"When a young woman disrupts his life and then disappears, a man with no memory tries to track her down.  Will he succeed where a black cult, organized crime, old gods, and his own past want him to fail?"

It may end up being garbage.  I believe now, where I didn't before, that I CAN write fiction that will sell ... it may not be a break-out run-away best seller, but if the prose is solid and the story is exciting ... it'll get picked up.  Maybe not this book, but perhaps the next, or the one after that will be where I reach the point. 

Then, after that, it's just a matter of continuing to write solid, exciting fiction that people enjoy reading.

--fje

That part that you put in quotes was brilliant. I'm interested in hearing something about that.

--Amber

I know a few people online who write on the racy end of romance. They use pseudonyms so that 1. the neighbors don't find out, and 2. the pervs have a harder time tracking them down. #2 is also an issue for someone I know who writes mystery/thrillers with disturbing content.

It used to be that certain romance lines would force you to use a pseudonym and then retain the rights to your name. So if you wanted to work for another house you were stuck starting over. While they could have someone else write under your name. That, fortunately, has changed.

The choice to write under a different name seems to be yours these days. As for picking the name, I'd discuss it with your agent and/or editor. They should be able to help with considerations like how the name will look on the cover and where it would be shelved. If you're choosing your name, you might as well choose for maximum sales.

Very true

Or you could just remain anonymous

Ive seen that before as well

I remember her having long flowing red hair and green eyes, but I could be wrong.

yes, im pretty sure Jim said she had green almost feline eyes. the hair is right too. she has like, features as smooth as silk even tho shes old. same with the figure of her body, and usually wears long flowy dresses lol.

HI!

My name is Amber, and yes, I am an up-and-coming author. No, nothing published yet, but i am trying!!

Right now i'm writing two books, which is difficult with school and everything else a 14, almost 15, year old has to deal with. I write murder/mystery novels, seeing as how that is my favorite genre, along with fantasy of course. I've talked to many people to help me get my facts straight. I know the State Supreme Court Justice, who is a very nice lady. I've been interviewed by the local newspaper. I enjoy writing so much. I've email about 3 authors, counting Mr. Butcher, and have gotten emails back, except from Mr. Butcher lol.

My first book i started about two years ago and it's called Silent Death. It's in third person, and it's actually going very well. I'm about half-way through, and very excited about when i finish. Hopefully i can get out there!

My other book is a little different. I started it maybe a year ago, when i was originally typing a journal entry but decided it would make a good plot line. It's called Found Missing, and it's in first person, although i don't use myself. It's going along well too, although it's about a fourth of the way through. I'm also very excited for the finished product.

I like picking titles that contradict. For example, Found Missing. If you're found, how can you be missing? And if you're missing, how can you be found and missing at the same time? Do you see? Silent Death is a bit more complicated. Death is supposed to be posted. Whether it's murder or natural causes, you usually see something about it in the paper. But yet there is the silent part. Hence the contradiction.

I don't feel comfortable letting anyone see my work considering it is not copyrighted and i don't need people stealing my ideas. However, i may be lenient to offer a small tidbit:

The heat around her was thickening, stifling, like a blanket. Branches whipped out at her, cutting her face and tearing at her clothes, slowing her down. Death lurked behind her, a merciless being with a heart blacker than ebony. She tries to scream, but the humid air cuts her off, like the fear that chokes her. Trees flash past, twisted and gnarled things that look nothing like the regular beauty of the swamp. Like the hunter that stalks behind her, hurtful and predatory. She looks behind her, tripping over a tree root and stumbling, sending her sprawling headlong into a weeping willow. Too late, no one to come and answer her screams for help, for mercy, never coming.
  The hunter lurks over her, a smile curling the corners of the mouth. Her screams intrigue something, send something stirring inside. Excitement, happiness. The predator knows this little slut has no more control over her life. The knife is the only one that does. The knife is evil, like the murderer that holds it.
  Smiling, the knife is raised and plunged, drawing blood as alluring as red champagne.........

Tell me what you think!!!