My erotic romance, Private Property, is going to be published by Samhain!
The long version:
Just over a month ago, Guitar Hero tapped me on the shoulder as I was sitting at my computer and said “I’m figuring that with your headphones on you couldn’t hear the thunder.” (It’s rather ironic because it’s thundering even as I type this post.) You see, on that day, I turned off my desktop computer and spent the next 90 minutes reading before I decided it was safe to boot up my computer again. One of the first programs to load is the gmail notifier program. And while the icons are still slowly forming on my screen, this tiny blue box pops up that lists the emails that have arrived since I last checked. A message from the Toronto Romance Writers, something from Marley, and … a message from Angela James of Samhain.
Oh. My. God.
You see, I’d subbed Private Property to her back in April, and on June 1st, she’d asked for a full. And now here was her decision. Either yes, or as I’d convinced myself – that dreaded ‘thank you for submitting, but we’ve decided…’ Well, you know – that polite way of saying “No” that we (okay, I) automatically interpret as meaning “You suck!” (Yeah, yeah, I know it doesn’t mean that, but I’m working on my self confidence.) As I cursed Windows for loading so slowly, that little tiny part of me kept my fingers crossed, hoping against hope … as well as cursing the thunderstorm – why oh why did it have to choose RIGHT THEN to come through? Didn’t it know I was anxiously awaiting that email? The next few minutes were sheer AGONY! Finally both Windows and Firefox loaded, and I logged into gmail and clicked on Angela’s message. And there I read “I loved it and would be happy to offer a contract.”
(I’m not sure I made that sound out loud, but I sure felt like making it.) I immediately started doing what Gizmo Guy calls “The Price is Right Bounce.” You ever watched the contestants as they jump up and down and all around the stage like lunatics? That was me. I ran downstairs and told the boys who gave me high fives all around. I then phoned BlueSue – the lady who told me years back to take my writing seriously and get myself to a writing group. *hangs head in shame that I didn’t phone Gizmo Guy first* By the time I got off the phone with Sue and phoned Gizmo Guy, I was hyperventilating. It was so bad that it took me three tries to get out the words “I sold” before GG could understand me.
It’s been H-E-double hockey-sticks trying not to shout it from the rooftops but after reading a series of posts over at Dear Author, and seeing that Angela James herself recommend authors who don’t have agents hire lawyers to look over their contracts, I decided to hire a literary attorney to check out mine. Thanks to recommendations from Rae Monet and Angelle Trieste, I contacted Elaine English and she agreed to go over the contract for me. Stupid me sent the contract, along with the agreement to hire Elaine, via registered mail thinking it would be faster than regular mail. Um, nope. I’ll never send things like that by the Postal Service again. (Sorry Marley, hope I don’t put you out of a job.) But next time I’m using Fed Ex, UPS, Purolator – anything that will take a shorter time than 2 1/2 weeks. By the time Elaine received the contracts, everyone was away at Nationals and I had to wait until this week to iron out the final details of the contract. But now the contract and all those pesky tax forms are winging their way to the States. And I can finally shout from the rooftops, and whisper quietly to myself: “I’m going to be published!”
I’ve printed off Angela’s email and for my birthday, Guitar Hero bought me a silver frame for it and had it engraved with my name at the top, and “To the Start of Something Fantastic!” It sits up on my desk as a gentle reminder for all those times I doubt myself.
Anyway, here’s a peek into what soon will be part of the Samhain library:
Mark Rodriguez and Jodi Tyler are more than employer and employee for Texas’ largest protection agency, they’re lovers who have agreed to a no-strings-attached affair. But when Mark surprises Jodi by arranging a ménage with his best friend Sam Watson, they must decide on the boundaries of their relationship. Is it open to the public? Or is it private property?
Sam Watson sees what Mark cannot — he’s in love with Jodi. So Sam decides to make some changes to the evening’s entertainment. Mark finds himself a frustrated captive while Sam brings Jodi to the height of ecstasy, forcing him to acknowledge his jealousy – and his love. Now Mark just has to convince Jodi to marry him. Once he convinces Sam to let him go so he can participate in the evening’s fun, that is.