Help!  What book should I work on finishing next?

Hello sexy romance readers.  I’m Fiona McGier.  I write contemporary erotic romances, with an occasional foray into paranormal, and I like to add suspense in the form of secret agent types to my books.  But usually my spies are female, and the men they meet have to deal with that.

So yeah, I’m in a quandary.   I’ve taken on another part-time job at night, so between my day-job and my night job, I’m not gonna have much time to write until the summer.  So what little time I can squeeze out becomes more valuable.  But I want to make it worthwhile.  So I’m asking you readers to please give me some direction here! 

What are your choices? The second choice is a stand-alone romance. I’ve written a couple of these, available only as eBooks.  These are stories that are complete in one book, with no characters left hanging around wanting a sequel for their own romances.

Two For Tuesday

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Blurb:  Dr. Marcus Jones is world-famous for inventing a procedure to make cardiac surgery quicker and safer.  He has achieved much in the ten years since he graduated from medical school, including accumulating more wealth than he had ever dreamed of growing up in the projects in Chicago.  But he has not been as successful in his personal life.  His lawyer-wife is divorcing him–but then he was never really in love with her.  He has only felt that way about one woman…the one he dated back in college…the one who “got away”.   But he didn’t get to be rich and famous by not pursuing his dreams.  When he finds her name on the internet he contacts her, determined to see if he can rekindle what they once had together back when he could only spare one night a week away from his studies, and his world revolved around Tuesdays. 

Excerpt from back in college:

     Two weeks later Marcus walked into town again after dinner in the dorm, and used what little profit he had left-over from his twice-monthly government-issued living expenses check, and bought himself a beer.  He looked around for familiar faces, but when he didn’t see any he sought out an open chair and sat down at a table by himself.  He was just starting his regular brooding over his lot in life when one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen crossed the dance floor while staring at him.  He briefly managed to wonder how she could walk while undulating her hips like that, smiling as if she knew how erotic it was and enjoyed looking like a wet dream walking.  Then his long-ignored desires flared to life and he felt incapable of coherent thought while the blood rapidly abandoned his brain.

        “Hi, you’re Dr. Marcus, aren’t you?”  She smiled at him as if she already knew the answer.

       “Uh, yea, I’m Marcus,” he stammered, grateful that his dark skin would hide the blush that he could feel creeping up his body, as he responded to her overwhelming sexuality.

        “Well, I’m Melanie.  You saved my life a couple of weeks ago, remember?”

        She pantomimed choking while grasping her throat.

        “I remember,” he said.

        “Well, can I sit down?  Thanks.” She oozed into the chair next to Marcus and scooted it closer to him.

        “You know,” she leaned forward conspiratorially, “No one seemed to know much about you.  You don’t come in very often, and I barely remember the name you said, since I was kind of, you know, out of it?  My friends were too busy dragging me home to party”¦ to help me forget my near-brush with death.  So I’ve been asking everyone who might know you just who you are and how I could get in touch with you.  Mike, you know, the bartender there, he said he gave you a beer on the house for saving one of his best customers, so they didn’t have to close the joint.  Ha ha, big comedian, that guy.  He said you only come in every couple of weeks; he thought it was always on a Tuesday.  Well since I only live a couple of blocks away I’m in here almost every night, unless I have a theme paper due the next day, in which case I’m in the library until it closes, then I go home and write and type my paper.  I’m an English major, did I mention that?  Anyway, I knew I’d see you in here again sooner or later, so I’ve been watching for you every night and now here you are!” 

       She smiled triumphantly at him. 

      Stunned, Marcus just stared, not sure what kind of response was called for.

        “So,” she continued, “You know, I do breathe every now and then, and that’s your cue to talk if you want to.  But if you don’t, that’s okay too”¦I’ll just keep on talking.  Anyway, I wanted to think of something I could do to really thank you for saving my life and all.  If I could cook, I’d make you dinner, but I’m not really very good in the kitchen.  If I could bake, I’d make you cookies, but ditto there.  I don’t know you well enough to write you a poem, and anyway that’s really cheesy, considering you saved my life and all.  But there is something I’m really good at.”  

        She paused, really looking at him now, studying him, as if he were a bug under a microscope.

        “You’re kind of a quiet guy, aren’t you?”

        He nodded, still unable to make words come out, while his dick throbbed angrily against the zipper of his jeans, as if accusing him of neglect.  The smell of her perfume and her skin was intoxicating him, and he was afraid that if she leaned any closer, he would not be able to stop himself from throwing her across the table and tearing her clothes off.  He tried not to stare at her erect nipples that threatened to tear holes in her tee shirt, but he was still blushing from what he was imagining, so it was difficult to look her in the eye.

       “But you are kind of cute, in an under-fed, nerdy kind of way.  Tell you what”¦what I’m really good at, is screwing.  In fact I’m trying to get the college to let me minor in it!” 

         She smiled at him while his jaw dropped open.

        “So, if you’re up for it, after we finish our beers we can stroll back to my place, where I conveniently have more beer in the fridge.  Then I can really thank you for saving my life!  How’s that?”

        Marcus had not thought it to be possible for his dick to get even harder than it was, but it twitched and throbbed as he imagined burying himself between her thighs.  He briefly wondered if he had died and gone to Heaven.

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Then there’s The Reluctant Bride.

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Blurb: Veterinarian Pamela Wilson always used to run away from home to get attention from her status-conscious, preoccupied parents.  Years ago she met a man who loved her unreservedly, but her parents didn’t approve of his blue-collar job, so she ran away from him too.  When the ambitious lawyer she’s marrying answers a phone call while she’s walking down the aisle, it’s the last straw!  She runs away again, this time to a cabin her parents don’t know about, owned by the mechanic.  Does he still own it and is he still single?  Will she finally stop running away and make the right decision for her future?

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So I have an idea I’ve started working on for a stand-alone romance about an author who is experiencing increasing anxiety attacks while in public.  It’s starting to affect her ability to do publicity for her books.  She’s too young to want to become a recluse, so when a friend of her family tells her about a new psychiatric treatment garnering great reviews for helping others to identify the deeply-buried sources of their problems, she decides to give it a try.  What she didn’t realize is that the doctor pioneering the treatment has to be linked to the mind of the patient…he has to “walk” with you in your memories.  She’s an author so her brain is already crowded with other people.  Now he wants to repeatedly make himself at home in her brain? Can her brain hold one more person? And will that hot assistant of the doctor ever ask her out, or is he too hung-up on not breaking the doctor/patient bond by dating her?

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What do you think?  Would you be interested in reading this story line? Vote for stand-alone book.

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