My first romance novel, The Bluffs Between Us, is out in the world after five long years, oceans of tears, and countless sleepless nights that have probably stolen plenty of time from my longevity.
And with the book's launch comes a bevy of unexpected feelings:
- humility (yes, I've found several mistakes even though a dozen sets of eyes read the manuscript, and I scrutinized it at least four times myself)
- relief (after all that time, I can let it go)
- fear (what if nobody buys it?)
I've...