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Welcome Virgin Moriah!
My next virgin is a lady after my own heart. Moriah Densley sees nothing odd at all about keeping both a violin case and a range bag stuffed with pistols in the back seat of her car. They hold up the stack of books in the middle, of course. She enjoys writing about Victorians, assassins, and geeks. Her muses are summoned by the smell of chocolate, usually at odd hours of the night. By day her alter ego is your friendly neighborhood music teacher. Moriah lives in Las Vegas with her husband and four children. And her book, Songs for Sophia, sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to read it. Read on and you’ll see why…Welcome, Moriah!
Finding My Niche, or, Getting Away With Murder
I had trouble finding a home for my ill-tempered, OCD, borderline alcoholic, hallucinating, pianist, mathematics genius, former assassin, possibly gay, autistic savant hero. I wondered why.

Moriah Densley

Moriah Densley

My hero, Wilhelm Montegue, was inspired by autistic savants in real life and in fiction. I loved the idea of a person blessed with extraordinary talent yet also impaired by some emotional limitation. Laura Kinsale, Jennifer Ashley, and Lisa Kleypas, to name a few, wrote beautiful stories featuring heroes with some sort of mental disorder. I couldn’t get enough of this kind of tortured hero.
I’d spent weeks researching savant syndrome and found more information than I knew what to do with. You wouldn’t believe how generous and candid the autism community is. Daniel Tammet, a savant with mathematical synaethesthia, described how he “experiences numbers”. “Five is like a clap on a front door, the sound of a wave against a rock. Six is small, the hardest for me to experience. It’s like a black hole, a chasm.” Daniel “sees” every number from 0 past 10,000 in colors and textures. He holds the European record for reciting pi from memory: 22,514 digits in five hours, nine minutes.
Kim Peek, an autistic megasavant known as “The Real Rain Man,” memorized nine encyclopedia volumes at age four. A capable reader finishes two pages in about three minutes. Kim Peek would read the same text in eight seconds, his left eye reading the right page while his right eye read the right page, and he recalled 98% of the text. However, the simplicity of choosing clothes to wear was beyond his ability; he couldn’t fasten buttons. I found the contrast of his talent and limitations fascinating. Modern scientists and doctors admit they understand little about the condition.
Over and over I heard similar stories from savants – astounding genius paired with seemingly random disabilities. Prodigy musicians, chess champions, architects – who couldn’t tell you how to fry an egg, or who don’t comprehend sarcasm.
Next I dove into the historical aspects of savant syndrome, and found, unsurprisingly, most savants were misunderstood. Stripped of property and rights, many were committed to asylums, where they finally did go insane, committed suicide, or were victims of cruel experiments.
I wondered, what about a fictional character whose freedom would be at stake should the antagonist want to prove him unsound? It wouldn’t be difficult to do; the savant would convict himself. He would lose everything, if not for the loved ones who fight to protect him.
Song for SophiaI was jazzed about creating Wilhelm Montegue, Lord Devon. He reads four books a night and can recite the complete text the next morning. He returns from an opera debut and transcribes his favorite aria without flaw. The heroine’s personal favorite: after a romantic night in his bedchamber, inspiration strikes in the form of “mathematical erotica.”
Sound charming? Only on a good day. His “illness” (Victorian society’s label, not mine) also inhibits his social radar. He quotes Newton to insult the vicar. He breaks furniture when he loses his temper. He is prone to “trances,” long episodes of staring into oblivion, regardless of the social awkwardness.
During the Crimean War his talent was exploited by the army; he worked as a spy and assassin before being captured and tortured by the Russians. Wilhelm drinks to escape the “ghosts” who haunt him, the “ghosts” being his perfect recollection of every soul he killed in the war. He fears venereal disease and despises the duplicity he observes in women, so avoids them altogether. Thus the rumors of his insanity and “unnatural proclivities.”
Wilhelm is a mess. You might wonder who could be his match? Meet Anne-Sophia Duncombe, the lousiest housemaid in all England. She’s hiding from her abusive father, and her only other choice is taking her vows in a Spanish convent. She has her own scars, has been to hell and back and emerged made of fire and steel. She distrusts men, having never met an honorable one. In the middle of the night she stumbles (literally) over Wilhelm in a garden, and the fun begins.
I adore these characters. Social misfits. Damaged. Academic, artistic, passionate. Snarky. I thought I had something really unique. Too unique, as it turned out. I have an email folder full of rejection letters. Their declines range from the likes of “You weirdo. Good luck selling this to anyone outside a psych ward,” to “I loved it, but ain’t no way I could sell this to the committee.”
I got the message: I’m not writing mainstream romance. My choice: tone down the controversial elements, or strike out on my own and self-publish. Neither appealed to me; artistic reasons for the former and my own limitations for the latter.
So I queried smaller publishers. I turned down a contract; the editor got my title wrong in the offer letter (wrong, as in, a different book altogether), which made me wonder if she’d even read it. The terms of the contract from another small press concerned me (always read the fine print, friends!) and though embarrassed, I declined. I was nearly prepared to give up when I read about Crimson Romance, the new imprint from Adams / F+W Media. I queried Jennifer Lawler. She has no acquisitions committee – the buck stops with her, and she liked my story. I was in business! Most importantly, she let me keep my controversial characters. I’m literarily getting away with murder.
Then, imagine my surprise on March 26th to hear from THE Julia London, saying I was a Golden Heart finalist. Really? My beat-up, politically incorrect characters? I couldn’t believe it. I was delighted and honored.
Most of all, I’m starting to hope my unconventional characters might find their niche. They might be unusual, but the theme – Love Conquers All – is one all romance readers relate to. I hope readers will like it, but I’m also putting on my thick skin. My fantasy? Fan mail. I don’t need much to be happy, but if I ever see a note or two from readers who get Wilhelm, I will be thrilled!
Do you like unconventional romance? What makes it work, or not? How is a flawed character redeemed? Feel free to join the discussion! One lucky commenter will be randomly selected on June 14th to win a copy of “Song for Sophia,” a 2012 Golden Heart finalist in historical romance published by Crimson Romance.
Visit moriahdensley.com for teasers and sample chapters, and humorous blog articles on life as a writer. See reader reviews on Goodreads.com. Connect on Facebook, Twitter, or Pinterest. I love hearing from readers!

