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Friday, 25 July 2014

USA Today Blog Happy Ever After Interview




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Her Norman Conquest

At the mercy of William the Conqueror, Lady Ann faces an uncertain future as Norman knights fight for her hand.

Left alone after the death of all the male members of her household at the Battle of Hastings, Lady Ann finds herself at the mercy of William the Conqueror. The King intends to marry his knights to Saxon gentry. Ann becomes a useful if not uncooperative ally by using her ability to speak French to liaise with the terrified Saxon women and their potential husbands. She falls in love with a devastatingly handsome Norman blacksmith only to discover King William has plans for her to marry one of his knights.

Excerpt:
London, 1072

“All unwed landed ladies, widows or maidens of childbearing age are hereby summoned to Hertfordshire without delay.”
Lady Ann of Parr balled her fists and glared up at the Norman knight, so mighty, reading his declaration from the back of a horse. Mayhap he believed she would plunge a dagger in his heart. “But, my lord, I have tenants to oversee, an estate to manage. Your king has slaughtered the men of my family and all of my father’s loyal men.” She lifted her chin. “I am the only one left to guide my people.”
The knight stared down at her without compassion. “Gather your belongings. My patience grows thin.”
She pressed her lips together. Bad enough the new king’s army had brutally slain the proud Saxon men and had left them to rot on the battlefield, but since the invasion, their mourning wives and daughters had lived in constant terror of these foreign-speaking brutes. Indeed, few women had knowledge of the French language as she did. She had heard tales about Norman knights ransacking estates in search of documents or details regarding their wealth or lands. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Dear God! Her turn had come to join the stream of highborn womenfolk the beasts had bundled into carts bound for London to meet their death, or worse, forced to marry a murdering Norman knight.
Conceding defeat, she met his gaze. “Very well, when do we leave?”
“Sir Paul de Groote will be accompanying you. He will arrive at daybreak.” His lip curled with contempt. “Make sure you are ready to depart. Two of my men will remain here to ensure you comply with the king’s orders.” The stern knight swung his horse around and returned to his troops.

* * * *

The sun had hardly peeked over the horizon to herald the arrival of Sir Paul de Groote and his troops at her country estate. He had impressed her with his courtesy, so unlike the brutish ways she had encountered from the Norman knights so far. The man was impressively tall and spoke in a gentle tone. He had appeared genuinely remorseful in his delivery of the missive from the newly crowned king. Mayhap not all the Normans had such bad manners.
“You may take your maid and one trunk. We have little room to spare.” Sir Paul led her towards the cart. “You will be taken to Berkhamsted Castle and King William will decide your future.” He gave her a tight smile. “I’m sure you will be impressed at what changes our king has made to England. He plans to build great castles. Have no fear, all the estates will be properly managed under Norman rule.”
She bit back a retort—no need to make an enemy of a man who had at least offered her a modicum of civility. She climbed into the cart with Meg at her side and watched her beloved home vanish into the morning mist. Aye, she had heard tell of Berkhamsted Castle created by Robert of Mortain to protect the king and built with no less than two moats to ensure against any further Saxon uprising. It would seem the Normans had need for such things. Hours passed with no respite and the heavens had opened up, drenching her by the time the wooden structure came into view. Cold, hungry and with a failing spirit, she followed the guards through the courtyard.
Inside the great hall, she gaped in wonder at the impressive opulence around her. The walls rose high on each side, one covered in magnificent tapestries. The other displayed a large variety of weaponry, and centred hung the battered shield depicting King Harold’s coat of arms. A shiver raced down her spine at the memory of the tales spoken in hushed voices about the gruesome death of King Harold. The great king had suffered an arrow to the eye and the Norman butchers had hacked him to pieces. He would turn in his grave if he could hear French spoken as the tongue of his beloved England.
 She smothered a sob. Her sharp intake of breath brought Meg to her side. She brushed aside the bunched cotton cloth offered by her maidservant, lifted her chin and stepped into the Great Hall. “Put it away, Meg, for I fear I have no more tears to shed.”
She pushed down the fear, determined not to cower before the Normans. All about her, guards stood oppressively close. Musky male scent rose from their warm bodies, enhanced by the dampness from the incessant, freezing rain. She glanced at her ashen-faced maidservant and straightened her soaked head rail. Anger shivered down her spine. How dare they treat her in such a manner? 





