A few years ago I read a blog post by an author on deadline who hated the book she'd written so much that she deleted it. With something like 28 days left before she had to turn in the book, she deleted it and started again on page one. What?!
I thought she was nuts! Seriously, had she completely lost her mind?! Then 2017 happened to me...
The year began with a virus that turned into pneumonia. Two courses of antibiotics later, I barely felt better. Pneumonia turned into the stomach flu and after two months of being sick... I'd completely missed my deadline to release Haunted. I was forced to postpone.
Fast forward a few months of frantic writing whenever the day job permitted. I finally had the first draft done. Hallelujah! Until I read through the book from beginning to end and hated it. Yes, hated it. This is not the story I wanted to tell. This didn't do Kirk and Ava justice. So what did I do? The only thing I could do. I deleted the book.
Yes, you read that right. I. Deleted. The. Book.
I finally understand why that author made the decision she made so many years ago. I know exactly why she deleted the book and started over instead of attempting to fix the parts she hated. Because sometimes it's just easier to start over. Sometimes you have to accept the fact that what you have is garbage and go back to the proverbial drawing board.
So that's what I've done. I threw out the disastrous first take on a story was meant to be hauntingly beautiful but completely missed the mark. Why? In favor of writing the story you, my readers, deserve. The story I always meant to tell. One of two lonely souls who realize how much more they can be -- together.
My writing inspiration for the week...
I discovered this beautiful dress on a resale site in my area and fell in love. Unfortunately it isn't my size. Well, maybe it's fortunate since the only place I could wear it is around my house. LOL
Since cleaning the house in a white dress and tiara is completely unpractical,
I decided that one of my characters needs to have this dress.
What inspires you?
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Hey, Mom, I dug you a few new holes to plant some flowers!
You wanted flowers in the middle of the yard, right?
20 quickie facts about Joe Campbell:
Birthday? November 27
Favorite color? Black
Birthmark or scars? None
Tattoos? Two: A Chinese Dragon that wraps around my left upper arm and onto my chest and a G clef and measures of music on my right wrist.
Siblings? One sister
City of residence? Prestbury, England
If you were a jelly bean flavor, what flavor would you be? Why would I be a jelly bean flavor?
Occupation? Lead singer of alternative metal band, Bind Man’s Alibi
Hobbies? Drinking & Sex
Favorite song? Alienation
Name one item in your refrigerator right now? I have been on tour for a year and a half. It bloody well better be empty.
Your greatest fear? Losing Emma. Finding myself right back with the fakes and the liars -with my old friend darkness.
Most treasured possession? My Koenigsegg Agera RS
Special talent? Being a no good asshole.
Cat or dog? Dog
Pet peeve? Fakes
Unforgettable moment? The night I looked down and spotted Emma looking up at him from the audience like a ray of sunshine.
Spicy or not? Spicy
Favorite guilty pleasure? Jameson
If you could ask your author one question, what would it be? Why didn’t you bring Em into my life sooner?
I stumbled upon this photograph earlier this week and knew I had to share. I was immediately inspired - not just by his good looks, either. Every time I look at it my mind starts rolling through all of the different scenarios he could be in the center of, and the story ideas explode!
Oh the places he and I could go!
What inspires you?
Please help me welcome my friend Angel Nicholas to the blog today. We're together celebrating her new romantic suspense, Blood Will Tell.
With the purchase of a darling little house on the Washington coast, Laura Nichols took decisive control of her life. The dramatic ocean vistas are the only type of drama she’s willing to allow in her life these days. As a bonus, small towns are toxic to power hungry alpha males. Clean salt air, blue skies, and wet sand stuck to the soles of her feet sound like heaven.
Pity no one told her heaven comes with an expiration label that closely resembles the toe tag on a John Doe. Or that the chief of police in her sleepy town would be more alpha, and far more irresistible, than any Gucci suit wearing date she’d suffered through in Olympia. And if her high-ranking political family finds out about the attempts on her life, a security detail will be camped out in her living room. But hey, what’s a little attempted murder between friends?
Nate opened the screen door, stepped inside and her small foyer shrank. He stood a head taller than the shorter officer, with the thick, muscled body of a defensive linebacker. Not handsome exactly, which made it difficult to understand why she couldn’t tear her gaze free. Could have something to do with the way danger and magnetic appeal wrapped around his broad shoulders like a super hero’s cape.
Nate’s gaze was decidedly cool. “I don’t see any children, Kev.”
Aloof and deep, his voice penetrated her defenses, a one-ton diesel truck idling in the drive; power, masculinity, freedom… raw virility in its truest form. A flush warmed her skin, her body softening in subtle submission.
Inhaling deeply, she watched him take her in from the tip of her bright red toenails to the top of her mussed hair. For all the emotion he showed, she could have been a bag of potato chips on a store shelf. Laura’s spine snapped straight as she shook off the haze of attraction, fisted her hands at her sides and narrowed her eyes.
“I’m Chief Nathaniel Sterling with the Long Beach Police Department. You’re Miss Nichols?” At her nod, he flipped open the front of his tweed blazer to reveal the butt of a very large black gun. He slipped his thumbs into his front pockets, splaying long fingers across the front of dark trousers and glanced down her hall. His eyes narrowed, turning his expression darker, more formidable, as it returned to her. “Want to tell me what happened tonight?”