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Hey folks, help me welcome today’s virgin, Theresa Romain, here to pimp her regency romance debut, Season For Temptation, which was published in October 2011. The sequel, Season For Surrender, will be published in October 2012.

Like me, Theresa pursued an impractical education that allowed her to read everything she could get her hands on. Unlike me, she put it to use by going on to work for universities and libraries, where she got to read even more. Eventually she started writing, too. She now lives with her family in the Midwest and lives online at http://theresaromain.com. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

Here’s a taste of her fabulous debut:


Julia Herington is overjoyed when her stepsister, Louisa, becomes engaged—to a viscount, no less. Louisa’s only hesitation is living a life under the ton’s critical gaze. But with his wry wit and unconventional ideas, Julia feels James is perfect for Louisa. She can only hope to find a man like him for herself. Exactly like him, in fact…


As the new Viscount Matheson, James wished to marry quickly and secure his title. Kind, intelligent Louisa seemed a suitable bride… Until he met her stepsister. Julia is impetuous—and irresistible. Pledged to one sister, yet captivated by another, what is he to do? As Christmas and the whirl of the London season approach, James may be caught in a most scandalous conundrum, one that only true love, a bit of spiritous punch—and a twist of fate—will solve…

Take it away, Theresa!


Theresa Romain

Theresa Romain

You Can’t Do It Alone

Just like the title says: you can’t do it alone. That goes for most firsts, whether…ahem…or a job you get on a tip from a friend, or a scarf you* knit once your aunt shows you how to hold the needles.

Writing is no different. We often think of it as a solitary act, but it takes a lot of support to get that time alone with our writing implements. Charles Dickens had ten children, and I can guarantee you they weren’t underfoot while he was writing the Victorian era’s most popular novels. Thoreau, that ultimate get-away-from-it-all fellow who wrote Walden in a tiny house near a beautiful lake, was living on land that belonged to his good friend Emerson.

What do I have in common with Dickens and Thoreau? Well, we all have vowels in our names. We all have (or had, in their cases) dark hair. And we couldn’t be writers without help from others.

Allow me to elaborate.

