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December 15, 2011
Submission Call from Angela James
Here's a snippet:
A contemporary romance trilogy or series. I love editing Shannon Stacey's books and I want to edit more contemporary romance, so I'm looking to acquire an author who has a contemporary romance trilogy or series planned. Any heat level considered! I'm specifically looking for contemporary romance novels (over 70k) but will consider a novella series (for novellas, even better if they're erotic, but not necessary)
A new paranormal romance (or urban fantasy w/romantic elements) series. The good news for you is that I'll consider all manner of paranormal, including vampires, shifters, etc. I'm not wore out on paranormal, so hit me with your A-game, even if it's a vampire series! Again, any heat level considered.
A very, very hot erotic romance series. Smokin' hot. Any subgenre, any length. Can be BDSM or m/m. Just looking for smokin' hot erotic romance (not erotica, please).
So the trend here is that I'm looking for an author/authors I can build within a series in these particular genres. I'm not looking for standalone novels or novellas for this particular submissions call for myself (though Carina Press is always willing to and does acquire standalones).
For more information, check out Angela's blog.
December 13, 2011
Call for Submissions: Love & Bounty!
Do you have a heroine/hero Bounty Hunter? Someone wrongfully accused and on the run from a Bounty Hunter?
Liquid Silver Books is looking for Bounty Hunter focused stories that cater to the relationships full of desire, chemistry, passion and a fantastic romance stories. These stories are open to any genre. (M/F, M/M, F/F & ménages welcome – M/M/F, F/F/M, M/M/M, F/F/F)
Submissions are …
Ø open to all authors currently published with Liquid Silver books and those wishing to be published with Liquid Silver Books.
Ø All works must be new material. Previously published works or works currently part of a series will not be considered.
Ø All submissions must be exclusive to Liquid Silver Books; if we decline your submission; you are free to submit elsewhere.
Submission requirements …
Ø Full manuscript in Ariel, 12pt saved as RTF.
Ø Length: 15k – 60k (Flexible, but 15k minimum)
Ø Genre: All genres, but must feature a Bounty Hunter scenario.
Heat Level …
Ø Open to all our current heat levels – Sterling, Liquid and Molten. Please refer to our submission guidelines for further information.
Please refer to our submission guidelines for further information.
To submit, please send manuscript via email atsubmissions@liquidsilverbooks.com with CALL FOR SUBMISSION: LOVE & BOUNTY! in the subject line. Include your author bio in the body of the email and attach the completed manuscript and a one page snapshot synopsis.
If you have any questions, contact me directly ~ tracey@liquidsilverbooks.com
I look forward to your submissions!
**permission to foward**
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Call for Submissions: Fall Touchdowns!
Do you have a heroine/hero involved in football? A player, sports agent, coach? If so, we want to know more!!
Liquid Silver Books is looking for Football related stories that cater to the relationships full of desire, chemistry, passion and a fantastic romance stories. This series is open to any genre and must feature a Football scenario. (M/F, M/M, F/F & ménages welcome – M/M/F, F/F/M, M/M/M, F/F/F)
Each story will be …
Ø published within our normal heat level ratings and
Ø released within the fall season 2012.
Submissions are …
Ø open to all authors currently published with Liquid Silver books and those wishing to be published with Liquid Silver Books.
Ø All works must be new material. Previously published works or works currently part of a series will not be considered.
Ø All submissions must be exclusive to Liquid Silver Books; if we decline your submission; you are free to submit elsewhere.
Submission requirements …
Ø Full manuscript in Ariel, 12pt saved as RTF.
Ø Length: 15k – 60k (Flexible, but 15k minimum)
Ø Genre: All genres, but must feature a Football scenario.
Heat Level …
Ø Open to all our current heat levels – Sterling, Liquid and Molten. Please refer to our submission guidelines for further information.
Please refer to our submission guidelines for further information.
Submissions must be in by March 30th in order to go through the process and release in Fall 2012 (September 1st to November 30th).
To submit, please send manuscript via email atsubmissions@liquidsilverbooks.com with CALL FOR SUBMISSION: FALL TOUCHDOWN in the subject line. Include your author bio in the body of the email and attach the completed manuscript and a one page snapshot synopsis.
I look forward to getting fired up over your submissions!
**permission to forward**
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December 11, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday
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I got some good news this week! I love going into the Christmas holidays stress-free.
