Saturday, July 5, 2014

Is your story all it can be?


You've nourished this idea from a seed through the rough first draft into the novel you now save to your computer. But have you spent so much time lassoing your characters into shape that you've overlooked important details?

Check out the following questions used by readers at a publishing house to see if your story would make the grade. Be honest.
(I hope this comes through without the 'extra' instructions.) 

Reader Evaluation

 

Manuscript Title:
 
Assigning Senior Editor:
 
 
 
Email:
 

 

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Please type the number that most agrees your point of view directly after each question. If the question doesn’t pertain to the story you have just read, please leave it blank.

 


READER INFORMATION
 

1.            This story fell into the normal genre I enjoy reading.  [    ]

2.            I am well versed in the subject matter of this story (example: medical expertise, historical knowledge, myth and legends surrounding this type of story.  [    ]

3.            What genre do you believe this fits. [  ]


OVERALL THOUGHTS
 
1.            The author told a good story. [   

2.            The story was fast-paced with little or no slow sections.  [    ]

3.            The conclusion of the story left you completely satisfied.  [    ]

4.            There were no questions left unanswered.  [    ]

5.            The outcome of the story made sense and did not deviate from the overall direction in which the story moved.  [    ]


FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Introduction of Characters and Plot

1.            The first chapter was written in such a way that the story and its characters compelled me to keep reading.  [   ]

2.            The setting of the story was quite apparent, and I had no problem visualizing where the characters were.  [    ]
3.            At least one of the main characters was introduced by the end of the first chapter.  [    ]
Please indicate       Yes  [    ]        No  [    ]

b.                            Because of the information given, or the actions of this character, I developed a reader relationship with the characters (good or bad)  [    ]


PLOT DEVELOPMENT

1.            The idea for the story was plausible.  [   ]
2.            The story moved from scene to scene at a logical pace.  [   ]
3.            Contrivances did not save the story. All things happened for a logical reason.  [    ]

4.            Characters did not disappear simply because they had served their purpose.  [    ]

5.            There was at least one plot point—a twist that was not expected.  [   ]
6.            The story was action and suspense filled. OR the characters emotions held you captive to the climax of the book.  [    ]

CHARACTERS

Heroine (or main character, General Fiction)

1.He/She was a very believable character.  [    ]
2.         His/Her motivations were strong and clearly defined.  [   ]
3.         When He/She deviated from normal behavior, there was a reason for the action besides furthering the story.  [    ]
Hero (or main character, General Fiction)

1.            He/She was a believable character.  [   ]

2.            His/Her motivations were strong and clearly defined.  [    ]
3.            When He/She deviated from normal behavior, there was a reason for the action besides furthering the story.  [    ]

SECONDARY CHARACTERS

1.            The secondary character(s) were a needed asset to the story.  [    ]

2.            The secondary character(s) were as strongly built as the main characters.  [   ]
3.            The secondary character(s) were a constant in the story. (They did not pop in and out to change the logical direction of the plot)  [    ]

WRITING/STYLE

1.            The style in which the author writes enabled me to enjoy the story.  [   ]

2.            The were no abrupt point of view changes in the story.  [  ].

3.            There were little to no obvious misspellings or wrong word usages.  [    ]
4.            There were little to no incorrect grammar problems.  [    ]
5.            The manuscript was presented in a very professional manner. It was as ready for publication as the author could have made it.  [    ]

6.            I would willingly read other submissions by this author.  [    ]
7.            I feel this would make a good addition to the Wings line and it would be an asset to the company.  [    ]

8.            I feel this story uses the five senses to the reader’s advantage. [    ]

 
SUPPORTING ELEMENTS

1.            Any sexual scenes in the book were written in a tasteful manner and not overly graphic. [    ]
2.            The violence in the story was a needed plot element and was not overly graphic. [    ]

3.                   There were no scenes written which portrayed on stage cruelty or violence or violence toward adults of either sex, children or animals, which appeared to have been written solely for shock value. [   ]

4.                   The language used in dialogue and direct thought as well as monologue was not overly vulgar or offensive. [    ]


ADDITIONAL READER THOUGHTS

 

Please take a moment to address any major points about this story that you feel the Senior Editor needs to take into consideration while reviewing this book for possible publication. A major point could be something with which you agreed strongly or disagreed with—something you feel warrants an explanation. Another item might be that you feel part of the manuscript needs to be addressed for its good or bad points.

 
Sable Angel


Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy Birthday America!


Even the heavens want to celebrate...
 
 

You look great for 238!
 