I’ve been in the habit of writing nonfiction for a while, but while I was pregnant with my daughter, I developed a strange new craving. Not for pickles in peanut butter, but for fiction. I gorged on novels like never before, and I eventually decided I had to try writing one. Being a history lover, and a love lover, naturally I turned my hand to historical romance. I wrote approximately half a novel, and then…

Then I had the baby. So there was this baby to take care of all the time. I still had a job to go to every day, and laundry every evening, and the ceaseless needs of an infant at every point in between. When could I possibly write?Season For Temptation

I posed this question to my husband as an information-seeking endeavor. I’m not sure what I expected him to say. “Get up earlier,” maybe, or “Write on your lunch hour.” (I did try those things. They were more successful than wishing for the words to appear by magic, but not by much.) But he surprised me, because what he actually said was, “I’ll put the baby to bed every night, and you can write during that time.”

That sounded pretty good to me. So with Mr. R’s support, an evening at a time, that half-novel became a whole one. Then it became revised. Then it became revised again and again. Then it became my historical romance debut, SEASON FOR TEMPTATION, and several other projects followed it. The baby stopped being a baby quite a while ago, but this is (approximately) still our family routine.

I write by myself, but I couldn’t do it alone.

*And I do mean you. Not me. I have been found by a panel of experts to be incapable of learning to knit.

What’s something you tried to do alone and realized you needed help with? Do you ask for help, or take it when it’s offered? Whether you seek out support or like to be a lone wolf, let us know. I’ll give a signed copy of SEASON FOR TEMPTATION to one random commenter!

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Boy, do I have a treat for you! A guy virgin!

I know, I know. You didn’t think they made those, especially in the Marine version, but I found one! And what a guy he is. Don McQuinn not only writes strong women characters, he actually almost nearly understands them, at least as much as the male physiology allows.

Technically, he’s been deflowered, publishing-wise (and I’m assuming since he has three sons, all other-wises, too, but I refrained from asking). He was published in print before, and won awards and made best-seller lists. But now he’s re-releasing those fabulous backlist books in e-format, so he’s sort of an e-virgin (and those are the sweetest ones, so we have to be gentle.)

Don has a wealth of life experience to draw from—adored and adoring husband, father, grandfather, retired Marine officer and combat veteran, a surly civilian, and a fantastic teacher all wrapped up in an accent to die for. (If any of my books were ever put on audio, this is the voice I’d want to read it.) His journey is touching and humorous and full of humble wisdom. This is a man who has given back a lot more than he has taken from this life, and it shows in his work. Read on, and I bet you’ll be doing the “awwww” thing before you’re done. Then go buy his books for your brand new Kindle, Nook, or whatever.


Don McQuinn

Don McQuinn

Kaki Warner and I have known each other for a long time. As much as I admire her work, I particularly admire her determination. She made herself successful; she’s an inspiration to everyone who knows her. I’m flattered and grateful that she’d introduce me to her fans. I’m new to the present social network thing, so she’s taken on the chore of teaching this old dog new tricks. She started by telling me I should provide some bio stuff and a description of what brought me to this point. It’s all pretty much of a piece, so I’ll do what a writer’s supposed to do – start at the beginning.

I was born in Winthrop, MA. We moved a lot, and I did most of my growing up in Texas, but graduated college at the University of Washington. I was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant, USMC that same June. Carol and I were married in December. The first week of February I was commanding a platoon on a hill in Korea. Twenty years later I retired from the Corps and discovered that, no matter how hard I searched, I could not find a worse civilian. Finding a job wasn’t the problem. Keeping one was a whole ‘nother thing. I quit two in rapid succession – probably one deep breath ahead of being fired. By then we’d moved to Seattle. When I talked about finding another job Carol said she wished instead that I’d start writing. Carol’s wishes are always spoken softly and lovingly, as that’s her nature. Experience shows, however, that behind that truly soft and loving nature lurks the wallop of a howitzer. She went on to say she knew I always wanted to be a writer and she’d always wanted me to be a writer. Her notion was that, between what she could earn and my retirement, we could get by until I started selling my work. Our three sons, all of whom had college aspirations, were in enthusiastic agreement with her in what had to be the goofiest family finance plan of the 20th century. I’ve always thought they all figured that if Daddy didn’t find something to do all by himself, hopefully in a dark basement, Daddy was going to get himself locked up. It’s a delicate issue; only my abiding sensitive nature has kept me from asking about it. Anyhow, with that kind of support, I couldn’t consider failure. It was on the menu for several years. I got my quota of rejection letters. I’ve heard people tell of keeping theirs. I burned mine minutes after they arrived. But I learned the craft. I went to writers conferences. I joined a writers group. I read everything, anything, and talked about writing with everyone I could. We did get by; Carol saw to it. Our sons did go to college; they took any and every job they could find to help pay their way. I got published. I was lucky enough to be awarded the Governor’s Literary Award for fiction and the PNWA Achievement Award. Even made some best-seller lists. Yeah, I did the writing – the heavy lifting, if you will. None of it would’ve happened without her faith and confidence.