Or as close as I'll ever get to it anyway. ;D
He stepped into me and his lips brushed the sensitive spot where my neck met my spine. Dear gods. He swirled his tongue over my skin.
"Why are you doing this?" I gasped as his teeth scraped the column of my throat.
"I have my reasons."
For more Six Sunday goodness, check out the official website.
December 10, 2011
Evermine Review ARCs
I'm sending out review ARCs for Evermine this month. If you have a review blog, and/or you're a reader who posts reviews on Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes and Noble, etc, and would be interested in being added to the list for Evermine, then use my contact form here.
Here is the blurb:
He can be a slave to his past…or allow her love to free him.
There's such a thing as too much change. Emma's sister is mated. Revolution is brewing in her home realm. The last straw: her would-be mate is back from the dead and back under her skin—yet when it comes to the last five years, he's not talking.
Desperate for a chance to start her own life, she answers the queen's call to ensure equality for all of Askara's newly freed slaves. It's the perfect opportunity to escape a heartbreak in the making named Harper.
Harper loses a piece of his fractured soul when Emma walks away. His lies were meant to protect her from torturous years that drove him to the point of madness. Instead, when he comes to her a year later to help avert a crisis in a freed-slave community, the wedge those lies drove between them is firmly in place.
As their new lives collide with old wounds, they race to stop a threat that could not only destroy the queen, but send Harper back to the hell he escaped. Emma must decide if the man she still loves deserves equal rights to her heart.
Warning: This title contains torn pants, ripped gowns, and sand in uncomfortable places. It also includes one overcompensating villain, one gnarly priest, and two battered hearts willing to give this thing called love one last chance.
And here is an excerpt:
Earthen Realm, Dempsey Colony
Country music warbled through a battered radio on the shelf behind me. I glanced through the cutout between my kitchen and the dining area, but none of my customers seemed to mind hearing about heartaches and hound dogs, so I let it lie.
"Maddie," I yelled. "Order up."
My sister finished marking her notepad, then made a beeline for me.
"You're still coming over tonight, right?" She plucked napkins from a leaning stack and took the plates from my hands. "I've got popcorn, movies galore and China King on speed dial."
"Sounds like heaven." And I meant every word. Our girls' nights came less often these days. Maddie wouldn't be free if her mate, Clayton Delaney, hadn't gone off realm, to Askara.
Clayton worked with the freeborn legion, the demon equivalent to the Red Cross. Before Maddie, he'd traveled between this realm and the next often, bringing supplies and medical care to those in need. Now he was content to let others go in his stead, which suited her just fine.
I wasn't sure what had tempted him off realm this time, and Maddie's lips were sealed. Huffing bangs from my eyes, I ignored the envious twinge in my chest. Even Clayton's brother, Harper, wouldn't spill any of the details. I frowned. Actually, I couldn't find him to ask.
"Good deal," she said. "I was hoping we could—"
A metallic screech sliced open my ears as the diner trembled.
I braced on the counter. "What the hell was that?"
"Madelyn," a masculine voice, raw with pain, roared down the short hall.
"Oh God." Maddie's eyes rounded at whatever she saw. The plates she held wobbled, sliding down her arm to shatter as they hit the floor. She ran for all she was worth, past me.
"Marci," I called for my managing waitress. My apron tangled. I gave up, ripping the neck strap while tugging it over my head. I tossed it to her and made eye contact. "Cover for me."
"Is something wrong?" She touched my shoulder, but I shrugged her off.
"Don't know yet." I sprinted down the hall and out the rear exit, skittering through gravel. Sunlight cost me my vision long enough I heard my sister's pained cry before I saw her.
Maddie knelt beside Clayton, who sagged against the brick wall opposite the door he'd torn from its hinges to reach my sister. Her pale hands were stained red, and his right wing hung from his shoulder in tatters. Blood pooled at his hip. His black eyes shone with feral intensity, but each stroke of her hand down his cheek lulled his heaving chest into a more even rhythm.
The glamour he wore to appear human had failed. He was operating in full demon mode.
Lucky for us, the gateway between realms stood nearby, and our small colony touched its border. Otherwise, we'd be in for trouble. Evanti demons weren't what I'd call inconspicuous. They were black-skinned, with matching hair and eyes. The only touches of color on them were their massive carmine-colored wings. Unless aroused, then their dark eyes rimmed with silver.
The way Clayton's eyes shined for Maddie left few of his intentions to my imagination.
I turned before I saw the stuff of nightmares—my sister and demon-in-law making out.
