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“Before we get started, I’d like to see a show of hands of those who have Dr. Braverman’s narrative nonfiction submission Vashti’s Daughter. I emailed everyone on Monday.” As she expected, every hand went up. “For those of you who are not lying,” Anna smiled warmly, which resulted in an eruption of nervous laughter. “I need to assign an editor to work with Dr. Braverman on the final draft. Do I have any volunteers?” Several hands went down, leaving six remaining. Anna visually scanned the remaining editors, mentally doing an eeny meeny choosing rhyme which landed on Freddy Tyler, a senior editor who had worked with five of their last best-selling authors in the past. As soon as she called hi

She has edited the chapter. I am still searching three editors for my team. Let me know if anyone is free. I will restore the updates soon. ----------------------

He breathed out a straightline, " To touch you. Can I?.. Please?" **************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi dear readers! I know that you are angry on me because I am updating almost a month later. Trust me, things were going pretty hard last month. The previous editor of my book was tested covid positive. I was waiting for her to recover but later on, she left the book halfway. I had no other way out rather than finding another suitable editor for this book. I am truly sorry! I am trying my best to update frequently this month. By the way, the heavily edited version would be released on Kindle soon as this apps don't permit us to edit the chapters.

He spared no detail in talking about her books, he took his time to talk about the books, especially the one he had been working on before she called him. “Sir!” Rio said as he walked up to her father with his phone in his hands. He had opened his phone to show her father the copy of the book he had saved on his phone. “This finally came in handy” he thought to himself as she scrolled through pages of the book on his phone. The editor he had hired to edit the book had sent him the edited copy in the form of a file; he had gotten angry seeing the soft copy on his phone. He loved to make use of hard copy so he could make corrections as to where necessary, staring at the computer for long was n

Indeed, Daisy has my type of spirit. "Do you have an editor?" "She will make use of my editor, Larry", I remarked. "That's great." "What is your book setting? Fictional?" Mr. Gonzalez demanded. "Non-fiction." "Did you carry out any research work or questionnaire survey before you commenced the book?" "No, I didn't. The inspiration comes naturally." I could see she was surprised at the question. "Ok, then. Here is the company's email", he pushed a tiny paper towards Daisy who was sitting across from him. "Send us an email as soon as you are done and prepare your manuscript after your editor must have gone through it."

Proper editing will be done after the book is finished. I hope you really like the book though. Any suggestions are welcome. Kathy. ***

Chastity whispered. “Wait. It is?” I asked, and opened the cover of the book to discover the author’s signature inside. "Yeah.” Chastity answered shyly. “How…..how did you get this?” I questioned, amazed as we wolves didn’t typically get a chance to get things like this. “I found it online.” “How?” “Through a contest their publisher was having. I entered, and some how won.” “Thank you. This is great.” “You’re welcome.”

“Someone can always go get it for you.” Angel smiled. She wasn’t talking about the new laptop he bought for her. Besides, his house was home. “Not there. The house, like Baba’ house. I’m writing a series. The first book is on preorder and scheduled to release. But the second one is on my laptop at home. I don’t know if I sent myself a copy. Cara usually helps with the editing.” “You can get a new editor.” “But I don’t even have the manuscript.” “Then check your email,” Kyle told her. His palm cupped her rosy cheek, and he drew his forehead to hers. “Are you sure you don’t want me to read it? Connect you with someone? Just say the word, princess.”

The editor from Thornfield Press was named Cara Obi. She possessed the voice of someone who read everything, held unyielding opinions on all of it, and was entirely too honest to pretend otherwise. It was a warm but direct voice—the rare combination of a person who loved books far too much to flatter a draft that wasn’t yet what it needed to be. When Selene called her on a Friday morning, she had budgeted exactly twenty minutes. She had prepared three specific questions, a firm position on the advance, and a rigid, defensive boundary regarding what she was and was not willing to expose on the page.