I think I’ve confessed here before that for me the hard part of writing is the first draft. Other writers say the same occasionally, but it’s my impression that the majority find editing and revising the hard part and spewing out the story in the first place is exciting, thrilling, whatever. I like creating the stories in my mind, but getting them written is tortuous. I’m the Queen of Procrastination over that part. Once I get that far, I love to tweak, revise, pick, and edit. So it is with great delight I say I have the first draft done on the current romance. I know I’m going to rewrite one chapter, but that’s child’s play. Hah!
However, during my many stalls in the process, I worked on cover and description, and I’m putting them here for everyone’s entertainment. Keep in mind editing, revising, proofing, etc., mean at least a month and maybe two before I can publish. I’m open for feedback and suggestions on title and description, but I have to tell you, I’m so in love with this cover anyone who wants to tell me it’s not up to snuff, pay a professional, etc., etc., is wasting her breath. (Hi, Regan. Howya doing?)
Deborah Sutton barely remembers the conflict between her family and the Van Cleves. Her mother died that summer, her Cousin Caleb killed her father, and Deborah and her sisters had to come live with her mother’s family. Nothing else mattered to seven-year-old Deborah back then. Still, she knows what Webster Van Cleve did. He tried to steal her family’s land. The Van Cleves are criminal, corrupt, and greedy.
Trey Van Cleve remembers the feud with the Suttons all too well. Trey saw bloody bodies hanging from the roof of his home, fled fire in the night, and held his mother’s icy hand as they boarded a train taking them away from Hubbell, Kansas, and home. Finding out his father’s greed started the land war and caused the murders and misery drove Trey from home long ago. Now, after years of aimless drifting, Trey has returned to Kansas, hoping to make peace with his family.
Deborah and Trey meet one night when both are hiding from their troubles in a small park behind the town hall. Each is intrigued by a stranger who is no more than a friendly voice in the dark. Each returns to the same park, hoping for another encounter. Each is appalled to learn the identity of the other. How can a Sutton befriend a Van Cleve? How can a Van Cleve love a Sutton? Deborah and Trey are going to find out.
Yay, yippee. Dance, dance.