"He needs Doc River," a harsh voice grated to my right. "Not sexual healing."
Dillon, another Evanti demon, stood at my elbow. A wide gash split open his face, made the cheek beneath his bicolored eyes swell. His glamour was intact, as always. I sometimes wondered if even he knew how his natural form looked. Sometimes I forgot he wasn't human.
That was the point. All Evanti used glamour here. They had to.
Earth might be our salvation, but none of us were fool enough to think humans, en masse, would welcome the knowledge that escaped slaves, winged demons from another realm, had set up colony in this sleepy town at the base of theBlue Ridge Mountains. Not that all of us had wings. Askaran demons, even half breeds like Maddie and me, looked human for the most part.
"What happened?" I squinted up at Dillon, into the sun.
"Fucking ambush." He rolled his shoulders as if limbering up for a second round. "Talk about your piss-poor party planning." He snarled. "Nesvia needs to get her shit together."
"What are you talking about?" I frowned. "Nesvia had a party?" And he'd been invited?
"Something like that." He sounded thoughtful. "We have news." He cracked a smile, something so rare from him, I stared. "Didn't think I'd live to see it, but Harper will fill you in."
"Harper?" I asked. "Is he here?" I glanced around. "Or did you stop by his place first?"
Dillon glanced away, and suddenly I knew the reason I hadn't been able to find Harper.
He hadn't been here, on Earth, to find. He must have sneaked off realm with Clayton.
Tremors worked from my knees, through my chest, and rattled my heart in its cage. "Where is he?" I spun on Clayton, who would have known, and Maddie, who hadn't told me.
"Emma." The way Clayton spoke my name, trying to soothe me, raised my hackles.
I couldn't breathe. From one second to the next, my brain scrambled. My pulse skittered.
I tried again to be rational, but every pair of eyes in the alley had locked on me. I swallowed hard and locked my knees, but they still shook hard enough to make my teeth rattle. I'd seen those sympathetic glances once before, the last time he went to Askara…the time he didn't come back. I couldn't lose him, not again. Spots danced in my vision. "Where is Harper?"
"I'm here, Emma-mine." His voice caressed my ears with the sweetest relief.
I sagged with it, almost too limp to turn. When I did, I got an eyeful of what no one wanted to tell me. I swallowed again as my gorge rose. He was sliced from black shoulder to hip. One of his carmine wings dragged the ground, and so help me God, there was an arrow lodged in his flank. His lips hitched to one side in his trademark, lazy-days smile as if nothing were wrong.
"Come here." He opened his arms to me. Well, one arm. The other hung limp at his side.
I was glued to his chest before my mind caught up with my feet. "What's wrong with you two? You should have gone to the clinic. You should have gone to Doc River, not come here."
Granted, Doc's clinic was still brand new, but she'd been the resident doctor for decades.
A low growl worked through his chest, sounding wet and making me shudder with fear. I kissed his collarbone. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to strangle him for doing this to me, again. For lying by omission, because he knew I'd crack under the strain of him leaving. There was nothing I could imagine so important he would risk himself by returning to Askara.
It had stolen five years of his life.
I didn't have it in me to forgive him if he let it steal even one more day.
"You're bleeding out." My voice went hoarse. "You're going to the doctor."
Instinct must have overridden his common sense. Both he and Clayton had been drawn to their mates, or in my case, would-be mate, as an imperative above seeking medical attention. Now his primal self was sated, and his adrenaline crash would be a doozy. "Come on. Let's get you to the clinic." I called over my shoulder, "Dillon, get Clayton on his feet while you can."
I led Harper across the street, past gawking humans, fellow colonists with ties to the Evanti, and into Doc River's clinic. Doc's lips set in a grim line as she herded him to an exam room. I collapsed into a chair in the waiting room and told myself every little thing was fine.
I started when someone jabbed my shoulder, then I rubbed the sore spot. Doc River stood over me with a pen in her hand, looking like she might want to poke me again. I scowled and she shrugged. After sinking into the chair beside me, she crossed her feet at the ankles on the coffee table.
"Hey, perk up. He's fine." Toying with the wild ends of her white braid, she added, "Or he will be. He's looking at a good twenty-four-hour healing window, and I want him walking everywhere for the next week. He can't risk those wings. Keep his feet on the ground."
My head bobbled along as I soaked up the important part—that he would recover. Even though Evanti healed fast compared to the sloth of human mending, I worried.