Friday, 27 June 2014

NEW RELEASE!!!!! HER NORMAN CONQUEST







Her Norman Conquest

At the mercy of William the Conqueror, Lady Ann faces an uncertain future as Norman knights fight for her hand.

Left alone after the death of all the male members of her household at the Battle of Hastings, Lady Ann finds herself at the mercy of William the Conqueror. The King intends to marry his knights to Saxon gentry. Ann becomes a useful if not uncooperative ally by using her ability to speak French to liaise with the terrified Saxon women and their potential husbands. She falls in love with a devastatingly handsome Norman blacksmith only to discover King William has plans for her to marry one of his knights.

Excerpt:
London, 1072

“All unwed landed ladies, widows or maidens of childbearing age are hereby summoned to Hertfordshire without delay.”
Lady Ann of Parr balled her fists and glared up at the Norman knight, so mighty, reading his declaration from the back of a horse. Mayhap he believed she would plunge a dagger in his heart. “But, my lord, I have tenants to oversee, an estate to manage. Your king has slaughtered the men of my family and all of my father’s loyal men.” She lifted her chin. “I am the only one left to guide my people.”
The knight stared down at her without compassion. “Gather your belongings. My patience grows thin.”
She pressed her lips together. Bad enough the new king’s army had brutally slain the proud Saxon men and had left them to rot on the battlefield, but since the invasion, their mourning wives and daughters had lived in constant terror of these foreign-speaking brutes. Indeed, few women had knowledge of the French language as she did. She had heard tales about Norman knights ransacking estates in search of documents or details regarding their wealth or lands. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Dear God! Her turn had come to join the stream of highborn womenfolk the beasts had bundled into carts bound for London to meet their death, or worse, forced to marry a murdering Norman knight.
Conceding defeat, she met his gaze. “Very well, when do we leave?”
“Sir Paul de Groote will be accompanying you. He will arrive at daybreak.” His lip curled with contempt. “Make sure you are ready to depart. Two of my men will remain here to ensure you comply with the king’s orders.” The stern knight swung his horse around and returned to his troops.

* * * *

The sun had hardly peeked over the horizon to herald the arrival of Sir Paul de Groote and his troops at her country estate. He had impressed her with his courtesy, so unlike the brutish ways she had encountered from the Norman knights so far. The man was impressively tall and spoke in a gentle tone. He had appeared genuinely remorseful in his delivery of the missive from the newly crowned king. Mayhap not all the Normans had such bad manners.
“You may take your maid and one trunk. We have little room to spare.” Sir Paul led her towards the cart. “You will be taken to Berkhamsted Castle and King William will decide your future.” He gave her a tight smile. “I’m sure you will be impressed at what changes our king has made to England. He plans to build great castles. Have no fear, all the estates will be properly managed under Norman rule.”
She bit back a retort—no need to make an enemy of a man who had at least offered her a modicum of civility. She climbed into the cart with Meg at her side and watched her beloved home vanish into the morning mist. Aye, she had heard tell of Berkhamsted Castle created by Robert of Mortain to protect the king and built with no less than two moats to ensure against any further Saxon uprising. It would seem the Normans had need for such things. Hours passed with no respite and the heavens had opened up, drenching her by the time the wooden structure came into view. Cold, hungry and with a failing spirit, she followed the guards through the courtyard.
Inside the great hall, she gaped in wonder at the impressive opulence around her. The walls rose high on each side, one covered in magnificent tapestries. The other displayed a large variety of weaponry, and centred hung the battered shield depicting King Harold’s coat of arms. A shiver raced down her spine at the memory of the tales spoken in hushed voices about the gruesome death of King Harold. The great king had suffered an arrow to the eye and the Norman butchers had hacked him to pieces. He would turn in his grave if he could hear French spoken as the tongue of his beloved England.
 She smothered a sob. Her sharp intake of breath brought Meg to her side. She brushed aside the bunched cotton cloth offered by her maidservant, lifted her chin and stepped into the Great Hall. “Put it away, Meg, for I fear I have no more tears to shed.”
She pushed down the fear, determined not to cower before the Normans. All about her, guards stood oppressively close. Musky male scent rose from their warm bodies, enhanced by the dampness from the incessant, freezing rain. She glanced at her ashen-faced maidservant and straightened her soaked head rail. Anger shivered down her spine. How dare they treat her in such a manner? 


