Writing Black and Blue was not fun.  That’s right.  I said not.  And I totally meant it!  I wrote the book without any problems—and, since I’m being honest, without any real love for it—then turned it in and waited for my editor’s feedback.

She wasn’t a fan.

When she listed the problems she had with it, my stomach dropped.  She was SO right.  I could only mumble in agreement.  I didn’t even try to put up a fight.  We brainstormed a complete rewrite.  But there was a slight problem.  We were on a very tight deadline, and I would have to turn in the new draft…within two and a half weeks.

Cue the vomiting of blood.

I had a choice.  Let it go to print as it was, and publish a book I disliked, or suck it up and do my job.  I wanted to cry, but I decided to do my job and got to work.  (Fine.  I did a little crying, too.)  I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote.  Long hours were spent in front of the computer.  I barely left my office.  But you know what?  I got in a groove, and things started flowing.

The characters came alive for me at last.  Blue makes his money two ways.  As a black ops agent, he kills bad guys. And, okay, sometimes good. As a cover, he is the quarterback for the #1 National Otherworlder Football League, the Invaders.  Then there’s Evie, a surgeon. She was born into money, with a father that owns half the world. Sometimes, though, she nightlights as a black ops agent.

The plot excited me.  It was lust at first sight for Blue and Evie, followed by hate at first conversation. But after Blue is ambushed in an explosion, he is injured and has nowhere to turn, no one he trusts…except Evie, his boss’s unpredictable daughter. They are forced to spend time together, and the lust comes back with a vengeance. It won’t be denied.

The action thrilled me.  And the romance…oh, sweet heat, I mentioned the lust, right?  The romance began to sizzle.

Finally, I was having fun with the story.  I even finished writing it early!  (Even a few minutes can put you ahead of schedule, right?)

But…next came the moment of truth.  I turned it in, hoping my editor would love it as much I as did.

Her call came in a few days later.  And…drum roll…she was head over heels for it!

My relief was palpable, to say the least!

I hope you’ll check out Blue and Evie’s story.  I also hope you’ll love it as much as we do—because I’m not rewriting it.

All my best,

Gena Showalter