I tell that story a lot, but all it says about me is that I’m obstinate. The important thing is what it should tell you about you. I don’t care what your dream is, you do not let it go. It’s a hard world and the dream may never be fully realized, but the day you quit on it, you quit on your own heart. Once you surrender that dream, you can never stand as straight as when you held to it. It doesn’t even have to be your own dream, not if you take on someone else’s and help them understand how important it is to keep going forward with it. That’s what Carol did.

Escape to Challenge

Having said all that, I think those of you who are reading this know I work to create strong women characters. My post-apocalyptic novels feature Gan Moondark, a man with a quest. They’re adventure stories, full of action and challenges. I try to give them as much realism as possible. That means the women in the story are as engaged as the men because women understand adventure as fully as men do. If anything, they understand it better; they’re the ones who have to straighten out the mess when the hollering dies down. What many adventure stories forget, however, is that women come with their own agenda. For me, as a writer, that’s where the real fun starts. A story without a love interest is just dull. But a love interest that’s just there to gussy up the place, like a chintz curtain in a butcher shop, is a flat-out lie. I want to write about women I’d like to know. Maybe have a drink with them, maybe a cup of tea. No matter – they’re women who have their own story, their own ambitions, their own dreams and the innate feminine ability to combine theirs with those of someone they love. They’re supportive, but they’re not support. They’re partners – whether the guy understands that or not. And they’re most assuredly not mere followers. Even when fate sends them flying like autumn leaves, they fight to assert their will. Some people in this business disparage what’s called “women’s fiction.” They talk about it as if a women’s fiction book should come with an apron and a year’s supply of diapers. Bull. A female protagonist doesn’t detract from a good story and a book written with a view to women’s concerns isn’t trivial because of that. My own work isn’t structured to appeal exclusively to men or women. It’s aimed at readers. That’s why I can sit down with someone like Kaki and we can talk about books and stories and techniques and language and we’re always on the same page. She’s a standout writer, but she’s also a real pal. It’s people like her that are the most unexpected and most treasured benefit of being a writer.

So I’d like to end this with some questions for you, her readers: Exactly what are you looking for in a book? Why do you find yourself drawn to a particular author or a particular time period for your recreational reading? And lastly, what do you think of the publishing business’s attempts to define women’s fiction?

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Hey folks, I found another virgin!

I know, hard to believe, but I guess they’re everywhere.  This one comes from Colorado and is a hoot!  She happily bares all the details of her de-flowering (both as a teenager and a writer) so I know you’ll want to read on.  Her debut novel, Love Chosen, sounds like an exciting read, and she’s already scheduled for another release in a few months (so she must be doing something right, right?).  So please help me welcome a fun lady and fellow Crested Butte Conference goer, Marne Kirk.

You can learn more about Marne and Love Chosen by visiting her website at www.marneannkirk.com.


Love Chosen

Kaki,  Thank you for having me here. You are such a sweet person… and you have no idea what you set yourself up for with a title like Virgins No More 😉

You were just asking for it, you know…

So, let’s see if I can make Kaki blush without stepping over too many boundaries (yes, even I have some…)

Thank goodness my “blossoming” as a published author has not really mirrored my, er, becoming a woman.

I am so excited to share my debut novel, Love Chosen, available through Crescent Moon Press.  It’s a fantasy romance, set in a medieval world of magic and dragons, discrimination and faith. And, of course, love.

Marne Kirk

Marne Kirk

Before I get into losing my writing virginity with “Love Chosen,” though, let me do a little set up on the other. I wasn’t your, um, perfect daughter, exactly… Kaki, if I had been your daughter, you probably would’ve given me up for adoption or locked me in a closet! (Looking back, I wouldn’t have blamed you).

