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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book contains hot steamy scenes and abuse that may be strictly not for kids. WARNINGS: This is not your actual type of werewolf book and if you don't like it, you can pass. TO THOSE THAT CHOSE TO CONTINUE,HAVE FUN READING AND DON'T FORGET TO RECOMMEND TO MANY READERS OUT THERE. (HEART EMOJI). JESSICA POV One of the things I despise the most is being rejected.

Write offline and post at once. I hope you enjoyed these first 14 chapters and hope you are looking forward to the rest of the book! <3

"Before you step on that plane and become a student again, I want you to give your novel a real shot. Submit the manuscript to my board today. Not as my cousin, but as an author." ​I looked at the stack of pages—the story of a woman who was tired of being a footnote in other people's lives. "You really think it’s ready?" ​"It’s more than ready. It’s raw, it’s honest, and it’s exactly what the market is starving for," he insisted. He then pulled out a second document—a contract. "And this is the second part of my offer. I’ve spoken with the editor-in-chief of The Sovereign. It’s the most prestigious magazine in the country, and they want you as a regular columnist."

Когда мы закончим рецензирование, ваша книга может быть опубликована и будет квалифицирована для подачи заявки на контракт. После того как вы загрузили более 5000 слов, вам нужно нажать кнопку “Подать заявку на контракт”, которая находится на вашей личной странице (Нажмите на свой аватар), чтобы подать заявку. Затем редактор рассмотрит вашу книгу и решит, будем ли мы подписывать с вами контракт. #Когда я загружаю свою книгу, статус книги является" in review " и не она будет публиковаться, что это значит?

Submission deadline: 18:00 today. She checked the time. Less than two hours. — Across the city— Cami sat on the floor of her new apartment. Back against the wall. Laptop open in front of her. Not working. Just… waiting. Because this part— Didn’t require action anymore. It required patience. And she had learned that too. — Her phone lit up. Notification from the review board. No content. Just status. Pending submission. She stared at it. Then set the phone down beside her.

But her fears were lifted once the interviews were over and they were both offered the job. “Good Morning!” Jenny beamed clutching her finished manuscript in her arms. Today was the day she’d give it to Mr Sanders. “O.M.G is that it!?” Marc cried out pointing to the chunk of papers. Jenny nodded before stuffing her bag into the staff cupboard. She had emailed sections of her manuscript to Marc and he had acted as her proof-reader. She had taken all his thoughts and suggestions seriously and she believed that his help had made the book so much more. Marc’s dream was to also work in the publishing house. He’d been working on his own Young Adult novella’s and frequently published them on web-no

Emma sat on her bed going through her phone. She had been able to meet the publisher today and she had submitted the draft. He was so excited to see it and had also promised her that it would be ready as fast as possible. First, he needed to send it to an editor then after, make a book cover, publish and all. Emma said she was ready to wait so long as it was going to make her first book amazing. Today was her sister's last day of trial and Emma knew that it was probably all not going to end well, especially since they couldn't find the evidence and now it's going to be that way.

I managed to finish writing my very first draft and about my personal journal— you know the one that is for my eyes only— well, let's just say I have hit a dead end so that project is currently on hold. It would still take at least three months for the completed novel to be published. It has to go through three to four editors to cross-check and make necessary corrections before it can be approved. I was not rushing though but Brenda? She is trying to push the book out while there was still a bit of spotlight on me, you know taking advantage of the situation. “Hey, baby,” Nathaniel murmured burying his face in my neck. “Hey, you ready to go to work?” I asked him feeling that familiar tug tha

Emma hit the send button on her email to Jake at exactly 11:47 PM, three days before her official deadline. Her completed manuscript all 85,000 words of the best writing she'd ever produced was now in her editor's inbox, ready for his final review before submission to Meridian's editorial board.

I was telling the Zimmermans and the Figueroas that I didn't need their names, their protection, or their money. I took a deep breath and clicked. The page whirled for three seconds, a grey loading circle spinning against the white background. Then, the screen flashed. By the time the clock on the wall hit eight, my fingers were cramping, and my eyes were burning, but the digital submission receipt was sitting in my inbox with a bright green checkmark. It was official. On paper, at least, I belonged to myself again. "We're live," Aleena breathed through the phone, sounding a little awestruck. "Maison Nova is officially on the state registry. Get some sleep, partner. The real work starts tomo