I may be one of the few authors and writers out there who actually enjoys working on edits. It’s true. I like to pick apart my stories and make them better. Sure, it can be nitpicky and tedious, but the end result is always well worth it.
Editing, in my opinion, is one of the easiest parts of writing. Everything is pretty much done…now, it just needs to be cleaned up, with everything in its proper place. I mean, the story’s pretty much written. Plot is more or less settled. It just needs the right word here, an unwanted phrase taken out here. It gives me a chance to review my writing and make sure it’s how I want it, without having to worry about creating.
Don’t get me wrong. I love to create characters and situations and turn them into stories, but it’s somewhat of a relief knowing I am this much closer to my finished product.
As I said before, I am working on the edits for Changed, which is my fifth novel and the first that is strictly paranormal romance. It will be released later this year in e-book from Red Rose Publishing.
For twenty years of her life, Cheyenne Buckler lived a fairly normal life with her parents and brother—until an accident claimed their lives. On her own, Cheyenne struggles to cope with the grief and keep the family horse farm going strong. When something begins spooking her horses, Cheyenne heads out to take charge, only to find the predator is something more than animal, something more than human…but just what Cheyenne needs.
Having been born a werewolf, Skye has never had to deal with the change—but his guilt-ridden conscience forces him to intervene in Cheyenne's life and save her from herself and from the burden he has unwillingly placed upon her. As he helps Cheyenne to deal with her new found werewolf life, an enemy from his past returns to enact a deadly revenge, threatening to tear apart all that they have become
Copyright © 2009 Rose Marie Wolf
Please Note, the following excerpt is unedited.
"You need my help, Cheyenne. Why can you just admit it? You're changing, and even though I've never had to go through an awakening like yours, I want to help you. In anyway I can."
I opened my mouth to say something, to protest, but I dropped it. Skye continued.
"There's no denying it. You're one of us. I can see it in your eyes."
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
"The color of your eyes. They turned golden. That happens with weres when they get angry."
I blinked again and flew to the nearest reflective surface--the toaster. I snatched it up and stared at it. My reflection was blurry, but I could make out my eye color. They looked normal.
I dropped the toaster and turned on him. "My eyes look normal. What the hell are you driving at?"
Skye chuckled and I wanted to hit him again.
"What? What's so damn funny? If you're not going to leave, then don't sit there laughing at me. That's the least you can do."
Skye sobered and looked at me with his dark brown eyes.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh. When weres are angry or emotionally charged, their eyes can change from their normal hue, to yellow-gold--"
"Like a wolf."
Skye nodded. "Yeah, very much like that."
"But my eyes didn't change. I just saw them."
"You didn't let me finish. A were's eyes can change but the effect is temporary. Once the feelings of anger or deep emotion dissipate, the eyes change back."
"Well, I'm still pissed at you. Why aren't my eyes yellow?" I glanced back at the toaster, trying to catch a glimpse of my eyes without seeming too obvious. Could they really change? What would I look like with yellow eyes?
"I don't know." When I looked back at Skye, he shrugged. He leaned back in his chair, relaxing a bit more. "I guess it came out when you yelled at me. You were more pissed then, right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, your eyes flashed for an instant."
"Really…" I glanced back at the toaster. "Will they change again?"
"They will, yes."
"So, I'm changing." It wasn't news I wanted to hear. I lowered my head. My eyes were still closed, but that didn't stop a few tears from leaking out. I wiped them away quickly and blinked back the rest before I turned back to Skye.
His face was once again solemn. "Yes.”
The tears I tried to keep from falling fell anyway. It couldn't be happening.
"Damn." Then the sobbing began.
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Rose Marie WolfRose Marie Wolf is author of the Moon Series, a tale of two werewolves on the run from a group of hunters. Will they, and their love, survive?