In 8 days (not that I’m counting), my next book will release.
I’m completely exhilarated and terrified all at once.
For one, Risking Love, took a lot out of me. This couple…I tell you, they had to be the most stubborn characters I have ever written. For those of you who think we authors sit down and command the stage and move characters around like puppets…well that doesn’t happen to me. I never know what they’re going to say, do, or in the case of Shorty and Nikki (my hero and heroine) not do.
You see, this couple was supposed to be my book two couple in my Maple Run series. I had it all figured out the moment I wrote The End of book one. Yet they REFUSED to talk to me. Clammed up tighter than a…a…—I don’t know, I may need a minute—a clam shell. Too cliche?
Anyway, I ended up picking another couple to write for book two. Then book three. And finally by the time I was ready to write book four, they were ready to speak. I just knew it would be smooth sailing from then. Not!
There was so much hurt, fear, and well, risk in this story. The title for this book is no mistake. Nikki has to take a huge risk in trusting Shorty, in trusting love. But it’s the theme I knew in my heart was right for these two. What I didn’t quite realize was the risk I was taking as an author to write their story.
What if I made a mistake somewhere between page 1 and the end? What if people don’t love them as much as I do? What if? What if? What if?
Hence the terrified feeling filling my stomach as my countdown draws me closer to release day and the ability to read reviews. This may be a book whose reviews I may need to hide from. I usually have an uncontrollable compulsion to read every review, but yeah, I put a lot of sweat and tears into this book so my heart is extra tender.
There’s a risk if I read these reviews, but also a reward.
Oh and I would like to share a very short excerpt as a teaser, because I’m mean like that. ;)
From Chapter One, Page One:
“Welcome to The Maple…Pit.” Nikki Gordon forgot the rest of her speech because Gregory “Shorty” Smalls had just walked into The Pit with another woman.
Her breath faltered as she looked into Shorty’s dark brown eyes. He flashed his engaging grin as if nothing momentous had just occurred. She cataloged his features, taking in his warm russet brown skin and the close-cropped haircut that always had her hands itching for a feel. Everything looked the same except for the woman standing next to him.
What do you think? Attention grabbing?
As the countdown draws near, I’ll be taking all support chocolate and coping suggestions. ;) But before I go, tell me, do you often connect with a title of a book or is it just window dressing?