At Long Last, Risk Factors is HERE!

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I debated what to write about today and decided to talk about the writing process. More specifically, how I wrote this particular story.

For starters this book came about as a challenge from a critique partner who asked our whole group if we wanted to try to write for a one month thing Mills and Boon did. It was a guarantee to get your writing in front of one of their editors, no doubt and no slush pile. I accepted her challenge and began.

First off, I want to say that was not the best idea to write a book. It was not in my comfortable genre so I chased insecurities all the way through writing it. I knew it wouldn’t be good enough, though in the end it was—to my surprise.

I don’t recommend anyone write something they aren’t familiar with in three months. I’m a champion of writing outside your comfort box, just not on a whim and in so little of time. But that’s what I did with Risk Factors. It turned out good in the end, but not with the publisher it was written for.

I’m thrilled to have found a home for this story with Lyrical Press. I’m equally excited to be a member of their author family since submitting this book to Piper Denna just over a year ago in a blog pitch.

But it was a rocky road there for a while.

I began the story from scratch in August with one chapter. In September and early October I wrote two more chapters at the request of the editor who pulled my submission. Through the rest of October and all of November I wrote the remaining nine chapters, and finished the first complete draft on Nov. 30, at one minute to midnight.

You need to know that I’d promised myself to finish before Dec. first so I’d be able to get it critiqued before a pre-Christmas submission to the editor at Mills and Boon.

            I did a rough edit and sent it to my cps group on Dec tenth and told them I needed a rush job on it. I’d promised the editor in October I’d have it to her before Christmas! Okay- I don’t suggest anyone tell an editor they’ll write, edit and submit a book in less than two months…

Stress? Oy, yes. I had stress to spare! I’m proud I made my deadline, but I will NEVER do that again!

I got the WIP back from the wonderful CP group around Dec 15^th and on Dec. 18^th I hit the send button. I had made it ahead of schedule. Then I spend the next six weeks double-guessing my wisdom and talent.

I have never tried to do this since, and I doubt I’ll ever do it again. It was a whirlwind book that, thankfully, has a happy ending.

Here’s what the fuss is all about:

Love, like life, is not without risk.

BLURB

Veterinarian Vivian Dane has purchased her uncle’s practice in the tiny town of Wales, Missouri, where most residents still doubt her ability to treat their pets. But Viv is used to being considered less-worthy than her predecessors. After all, her parents are world-renowned wildlife vets, and most everyone is unimpressed she’s chosen to not follow directly in their footsteps. Now Connor, a patient’s owner, is hot for Viv, but clearly doesn’t think she’s dating material because he has a daughter…who he believes no woman is good enough for.

 

Being a perfect dad is EMT paramedic Connor’s life focus. He can’t seem to stay away from sexy Doctor Viv, but attraction is as far as he’ll ever let it go. His mother abandoned him, leaving him to be raised in the foster system, and then his wife abandoned both him and their daughter. He absolutely will not risk bringing another woman into his little girl’s life and having her feel the hurt of being left…again.

 

Forfeiting is easier than attempting and failing. So why does Viv feel compelled to prove she’s a sure bet for Connor and his daughter? Can Connor trust Viv--and himself--enough to play

the possibilities?

EXCERPT

It was close to five o’clock and Viv wanted to go home. Winter hadn’t reached the Midwest yet, but from September through October the temperatures often dipped and dove sporadically, before diving for the long winter ahead. There’d been a slight chill in the air that morning and she hoped for a few more weeks of warmth before harsh weather moved in.

           She looked forward to a hot soak in the bathtub, but Skittles was due for pick-up first. Connor had assured her he’d pick her up, or have his father get her before five. She glanced at her watch again. Four-fifty-six. She didn’t mind staying late if she needed to; it would be a shame to leave the nervous animal alone another night.

She opened the small closet to put the dust mop away.

“Hello.”

With a start, she spun and her hand caught the broom handle on her way around. Gasping, she grabbed uselessly, horrified as the cleaning tool flew sideways from the closet. In slow motion she saw it shoot out against Connor’s shoulder and fall with a sharp snap onto the tile floor.

“Oh! I’m so--so sorry! Are you hurt?” Instant heat rushed up her neck and she bent to reclaim the errant broom to shove into the closet. She slammed the door and leaned against it on a sharp breath.

“I’m fine. You worried your killer broom might attack again? You might consider putting a lock on the door,” he said with a crooked smile.

Puzzled, Viv looked around and realized with total humiliation how it appeared she’d trapped the broom inside the closet--when in actuality, she wanted to climb through the door beside the instrument and hide.

“Of course not. That would be silly. I didn’t expect you right now.”

“It’s two minutes of five. I told you I’d be here for Skittles. Is it too late?”

Right. The skunk. “No. I’m sure she’s more than ready to go home. Do you have the pet carrier to put her in?” She probably didn’t need to ask when Connor stood empty-handed before her.

            He lowered his head and she knew he’d forgotten it, fought back a smile at his forgetfulness. “Sorry. I drove straight from work and didn’t think about it.”

“No worry. I have one you can borrow.” Which meant he’d have to see her again. She’d definitely need to see him again.

“Thank you. I’ll bring it back tomorrow.”

“Oh, there’s no rush. I keep a few on hand for emergencies.” She led him back to the cage where the skunk still huddled, and got a carrier while he opened the cage to retrieve his daughter’s pet. As he lifted the black fur ball out, Viv set a pink case next to him.

He hissed under his breath and almost let the animal loose. Viv opened the cage and held it upright for him to lower the skunk down inside and shut the door. Once he stood with the pet taxi, she detected a smear of red on one finger.

“She bit you?” Skunk bite, rabies, germs…

“It’s fine. When she’s scared she tends to nip a warning like a cat.” Connor’s lack of care concerned Viv, however.

“I should clean it with antiseptic before you go.”

“I’ll tend it when I get home.”

“But, it may have germs…get infected.”

“It’s not the first time, and her rabies vaccination is current. Thank you, but it’s not necessary.”

Viv stopped by a cabinet on the way to the front reception area to grab ointment and a Band-Aid.

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Calisa Rhose is an Okie, born and bred, through and through, and proud of it. While growing up, when she wasn’t on the back of a horse, she could be found with pen and paper in hand. Her writing career began with poetry in her younger days. Then she discovered Rock-n-Roll and cute musicians. Poetry turned into stories of romance and dreams. These days she lives with the same man who convinced her to take a romantic journey with him almost 30 years ago. After raising three strong daughters she spends her days loving their granddaughters, hoping for a boy someday, and writing. When she’s not writing, you can find Calisa putting on her editor hat and working to help other published and aspiring writers.

She is working on more projects with her favored contemporary cowboys, first responders  and firemen, as well as, the occasional ‘other’ heroes- and their sexy female counterparts, those sassy, stubborn heroines.

Find Calisa at her website/blog http://calisarhose.wordpress.com, Twitter@CalisaRhose, Facebook/Calisa Rhose, Goodreads and Amazon

So here I am. Gnawing what little nails I have left, kicking off another tour for a book I have so much hope and faith in. At the end of this tour I’ll be picking one winner to gift either a signature rose rock for a USA winner or a $10 GC of choice (Kindle or Nook) for one overseas or in Canada. Either winner will also get a PDF copy of Risk Factors!

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