Wildlife report: raccoon got onto the deck while we slept. Broke the seed bird feeder and spilled a bunch of the hummingbird nectar – he left sticky paw prints all over the deck. Then a woodpecker pecked a nice chunk out of the door jamb. But the bear and the mountain lion passed us by.
I got an email from my editor for WHERE DANGER HIDES about the excerpts I'd submitted to her.
She's got a better handle on what the publisher wants than I do. I'm still dealing with the fact that although they publish romance, and they include sex-on-the-page scenes, they don't want you to use the word penis. It's a reader thing—and they ought to know their readers. It's also a reviewer thing--more on that Monday. Since that's their job, not mine, I follow the rules.
So, although the voting was overwhelmingly in favor of excerpt #1, my editor felt selection #2 would be more appropriate for the target audience. And since I know none of you remembers the excerpts, much less which was which, here it is:
As soon as he opened his mouth, Miri knew it was Texas. Had he recognized her? Afraid to study his face, she ducked her head, painfully aware she was blushing. Where was his Aussie boyfriend? Right. As if she really believed the two men were a couple. They'd been up to something in the study, and it wasn't sex.
He leaned on the back of the chair next to hers. The essence of sandalwood removed any doubt of his identity.
"We're both a little out of place here, aren't we?" he said. "Age-wise, I mean."
She shrugged, trying to ignore the way his drawl heated her insides.
"You didn't answer my question. Would you like a drink? Or a dance?
If she recognized his voice, he'd know hers. She shook her head and pointed to her throat. "Laryngitis," she whispered.
"Ah," he said. "I have just the thing."
Her comments: It gave enough of a hint of the flavor of the novel and enticed readers with the tension to come between Dalton and Miri.
I certainly hope so! And if you really want to see the other 3 choices, they're here
Next task--and perhaps the most dreaded, with the possible exception of sending out submissions and getting rejections -- cover quotes. I'll be back with that on Monday. The bulk of the painting is done, and the contractors are elsewhere today, so I'm taking advantage of some peace and quiet. Tomorrow's Friday Field Trip promises to be something totally different. Cleo Coyle is back, and we're going to tour her kitchen. And if you're taking off for the long weekend--enjoy. But please stop by when you can.