I Need a Hero
When you think of classic romance, what stories stick in your mind? What do all the best-loved stories have in common? We think that special something is a Hero.
Liquid Silver Books is looking for stories that feature Heroes. Whether these Heroes are on the nightly news, or unnoticed, or hidden as they go about their work, they all deserve that one person who’s not only their perfect partner, but who also brings them a very special “happily ever after.”
These stories’ protagonists must be strong and capable, but should not be perfect – they should feel real, complex, with normal faults and problems, and they should learn important lessons about themselves as they fight to overcome the odds. There can be strong secondary characters, but the building relationship between the protagonists while they battle an intense and gripping conflict or villain must be the main thrust of the story.
Heroes stories can fall within any heat level, fitting our Platinum, Sterling, Liquid, or Molten guidelines - see www.liquidsilverbooks.com/guidelines.htm for more information on our heat levels. But they are romance stories, not erotica - there must be a strong and compelling story linking everything together, not a series of sex scenes. They must be 15K or longer, and can take place in any setting, from small town America to the vast light years of outer space. They can include paranormal elements, such as shifters or alternate worlds, but the underlying Heroes theme must ring true.
Do you have a larger-than-life Hero fighting against all odds in your latest manuscript? If so, we want to see it. We think strong ethics and leadership are in greater need today than ever, and we want to tell stories that showcase these qualities and entice our readers to add new books to their list of favorites.
If you have any questions, drop me an email - Georgia at liquidsilverbooks.com . Oh, and feel free to distribute to your favorite author-ly gathering places.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
“After two years, have you finally come to fuck me?”
She quivered in the darkness, grief flowing from her. “Denise died and it’s my fault.”
He sat up, the sheet falling. To his canine senses, her scent tasted sour and wrong, and her pulse beat too fast. Damn it, he’d been so fucking horny from the first moment he’d smelled her, he hadn’t noticed her sadness.
Friday, February 24, 2012
For years, shapeshifter Gunther West has known Judy is his mate. His little human isn't so sure. When a tragedy brings her knocking on his door seeking comfort, Gunther is more than ready to provide it. Neither can deny the sparks that fly, but are those sparks enough for forever?
I am so excited to have this release today and I hope you'll check it out. It can be found here.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Acton crossed the room and sat down in his chair. It felt right, like slipping on an old pair of shoes. How had so much time passed and why had he lost track of who he was? Had the doctor said something about the sun? These were questions he’d have to mull later. Right now there were lizard-people to deal with.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Tristan paced the pen for maybe the thirtieth time that evening. How could his mate
have been standing outside this godforsaken cage for five months without him smelling her? It was the spell. That had to be the reason. Traitorous Rex had trapped him in this form and taken away all of his extrasensory abilities, which now made him the weakest, most pathetic wolf in existence.
A wolf trapped with human senses.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
“And that meant you live with the people we protect, which makes things complicated. The others, the people who are non-Warriors, they depend on us to keep them alive and to beat back the monsters so someday we can go back to the surface. No one likes to feel obligated to be grateful.”
As if her explanation cleared up everything, she'd patted me on the hand and gone back to grading her papers.
I’d gotten up and continued on with the rest of my day. Personally, I thought it more likely the neighbors didn’t want to get attached to a person who had a one in four chance of dying on her sixteenth birthday than some great weirdness caused by what my father did.