I agreed to judge the RWA Golden Heart contest this year.
Judging contests has dropped off my radar for a couple years. My RWA chapter stopped running our contest and I didn’t feel motivated to help other contests.
Judging a contest is work. And an ability to distance yourself. You can’t judge a story over using an old plot line. Or an era you don’t care for. Or a hero who isn’t your idea of heroic.
I volunteered because I’ve been in a rut. I wanted to see what others were doing, if one or more had found that certain style or idea. I wanted to be enchanted.
So maybe i haven’t found that one, but I am pleased by the quality of the entries. Nice plots, love story, good characters and enjoyable to read. So different from past entries that lacked formatting, spell-check or an engrossing story.
I don’t know how others will judge these, but I’m glad I volunteered.
Have you judged recently? What did you find?
Check out my Historical Romance, Another Love
Some promises are made to be broken.
Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist. The last thing they expect to find is a love worth more than gold.
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Meg quivered like a trapped bird in his arms. Her slender bones were as fragile and delicate as the lace edging her collar. Alarm widened her eyes.
"How can you prove your innocence? I can think of a way.”
His mouth locked over hers, smothering her protest. His tongue probed the seam between her lips and she moved head back. He instantly slipped his hand to the back of her head to hold her still. His tongue coaxed.
Her thick hair loosened from its knot. The heavy length cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Drew groaned when the silken tresses brushed his hands. His fingers twined in the softly scented curls. He tugged gently. Upon her gasp, his tongue surged between her lips.
Her hands stilled, then she caught his lower lip with her teeth and bit down, hard. She whirled away to face him from the other side of the small room. If he thought she looked regal before, now she looked magnificent. A Greek goddess, breasts uplifted with pride and rage, her hair flowing like dark water over her slim shoulders.
She pointed an accusing finger at him and he fully expected a bolt of lightening to char him to a cinder.
"I will not prove anything by going to bed with you," she cried.
"Quote." – Pat Potter, award winning author calls Another Love…“A real page turner with wonderful characters and a unique plot. You can’t miss with this one.”
Review from Romantic Times Magazine **** 1/2 (four and one-half stars)
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