Romance Book Agents Novels & Stories

Raeanne asked. "I'll give you some privacy." Allison replied as she left the room. "Hi Jake. Thanks for accepting my match. I'm 29 and I work as a publishing agent. I love walks, the beach, camping, horseback riding, football and baseball. Obviously I love to read. Romance is my passion. I like tall dark and handsome men. And I've always been team werewolf. Loved Twilight and I was team Jacob! Please don't be jealous! JK!" Raeanne replied.

"Really? How do they even know about it yet?" "Word travels fast in the romance community," Robert explained. "When established authors start talking about breakthrough novels, people pay attention." Jake leaned forward slightly. "Emma, what Robert's not mentioning is that several bestselling romance authors have specifically asked to read advance copies of your manuscript. That level of author endorsement is rare for debut novels." Emma looked around the table, seeing genuine enthusiasm for her work from people whose opinions mattered in the industry. "I honestly don't know what to say. Six months ago, I was struggling to write a convincing love scene."

“I don’t know what you’ve been through, but talent like yours shouldn’t be buried in a small cafe like this. If you’re willing, please consider becoming the hotel’s manager. We need talent like yours!” I did not accept the card. However, his words were like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples in my quiet, desolate heart.

I've always wanted to write a romance novel and get it published. I've always dreamed to be a writer. I've always dreamed to work at a publishing company. So, why wasn't I excited as I ought to have been? "Grace?" Her voice snapped me back. "Grace, darling, are you there?" "Um, yeah." I cleared my throat. "I, uh, I don't know what to say." "How about you take a deep breath and process what you've just been told?" "I don't know how I feel about it, to be honest. My book was never something I intended for anyone else to read at all so all this is just so… unexpected." I let out a breath. "And Spring Publishing House is in England, Kendra."

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He gently nudged me to the table. “Actually Ms. Pierce is my agent and manager. I do not have a secretary.” I did not want Mr. Bromski to get the wrong idea about me nor the people that I work with. “Nethertheless, I am glad that she set this meeting into motion. I have been a huge fan of yours since your debut in the South Bayou series. You brought life into your roles no matter how small they were.” I could tell he was buttering me up, but having someone as bug as the man sitting next to me give me compliments truly meant something.

She smiled at both books, thanked me and paid for both of them. It was almost closing time at the bookstore, but so far, I was in such a great mood. I loved it whenever I was able to convince Miss Winston’s customers to buy books. The woman had actually come in for a cookbook, yet somehow I had managed to convince her to take two paranormal romance novels and one normal erotica. Today had been a busy day. I was quite thankful for that, because it kept me from thinking about Lucia and Daniel. “Congrats on your sale,” Miss Winston said, appearing in front of me. “Keep up the good work and I’ll give you a promotion.”

he groaned, gripping my hips as he started pounding. Each thrust slammed deep, balls slapping my clit, the desk creaking under us. I could feel every inch, every vein dragging along my walls. “Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Own this pussy.” Roman snarled and gave it to me, hips snapping faster, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other fisted my hair. “Like this? You love taking my cock at work, don’t you? Greedy little slut for your boss.”

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I ask uncertainly, hardly daring to believe such a thing. She grins widely. “Yes, they said yes. They want to see the rest of the book.” “Give me that phone,” I shout excitedly. She hands me the phone and I read the precious words from someone called Daria Elizabeth Bowen from Peter Thiel’s Literary Agency. Basically, she likes my first three chapters and wants me to send the rest of the manuscript as soon as possible.