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I am a romance writer. That's not easy to say. Most people have preconceived notions about romances, and the people who write them. Let me tell you! Writing isn't for sissies. I got my first rejection in April 2004. That makes me a professional. In what other field are you considered a "professional" when you don't get called back for a second interview?
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His and Hers Dalmatians Moonlit Romance April 2008
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Winter Miracles
The Husband Checklist
Resurrection
Professor Kennedy's Ghost
Everyday HeroThe Baby ContractAlmost On My OwnThe Stone CityDaddy's Little GirlsSkin DeepThe Dog Next Door
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Friday, November 03, 2006
NaNoWriMo Crazy me! I'm participating in eharlequin's version of NaNoWriMo. Hopefully that isn't a copyrighted title. Apologies if it is. So far all I have is two and a half pages of crap. Which puts me behind about, oh, nine and a half pages? Two days into it! Give up already?! Fave lines: November 1: She’d puked in Chas’ truck. Of all the things you could do to a guy, hurking in his vehicle was pretty much verboten. The lowest of the low. Too bad, because at the moment, she wasn’t at all sure she wasn’t going to hurk all over his guest bedroom. November 2: “Sorry I was such a bitch at the bar.” (hahaha, I love this one out of context!) “You remember that?” He didn’t care about her rough treatment nearly as much as he cared about the secrets. They hurt a hell of a lot more than careless words and heels kicking his shins.
Posted at 12:48 AM by Grace Tyler
 
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