My current WIP is moving ahead so–s l o w l y. Partly, that’s because it’s summer, a season when my protestant work ethics abandons me in favor of taking naps and guzzling numerous glasses of ice tea.
But the main reason for my lack of impressive progress is that I’m working on my first romantic suspense novel.
While I love to write suspenseful scenes, writing romance, at least to the level where I can slap the word romance on its cover, is a terrifying experience.
Please understand, all of my books, have a light romantic thread, as humans do what they are prone to do and fall in love, even when there’s a murder lingering around the edges of their lives. Those are side stories to the murder which always takes center stage. But if I’m going to slap the word romance on this wip, I need to nudge my romantic elements up a notch–or more.
I’m trying. Part of the effort has included reading deeply in the genre. That’s helping some, but I’ve been a mystery reader nearly all my life so the shift isn’t all that easy for me.
I’ve enjoyed the books, though, so I hope that’s a plus. Anyway, should you want to check out my final efforts, keep an eye posted here. I’ll announce when the book’s done and post a sample.
In the meantime, here’s the story’s cover:
“So how’s it going,” you ask.
“Ah…. some wins, some losses,” I reply.
I’m speaking, of course of my first efforts at live writing. At putting each chapter up at Wattpad as it falls from my fingers. As far as how it is going,.. well, I’m posting more revisions than not.
I’m not all that surprised. It’s my usual modus operandi. I’ve never been a “first done, most won,” kind of writer. Which was my fear to begin with on this effort.
One section so far, the prologue, I have managed not to rewrite.
So here, in honor of my one suspected perfectly fetching scene, I share it.
(And if you want to disagree with me, that’s fine. Post your comments below.)
“He’d followed this path home hundreds of times. He knew it better than he knew his own hand. So why on this night was his pulse racing? His hands sweating? He hunched his shoulders and picked up his pace.
Nerves. He shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets and cast his gaze over the glistening snow, He sighed and watched his breath freeze into an white cloud before before him.
Nuts, dumping Tyler had had been so difficult. How could he know she’d take it so hard?
He relived her fury as though she were standing here beside him. “How dare you,” she’d screamed as the tumbler tore past his ear. Her face red. A vein in her throat throbbing. “You don’t get to do this to me a second time. I won’t have it.”
He stepped past a string of pine trees. A punishing north wind slammed into him, Pushed him sideways He took a couple quick, dancer-like steps, arms flailing to avoid plunging into the frigid snow. He recovered, swore softly, pulled his coat collar tighter Sighing, he glanced down at his watch.
Late now. The street lights were on. But it was the pockets of blackness between lights that made the man shiver.
He needed to think. Needed to come up with an excuse for missing dinner.
He paused, cast a glance backwards. Had he heard something? Squinted. Shook his head. “Nothing there,” he muttered.
He set out again, his thoughts shifting to Angela. Faithful, beautiful, boring Angela. The perfect wife, who would one day morph into an exceptional mother. What had he been thinking? He was lucky to have her,
Had it been old habits or the siren song of a first love that had driven him back into Tyler’s arms? The woman was like a fine wine. Difficult for him to put down. But so what? He needed to stay focused on what he wanted. A respectable life. A nice home. A family.
Well, the affair was over, he thought with a grunt. He’d finished it this afternoon. He’d never slip up again.
He rounded a corner. A figure stepped out before him. He saw the glint of the knife just before it plowed through his thick coat and pierced his soft flesh.
“Angela,” he called out, but his cry was lost on the wind.”
If you want to follow along as I post additional chapters at Wattpad, here’s the link. WATTPAD
And don’t forget my other published stories. Links to those cozie mysteries can be found on my other pages here.
Thanks for reading.
The first book I published has gotten a new face. Murderous Relations, my very first published novel, now has a new cover. First reactions seem promising.
This is not only my first book, but it is also my best selling book. It enjoyed a good run when first published at one retail outlet but languished at others. There is even one outlet where the book only sold two copies throughout the many years it’s been on the market. But since slapping on a new cover, I’m up to 13 sales in one month on that particular site. Could one cover really make that much a difference?
Of course, I REALLY like the new cover. I hope you like it, too.
Murderous Relations was awfully close to being a romantic suspense story. But to reach that level, I’d have had to increase the percent of the story that was dedicated to romance. It’s in there. And is a lovely bit of matchmaking if I may say so. But I would have had to cut back on the mystery and suspense elements to fulfill the romantic suspense genre expectations.
Now, I’m working on a true romantic suspense story. During my writing of what is a new genre for me, I’ve been playing around with covers for the story, which I have titled: Blind Faith. Here’s my latest effort at a cover for my first romantic suspense book. I think I like it. And I’d be thrilled if you did too:
Follow Me is a romantic suspense novel featuring the young computer programmer, China Mack, who suddenly finds herself in charge of a project in which fellow workers are dropping dead. She quickly learns she’s in harm’s way, too.
In addition, there’s her handsome boss, Jackson Cooper, who put her in charge of this mysterious project and a new next door neighbor by the name of Clark, who unfortunately reminds her of Clark Kent of Superman fame.
Light and funny with some equally tense moments, it also includes a couple of bedroom scenes which are easily skipped if you’re like me. But overall an engaging read.
I picked it up at Amazon through the Kindle Unlimited program.
“You weren’t supposed to come.” So says Hetty Fox to poor. long-suffering Andrew. Hetty has just arrived in Chicago to visit an old friend. She’s been looking forward to being free of her ghost and the endless warfare that goes on between him and her cat. But Blackie is being cared for by her daughter. If only Hetty could have found someone to corral Andrew, her vacation might have been perfect. That is if that danged corpse hadn’t turned up.
Of course, Andrew is all for Hetty jumping into the murder investigation. It seems even in a big city, the skills of a small-town sleuth can be helpful.
Am hoping to release this latest book sometime before June 15th. Follow this blog to learn exact publication date or sign up with one of the other methods listed on my home page.
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The editing on As the Crowe Dies has been a slow grind. I became bogged down in revisions, not that they weren’t needed, but they certainly soaked up my time. In fact, the entire project became so absorbing that I’ve decided to change my writing pattern from hereon out. When working on future books, I will write in the morning and edit what I just wrote that afternoon. The change probably won’t end the much dreaded last edit, but I’m hoping it will cut the amount of time it requires — and the pain.