My First Novel
Okay, most of you know, I’ve recently finished my first #paranormal romance book and am in the process of submitting to publishers/agents. But only a few of you (my husband and daughter) know this isn’t my first book. Well... I guess all of you know now.
Many, many, many years ago, in the age of word processors and floppy disks, a #story burned through my brain. One I didn’t have the time or skill to complete. One I’ve now picked back up as the center piece for my creative writing class. It is in the romantic suspense genre, and even back then I dipped my toes into the paranormal aspect. Just a bit.
Reading through it after all these years, I laugh out loud at my #writing skill back then, but am secretly impressed with the #theme, #plot, and character development I possessed at such a young age. The vision I was able to imprint on the story drew me back in. The desire to refine it, polish it, and finally complete it gnawed through my spirit. I made a vow to myself; I will complete this novel. Use it as a learning tool. And who knows, it could take me on the path to branch out into other genres.
Below is the story premise I put together so long ago of Dangerous Memories. I have not touched it or revised it in any way from the original. It makes me smile every time I read it. In a way this was my first love. One I will always remember. It holds a special place in my heart forever. No matter what becomes of it.
Waking up in a hospital room was the only thing that she remembered of her life. They told her, her name was Dominique Christiana, a reporter for the local newspaper, engaged to a man she feared but attracted to Drake Silverton, a detective with suspicion and distrust in his eyes. Taken back to his country ranch to convalesce, Dominique embarks on a desperate struggle to not only regain her elusive memory, but also the love and trust of a man, who in the end, arrests her for a murder she cannot remember.