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Rebecca E. Neely’s THE KEEPER (Crossing Realms #1)
Sacrifice or salvation? A chosen psychic few may be both. As the city's Keepers battle Betrayers to save the human race, all's not fair in love and war.
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As a new author, what struggles have you faced?
As a new author, there are many struggles, but there are also many joys and rewards.
Finding time to write, while working a full time job and being a single parent, is always a struggle. The learning curve for marketing a book is steep. Being willing to be wrong is a necessity, and a tough pill to swallow. I love to be right. What one of us doesn’t? Believe me, I’ve been humbled many, many times.
But here are just a few of the joys, and there are also many of those. When a reader lets you know how much they enjoyed your story during a difficult time in her life, I feel blessed. Your words and your ideas that you burned the midnight oil to crank out, spoke to someone. We, as writers, have the ability to instill hope and joy and encouragement. I can’t think of a better gift. Oh, and someone is paying you to do something you love. Pretty cool, right? Writing is my passion. Being able to pursue that passion, and dream my dreams, enables me to be more of the person I believe I was meant to be.
Meeting readers and other authors is also a deeply rewarding experience. Working with my editor continues to be a joy. She has helped me to grow as a writer in ways I couldn’t possibly have imagined.
So, if I’m having a bad day, or I’m stuck on a plot, or I’m worried I’m not going to meet a deadline, I work through it. Because at the end of that day, I know I’m pursuing the right thing: writing.
And what advice would you give other authors looking to publish their first books?
I’m often asked how I ‘got published’, so hopefully, sharing my story will help others with questions they may have.
I wrote two really bad novels, that are still under my bed (last time I checked) and should remain there. <grin> But I kept writing.
In 2013, I’d recently finished A Mighty Good Man, a romantic suspense. Through Savvy Authors (savvyauthors.com), I took part in an online pitching event, where editors and agents basically post an ‘open call’ for submissions, specifying what kinds of stories they’re looking for. It was an amazing experience. The event lasted for about a week, I believe, and by the time I’d finished submitting my pitch for A Mighty Good Man, I had four requests for the full manuscript. It was thrilling and humbling, to say the least.
There’s not a time in my life that I haven’t love writing. My advice? You’ve got to love it, or you’re in the wrong business. If you can’t imagine not writing, not getting down those crazy ideas that wake you up in the middle of the night, then you’re well on your way.
I recommend joining writing groups, to meet other authors, to talk about your projects, but I also recommend not listening to everything they say. As writers, we’ve got fragile egos – I don’t care who you are. Go with your gut. If you feel strongly about an idea or a story, then believe in it, and yourself, and your ability Think about it. If you don’t believe in your story, how can you convince an agent or editor to?
Read all you can. In your chosen genre. Outside your genre. Read books about writing. The best book I’ve ever read about the craft of writing is Techniques of the Selling Writer by Dwight Swain. It literally changed the way I write. I have it on my Kindle, and I own it in paperback, just so it can be with me at all times. I’m not joking.
Always keep learning, and keep an open mind. You can never know it all. What an amazing gift, right? Gives you a reason to get up in the morning. <grin>
Persistence pays. I will put my money on that every time, every single day of the week. I freelanced for over fifteen years. When I was just starting out, I had only a few magazine articles to my credit. I signed up for an online freelance service, and I submitted over eighty bids before a client awarded me the job.
Don’t give up. There will be many days you will want to. Don’t.
About The Keeper (Crossing Realms #1):
Nick Geary, jaded clan leader of human guardians, the Keepers, is doomed to love a human woman who’s forgotten him, time after time, for thirteen years: Libby Klink, a skittish accountant who’s as terrified of her recent and strange intuitions as she is of her mundane existence.
When Nick is ordered by the clan’s guiding force to seek Libby’s help in defending the clan against enemy Betrayers, romance sizzles as the pair forms an unlikely alliance in their desperate search to discover the key to the clan’s salvation—which Libby alone holds.
But a haunting secret could cost Nick everything, and in a race against time, both will be forced to choose between their hearts and duty. Can their love, and the clan survive, or will the very forces that drew them together ultimately destroy them?
The battle in the Steel City begins.
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Her index finger found the button and lowered the window a crack.
Immediately, he raised his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m unarmed.”
Always good to hear. She cocked her head, perplexed. “Who are you?”
“Nick Geary.” Unsmiling, a muscle worked in his jaw. He held her hostage with his eyes. “We need to talk.”
Her heart tripped. No doubt about it. She’d never heard of any Nick Geary, never seen this man before in her life. Or had she? Why didn’t she know? Shouldn’t she? What could they possibly need to talk about? A new kind of panic engulfed her. She pounced on the button, closed the window, and laid on her horn.
Scowling, he mouthed some kind of oath.
The driver door swung open on the truck in front of her. A portly man with a bush of a gray beard got out, lumbered over. Squinted at her. “You okay?” he bellowed as he tugged a T-shirt sporting a Confederate flag over his girth. “This guy messin’ with you?”
Yeah, he was messing with her all right. Air. She needed air. She locked eyes with Nick. His were blue and crystalline, as placid as they’d been stormy. He reached around his neck to finger a shiny stone the green of spring grass, nestled under his collar on what appeared to be a thin leather strap.
It glowed with ember-like intensity. She watched, fascinated.
I-279 South, idling engines, the car radio somewhere behind her booming its bass—all of it receded like floodwater after a storm.
Libby stood on the porch of the cabin she and her father rented for a week every summer. He came around the corner, fairly glowing. Pink with health. Dad. He slung a fishing rod over his shoulder and winked. “Let’s go catch us a mess of crappies.” The creek, ten feet away, rushed over rocks and fallen trees, its path clear, sure. The sun warmed her face and the air soothed her. She breathed in the scent of earth, burgeoning with spring.
She blinked. Snippets of music and phone conversations littered the highway around her. Libby gaped, unable to speak, like she’d shot down a hill on a roller coaster and banked the curve of the next.
Nick said nothing, his eyes still locked on hers.
Ford Truck shot him a dirty look, then clambered over to her side of the car. “Lady, I said, you okay?” he yelled.
Shaking, she lowered her window, not sparing him a glance. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”
Muttering something about the country going to hell in a handbasket, Ford Truck stomped back to his pickup and climbed inside.
Still staring at Nick, she clung fast to her resolve before it escaped her. Reaching across the seat, she yanked on the handle, and pushed open the passenger door.
A sucker for a happy ending, Rebecca writes the kind of stories she loves to read—those featuring authentic, edgy and vulnerable characters, smack dab in the middle of action that explodes from page one.
Raised on a down home blend of Johnny Cash, Jack London, Sherlock Holmes, the Steelers, and all things small town, Rebecca feels blessed to have grown up in a close knit, fun loving and artistic family. Her mother, a voracious reader and scratch cook, and her father, an entrepreneur, English teacher and lover of literature, taught Rebecca and her brother to work hard, aim for the stars, and live life.
With music, books and laughter as constant companions, she grew up working, cooking and eating in the family’s restaurant business. A certified book and hoagie junkie, Rebecca thrives on live music, mysteries and the outdoors.
She’s a cheddar enthusiast, lover of cats, teddy bears, hot coffee, cold beer, thunderstorms, the blast of a train’s whistle, the change of seasons, country roads, woodpeckers, spoon rings, cool office supplies, and the Food Network.
Careers, past and present, include freelance writing, accounting, mother, problem solver, doer and head bottle washer.
Rebecca is a member of the Three Rivers Romance Writers, a PAN member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), and is honored to serve as a judge for several writing contests each year.
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