I decided I would participate in Nanowrimo this year. I joined a couple of years ago and romped through a great historical story, which I’m doing an R&R on – well, I was doing an R&R, but I let it slip, so it’s something I have to re-look at. I think I may have to schedule things, just to make life a little easier. I have so many stories bursting to be free it’s a little like a conveyer belt. All runs smoothly until one of the little beggars falls off the belt, then everything stacks up behind.
And so to this commitment to do Nanowrimo. I was pelting away, and I truly have written the story from scratch, there was a pretty structured outline in my mind, but not many words on a page, a name or two, an outline. Things were going well.
Then I received my edits back from my editor at Hartwood and as any author knows, edits take priority. Only I had a commitment, so I’ve split my time between the two, writing in the morning, editing in the evening.
In addition, my critique partner returned a witchy story for me to do a spit and polish job on before sending it to the publishers.
Three books so far line up this month. An historical, a paranormal, and a contemporary. Not forgetting the other contemporary I’m doing a little adjustment to and… oh yeah, the thriller I’m writing for Nanowrimo. Almost there, with just over 2,000 words to go to complete the 50k, but to be honest this is just a first draft and I think it may just be the longest story I will have written.
Five books, then. All of which I desperately want completed by the New Year. Then I can start new projects, like the second book in my Montgomery’s Sin Series, vampires and angels.
As I flex my fingers and apply my mind, I wonder if Nanowrimo wouldn’t benefit me all year round.
Blurb for Banshee Seduction, Montgomery’s Sin Book 1
Sweet, shy librarian Ginny has a problem. Whenever passion strikes, so do the weeping, wailing voices in her head. Being half banshee, she’s already run screaming from the underworld and her female relatives, believing love will find a way with patience and faith on planet Earth.
The trouble is, humans just aren’t man enough, and every time Ginny shows interest in a male, she makes him bleed. It’s going to take more than just a simple human being to get past Ginny’s defenses.
Matthew, “The Dane,” fullback for the New York Chameleons, knows the moment he meets the little fireball that she’s his mate. For two hundred years he and his dragon have waited for a female capable of setting their world on fire. Problem is, he doesn’t seem to be able to stop her from going up in flames long enough to prove he’s more than man enough for her screaming banshee.
Will Matt ever be able to convince Ginny she’s his mate? And will Ginny get Matt alone long enough to let him appreciate her pyrotechnics?
Sea-green eyes glowed at her from where he casually leaned against her counter. That sexy top lip of his had pulled straight as he treated her to a welcoming smile that revealed his perfect, white teeth and weakened her knees.
“Hi.” She strolled over as casually as possible, trying to make her walk a bit sexy, but just succeeded in banging her ankles together to give an almost imperceptible stumble. Almost, but from his widening grin, she knew he hadn’t missed it. He’d made her into a klutz. Damn him.
“I wondered if you’d had lunch yet. Are you hungry?”
The man was always trying to feed her. Which wasn’t such a bad thing as banshees were always willing to eat to sustain all the wailing and weeping.
“No, I…” Her stomach gave an embarrassing gurgle, determined to make a liar of her.
“Great.” He dumped a bag on the counter, and the distinct aroma of hot chicken rose from its depths. She almost dribbled, so intense was her mouthwatering reaction. She wasn’t quite sure which morsel was more attractive—the steaming hot one in front of her or the chicken on the counter.
“Oh, my…” She peeped inside the bag, lightheaded at the sight of fries displayed in four square bags on each side of a box. She reached in and flipped open the lid. Fried chicken. Her mouth watered until she swallowed several times in rapid succession, almost choking herself. Her eyes filled with tears as they met his amused ones.
“Hungry?” His left eyebrow flicked up and down as he inquired again.
Preempting her denial, her stomach gave another loud protest as though it had a mind of its own, and the disloyal women in her head screeched their desperation. She shrugged and watched his smile widen. His straight top lip dipped in and made her crave something other than food. She stared at his mouth, tempted to just lean in and give it a swift nip. She moved forward, her lips parted, and…the telephone rang, shrill and loud.
Where to Find Diane Saxon
About the Author
Diane Saxon lives in the Shropshire countryside with her tall, dark, handsome husband, two gorgeous daughters, a Dalmatian, one-eyed kitten, ginger cat, four chickens and a new black Labrador puppy called Beau, whose name has been borrowed for her hero in For Heaven’s Cakes.
After working for years in a demanding job, on-call and travelling great distances, Diane gave it all up when her husband said “follow that dream”.
Having been hidden all too long, her characters have burst forth demanding plot lines of their own and she’s found the more she lets them, the more they’re inclined to run wild.
Loving Lydia -Atlantic Divide Book 1
Bad Girl Bill – Atlantic Divide Book 2
Finding Zoe – Atlantic Divide Book 3
Flight of Her Life
Flynn’s Kiss – Disarmed & Dangerous Book 1
Short Circuit Time
For Heaven’s Cakes