 
 
Remember to thank a service person for your precious freedom.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Rogue Phoenix Press Presents: Check In Day



It's Check In Day.

Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

Working on Sweet Talkin' Sugar. I finished the first chapter to Sweet Talkin' Sugar. Goal: Write 5000 words/day. I plan on spending a lot of time on Thursday to reach this mark.

How was your week?

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Rogues Angels Presents: Defying the Odds by C. L. Kraemer




Title: Defying the Odds
Author: C. L. Kraemer
Email: clkraemer1@gmail.com

Genre: Romance/Fantasy/Paranormal
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 2


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BLURB:

The night elves on the hill aren't happy without their magic. They concoct a plan to punish those who were involved in the act that rendered them almost human. Meanwhile, Uther, the rogue night elf, has returned to woo the Librarian to be his eternal mate.

EXCERPT


In a meadow east of Eugene, Oregon

Bram ambled up the roughly hewn stairs to the willow lounge chair located at the front of his home. He pulled the scrimshawed pipe from his pocket and filled the bowl with his favorite blend of black cherry tobacco. The paced routine of loading the ivory bowl with fragrant leaves and tamping them firmly into place was one of his favorite after dinner rituals. Withdrawing a matchstick from the inner pocket of his vest, he struck the sulfured end against a river rock he'd placed on the root of the towering oak that served as his home.
The fading evening sky showered the mountains in hues of gold and red. Pushing away the light, a blanket of dark blue velvet sprinkled with luminous star points soon prevailed. Bram puffed smoke rings at the darkening heavens.
"Evenin'." A scruffy black and tan terrier mix meandered up and, after circling three times, lay next to the chubby gnome.
"Evening, Silas. How's the family?"
"Well, thank you. Daisy announced we're expecting--again."
Bram chuckled into his beard. "Congratulations."
"Humph. I'll be glad when we're both too old to care. I came over to ask if there are any jobs in sight. I'll need to be working as much as I can now."
It seemed he got one batch of kids out of the house and another was on the way.
Silence stretched between the business partners. Bram pulled deep draughts on his pipe, blowing the smoke away from his friend. His eyes were drawn to the large block of light spilling from the picture window of the behemoth on the hill. The Saun clan, night elves whose callous actions nearly destroyed the fae population of the meadow and surrounding forests, owned the out of place monstrosity.
Bram squinted his eyes to focus his vision on the methodical movement that broke the beam of light. He could just make out a figure pacing rhythmically in front of the casement. Unable to ascertain which of the night elves was engaged in the determined striding, Bram was sure of only one thing…if the night elves were restless and unhappy, the rest of the valley was in trouble.

~ * ~

Gitty paced in front of the picture window, ignoring the expansive view of the green valley below. The thick carpet covering the hand selected hardwood floors muffled the angry stompings of her boots. At the end of each turn, she jabbed the air with her finger.
"Think you can take away my magic, do you?" She spun on the ball of her foot and stamped to the other side of the room. "We'll see about that!" Jab, jab.
Morgan, the younger of the two siblings, stretched his limbs languidly across the fine leather couch, watching the angry display being played out in the living room, a smirk residing on his lips.
"What has your knickers in a twist?" His leg, hanging over the arm of the couch, swung slowly back and forth.
Gitty broke her tirade for a moment. "I'm surprised yours aren't. How can you tolerate not having magic to use?"
"Because, dear sister, I don't need magic to get my way. I have my," he waved a hand up and down his body, "obvious attributes."
Gitty grimaced. "Please. Don't make me sick."
Pulling to an upright position, Morgan stretched his long legs in front of him, tucking his hands behind his head.
"You're just jealous."
"Hardly."
"Then what's your problem?"
"I don't fancy living my life in pubs among the scum of the valley sponging off the pity of strangers. My plans include owning all I see."
Morgan rose from the couch and faced his sister.
"Good luck with that. Even the Others are wise to your quest for power. I'm going out. See you later." He moseyed out of the living room and down the hall.
Gitty gritted her teeth. Morgan might be her brother, but he was useless when it came to thinking beyond his next good time.
She glared at the source of the fingers of light stretching over the meadow. The owner of the Lending Library was an Other the local fae had embraced with open arms. Even Uther, the one-time leader of the night elves and her uncle, had taken a personal interest in the older female.
"Must be losing his sanity."
She spotted a pinpoint of red light glowing in the far distance. As hard as she tried, she couldn't sense the origin of the light.
"I hate not having my magic!" She smacked the wall with her hand, immediately regretting the action. Bolts of pain shot up her arm.
"Damn it!"
Turning on her heel, she tramped out of the room.


