NIGHT RIDER – AS SOON AS MY FORMATTER RETURNS IT, I’LL PUBLISH IT THIS MONTH OR NEXT ON KINDLE SELECT.
Several years ago, when electronic books were new and I had my first contract for a romance e-novel, I served on a panel at Left Coast Crime in Monterey, CA, re this new wave of publishing. Afterward, I overheard a woman on the panel — who was in my Romance Writers of America chapter in Orange County, CA — mention to an aspiring writer that Amber Quill Press, LLC, was holding a contest for erotic short stories. Mind you, my friend didn’t tell me about it. Apparently she didn’t think I was the type.
I was multi-published in fiction and non-fiction, but had only had this first romance novel out. I’d had some success with contests, and I wondered if I could write erotic. Well, if you don’t try, you’ll never know, will you? Dark Stranger, my submission and no longer available, was one of the winners in the 2004 Amber Heat Wave Contest. I’ve now received my rights back, reduced the erotic parts to sensual, lengthened it, purchased this striking cover by Carey Abbott, and retitled it.
My work-in-progress—more popularly known as a WIP—is developing A Night to Remember into either extended novella or novel length. The 2,000 word short romance first appeared in A Holiday Anthology Volume 2, released in December 2014 by Rose Anderson and the Exquisite Quills Yahoo group. Soon the short story will be available for Nook, Kindle, on Smashwords, and Barnes and Noble. Look for this gorgeous cover when you order it.
I provided the image, and Carey Abbott completed it as a cover.
Do you love it? I do! The sense of isolation, of the lone car on a road at nightfall in a snowstorm, is perfect for the opening of the story.
Copyright 2014 by Dee Ann Palmer
Cover design by Carey Abbott
It was the worst Christmas Eve Marlee had ever lived through. Providing she did live through it, she thought. People who longed for a white Christmas obviously didn’t expect it to come with a power outage and a blizzard like she was creeping along in in her old Nissan.
Squinting to see, she switched the heat to the front and rear windshields. If she didn’t reach her house soon, the wipers wouldn’t be able to cut through the ice forming there. A shiver raced through her. The snow had thickened and the temperature had dropped in the last thirty minutes—