Anyways, we cannot all come to our Lord as sparkling clean children, can we? Some of us come later in life…

So, back to my story…

I had heard so much about that first time. Everyone was doing “IT.” I had all of these built up hormones I didn’t know what to do with (and I’d been to church enough to know about the one man being struck down for doing that one thing to himself, I didn’t dare do that…). Oh, and did I mention, if you weren’t doing it, or if you were doing it yourself, you just weren’t cool?

Well, you know I HAD to do it… I set out looking for potential takers, found one (it wasn’t terribly difficult. I had a great product, lol), we dated for a few months (I was a chicken), and BAM Baby!

I’ll skip the details and go to the important part of my message…the conversation after:

Him: “Oh wow. Man, that was fantastic.”

Me: “Really? That’s it? We’re done?” (Yep, true story… I said that.)

Him: “You didn’t like it?”

Me: “Oh…um, it was… okay… I guess…”

Sad, I know. But true. I learned so much from this experience, though, and so much of it can be applied to getting published.  I did NOT repeat this past in my writing life, proving humans CAN learn from their past.

  1. Everyone isn’t doing it (getting published RIGHT NOW). I wrote for ten years before I sent “Love Chosen” to Crescent Moon Press. Did I try other editors and agents in those ten years? Oh, heck yes. Except…not really. I didn’t try extremely hard, because deep down, I wasn’t quite ready. If you’re just starting out on your first story, enjoy the process of learning to write well. Find your writing voice, find what you LOVE, and enjoy who you’re becoming as a writer for awhile before jumping into the rest. When I was ready, when “Love Chosen” was where it needed to be, I found my editor and she loved my writing…
  2. If you decide to do it yourself (publish your own novel), you won’t be struck down… but you might have better luck with someone helping (critique partners and editors) … I’m just saying.
  3. Pick your partner (editor or agent) wisely and make sure you love them. Do your research. Find a publisher or agent you know you can respect, be with for the long haul of producing and selling your novel, take criticism from…. “Love” for your book. You’re going to be bringing up your baby together. That’s HUGE!
  4. Once you do sign that contract, you give your editor your baby (see? JUST like doin’ the dirty), and you don’t hear from anyone for a while. When you do hear from them again, it is to get your bunnies to work, work, work. The honeymoon is OVER and you have a lot to do to get your baby ready for the world. How well your baby does in the world is up to you and your partner (your editor). So, pick a partner wisely and make sure you can love them, because you’re going be tight (did I already say that?)…

The moral of the story (and I tell my kids this all the time): if love isn’t there, you’re going to be disappointed. It’s better to wait. Wait until you love your story. Wait until your critique partners love your story. Wait until some contests have loved your story. Then wait until you’ve researched and found the perfect fit in a publisher or agent.

I did, and I’m so glad.

I’m going to give away a copy of “Love Chosen,” here today. So, if you enjoy fantasy romance, or if you think you might enjoy it, leave a comment and show some love!  I’ll let Miss Kaki, our wonderful hostess with the mostest, pick the winner and work out the details.  I’ll mail an autographed copy  of “Love Chosen”  to the winner.

Thank you, again, for having me Kaki. I hope I didn’t make you too pink… Well, okay, I was going for a little blush…

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I’m excited to introduce you to this week’s Virgin No More – Tes Hilaire!

Tes Hilaire headshot

Tes Hilaire

She’s a Daphne Award-winning author and former Tennessee native who doesn’t remember how old she was when she wrote her first story, but she’s pretty sure it had something to do with a boy and a girl and a happily ever after.  Displaced at an early age to “the north country,” her stories turned darker as she started creating whole new worlds to escape the harsh, upstate NY winters.  Now back in the South, her stories remain edgy, exciting, and bring a hint of dark fantasy to paranormal romance.  Best of all, no one ever has to shovel snow.

Her novel, Deliver Me From Darkness, is available now from your favorite bookseller.

Deliver Me From Darkness

Deliver Me From Darkness

A stranger in the night…

He had once been a warrior of the Light, one of the revered Paladin. A protector. But now he lives in sin darkness, and the shadows are his sanctuary. Every day is a struggle to overcome the bloodlust. Especially the day Karissa shows up on his doorstep.

Comes knocking on the door…

She is light and bright and everything beautiful—despite her scratches and torn clothes. Every creature of the night is after her. So is every male Paladin. Because Karissa is the last female of their kind. But she is his. He may not have a soul, but he can’t deny his heart.