"How's Clayton?" Shame heated my cheeks. "And Dillon?" I hadn't thought of him until this minute.
"Dillon refused treatment." She clicked her tongue. "Like he's got something under that glamour I haven't seen before. As for Clayton, that boy hasn't been this messed up since Maddie ran over him." She made a rapid sign of the cross. "Speaking of lead-footed demonesses, I need to give this speech to her." Pointing over her shoulder, she said, "You can go in now."
I nodded, the only thing my head seemed capable of doing, then followed bloody footprints to a room in the back. Beeps and whirs from machines put me on edge, but when I stepped across the threshold, I heaved a grateful sigh. He was dozing, and his color looked good.
I went to his bedside and sat on the edge, staring until I had to reach out and touch some part of him. Pushing dark curls from his forehead, I stroked his temples, then his hollow cheeks.
"What were you thinking?" I murmured, more to myself than to him.
Askara was our home realm, a brutal realm where slavery thrived.
For all that I claimed Maddie as my sister, we weren't blood relatives. Her mother, Eliya, was the fallen queen of Askara, which made her the princess ascendant. My father, Archer, had been Eliya's longtime consort, but my mother was a human courtesan, which made me his half-breed, bastard daughter. Since Mother had died giving birth, her indenture passed on to me, and I became a slave in Father's house. Eventually, I'd been given to Maddie as her handmaiden.
I'd had no future, no dreams and no hope there. I'd been nothing.
Except in Harper's eyes, where I was more than the station of my birth, more than an accident of genetics, I was a female of worth. In all the years Harper had served as Maddie's guardian, his closeness to her had made my father assume Harper was in love with her. Never had it occurred to Father that he could love someone like me.
He'd been dead wrong.
Tick. Tick. Tick. A machine at Harper's shoulder spat out a curlicue of paper with his vitals. As I stared at the peaked sketches, I was transported back to the mountainous city of Rihos, to the night of Maddie's ascendancy ceremony, the night that changed all our lives.
I squeezed my eyes shut and matched my frantic breaths to his measured ones.
The heat of his palm cradling my cheek snapped my eyes open.
"Don't cry." His words slurred. Doc must have given him something for the pain.
I leaned into his touch. "I'm not." Sniffling, I added, "You scared me."
"Didn't mean to." His thumb swiped beneath my eye.
"You went back there." I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from raising my voice.
"Had to." His forehead puckered. "No choice."
"There's always a choice," I said on a near-hysterical laugh. "You just make poor ones."
His voice turned gruff. "Not true."
I wanted to drive home my point, but the old argument wasn't worth rehashing.
He knew about choices. He had made several on the night he crashed Maddie's ceremony, and we both had to live with the repercussions of my father's death and Harper's choice to bring Maddie and me to Earth. He'd spared us a most intimate violation, rape at the hands of aFirst Court priest, then he'd returned to Askara, to warn his father and brother of what he'd done, and flown into an ambush.
His father, Marcus, had died. Clayton had been good as dead. Harper…he didn't return.
All because of his choice to spare me and my sister from the lives we would have led.
For five years, I mourned his death. I made him a grave. I erected a marker, for God's sake. Then last month, Clayton had found him. He'd been imprisoned, by Eliya, all this time.
Learning Harper was alive tilted my world's axis. I'd been running backwards ever since.
"Have news," he said. "About Nesvia."
I swept my arm down his side to indicate his wounds. "Nesvia was there for this?"
He made a sound of agreement as his eyes fluttered closed.
Nesvia was the closest blood tie Maddie and I had. She was our half-sister, the only child born to her mother and my father. She was a reformist who craved change and Eliya's crown.
Harper's arm went limp, and his fingers slid down my face. I caught his hand and held it.
A knock at the door drew my head around. Maddie stood there, her face drawn and pale. Blood streaked her cheeks, vivid scores marring her alabaster complexion. "I'm sorry."
"You knew he was going." Of course she knew. Mates shared everything, and Harper couldn't have gone without clearing the trip through Clayton first. "And you didn't tell me."
The worst part was, as much as her betrayal stung, I'd done the same or worse to her where Clayton was concerned. Forgiven and forgotten. We always hurt those we loved the most.
"He knew you'd be upset. He made me promise I wouldn't say anything." She ran a hand through her hair. "He had no choice—Nesvia summoned him and Clayton. They both had to go."
My chest tightened as fear snuffed out my anger. "Why summon them specifically?"
Maddie bit her lip, as if deciding how much to tell me.
