“Congratulations! Destiny’s Designs has won the “2010 AKW Books eNovel of the Year” (Fiction category) award…”
This was the message in my Goodreads account this afternoon – the words every writer dreams of hearing!
This novel has such sentimental appeal and is so dear to my heart. I actually wrote it – longhand – when I was working for an interior designer. Some days we did not have appointments, and I would be in the office, with my imagination churning as I tallied up the monthly tax payment. Then at night I’d go home and read the newest installment to my parents. (By the way, they were tough critics!)
Eventually I finished the book, typed it up and began sending it out. The rejections came very quickly! I was devistated, naturally, but persisted.
After all, who would not LOVE a God-centered story about international jet setters, a dashing sailor, Newport society, a single mother, a journalist with ethical standards and so much more?
Well, apparently everybody!
Until the happy day that Desert Breeze publishing appeared in my InBox!!
To be continued…
Silence. Once again, the answer she hoped to hear from God did not arrive.
She sighed, starting to print copies of her lecture notes for her students. She gasped and jumped up when Neil burst into her office.
He held the door wide open and knocked on the frame, shaking the clapboard shop. “Anybody home?”
Lisa shook her head. “You’ll huff and you’ll puff… but you can just come in. Good morning.”
“You tell me what’s good about it.”
He closed the door behind him, then ran his hands through his tousled hair. Lisa noticed his broad his palms and strong fingers. His ringless finger…
Oh, Lord! I do not need a distraction named Neil Lamont!
She focused on the view of the dancing waves in the distance through her window, trying to pull herself together. “How’s your mother?”
“Okay, thanks, but the break-in shocked her system.”
“That’s not something we want.”
“Not at all.”
“I know about her heart problems in the past.” Lisa wondered if she should mention Neil’s father’s fatal skiing accident years before. After all, everyone in Newport knew about it, and how it started the countess’ heart problems. For now, Lisa decided not to bring it up.
They stood facing each other for a long moment. Neil radiated a pent-up energy, the air between them charged with emotion.
For some strange reason she could not explain, Lisa kind of liked it. Oh, Lord…