Alright, now it’s time for me to turn it over to Tes – enjoy!  For more info about her books, please visit www.teshilaire.com.



Hello Everyone! I wanted to start this blog off with a little disclaimer and a plea. See, a year ago, I was a virgin. No, not a real one, but an “author” one, as in I hadn’t had a single one of my works published. I’m happy to say I do now, but it was quite an adventure to reach that point, and like all major life experiences (like, ahem, losing your virginity) that moment was not just the—dare I say—climax of that journey but also the beginnings of another. Thank you, Kaki, for having me here at the start of my new journey! And please, readers, be gentle with me. Though I am a storyteller, I’m new at all this blogging and sharing and trying to be inspirational stuff 😉

Ouch! That hurt!

Losing your virginity happens in a variety of different ways. No, I’m not talking about the technical aspects of the act (go out and grab your own Karma Sutra for that ;-), but rather the emotional ones. Were you in love when it happened? (Yeah.) Was it everything you’d hoped? Better? Worse? (No comment) Did it, gulp, hurt? (Well…) My point is everyone has a different story and a different memory of this “first” time. Having your first book published is also kind of like that. Starting with that first question of: “When will it happen?” Or more scary to think about: “Will it happen?” (Yes! Yes it will.) How can I be so sure? Maybe I’m an optomist, but I firmly believe that if someone wants something bad enough it will happen. Though I must admit I wish someone had told me the when and how of becoming published was going to be the hardest part. See, there is no one way to make it in todays publishing world. My journey was not like Kaki’s or Lisa Potocar’s. And I guarentee you, it was not like Nora Robert’s or Janet Evanovich or John Grisham’s either.

Okay, I’m making a guess on Nora, Janet, and John. Heck, for all I know they also never thought of making a career as a writer and followed another path only to discover it didn’t fit.. Maybe they then, too, skipped around like a jack-of-all trades for a few years before settling down to create some mini-monsters (ie kids for those of you who haven’t traveled this path). And who knows! Maybe it was a bout of colicy-child craziness that drove them to escape back into a world of fantasy and pen their first full-length novel of 275K words.  Then after, they probably joined RWA (which, okay, I’m pretty sure Nora did do) and then learned how very, very far away that ultimate goal of publication really was (which I once heard Janet all but say as much of her journey—I know, hard to believe considering she’s one of those virtual author-gods! 😉

Regardless, I don’t know what Nora’s and John’s journey was. My own journey threw me for enough loops and detours and “oh, wait, I think I want this road instead” that I can’t begin to keep track of everyone elses. The important thing is that I didn’t give up. I didn’t get out of my POS car when it ran out of gas on my road to publication. I didn’t break my toe by kicking the bumper of said POS. And I certainly didn’t drag myself back home like a cowed dog to wallow in the blanket-worthy stack of criticism and rejections spread on my bed. Nope, I grabbed the red gas can that my wonderful “journey-friends” offered when they saw me standing by the side of the road stranded and looking forlorn, and filled my tank back up with their support and encouragement. Then I kept going. And I got there. Eventually. And to this day, every time I hear another author’s “journey” story I get new shivers. Because every journey out there is different, every one inspiring, but at the core of them all is something that links authors together. We made it.  We didn’t give up. Though it may have hurt a bit, though there may’ve been times when we asked ourselves “why am I doing this?” We all made it to that ultimate moment of “the call.” And if you’re still on that road to publication (or maybe you’re thinking of stepping your foot on that path?) Well, make sure your blinders are off (so that you can see your “journey-friends” offered gas cans when you need them) and then enjoy the ride, and look me up when you get here.

Wait!  Before you run off to get back on the road, take a second to tell me who you are and where you are on your own journey…even if it’s not a booky kind of one 😉 Or, if you’re shy and that’s to “share-y” for you (which, trust me, I completely understand) just say HI!  Two lucky commentors will win a copy of Deliver Me from Darkness! Thanks for stopping in!

All my best,

~Tes Hilaire               

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Thanks for visiting my Virgins No More debut author blog! Today’s guest author is Manda Collins.

