Ever since my first short story was published, and I began to receive feedback from readers, I have been grateful for those who not only read fiction, but then tell an author what they thought about it.
Both constructive feedback and downright blatant flattery is so important to an author.
We learn from what doesn’t seem to work, to make our next stories even better.
And I’m certain our souls glow when we hear what we got right.
Here are a few snippets tucked away in my “glory journal” – with a heartfelt, “thank you” to each and every one of my readers who wrote to me, or just enjoyed the tales:
· “Omg! I think you may have just become my favorite author! I love your work, my only disappointment is that I think, except for the Christmas book, I have read them all!” --Traci
· “I enjoyed your book A Beastly Scandal very much. Have you written more books with an Irish Wolfhound in them??” --Ann
· “I just read your story, "The Starling" over at On The Premises and I just loved it! Reminded me of drinking my favorite cold beer...a pleasure to consume, with a warm finish!” –Liz
· “I had the wonderful joy of reading DAUGHTER OF SORCERER KING! I saw the blurb and all and knew I wanted to read it!”—Cathie
· “I liked your excerpt so much I even bought a copy [To Capture Love]. My first real e-book purchase…short of money as I am, I was pleased to buy your story and read it. An original plot and well done.” –Nancy
This one was from an assistant editor, they’re readers too! The story wasn’t bought in the end by this publishing house, but I kept his lovely note.
· “I thoroughly enjoyed your story, despite my general preference for darker, grittier stories. Your writing just kind of pulled me along…I hope you feel some sense of accomplishment that you have made it through the first round and gained at least one fan.”--Joseph
This winter, picture yourself reading
a brand new historical paranormal romance series…
Beauty awoke, and then the trouble began
Opening lines: Midnight, Wednesday, April 8, 1813, London, England
A SCREAM RIPPLED across the misty, dockside air.
Sir Phillip Jones's pulse lurched at that mournful cry. Gripping his walking stick, he raced down the hilly road of the deserted warehouse district in Wapping. A second muffled scream rang out and was then abruptly cut off. No longer concerned about keeping his movements covert, he ran toward those terrified shrieks. Rounding a corner, he tore past a man staring toward where the screams had come from.
"Imbecile," the large man grumbled from behind him.
Phillip was ten feet away before it registered that the man had sworn in French. By then, the woman who ran out of a warehouse gripping a bloody dagger had captured his focus.
He’s not exactly Prince Charming
Opening lines: London, May 1794
THE BLOW CAME from behind-sudden, sharp, and blinding. Stars danced behind his eyes as he fell. Grassy ground met his outstretched arms and the world turned dark. Voices. Far away. Quarrelling.
"Help me, Mama. He is heavy."
"He is a little boy and you are a strapping lad. Fill his pockets with rocks, then toss him into the water.”
Who needs a prince, when you’ve got a huntsman?
Opening lines: Sevilla, Spain, September 1814
AFTER AN ABSENCE of six long years, eighty-year-old Anna Louisa was traveling back across Spain to her father's land. A few villages back, she had acquired a criada joven, a maid of fifteen years. The girl's parents had been happy to send her off with a wealthy senorita to a better life. Fools.
About the Author:
Once upon a time, Shereen Vedam read fantasy and romance novels to entertain herself.
Now she writes heartwarming tales braided with threads of magic and love, and mystery elements woven in for good measure. She’s a fan of resourceful women, intriguing men, and happy-ever-after endings. If her stories whisk you away to a different realm for a few hours,
then Shereen will have achieved one of her life goals.