I stood and stalked toward her. "Why, Maddie? What's happening?"
Her gaze slid over my shoulder. When she saw Harper sleeping, she shut the door behind her and guided me into a chair at the foot of his bed. "Nesvia has been confirmed. She is now the Queen Ascendant of Askara." Maddie took my hands in hers, and they trembled. "She's done it." Her eyes gleamed. "She's freed the slaves."
My mouth fell open.
Our sister was now queen. Our kingdom was now free. Our lives were truly our own.
"But why ask for Clayton and Harper?" It made no sense. "Why not you, or even me?"
Her smile lost some of its brilliance. "She knew Clayton wouldn't allow me off realm until he was certain her peace offering wasn't a ruse. And I think…" her cheeks pinked, "…Nesvia assumed you wouldn't go without me."
"Oh." In other words, she still viewed me as a slave who dared not leave her master.
"Besides, her proposition was meant for them." Maddie shifted in her seat when my hands tightened. I loosened my grip so I wouldn't hurt her. "Clayton and I have been exchanging letters with Nesvia for the past several weeks." I nodded along. She'd mentioned it to me before. "And during that time, we outlined how the earthen colony operates. How it's funded. That sort of thing." She leaned closer. "Since Marcus Delaney founded this colony, and Nesvia has ties to him through me, and you, she's asked that one of his sons found a new colony…in Askara."
"No." The chair I'd sat in toppled onto its side when I got to my feet.
"Clayton can't accept her offer. This colony depends on him. They trust him to care for them and head up the legion." Her gaze lowered. "He's also afraid of what might happen if I returned. Like it or not, I'm still a princess, and Nesvia's coup has swirled a lot of controversy."
My back hit the wall, and I slid to the floor. "What did Harper say when she asked him?"
Maddie rubbed her arms as if she were cold. "He said he would consider her offer."
"Of course he did." I hid my face in my hands and braced my elbows on my knees.
Harper. He had locked the horrors of his imprisonment in some mental vault and buried the key so deep, his confusion was genuine if you asked him about what had been done to him.
Sadly, his loss remained razor sharp in my mind. Our separation burdened me, pressed on my shoulders, miring me in dreck from where we'd come from, where he'd have us go yet again.
Copyright © 2012 Hailey Edwards
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
December 8, 2011
I Do Love My Lists
I feel like I'm finding all sorts of ways to slip "If you're a blogger, contact me herefor review ARCs of Evermine and/or A Hint of Frost" into casual conversation. LOL
Promo is definitely the downside of the publishing experience, but it's not all bad. As a reader, I depend on word of new books trickling down to me. Otherwise, how can I find all the awesome new releases and authors I've never heard of but ought to be reading?
So here's my contribution to the cause. Here's my list of review sites if anyone is interested.
There aren't in any type of order. They vary widely on what heat level/genres/etc they accept. Just so you know. 
http://www.sizzlinghotbooks.net/
http://darkfaerietales.com/
http://alliwantandmore.blogspot.com/
http://morgan-irina.blogspot.com/
http://www.bookinitreviews.com/
http://lushbookreviewss.blogspot.com/
http://anotherlookbookreviews.blogspot.com/
http://bookmonsterreviews.blogspot.com/
http://www.mybookishways.com/
http://www.bookloversinc.com/
http://www.romancing-the-book.com/
http://www.maldivianbookreviewer.com/
http://jbpreviews.com/
http://romanceaholic.com/
http://www.literaladdiction.com/
http://www.stella-exlibris.com/
http://hangingwithbells.blogspot.com/
http://imlovingbooks.com/
http://vampirebookclub.net/
http://inside-dog.blogspot.com/
http://joanswan.blogspot.com/
http://theindecisivebookangel.blogspot.com/
http://paranormalbookreviews-kelly.blogspot.com/
http://theromancestudio.com/
http://bookreaderaddictsgiveaways.blogspot.com/
http://www.mizlovelovesbooks.com/
http://www.nocturnereads.com/index.html
http://www.darksideofthecovers.com/
http://readingromances.wordpress.com/
http://gravetells.com/
http://abbeymacinnis.blogspot.com/
http://seeingnight.blogspot.com/
http://patricia-preston.blogspot.com/
http://www.readingwithtequila.com/
http://www.book-addicts.com/
Okay, so I had more than I thought. I think that's a gracious plenty right there. LOL
Now I'm off to bed. I got some good news today and I'm hoping I can announce it in the next few weeks. 
