It’s always a defining moment when you reach the point where you type “The End” at the bottom of a manuscript. Especially in NaNoWriMo, you’re happy and you’re sad, and, more importantly, you know it isn’t the end. Not really.
After NaNoWriMo comes editing, revising, cutting, inserting, moving chapters around, taking chapters out, or even the dreaded re-writing. For me, because this romantic thriller or thrilling romance genre is so new to me, I’m going to turn first to beta readers familiar with the romance genre and get an indication of whether I should even bother. If I don’t have what it takes to write a cogent romance; then, I’ll go back to my plain old thrillers. We’ll see.
But it was fun, a lot of fun to turn characters on their heads, to muck around with their established back story. Hey, if it works, I can always change the character names and query agents who specialize in romance.
Now, because people have been reading snippets of the work on a Facebook group and here and who were aghast I killed off the male romantic interest, this should make you feel better:
The reception area of the clinic was empty except for Ekaterina Bukharina, in her doctor’s lab coat now. Such a place on a large, busy collective should be packed with minor injuries and illnesses.
Mai turned on Natalia when they entered. “Look, enough of all this subterfuge. If I don’t find out what is going on here, why you brought me here right now, I’m leaving,” she said.
Ekaterina put a hand on Mai’s arm. “Come with me, and everything will be explained,” she said.
Ekaterina led her down a hallway to an examining room. She held the privacy curtain aside and motioned Mai to enter.
Not caring that the woman saw, Mai drew her gun, brought it up to the ready, and went inside.
On the bed amid tubes and IVs and monitor leads, Alexei lay, thin to the point of gauntness, his head shaved but sprinkled with scabs and scars, his skin showing he hadn’t seen the sun in a long time. Those eyes, those incredible, blue eyes shifted toward her, moisture leaking from their corners.
What was it Olga Lubova had said? That Mai would find what she’d lost.
“So,” Alexei said, “deduskha, are you here to kill me or kiss me?”