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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Rogues Angles Presents: Dakota's Bride by Christine Young



Dakota's Bride by Christine Young
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level:


BLURB:

When Emma St. John received her brother's letter imploring her to escape her stepfather's vengeful scheme and to trust Dakota Barringer with her life, she was willing to chance it. But the handsome, brooding riverboat owner Emma found in Natchez a danger of another kind. For Emma soon found herself surrendering to an unrelenting desire.

Raised by the Sioux when his parents were killed, Dakota had been betrayed once before by a white woman. He wasn't about to trust another, especially one claiming that her stepfather, a powerful U.S. senator, had framed her as a murderess. But he couldn't let Emma's intoxicating effect on him. Now Dakota would risk his very life to protect the innocent beauty who had seduced him with her tender love.

EXCERPT:

Moonless and frigid, the December night sent chills down Emma's spine. Yet she didn't stop at the lighted inn nearby, nor did she break stride when she stumbled over a rut in the muddy road. Instead, she pulled her skirts higher. A carriage raced by, hell-bent in the same direction, spitting mud as it flew past

A frantic look over her shoulder did nothing to relieve the fear. He was closing on her, forcing her from her hiding place. She stopped for a moment while she quickly shook the mud off her cape, then she turned to the little girl.

"You all right, Clare?" Emma asked.

The little girl nodded but didn't say anything, her face screwed tight with concentration, her breaths ragged and hard.

The big Mississippi paddle wheeler, due to leave in ten minutes, let out two loud, booming whistles. To Emma's frayed nerves, the sound was heart-stopping.

The wind from the docks smelled of fish and tar. When it shifted, she could make out the aroma of fresh baked scones coming from the inn. Emma gripped the tiny hand she held in her own a little tighter, and prayed that Clare could keep up the pace.

"It's only a wee bit farther. We can make it," Emma told the little girl, her sister. Half sister, she reminded herself.

Clare's father was not her own. His demonically hand­some face leering at her while he calmly explained what he meant for Emma to do in the bordello was something she'd never forget.

Clare was a tiny and very fragile seven-year old. She had loving green eyes and a long, slender nose coupled with delicate cheekbones. Emma knew that someday Clare would grow into a classic beauty.

One long blond lock of hair slipped loose from Clare's cap. The little girl pushed it away with her free hand, wrinkling her nose disgustedly.

Frost coated the road, and each hurried step caused the almost frozen mud to crunch beneath their feet. A horse and rider passed them, the man tipping his hat as he and his mount thundered by. Church bells rang out, the sound hollow and thin. It was almost six o'clock. She had five minutes to reach the boat.

A gust of wind caught her broadside and whisked the hood of her cape off the top of her head. She grabbed the soft fur and pulled the fabric back where it belonged. Distracted by the wind and her haste to reach the boat, Emma caught the toe of her shoe on a rock and balanced precariously for an instant.

She swore softly under her breath.

Had only one month passed?

No, three weeks ago her mother had died and two weeks ago she had learned the awful truth. Lawrence Stevens had slowly poisoned her mother. He had given her a small dose of arsenic each day until finally her mother took to her bed. Several days later Emma had held her mother's hand while she breathed her last.

Emma would never have known about the murder if she hadn't overheard Stevens speaking in harsh whispers with a friend of his. There were other things said and promised, things Emma had not wanted to acknowledge.

Disbelief and denial had caused her to waste precious time. Seven days had come and gone since she'd had her last horrible encounter with her stepfather. It was an encounter that had left her with no doubts that everything she'd heard was the god-awful truth. Stevens had meant to sell her to a whorehouse. Still, she'd had a difficult time believing the extent of Lawrence Stevens's depravity. But when he'd installed her in Madame leBon's bordello, she realized too late that her life was in grave jeopardy.

And Clare, sweet, sweet Clare, had understood all she'd told her and perhaps more. With the eyes of a child, Clare had somehow sensed the evil that surrounded her father long before anyone else did.

Five long days and nights they'd spent on the run. Clare had not complained. No matter how exhausted or hungry she was, the little girl had pressed on, understanding the imminent danger that faced Emma. Clare had somehow known that Emma had to get as far away from Lawrence as possible.



This incredible romance is one I positively fell in love with and is good enough to read again and again.
Cherokee
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
4 Cups
I can’t remember the last time I was so engrossed in a book: Dakota’s Bride took over my weekend, and even now, am wishing to go peruse it one more time…

Rating: 4.5 Books
Reviewed by Snapdragon Long and Short Reviews

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