Last week, there was a hashtag topic on Twitter about books that changed your life. I decided to play along – on my blog at least. Without further ado, the books that made me who I am today.
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1.    Good-bye Stacey, Good-bye, Baby-Sitters Club #13, by Ann M. Martin

This wasn’t the first BSC book I read, but it’s the one that made me cry. Stacey moved back to New York, and the pain was as real to me as it was to the book’s characters. These girls were my friends. One reason I loved the BSC books was because they were published every month. Once I figured out that out, my mom was great about taking me to the bookstore to get the latest book. Yay mom!

2. The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis

My fourth grade teacher read a chapter of this book to us every day. I was so engrossed in the story that I had to know how it finished. He was going too slow! I jumped for joy when found the book in the school library, parked myself in a chair, and read it right then and there. 
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3. It Had to Be You by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

I remember it like it was yesterday instead of 1994. I bought this book at the B. Dalton at Town East Mall in Mesquite, TX. To know me is to know that I adore sports as much as I adore romances. That day at the mall, those two worlds collided. My mind was officially blown. This is still one of my all-time favorite novels.

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4.    All Tied Up, the first book in the gIRL-gEAR series by Alison Kent – I’d never read anything like it before, and I haven’t since. Kent encapsulated what it’s like to be in your mid-twenties out of college and on your own. Yeah, you have responsibilities, but having fun with friends is still a top priority.  

5.    Could It Be Magic by Gina Wilkins – My very first adult romance.  ‘Nuff said.

 
 
This morning, I’m still on cloud nine. From what, you say?

Let’s go back to the beginning, shall we.

In January, Harlequin's Kimani Press held an online pitch contest with the senior editor, Kelli Martin. I was one of the winners of the contest. During the pitch, she requested a partial of Seducing Ms. Right, which I sent out in early February. She also suggested a fabulous change to my manuscript, which I included in the synopsis and then wrote in the story.

So began my wait. Just when I thought I might be getting a response soon, I came home one day to find my mailbox lying on its back, looking very sad. It’s one of those metal community mailboxes that everyone shares. It’s been there for over twenty years out in the elements, so I guess the nails rusted and/or untightened or something. The poor mailbox lay there for a few days until one day it was missing. I guess the mail carrier carted it off to be fixed. Now, we had to go to the post office to get our mail.

When the mailbox returned a week or so later, there was a little confusion. I don’t think one of the mail carriers realized it had been fixed, so one day there was mail inside, but the next day there wasn’t and I had to go to the post office.

Mind you, I’d been stalking my mailbox everyday, hoping for a response that hadn’t come. So I freak out a little thinking my Kimani response maybe got lost in the shuffle somewhere.

I thought about sending a follow up just to make sure, but I kept putting it off. The likelihood of it getting lost was small (even if it did exist), and I didn’t want to bug them in case they just hadn’t read it yet.

Saturday, June 19, rolls around. I go to my RWA chapter meeting that morning, where I whined about my fate to my chapter mate, Roni. Then, I went to work and got home at 9:30 p.m. I checked the mailbox like always. I filtered through the envelopes until I saw one with my handwriting on it.  I yanked it out of the mailbox and ripped it open. I could barely read it because it was so dark, but I managed to make out the phrase "enjoyed taking a look at it" and started jumping up and down.

I got a request for the FULL MANUSCRIPT!


Needless to say, I'm beyond excited. I have some tweaks I want to make before I send it out, but I intend for that bad boy to wing its way back to New York by the end of the week.

And the journey continues…