Then my editor called.
We talked about several things. One of which was changing the story of book three from the romance of ZQ, the commander of Black Eagle Ops, and a romance writer to the romance I'd slowly been building for a bi-racial couple. I'd planned JJ and Ashley's romance to develop at a snail's pace since she'd been brutalized by ISIS radicals. Poor Ashley had a lot of healing to do. My goal had been for a happy-for-now ending for them. More than a friendship, but nothing sexual. Now, she's to be the focal point of a romance I feel she's not emotionally strong enough for. Oh goodness, what to do, what to do?
I restarted the book several times. Nothing worked. Last night I was pretty bummed when I went to bed. I'd had a weak start that would work, but nothing fabulous. Early this morning, I woke up from a dream of reading a review..."I don't care what Vonnie Davis writes as long as she starts her story in the middle of the action." I groaned something like "lots of luck with that" and rolled over. At six-thirty I woke up and the beginning to the book, HER FOREVER HERO, was right there ...
Ashley Vogel wasn’t sure which one had swooped down on her too aggressive date first—the Black Angel of Death or his trained war dog. But the man who’d been too stupid to understand the word “No” from her lips suddenly understood “get the hell away from her” when it growled its way up the back of former SEAL Jerryl Jacoby’s throat.
In fact, Ordinance, the service dog better known to members of SEAL Team 5 as Nance, still had an iron-clad jaw grip on John Harris’s ass as he sprinted for his beat up truck. Hell, the man yelled like a sissy just because a German shepherd was teaching him some manners.
Have a great Monday, everyone. My first chapter is done and rewritten twice and off to the editor. There's nothing like allowing your subconscious to work for you.