Good morning. Raining here and cold, but maybe things will green up afterwards.
Today is Day 21 of the A to Z Challenge Blog for 2019, and as things wind down, we’ve come to some of the most difficult letters of the alphabet. Today belongs to U. I’ve chosen to talk about unpublished books.
There are two kinds of unpublished books on my computer–those that aren’t finished, and those that have been taken down and are no longer available. In the first category, I have 3 books, one of which is finished and will be published in time for Christmas. Another is a sci-fi novel, the last my current wip, a historical/romance/suspense called The Price Of Courage, Book Two of my Canadiana Series.
In the second category, I currently have 4 novels. Just for the Weekend, Forever and Always, There’s Always Tomorrow, and No Good Deed. These books are unpublished because I severed my ties with the publishers. Circumstances change, and when a publishing contract ends, the author can choose to republish with the publisher or on their own. I’ve given up on traditional publishers for the most part and am now self-publishing my books, but only after I do a very thorough revision. Some books were originally novellas or short stories and need work to become novels. Others need polishing. To do that, I go back to the comments from reviewers and strive to satisfy them.
Take Just for the Weekend for example. In this story, two people meet under unusual circumstances in Las Vegas and hide their true identities. Have you ever been to a Sci-fi or Comic Convention where people dress in costumes and take it very seriously? Behind a mask, you can be anyone you want to be–sometimes that’s good; at others it’s bad. Cleo James has what she sees as a good reason to keep her real identity secret. She’s a school teacher with a strict moral clause in her contract. The wrong kind of publicity and pictures can get her fired from a job she loves–most of the time. At her best friend’s urging she agrees to attend a Sci-fi convention where she’ll let down her hair for the first time ever.
Sam Mason, a multimillionaire, is persuaded to attend the same convention, and like Cleo, opts to keep his true identity secret. He’s tired of gold diggers and wants to be liked for himself, not his wallet, but when Cleo mistakenly believes he’s one of the hotel’s famous male strippers, he goes along with it.
Their first meeting is a memorable one.
Here’s a clip from the story which will be released again later this year. The cover is the original one, but a new cover will be designed for it.
Cleo followed Mitch into the convention hall packed with hundreds of people in various alien costumes, and allowed some of the excitement in the air to calm her fears. She recognized outfits from various sci-fi movies and television shows, as well as others straight out of the video game world. There were several Orion slave girls in a variety of shapes, shades, and sizes, and Cleo saw the not-so-friendly glares she got from them—especially when one of their male friends stared admiringly at her. She nodded in return and chuckled when one girl gave the guy she was with a jab in the ribs.
She tried to keep up with Mitch who barreled across the room as if she were in a speedwalking race. Barefoot as she was, conscious of the icky, sticky carpet, Cleo moved slowly to avoid stomping boots and heels. She’d almost made it to the promised land of booth security when a giant, in snake-like make-up and the dark gray leather and chainmail associated with the Cardassians, grabbed her arm. He spun her around quickly.
“Hey, let go of my…” Her angry words died on her lips. “What have we here?” He
eyed her hungrily. “Are you lost, my pretty little slave girl?”
Familiar chocolate eyes pierced hers, and she couldn’t think straight. His whiskey-smooth voice caressed her; his touch ignited a fire along her spine. Realizing what he’d said, she searched for an answer.
“Lost? No, I got separated from my Klingon friend. She’s over there.” She pointed to the publishers’ autograph area where Mitch stood.
“Then allow me to escort you safely to her.”
Holding her close to him, he ushered her across the congested convention floor. He bowed to Mitch and gave the Cardassian salute.
“I believe she’s yours, but I’m entitled to a reward for coming to her assistance.” He smiled wickedly before pulling Cleo into his arms and capturing her mouth with his.
Cleo held herself rigid, but the kiss poured liquid fire through her. Of their own volition, her arms wrapped around his neck both to hold her upright and to encourage the incredible sensations to continue. His mouth devoured hers as if she was his last meal. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. When he slowly pulled away, she was breathless. She read desire in his eyes.
“Later, my Orion beauty.” He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
“Who the hell is that?” Mitch asked, staring after the gray-garbed character.
“I have no idea.” Cleo reached for Mitch’s blue-tinted Romulan ale and drained the glass.
That’s it. Come back tomorrow for the letter V!
All of my books currently available can be found on Amazon and many are available on KU. Check them out for yourselves. https://www.amazon.com/Susanne-Matthews/e/B00DJCKRP4/
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