December 6, 2011
Book Lust
I am a huge fan of Kresely Cole's Immortals After Dark series.
I've had a crush on Lothaire from word one and finding this trailer for his upcoming novel isn't going to help me sleep any easier while I'm waiting.
Ladies…prepare to fan yourselves…
December 4, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday
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We hit the Christmas parade today, I guess that makes it official. The ho-ho-holidays are here! Oh, if you'd like a chance to win a copy of Sasha Devlin's latest release, Daniel's Dare, then comment on this post. The winner will be announced on Monday.
That deep voice resonated through me and parched my mouth. I strained to sift the male I knew waited for my answer from the gloom shrouding him but I failed. No matter. The quickening of my pulse made for a proper introduction. Here I thought the spirit I tracked was the greatest threat in these passages. Yet I found one much greater.
For more Six Sunday goodness, check out the official blog.
December 3, 2011
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Geeks Unite! – Entangled Publishing
Forget the meek—the geek shall inherit the earth, and it's their turn to find out just how much love bytes. We love seeing beauty and brains combined, whether geeks are dealing with the tiresome rigors of tech support, arguing Star Wars vs. Star Trek, brewing coffee in beakers, pwning the opposing faction in an MMORPG, or single-handedly bringing down an unstoppable robot army. No longer shall geeks be pushed to the bottom of the social ladder. The geek revolution is now, and we want to hear their stories.
Entangled publishing seeks submissions for a 2012 geek collection on the Ever After line. Submissions must:
Be 20,000 to 40,000 words in length.
Contain strong romantic elements.
Involve a geek as a primary character, anything from a programmer to a starship engineer.
All heat levels will be accepted, but erotic elements must not be the main focus of the story.
Previously published material will not be considered, nor will manuscripts that have already been rejected by Entangled at an earlier date.
Manuscripts that have been chosen for the anthology will be released as ebooks in 2012, with the possibility of a print compilation at a later date.
To submit a manuscript for consideration, please send the full manuscript (RTF format) and a one-page query letter briefly describing the premise, heat level, and word count to everafter-submissions(at)entangledpublishing(dot)com. Query letters should be addressed to Adrien-Luc Sanders.Please include "Geek Collection" and your title in the subject line.
Submissions are open until January 15th, 2012 and final decisions will be made by January 31st. Standard Entangled Publishing royalty rates apply. Standard Entangled Publishing royalty rates apply.
Submission Call – Entangled Publishing – Valentines and Anti-Valentines
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Ah, Valentine's. A time to show your loved one how much you truly care.
A time to spend your hard-earned money on a holiday promoted by consumerist fat-cats.
A time to rekindle your romance, and remember why you fell in love in the first place.
A time to remind singles that they're alone. No problem being alone? Valentine's will fix that.
A time to find new love, or ignite a fresh spark with that sexy someone you've been eyeing all along.
Yeah, right. No one can live up to those expectations. You're better off ignoring it.
Whether you love Valentine's or hate it, you can't avoid it—and it's looming on the horizon, filling the air with the scent of love. Or that could be the chocolate on everyone's breath. Is Valentine's about love, capitalism, or something else?
Tell us your take on it. Entangled Publishing seeks submissions for our February 2012 Valentine's and Anti-Valentine's collections. Got a story about lost loves reunited on Valentine's? Is your hero or heroine a cynic who refuses to even acknowledge the day? We want your stories, as long as—Valentine's or Anti-Valentine's—there's a Happily Ever After. Submissions must:
Be 20,000 to 40,000 words in length.
Contain strong romantic elements.
Revolve around Valentine's Day.
All heat levels will be accepted, but erotic elements must not be the main focus of the story.
Previously published material will not be considered, nor will manuscripts that have already been rejected by Entangled at an earlier date.
Manuscripts that have been chosen for the anthology will be released as ebooks in February of 2012, with the possibility of a print compilation at a later date.
To submit a manuscript for consideration, please send the full manuscript (RTF format) and a one-page query letter briefly describing the premise, heat level, and word count to everafter-submissions(at)entangledpublishing(dot)com. Query letters should be addressed to Adrien-Luc Sanders.Please include "Valentine's Collection" or "Anti-Valentine's Collection" and your title in the subject line.
Submissions are open until January 1st, 2012 and final decisions will be made by January 10th. Standard Entangled Publishing royalty rates apply. Standard Entangled Publishing royalty rates apply.
