Greetings,

For as long as I can remember I have loved to write. As soon as I was able to write words down into a sentence I was creating a world of my own. If there was a boy at school I liked, but knew he was way out of my league, I wrote a story that they were together and living a life I wanted. Growing up the youngest in a family of six I was always pushed aside or forgotten about. I aspired for more. "What do you want to be when you grow up" my mother would ask. "I want to be a writer." "That's nice dear, but you need a real job." So that is what I did. I grew up and got a "real" job and I now work as a nurse. My passion for writing has never waivered and when I finally finished my "story", which really ended up being a very large novel, over 450 pages! I searched for an agent to help me publish my book.

Well we can see I am not published, and even though I have had several friends, men too, read my book, there has been no interest from Agents. I just want to share my story, have people fall in love with the same characters I have, have dreams and inspire for them to have the world work in their favor. I feel I need to give a back story to my book. I need people to understand how the "labor of love" was started.

When I was in high school, my best friend at the time got my into reading Historical Romance. I loved books on Native American's, their life and culture always fascinated me. I always felt things could be so different if. . . And that was where my stories would start. I wanted to change history, and in my stories I could. I wrote non-stop for almost two years, changing this or that along the way. Before my book was finished my mother died when I was a sophomore in college. I found it difficult to write for a very long time. My passion for writing was gone, reading was a rarity as well. I put away my dreams of ever being a writer and settled on being a wife and mother. One day my husband asked me "Whatever happened to that book you were writing?" I had forgotten about it, and one day I came across the hand written pages I had shoved in a blue folder. I sat and read it and thought, hmm it's okay. Now by this time Harry Potter, Twilight and Hunger Games had come out and I knew I was nowhere in the league of those writers. There was nothing special about my story. Just another Historical Romance. Then as life would go, my father passed away. Losing him just about destroyed me. I cried everyday and prayed for him to come to me, let me know he was okay. I then had a dream. This wasn't just any dream, this was my dad coming back to talk to me. Now if you want back story to my "dreams from the dead" PM me and I can fill you in. Anyway, in this dream he tells me that he read my book. Now at this time, only my friend Crystal had read my book. I was very protective of it and I became very embarrassed that my father read my book. "Dad, that's embarrassing." I told him, there were sex scenes in it for Christ's sake. My father had read me writing about sex! Yeah still makes me shudder. He tells me, "Suz this is good. You're a very good writer, you need to get this published. Finish your book." So when I woke up, I finished my book, well it took some time, but yes I finished it. And nothing. It sat, typed and finished for about a year and I began to second guess my father. Did he really know what he was talking about. If my book was good, surly someone would find it interesting. So I turned to prayer again. This time I went to the big guy, God. "God, I want to know if this book was meant to be. If I am meant to have this published and be a writer I need a sign, a very LOUD sign to let me know what I am doing was meant to be." That night I had another dream, which I have written almost exactly as it happened, into the storyline of my book. I found the missing part. The link that would have my book stand out from just a Historical Romance. I hope you enjoy reading my book and if you don't please be kind and give constructive, not hurtful criticism. Thanks for taking the time to read my "story".