Today is March 19, 2013. Release Day for One Moment’s Pleasure was yesterday, March 18, 2013. The long wait is finally over. How long did it take for this book of my heart to appear in print? In a sense I’ve been waiting for March 18, 2013 for more than ten years. Yep, a decade ago is when the concept for One Moment’s Pleasure and the entire Wildfire Love series popped into my head. First I had other books to write. I had to wait, but anticipation of the fun I would have writing One Moment’s Pleasure and its sister books helped me be dedicated to getting those other books written.
Then life handed me a few curves in the form of some family tragedies. I started writing One Moment’s Pleasure at that time and believe me, I received much more than a single moment of pleasure during the drafting. Then I started on the revision process, while life kept handing me these curveballs—like the death of my mother. Edith and Dutch’s story still delighted me, and I was determined that the life of this book would not suffer because of my personal issues.
I sought help with the manuscript and receive yet another curve. A person I believed was a friend and whom I thought experience made wiser than me told me that One Moment’s Pleasure would never make it to publication because the characters weren’t heroic and the plot was completely unbelievable. We are no longer friends. That person did not believe in me the way I believed in my own book. Writers—heck everyone—need people who believe them capable of achieving their dreams. Don’t hang out with people who don’t believe.
So I sought out new friends, new voices of experience who could guide me. I was still waiting for March 18, 2013, even though I did not then know the exact date. I revised again and again. Life began to back off with the curves—although not completely, the troubles became easier to surmount. I finally decided I had a manuscript I could submit for publication and kept waiting for March 18, 2013. Rejection after rejection after rejection on top of those lesser but still present curves. I kept the faith with Edith and Dutch, with their story, anticipating the day when I would see them published.
The years went by, the day crept closer. November 13, 2012 is the day that my faith in this book was rewarded with an offer from Jennifer Lawler at Crimson Romance Publishing. What did I do? I waited—for the excitement to die down and good sense to reign. I waited while I reviewed contract terms and negotiated changes. Even after I accepted Crimson Romance’s offer, I waited—first for the editor to read the book and return her comments to me. Then for me to make the requested changes and discuss with the editor challenges arising from those changes.
Then I waited more, until I received an e-mail in mid-January telling me One Moment’s Pleasure would be released on March 18, 2013. However, this was January. I had two months still to wait. Anticipation of that day in March—of the satisfaction I would feel when readers could finally share in the excitement that One Moment’s Pleasure has given me over the past ten years—kept me waiting. I waited through discussions of cover art, through debates over which marketing tools I could use and afford, and through fears that readers would not find in One Moment’s Pleasure the same delight, intrigue and passion that had kept me waiting for ten years. Now my, and yours, is over One Moment’s Pleasure is available for purchase. Today I celebrate the triumph over time and adversity that this day represents. Tomorrow I will go back to waiting for One Night’s Desire — Wildfire Love # 2.
As readers, does anticipation of the reading experience you know you will get from a particular author keep you waiting? What do you do between books from your favorite author(s)? Please leave a comment and tell me how you handle the (depending on your point of view very long or very short) days until the wait is over? Remember your comments are my greatest reward—even greater than waiting for release day ☺.
About One Moment’s Pleasure
One Moment’s Pleasure will become a lifetime’s passion when spinster, Edith Alden, embarks on a search for her missing sister. Pretending to be a rich bored woman looking for an interlude with an anonymous male Edith enters the San Francisco bordello where her sister was last seen. She escapes the bordello almost too easily, but she can’t escape the passion ignited by a stranger’s kiss.
Born and raised in the brothels of the California gold rush, Dutch Trahern worked for years to erase a childhood spent committing petty crimes and worse in order to survive. That past comes back to haunt him in the form of a woman he rescues from prostitution. Now his hard won respectability is threatened by an irresistible desire for a woman he shouldn’t want.
Excerpt from One Momement’s Pleasure chapter five
He saw it coming, and if he’d believed she’d follow through, he might have stopped her.
“How dare you question my virginity! You don’t even know me. I, sir, am no whore!”
He put his hand to his stinging cheek and checked to make certain he could still move his jaw.
The slap re-lit his simmering temper, and he advanced on her, retribution his primary goal. She cradled the hand she used to hit him against her waist, using the other to fight a losing battle with her décolletage as step for step she backed away.
The raw panic on her face cooled his ire a bit.
The sinking dress dragged the floor. She caught a heel in the hem, pulling the dress half off her body.
He put out his hands to keep her from falling.
“No!” She raised her arms as if to protect her face from his fists, giving up all hold on the recalcitrant bodice.
He let his hands drop and closed his eyes to get a mental grip. Finally he got it. He understood what the woman had been saying all along. She wasn’t a whore. No whore behaved like this woman-well except for dropping her clothes. Whores did that all the time but not when running away from a client. Whores ran toward clients not away, and drugged up or not they didn’t act in ways guaranteed to make a client angry.
He opened his eyes.
“I’m not gonna hurt . . .” His jaw opened and shut. He couldn’t pull his eyes from her naked form. “For petesakes put your clothes back on.”
He bent, tugging at the cloth around her feet.
“No. Don’t do that.” She batted at his arms and twisted downward, trying to rescue the dress.
“Stop fighting me,” he growled. “You’ll tear it.”
She succeeded in getting a grip on the dress but cracked her head against his. She staggered into him.
“Ow.” He jerked upward, the dress still in his hands.
“Noo!” Already off balance, her tangled feet slid out from under her along with the cloth. Then her head hit the floor.
For the third time in almost as many days, Dutch had a female at his feet. He stared at the woman sprawled before him. She was beautiful. Naked and beautiful and not moving. How had he gotten into this situation, and who would believe it if he told them? “Get up. Virgin or not, I’m not fool enough to get down there with you.”
She didn’t twitch.
About the author
Author of historical, contemporary, and erotic romances, Rue Allyn fell in love with happily ever after the day she heard her first story. She is deliriously married to her sweetheart of many years and loves to hear from readers about their favorite books and real life adventures. Learn more about Rue at http://RueAllyn.com, FB, Twitter, Goodreads, Amazon, and her blog.