Romance Book Agents Novels & Stories

But ever since she'd taken over the bar, her writing pace had slowed to a crawl. Well... that, and the inconvenient truth that her creative spark had all but fizzled out. And just last week, her agent had called. Apparently, a lot of readers were eagerly waiting for her next book. And, as her agent always reminded her: "Strike while the iron is hot." She needed to take advantage of the fact that her name was still warm on the bestseller shelves. With so many talented erotic romance writers popping up everywhere, she was lucky to have been given the chance to publish her work on the international stage.

Chapter Twenty-Five The literary agent's name was Fiona Marsh, and she wasted no time getting to the point once Wren returned her call the next afternoon. "I'll be direct, Ms. Ashby. What happened to you, your father, Voss Holdings, all of it, is exactly the kind of story publishers fight over. Redemption, betrayal, corporate intrigue, a love story nobody saw coming. I can get you a deal by the end of the week if you want it."

My publisher loved me because I made them money. Nobody knew who I was. My editor had never seen my face. My agent had signed me based on a manuscript I'd submitted with a note saying I valued my privacy and would only communicate via encrypted email. They'd agreed because the book was too good to pass up, and by the time it became a bestseller, I'd already established that Lyra St. James was a mystery and that was part of the appeal.

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After she confirmed where and who her mother was, Anna put on comfortable lounge wear, made herself a hot cup of herbal tea, picked up her loathsome eyeglasses and prepared to dive into the first of five hot off the presses manuscripts which she had agreed to read. First, she read the cover page from the agent with a glowing review of the confident Anna was going to love it and offer them a contract. Over the years, she had developed close relationships with a very select group of agents who she trusted not to send her unedited garbage that would not only waste her time reading, but piss her off to where she would no longer accept submissions from that agent. In all her years as an editor at

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Chapter 4 As I did I became aware of the throbbing erection between my legs. As always I wondered if other people who wrote erotica got turned on by their own work. Then again I didn't always; usually it was when I was working with my favorite subject matter, Miss Ross. "Good!" Kim exclaimed, "That's why I was calling, to make sure your flighty ass remembered that our final story for Miss Ross's writing circle is due tomorrow." Oh, fuck me! I thought, I had to have that e-mailed off to Miss Ross before midnight tonight. Out loud I answered, "Nope, I actually remembered this time."

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he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

This one, though, was clearly different. “Let me start by saying that you will get all the thrills you have ever hoped for with this.” She grinned. “However, confidentiality is paramount.” “Of course.” In Aria’s line of business, that was given. And I say it was her business because I was not part of her agency. This escort agency was high class and opportunities were plenty, but I made my money as a romance writer. I wrote under a penname. But recently, I had received comments from my editor that the sizzling chemistry between adult leads wasn’t enough.