No, I thought we could play a little guessing game.
“Do I have a choice?” Yeah, intimidation had never worked well on her.
He arched a dark brow.
Neat trick. Did he practice in front of a mirror? She rubbed her forehead and sighed. When had she become such a royal witch? “I’m going to get dressed first.”
A beat passed as once more his hard gaze moved over her like a physical touch, spreading heat through her belly. Every second in his presence notched her awareness up until she wanted to scream. She’d had her fill of controlling, arrogant men. In fact, in moving beyond her family’s sphere of influence, she hoped to find a nice, normal guy—the exact opposite of Chief Sterling, based on the vibes coming off him.
“Sure,” he said. “I’ll wait.”
Gee, thanks.” Laura spun on her heel and jogged up the steps, feeling his gaze on her the whole way.
Miss Nichols’ simple oversized sleep tee exposed one creamy shoulder, teasingly outlining killer curves when she moved. Nate watched her run up the steps, mesmerized by the flash of smooth legs, gorgeous riot of hair and jiggle of her firm ass. He enjoyed the view, but the spark of sass and irritation he’d seen in her eyes made him hot under the collar.
Usually, something along the lines of light reflecting off a gun barrel was required to snare the entirety of his attention. A woman? Not if he could help it.
Much to my regret, I must postpone the release of HAUNTED (Blind Man’s Alibi #2). As many of you know I have been fighting pneumonia since around Christmas. About ten days ago I finally got a clean bill of health only to fall sick again. The amount of time I’ve been ill has put a hurt on my writing so I’m pushing back the release of Haunted in order to deliver the best story I can. The story you, as my readers, deserve.
Thank you for understanding.
Coming Soon from Lyrical Underground
A Likely Story by AJ Nuest
An Eye for an EyeAs owner of Dirty Deeds, a tech-savvy company specializing in the age-old art of revenge, Eden Smith knows first-hand that secrecy is critical. But when a dead body washes up on the shores of Lake Michigan clutching her business card, Eden’s well-constructed world begins to fall apart. Apparently, she’s not the only one with a passion for payback, and staying alive to outsmart a killer has become her most important job of all.
Game for a Game
Hardened homicide detective Kelly Riordan is convinced Eden Smith is hiding more than she’s willing to admit. Years on the force have taught him that nothing is what it seems, and that couldn’t be truer than when it comes to investigating the alluring owner of a revenge-for-hire business. But revealing her past could put everything Eden has worked for in jeopardy. And trusting a man like Riordan goes against the very instincts that have kept her alive this long.
Book one in the highly-anticipated
Dirty Deeds, A Likely Story Series!
Kelly’s phone chirped, and he frowned, slipping it from the pocket of his jeans. A glance at the caller ID, and he jerked to attention. “Holy shit.”
He knew that number. It’d been the bane of existence for the past forty-eight hours.
Archer lifted his brows. “Problem?”
Holding up his hand, Kelly thumbed the screen. Whether or not this call qualified as a problem was still up for grabs. “Riordan.”
“I heard you’ve been looking for me, Detective.” The voice was female, soft, held a slight hint of humor. Yep. He raked his hand through his hair. This was gonna be a problem, all right. “I hope you don’t mind that I called.”
His brows jacked toward his hairline. Mind that she called? What the hell was she trying to pull? For Christ’s sake, the woman had not only located his private number, she’d dialed it and then acted like calling him was no big deal. Meanwhile, he’d only spent the last two days driving himself nuts trying to figure out her loca--
His eyes slammed shut. But, of course, she already knew that. Which could only mean she also knew his efforts at trying to find her had resulted in a dead end. So she’d called him. A power play to establish right from the get-go exactly who was in charge.
Nice move, Dirty Deeds. Bitchy, but nice.
“Are you there? Maybe I’ve called at a bad time. If you want, I can always—”
“No, no, I’m here.” He locked onto Archer and wrote an invisible line through the air, signaling for him to get some paper and a pen. Kelly cleared his throat. “How can I help you, Miss…?”
She laughed. Smooth, low. Like a shot of barrel-aged whiskey had just slid down her throat. “I think the question you meant to ask is how can I help you.”
Dammit. Huge problem. Huge, huge problem. Not to mention, she seemed to be enjoying this game she’d cooked up. A game she played without giving him the parameters. “Had I known it would be this easy to get your assistance, I would’ve started asking questions about you a long time ago.”
It was a stupid thing to say since he hadn’t even known she existed until Monday night, but based on the way her husky laugh brushed his ear like a feather, she got the point.
“Very good, Detective. At ten o’clock tonight, I’ll be at 17 South State Street on the twenty-first floor, room 4-B. I’ll give you ten minutes.” She paused. “Funny, I was about to say come alone, but I know you won’t. Besides, that sounds corny. Even for me.”
The line disconnected.
Kelly lowered the phone and stared at the screen. On impulse, he hit *69 to dial back the number, but a weird busy signal repeatedly beeped in his ear. Yep. He’d just been spanked and, at the same time, something about her…
Damn, the woman had him intrigued.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Heat Rating: 4 Flames
Publication Date: January 31, 2017
Author: AJ Nuest
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