Posts Tagged ‘Breaking All the Rules’

February 13, 2015

Van & Allyson

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I posted my new cover on my Facebook author page already, but it hit me I should share it here on the blog.

Yes, I realize I’ve been neglecting the blog despite what I learned at RWA Nationals last summer. I’m trying to get better — promise. Things are still crazy here, what with the new job and everything.

Without further ado, here’s the cover for BREAKING ALL THE RULES.

Breaking all the Rules | Arlene Hittle

It’s set to come out the week of March 19. In fact, I’m going through the galley now.

BREAKING, about a by-the-book mental health facility administrator who must hire a Klingon interpreter, is a departure from my Love & Baseball stories. I’m so excited to let my geek side frolic.

The blurb:

Some rules are meant to be broken. If only they could agree on which ones…

Faced with compliance of a ridiculous new Arizona law, by-the-book mental health care facility administrator Allyson Cunningham must find an interpreter who speaks a made-for-TV language. Prime candidate Donovan Marshall has the language skills she so desperately needs, but shows a disturbing disregard for all rules and restrictions. While Allyson struggles to secure another perfect rating for her facility, convince Donovan to conform and control her inappropriate attraction to an employee, Donovan makes it his prime directive to persuade starchy Ally it doesn’t hurt to break a few rules.

August 23, 2014

Stories, Van & Allyson

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So much for attempts to post here on a regular schedule. I have many excellent reasons for slacking—some of which I plan to blog about in the near future.

For now, know I’m neck-deep in edits for BREAKING ALL THE RULES, my spring 2015 Turquoise Morning Press release.

BATR edits

Yes, I prefer to make edits by hand. Maybe it makes me a dinosaur, but I see things differently on paper. Besides, it feels more real somehow. I love the heft of a pile of manuscript pages.

There’s only one problem with editing this way: Sometimes—OK, more often than I care to admit—I can’t read my hand-written scribbles.

Ahem. The trick, of course, is to finish edits and get them back in my typewritten manuscript quickly enough that I can still remember what I was trying to say.

That’s the goal, anyway.

I’ve slowly been whittling down the to-be-edited pile. As of Saturday afternoon, it’s officially a shorter stack than the already-edited pile.

Progress!

Progress!

It’s the small victories, right? I need a few of those in my life right now.