Friday, 9 May 2014

New Release! How I Dumped My Demon by Elizabeth M Darcy


Product Description
Abandoned by her mother at a police station, Megan Stonebridge has no idea who she is or why a demon haunts her nightmares. When the dreams become a frightening reality, she questions her sanity. Putting her faith in a locket inscribed with ancient runes left with her by her mother, Megan must unlock the meaning of the runes before the demon drags her into the underworld. In fear for her life, Megan unknowingly casts a spell that summons a handsome warlock to help her dump her demon.
14+ for adult situations

Excerpt:
Mac smiled brilliantly and spun around in his chair to retrieve a large, cardboard box from the floor. “Today, I want you to start scanning the back issues. When we extended the print shop, we found a stack of old newspapers in the attic. This box goes back to 1890. Treat them with care, because the museum has agreed to take the originals once we’re done. Make a file for each year and input all the data in chronological order. Back up the files each day. Questions?”
Yes, why do I get the boring jobs? She suppressed a grimace, dragged the box across the desk, and hoisted it onto her hip. “No, sir.”
 Unexpectedly, she found the old, musty copies of the Windy Cove Weekly interesting and giggled at the advertisements: Outrageous cartoons, promoting the benefits of bottles of life-extending elixir or rheumatism remedy. “Dr. Pierce’s Fountain, Nasal Injector, a contraption, to use with catarrh remedy sold at 60c.” She cringed overa gruesome drawing depicting a bloody tooth with the offer: “Dr. Benjamin (Painless) Brown Teeth pulled—the fourth one is free.”
Megan forced her mind to concentrate on the job at hand, but found not reading interesting glimpses of history difficult. She picked up a copy dated June 15, 1890 and scanned the first page. She blinked and the hairs on the back of her neck prickled at the bold headline across the page, “Girl Sees Demon At The Foot Of Her Bed”. What? She bent low over the desk to read the yellowing paper and a pulse pounded in her ears.
 Annie’s voice broke her concentration. “Megan.”
 What now? She dragged her attention away from the story and met the woman’s gaze. The receptionist pulled a face and tapped her wristwatch. Megan checked the clock on the wall and bit her bottom lip—it was almost lunchtimeOnly two newspapers sat in the Outbox. She had spent far too much time browsing the advertisements. With no time to read the entire article, Megan quickly activated the scanner and hit the print command.
I’ll take a copy home.
To her dismay, Mac sauntered out of his office and strolled toward her. She flicked him a glance and continued to scan the other pages. To her left, the copy slid silently from the printer. Megan removed the newspaper from the scanner, refolded it carefully, and placed it in the Outbox. Her gaze focused on the copy lying in the printer tray. The headline spun out of focus and dripped down the page in long, inky rivulets. At once, the dripping ink reversed, moving across the paper in spidery footprints. Megan blinked twice, staring at a new headline forming in the wet ink. It read, “Megan Summons Demon Lover To Her Bedroom.”
What the...? Trembling, she moved closer to the printer to examine the copy. She had to be hallucinating or something. Shit. Her name leapt out at her from the headline. The age stains surrounding the article shimmered and merged, to form a grinning, horned beast. The inside of her head vibrated with masculine laughter, octaves below any she could recall. Without warning, her head tipped back, and her lips froze under a ghostly kiss. The sickly, sweet smell of violets hung heavy in the air. A wave of nausea hit her and she staggered, knees weak, to slump against the desk. With damp, shaky hands, she gripped the back of the chair. Her vision blurred and sharp pain shot through her temples.
“Sit down, Megan.” Mac took her arm and guided her into a chair. “Have you eaten today?”
Oh, not now, please not now. Megan pressed fingers deep into her forehead. What excuse could she give Mac? Sorry, sir, but I see demons...I promise it won’t affect my job...I’m totally cool with it. I see the things on a daily basis...yeah, right. The man would have her at the funny farm within the hour. She gazed up into Mac’s worried face. He knew everything about her—heck, she’d hidden nothing about her pitiful existence to date. True, the man had kept her confidences and given her sound advice, but could she trust him with this craziness? The room moved in and out of focus, and bile rushed up into the back of her throat. “Yes...I...I just have a headache.”

