rule number one when it comes to relationships: don't. Especially if I work for him. 
 
For the last six years I've had one goal in mind—become a music therapist. I'm almost there. 
 
But as a favor to a friend, I show up to an interview for a nanny position. And fall in love with a four-year-old boy whose words are anything but verbal. The only problem? His dad is Chris Rivera, aka Topher Rivers, the bassist for Just One Yesterday. And it only took one glance to fall for his charm.  
 
Getting involved with a musician? Been there, done that, and shredded the souvenir concert t-shirt. 
 
So why can't I stay away?
 
Chris:
I've made a career out of breaking the rules. Otherwise my band would have never made it out of the garage. 
 
Jessie Bryant is all about rules. As my four-year-old son's nanny, she makes me want to create a few of my own. Rule number one: ignore my attraction to the woman thirteen years my junior. Especially when she works for me. When that proves impossible, I want to ball her rules up and throw them in the trash. Because every day it gets harder not to imagine what she tastes like… what she feels like… what she would look like in my bed.
 
I've never been good at following the rules. And her rules are ones I'm going to enjoy breaking.
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