Holy $*%t they want to buy my book!
I quite freaked my husband out with my happy dance listening to the message left on my cellphone that fateful Friday when Quicksilver Dreams was first bought; he couldn’t tell if I was extremely upset or extremely excited. The funny thing was, I happened to have had that week off for spring break, and had had my peaceful writing time violated over and over again by a barrage of telemarketing calls. When the phone rang yet again that afternoon, I saw the number on the display screen of our house phone, didn’t recognize it, and deliberately ignored it with a frustrated groan. Almost immediately, my cellphone rang with the same number. Again, didn’t recognize it and wasn’t in the mood to have someone try to sell me anything. But then… my phone “dinged”, letting me know I had a message.
A message? No one leaves me a message on my cell phone. Hardly anyone else even has the number. Who could that be? By this point, I was distracted and curious enough to stop my work and listen to it. I didn’t need to get much farther than the caller’s first statement, letting me know it was Angela James from Carina Press, before I was grinning so wide it hurt. No one calls you to say they aren’t interested in your work. Right? And so began the excitement of dancing around the house and waking my husband from his very sound, luxurious afternoon nap that had him blinking owlishly, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with me.
Nothing was wrong. In fact, everything was quite right. I was so pleased that Quicksilver Dreams had made an impact, it felt like one of those great validating moments in my life. I’d spent the last year and some working on the book, and really enjoying the “what if” process, letting the story take me from Hollywood, California, to Te`re, another planet where there was an ongoing war between two nations, then back to Venice Beach, California. Taylor Lane, my badass female lead, really came to life for me. She was fun and funny, light and snarky, with a dash of kick-your-ass thrown in, but at the end of the day, she had a deep streak of vulnerability that she’d really worked hard to protect. She felt real to me, and when I got an email from my editor for the first time relaying what was most appreciated about the novel, I was reassured that she and Ryder had seemed real for the acquisition team as well. Added to that, I loved the idea of having something really extraordinary happen to a character who’d only ever thought she was ordinary.
My name is Taylor, and damn but my life changed overnight. One moment I was just a regular girl working two jobs to pay my bills, and next thing you know, I’m uncovering secret metal disks at my boss’s house. Now I’m reading minds, dream-walking and being saved from bad guys by Mr. Dark and Brooding.
That would be Ryder Langston, my new next-door neighbor. He’s sex on legs but he’s also a secret agent from another world—no joke. I believe him now because he dragged me back here “for my protection” after he discovered someone was trying to assassinate me on Earth. It isn’t working out so well.
There’s a war going on, one that’s been fought for generations. Ryder’s having trust issues (not that it’s stopping us from falling into bed), and it turns out I’m connected here, if you know what I mean. The target on my back finally makes sense, but there’s nowhere left to hide…
Here’s some food for thought: Given the chance to travel instantly to another planet that had Earth-like features, would you go? I’d love to hear your thoughts. It’s a corny question, but a fun one to explore.
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Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the sweet story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies together. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.