Saturday, 26 April 2014

In The Hot Seat With Elizabeth M Darcy: Amy Rose Bennett- Comment for chance to win Amazon gift voucher




Joining me today is author, Amy Rose Bennett

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WINNER: Joanna Lloyd
 
Bio:
Amy Rose Bennett has always wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. An avid reader with a particular love for historical romance, it seemed only natural to write stories in her favourite genre.  She has a passion for creating emotion-packed—and sometimes a little racy—stories set in the Georgian and Regency periods. Of course, her strong-willed heroines and rakish heroes always find their happily ever after.
Amy is happily married to her own Alpha male hero, has two beautiful daughters, a rather loopy Rhodesian Ridgeback and a Devonshire Rex cat with attitude. She is a Speech Pathologist, but is currently devoting her time to her one other true calling—writing romance.
Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
As it says in my bio, I absolutely love writing Georgian and Regency set historical romance stories. I also love Scotland so my first two full length manuscripts—‘Capturing the Master of Strathburn’ and ‘Lady Beauchamp’s Proposal’ (still waiting to be published!) are set there. I’m not sure why, but the country and its history fascinates me. But I also suspect it has something to do with being partial to brawny Highland men in kilts…
I’m still exploring different styles of writing—I’ve written some darker-themed tales as well as lighter, happier stories. All have ‘open-door’ love scenes at the hotter end of the spectrum. As a reader I want to read the ‘good bits’ so that’s how I write as well.
One thing I’ve noticed about my writing though, is that I tend to write a little ‘out-of-the-box’ in terms of plotting. I think I’m a bit of a rule-breaker at heart as an author. For instance my heroes are alpha-beta, rather than just straight alphas, and they aren’t afraid to fall in love with their heroines (even if they don’t admit it for a little while). ‘Lady Beauchamp’s Proposal’ also features a married heroine who falls in love with another man—she has good reason to leave her dissolute husband, mind you! It’s risky because some publishing houses won’t even look at a story with adultery themes. But I also think it makes for a dark, gothic-like tale with a strong love story at it’s core. I’m hoping an editor will think so too one day!
In my debut release ‘An Improper Proposition’—an erotic Regency novella—my heroine, a widowed countess, indulges in a rather ‘improper’ dalliance with her younger, very hot footman. So I guess it’s another instance of writing about something that’s not the usual…and a little bit naughty ;)
I should probably also mention that I’ve recently dabbled with writing a novella sent in the recent-past—the 1950’s—as I wanted to see if I could write something a little more ‘modern’ that was also lighter in tone. I had such fun writing it. It meant I could use 20th century words and phrases like ‘thunked’, ‘get a grip’ and ‘Miss-Goody-two-shoes’. It’s set on the Jersey Shore in 1953 and focuses on a second chance romance between a returned army nurse and a US air force fighter pilot.
Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?
Since deciding to knuckle down and get serious about writing nearly two years ago (because I dithered about for years before that, telling myself I’d write that novel one day), I’ve completed two full length (100,000+ word) novels, two novellas (one published) and I’m currently into my third work-in-progress (another Regency). So I feel like I’ve been quite productive after being a long-term procrastinator. I write every day now and I’m lucky that I can write almost anywhere! At the moment I’m also fortunate to be in the position to have a year off from working as a Speech Pathologist so I’m definitely writing as much as I can!
Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?
I always write an outline of the overall plot—I have to know where my story is going before I sit down to write even the very first chapter. But I don’t plot meticulously. I like to work out the finer details along the way, so I guess I’m a 2/3 plotter -1/3 pantser hybrid. And there’s nothing better than the buzz you get when your characters seem to come alive and tell you what to write. I so love those moments!
Q:  What qualities do you instil in your heroes?
All of my heroes (so far) have had military backgrounds. So courage, duty, loyalty and honour are central characteristics. As I mentioned before, they also aren’t afraid to fall in love. I’m not overly keen on creating arrogant alphas who won’t overtly show their feelings through their actions, or admit they are in love with the heroine until just about the last page (like in bodice rippers of old). My heroes also have a sense of humour and like to tease their heroines at times—I love writing banter!
Two of my heroes (in my larger stories) are also a little damaged emotionally—and of course their heroines help them with the healing process. Aside from being intelligent and caring, my heroes are all tall, dark and handsome with athletic, muscular physiques—basically drop-dead gorgeous…And it should go without saying that they are all awesome in (or out) of bed ;)
Q. Coffee or tea? Coffee
Q. Beach or countryside? Both!
Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?
I don’t know if the UK or the Jersey Shore are considered exotic, but I do like to write about different places—and different times.
Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
History itself, songs—I often conjure scenes in my head based on the mood or imagery created by the lyrics of a song. Sometimes pictures inspire ideas—for example the wonderful Dunnottar Castle in Aberdeenshire, Scotland gave me an enormous amount of visual inspiration to help create the gothic mood in ‘Lady Beauchamp’s Proposal’. It’s hard to pin down what fires my imagination exactly though!
Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?
I’ve entered a fair few contests for unpublished authors (Romance Writers Australia and Romance Writers America contests) in the last year or so, so I’ve learned to deal with the not so glowing contest feedback I’ve received at times. So that has certainly helped me cope with the feelings you get when rejected by a publisher. Contest feedback will also give you an idea of whether your story is close to/at a publishable standard as many contest judges are published authors, editors or contest finalists themselves. You’ll be more likely to get the magic ‘yes’ or at the very least a revise and resubmit on a submission rather than a whole bunch of ‘no’s’ if you are aware of your readiness for publication.
I’ve also had a few ‘kind’ rejections from some publishing houses and a couple of agents too who took the time to evaluate my writing and offer helpful suggestions. Those types of rejections I really appreciate as they’ve made me take a long hard look at my writing then consider ways to improve it. I try to look for the positives—even though I didn’t quite make it, the editor or agent obviously saw potential in my writing. So I always try to learn something from these types of rejections.
In the end though, all you can really do is keep on submitting your best polished effort with the belief that one day you’ll get ‘the call’. So don’t give up!!!

Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
Whilst I’m a devotee of historical romance, I also read across a range of genres. My favourite historical romance authors are Anna Campbell, Sylvia Day and Julia Quinn (too name but a few). I’ve just started to read Anna Lee Huber’s Lady Darby mysteries and am really enjoying those. I also love crime-thriller novels (favourite authors are Nicci French, Minette Walters and Elizabeth George), historical novels (like those written by Phillipa Gregory) and paranormal YA series (such as the City of Bones and Clockwork series by Cassandra Clare). Janet Evanovich is one of my go-to authors when I need a good laugh. I absolutely love her Stephanie Plum series!
Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
So far I’ve been focusing on writing one story at a time. But if the muse strikes for another story, I make sure I note down my ideas before they’re gone! I don’t let the lure of something new and shiny distract me from my current WIP. My new characters have to wait for their turn.
Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?
Not yet! But if I occasionally get a little stuck between scenes or chapters, I just make myself write through it. I can always fix it later. I also find that fleshing out the scene with pen and paper also seems to help my muse get going again.
Q. What motivates you to write?
You know, I’m really not sure. I’ve always been a day-dreamer since childhood and have always loved making up stories. I guess it’s just part of who I am. Plus I love doing it—writing never seems like work, even when I’m editing.
Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?
You need to target the right publisher for your book. So do your research! Check out websites like ‘Predators and Editors’ to see who to avoid. If you are actively involved in associations like Romance Writers Australia you’ll quickly establish a network of writer friends—you can then (discreetly) ask for advice from already published authors about who’d they recommend you target or their experiences with certain publishing houses. Visit e-publishers websites and check out their submission guidelines carefully and follow them to the letter. Become educated about what is fair and reasonable in terms of publishing contracts and look for information about the particular terms of contracts on the e-publishers website. Also look at the titles offered—read samples or download a few and look at the quality of the writing and editing, the cover art and the types of stories published. Also hone your query letter, synopsis and manuscript until they are the best you can possibly make them before submitting!


Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?
I’ve recently had my debut release with the Australian e-publisher Steam eReads! ‘An Improper Proposition’ is an erotic Regency romance novella…a cougar/upstairs-downstairs mash-up!
Blurb:
Fraternizing with one’s footman—no matter how young and handsome he is—is not the done thing. But Lady Bianca Wells is going to do it anyway…
Widowed countess Lady Bianca Wells secretly lusts after her much younger, rakishly handsome footman Harry Blake. Even though he has been in her employ for six months, she has not succumbed to her indecorous urges to take him as a lover… until one wicked night at an isolated country inn when she throws caution to the wind and offers Blake a wholly improper proposition.
Harry Blake, the bastard son of a duke and governess, is the epitome of the perfect footman, except for one thing—he fantasizes about seducing his beautiful mistress. When Lady Wells proposes that they become lovers for one night only, he is torn. Even though he wants her with every fibre of his being, he suspects that forbidden fruit once tasted, can be awfully addictive. He wonders if one night of passion will be enough, for either of them—especially now that he realizes he might very well be falling in love with his bella Bianca.
But when all is said and done, Blake can hardly refuse such a tempting proposition, no matter how unwise or improper. He just prays that he can put a smile on his mistress’s beautiful face…
Excerpt:
Set-up: Lady Bianca is feeling shaken after a drunken patron propositions her for a kiss at the inn she is staying at. Her footman, Blake comes to her aid, then escorts her to her room…
The sooner she dismissed Blake for the evening, the better. For a servant who’d only been in her employ for six months, he read her too well. And she had come to rely on him far too much. This growing familiarity between them was a problem, but one she wasn’t fit to deal with right now.
She turned back to address him and her breath hitched. He really was too handsome to be her footman. Even with his black hair hidden beneath his periwig again, his chiselled jaw, wide mouth and sparkling emerald green eyes set him apart from most other men of his station. Indeed he was as handsome as any young buck of the ton. Or so her close friends repeatedly told her. Those same friends—including Lady Jameson—who also whispered to her that she was mad not to have a fuck or two with him.
Stop gawping at him like a foolish adolescent girl, Bianca. Dismiss him, before you do something you regret.
With a trembling hand, she pushed a strand of her blonde hair away from her mouth and found her voice. “Well, thank you again for your timely intervention, Blake. That will be—”
“Do you have any brandy, my lady?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Why?”
Blake held her gaze. It was one of the things she liked about him so much. He was respectful yet not easily intimidated by her when she played the haughty dowager countess.
 “Please forgive my impertinence,” he at last responded, his forehead dipping into a frown, “but you’ve had a shock and it might help. Would you like me to fetch you some from the taproom?”
“No, that won’t be necessary, but thank you.” Now was the time to bid him good night but for some reason, she couldn’t do it. She supposed it was because she found his strong male presence reassuring after what had happened only minutes before. She stepped back from the door, opening it wider to admit him. “But perhaps you could re-stoke the fire for me…Tilly has retired early with a headache.”
“Of course, my lady.”
Bianca shut the door after him and leant against the smooth wood panels, watching him as he removed his white gloves before he bent low to toss several logs into the grate. His wide shoulders strained against the navy blue superfine of his liveried jacket as he moved. Such power and grace for such a tall man. She suspected he’d developed his athletic physique when he’d served as a corporal in Wellington’s army. Not for the first time, she wondered how he would look without his livery. She bit her lip.
Stop behaving like a vixen on heat, Bianca. Tell him to go. Now.

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Sunday, 6 April 2014

Handling Rejections



Okay, so I've been crowing about my contracts this year....and yes, after 50 published books under my other pen name, I still happy dance because a contract for me is a validation that I have worth as a writer.
Yes, I get rejections and I know all authors have faced rejection at least once in their writing career.

For me, a rejection doesn't mean my life is over. Yes, it is depressing especially when I want my story published by a particular publisher. I'm just like everyone else, I want to have a great agent and see my books out there in the local book store or even better on the NY Times Bestseller List....I mean who wouldn't?

But it's horses for courses, some stories are not a fit for certain publishers that doesn't mean another publisher won't fall in love with your story. When I first started, I sent my YA to all the wrong publishers and those ten 80K+ stories about witches and warlocks are gathering dust because I gave up.
I had no feedback and no idea  how to improve or who to send my work to.

One day I guess I'll get time to read the old M/S again- they are very funny, I remember crying with laughter writing them and so did my BETA reader. Ah those were the days :-)

How do you handle rejections?

What upsets you the most?

We've all had them from JK Rowling  to Stephen King  from the form rejection letter to the one liner....declined.

What upsets you the most?

Me, well  I'd prefer a " thank you for submitting but your story isn't right for us." form letter than one that is condescending.

The best comes from a publisher who actually gives a little feedback.

Feedback...good or bad is valuable.

So what do I do if I receive a rejection letter? I feel rejected LOL....then I submit it to another publisher and write  another story.....NEVER GIVE UP  :-)

Elizabeth