Manda Collins

Manda Collins

A native of coastal Alabama, Manda spent most of her childhood and teen years wishing she’d been born a couple of centuries earlier in the English countryside. Time travel being what it is, she resigned herself to life with electricity and indoor plumbing, and read. A lot. After years of false starts, in 2006 she finally got serious about finishing a novel, and in 2008 began querying with her first book, a Victorian historical, and was eventually signed by agent extraordinaire Holly Root of the Waxman Literary Agency. The first book is under the bed, but in September 2010, she sold her Regency historical, How to Dance with a Duke, in a three-book deal to St. Martin’s Press. Manda lives in the house her mother grew up in with three cats, sometimes a dog, sometimes her sister, and always lots of books. To learn more about Manda, you can visit her website http://www.mandacollins.com or find her on Twitter @MandaCollins.

Take it away Mandy!


A Virgin No More: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Romance

How to Dance With a Duke

How to Dance With a Duke

When Kaki told me the topic for this series of blogs, I hesitated.

You see, I wasn’t technically a publishing virgin before I sold How to Dance with a Duke. I know what you’re going to say.

“But, Manda! There’s no such thing as technical virginity. Either you are or you aren’t!” And my response to you is…well…let me tell you my story.

Back in what seemed like another lifetime, I had one ambition. And it had nothing to do with writing a romance novel (though I did want to do that, it wasn’t my ambition yet). What I wanted more than anything back then was to get my PhD in English Literature.

I majored in English as an undergrad, and naturally, my favorite professors were in the English Department. And I was pretty good at the thing. I could whip out an insightful 3 to 5 page, or 5 to 7 page paper with little or no fuss. And I loved literature. Still do. It wasn’t as if I could major in romance novels or even the criticism of them back then. First of all I’d have been laughed out of the department. And second of all, I needed to pursue a profession that would, you know, allow me to make a living. And while PhD in English doesn’t exactly garner the same salary as an MBA or Investment Banker, it seemed like a pretty decent way to make a living while doing what I loved: read books.

So, senior year I dutifully sent off my applications to various institutions with Masters and Doctoral programs in English, and waited. I ended up choosing the one closest to home: The University of Alabama at Tuscaloosa. Mostly because I was still in the watchful waiting stage following cancer treatment. (That’s another story, for another time.)

The whole time I was at Alabama I kept on reading romance on the side. And coincidentally, I was there around the same time that the boom in film versions of Jane Austen’s novels became big box office. And those films made me think it might actually be possible to combine my love of scholarship and my love of romance.

Sometime during my second year in the MA program, I ran across a Call For Papers (this is the academic equivalent of a publisher’s call for submissions) that asked for papers exploring the Jane Austen films and their relation to the original texts—the papers selected would be compiled into a book of criticism.

Reader, I was never so excited to write a paper than I was about that one. It is the only paper I’ve ever written that wasn’t for a grade, but was out of sheer love of the subject matter. Which, in retrospect should have told me something, but at the time just seemed like a wonderful coincidence.

I sat down one weekend, formulated an argument, and whipped it out. And it was accepted! There was much rejoicing.

Not too long after that, some stuff happened that encouraged me to make the tough decision to leave academia with my master’s and forgo the PhD. I moved back to Mobile. Got a job with a library subscription agent, and later went on to get a library degree. Which is what I should have been doing in the first place.

But I learned something from that one academic article. I learned that it was only when my heart was truly engaged by the subject matter that I found my voice. And while I was pretty good at writing about all kinds of literature, my heart was engaged by Jane Austen and the Regency period. And years later, when I found myself being more open about my romance reading habit, and when I began to dabble in the online romance community, I found a level of comfort that I now realized was missing when I was in academia.

It was only a few years later that I started writing my own romance novel, got an agent, and sold my first book to St. Martin’s Press.

With the publication of How to Dance with a Duke on January 31, 2012, my technical virginity in the publishing world was finally dispensed with. And once again I’m learning what it feels like to reach another, deeper level of comfort.

If I’d known all those years ago as an undergrad just how good it feels to be a published author, I would have written a romance novel a long time ago. But I would have missed the journey, and I don’t think I’d have appreciated getting here nearly as much.

If you’re interested in reading the article that launched a writing career, jargon and all, it can be found in the book Jane Austen Goes to Hollywood from University of Kentucky Press. My article is called “Jane Austen and the Pitfalls of Postmodern Nostalgia.”

What about you? Would you rather skip all the in betweens and jump right into your happily ever after, or do you think the journey matters? Inquiring Minds Want to Know! Submit a comment below and be entered to win a copy of my book!

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