I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not going to be the next anyone of those people. For one, I don’t write about teenaged wizards or sparkling vampires (although I do so love to read about them). I definitely don’t write horror. And while I do write romance, I also have a full-time job in another field that prohibits me from being able to crank out half a dozen new full-length novels every year.
Not to mention the fact that these particular people wrote unique (at the time) stories that have already become iconic. They haven’t continued trends, they’ve started trends. I don’t think any idea I have spinning in my head at the moment can be even remotely considered trend setting.
So where does that leave me? Well, it leaves me right where I always wanted to be. As an author. Writing stories that I love. Probably just as those above did at first too. Each wrote a story he/she loved and hoped someone would publish it so others could read it, too. Maybe part of their dream was to be on a best seller list. Or maybe their dreams were as simple as mine: I want to write a book. I want to get it published. I want others to read it.
In that sense, my dream has come true. I’ve written books. I’ve gotten them published. Others have read them. Will I ever be a bestseller? Will my name be known by millions? Will someone someday say, “Gosh, I just wish I could be the next Debra St. John.”? Okay, probably not, but you never know…it could happen.
No one ever knows that the next Big Thing will be. Times change. Tastes change. Trends change. Don’t worry about being ‘the next’. Write the book of your heart. Get it out there in the hands of readers. And…
Here’s the blurb and excerpt from my debut book This Time for Always.
As manager of a local bar, The Corral, Sharlie Montgomery has put the past behind her. That is until Logan Reed walks back into her life, turning her world upside down. His presence brings back painful reminders of the past: the love they once shared, the money he took from her father, and the baby she gave up for adoption.
Logan wants to buy The Corral, and he’s come back to town to prove he’s made it on his own without the Montgomery money. Sparks fly whenever Sharlie and Logan are together. Anger, fear, and jealousy aren’t enough to erase the love they once felt for each other. But is love enough? Logan wants a family—the one thing Sharlie can’t give him.
Logan's strong arm encircled her waist, preventing her from falling.
Sharlie caught her breath as her body pressed against him. She raised her eyes to his.
The anger in his eyes turned to awareness. His breath hitched. The temperature in the tiny room rose.
Logan's gaze roamed every inch of her face, finally coming to rest on her lips.
Her pulse quickened, the beat thundering in her ears. They were so close she could feel the cadence of his heart. She sucked in a gasp of air.
His gaze met hers again. "I've tried to stop thinking about you like this. But I can't."
Sharlie licked dry lips, then cursed inwardly when the action drew his attention there once more. His head lowered.
"Don't," she managed.
"Don't what?" Logan's warm breath caressed her cheek.
"Don't kiss me."
"Because I don't want you to." Even to her own ears the protest sounded weak.
"Liar," Logan taunted.
"Please," she tried one last time, shaking her head in a vain attempt to deny the feelings coursing through her.
Logan cupped the back of her head, stilling the motion. "I have to." His words melted into a kiss as their lips met.
The gentle insistence of his mouth coaxed a response from her. Her lips parted, allowing the kiss to deepen. Their breath mingled. The moist heat made her knees buckle.
"Don't you remember?" Logan's husky voice whispered, as his lips left hers to trail down the column of her throat. "Remember how good it was.”