Getting Real – Really
It’s been a big month. A make two fingers numb month. First up there was having a good old fashioned panic about Real. One of those kick to the gut bruising ones where you just know your little part of the world has the potential to cave in around you. And it won’t matter one scrap in the big scheme of things. You and your numb fingers will still wake up the morning after the horrible imagined thing happens.
The point is Real was a cracking story, but not as well written as it could have been. Says me looking back at it from the distance of five other finished manuscripts which I hope are better written.
The other point is – I think that about pretty much everything I’ve written. It’s the no perspective, assume bad things first defence.
So I better writtened it. And doesn’t that phrase just warm up your confidence.
I touched it from top to tail. And now it’s a cracking story with better words in better places. Or a least that’s what I’m hoping for, or in fact my part of the world might cave in with loud groans and roars of distress.
So here is the new blurb: And there will be a new cover soon and that world crunching availability date is somewhere towards April 1st. NO JOKE!
Oh and there’s a prequel. Not sure what I’ll do with that yet. Decisions…
A romance about confronting fears, making music, and learning to be true.
Rielle Mainline is a rock star with a hardcore image, a troubled heart and a twenty-five city tour to front with her band, Ice Queen. She should be ecstatic. But the tour includes Sydney and Rielle has spent years trying to deal with the tragedy that happened there.
Roadie, Jake Reed knows Rielle’s reputation as a prize bitch will make being Ice Queen’s tour manager a challenge. Jake’s comfortable he can handle her, until he meets her, and then he’s thrown off-balance, unsure if he wants kiss her or throttle her.
Sparks fly, tempers flare and boundaries are crossed. It’s rock star verses roadie, alpha girl verses the boy-next-door and neither of them will survive unchanged.