Where It All Began…

Once upon a time, long ago, in the year 2011, yours truly was a writer who was just getting her bearings. Alone in her cave, she crafted tales of love and lust, and all the while she was beleaguered by doubt. Were her words any good? Would she ever really make it? Isolated, she pressed through the tangled path to publication, all the while convinced there had to be a better way.

Meanwhile, in a restaurant on the other side of town, a thriving RWA chapter held its monthly meetings. Our protagonist in this tale knew of these gatherings, and every month, she debated with herself about whether or not she was brave enough and good enough and dedicated enough to go.

Finally, on the eve of the publication of her first novella, she summoned her courage and made the trek.

She arrived early (a feat which has yet to be replicated) and was greeted by a member of the chapter who welcomed her warmly. After a few minutes’ discussion, he gave her an odd look and pointed her to a table in the corner.

“I think you might fit in well here,” he said. Unwittingly, he’d changed this fledgling writer’s life.

Other members of the group trickled in, and slowly, a number of them filled in the spaces around our heroine. At first, she felt the interloper, but as their discussions filtered in, she took in the way they talked about agents and editors and deadlines and “crazy writer eyes” and plots and characters and sex scenes. She processed the awesomeness of their hair and the coolness of their shoes.

She wasn’t sure if she belonged there, but damn if she didn’t want to.

It wasn’t easy for her, but she introduced herself and began to commiserate. When the rest of the group ordered mimosas, she requested one, too.

Soon after, the speaker for the day began his presentation, and she listened with rapt interest to his discussion of writing in multiple genres. Considering her interest in contemporary and paranormal and futuristic and gay fiction, his advice that it was possible to pursue them all broke down another layer of her self-doubt.

And then the interactive portion of the workshop began.

The room full of writers of which our heroine was now a part was challenged to take on the classic tale of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, and then to re-envision it in the genre of their choice.

A light bulb went on.

In this writer’s mind, an entire universe suddenly exploded into being. A high-tech, futuristic world where a group of three mercenaries were tied together by invisible connections hard-wired into their nervous systems. Where a brilliant young scientist stumbled into their barracks while on the run from a shadowy corporation.

While two of the members of the unit were violent to their core, the third sparked with regret. And in the eyes of the woman who had infiltrated their base, he saw salvation.

He saw love. He saw desire. He saw home.

In one afternoon, a friendship, a career and a book were born.

Here and now, it’s 2015, and tomorrow, my futuristic novel, Through The Static, hits the shelves. The original idea I had on that fateful afternoon in 2011 took some twists and turns, and it took its own damn time coming into fruition. But is that story I dreamed up on that day, and I couldn’t be happier with it.

I also couldn’t be happier with the people I met that afternoon. Among them were Elizabeth Michels, Heather McGovern, Jenna Patrick, Lori Waters, and Sydney Carroll – the very women I am honored to blog and drink and commiserate with to this very day.

I’m not exactly sure what the moral to this story is, but on the eve of the publication of this book, I felt compelled to share it with you. Perhaps the point is that you should never doubt your worth. That you never have to soldier the lonely fields of writerdom alone. Perhaps it’s that you never know when inspiration will strike.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s that amazing things can happen in your career and in your life – sometimes several amazing things can happen at once, even.

All you have to do is give them a chance to.

Through The Static is a new futuristic, erotic romance, written by Jeanette Grey and published by Samhain. Find it on  AmazonBarnes & Noble or Samhain – or add it to your shelf on goodreads.

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The only way to save him is to let him into her mind…and her heart.

When cybernetics researcher Aurelia Locke is attacked, she instantly recognizes her assailants as a Three—a mercenary unit made up of a trio of soldiers whose minds have been cybernetically linked, their pasts erased, their wills subsumed.

By the skin of her wits, she escapes to an abandoned house, where she hacks its security system in her desperation to find refuge.

Jinx is already on high alert when his Three notices something isn’t right with their safe house. But he never expected to find a woman wounded and bleeding out in his own bed, or that his visceral reaction to her would begin to awaken his lost past from a years-long haze of violence.

In a mad gamble to escape, Aurelia frees Jinx from his Three by severing his neural connection to them and tying his mind to hers. The power of their link shocks them both, manifesting not only in shared thoughts, but in an intensely passionate physical connection.

But dangerous forces pursue them, intent on reclaiming Jinx and silencing Aurelia’s knowledge. Her only chance of saving him is to risk everything—her research, her heart, and her life.

Warning: Contains manipulation of a person’s memory without his consent and brief episodes of mind control, as well as a smart girl on the run, a high-tech soul-bond, and telepathy-enhanced sex.

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