Hogtied by Holly Bargo
"I enjoyed this MC romance with an enemies-to-lovers theme. Though Melanie grates at your nerves at first, one can understand her anger and frustration at the situation she found herself in. Kyle is courageous, loyal, and kind. He put a lot on the line to save this girl and though it took her a while, she finally started appreciating him for who is. There is a bit more to the story that I didn’t think was necessary, but I don’t want to give any spoilers."
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“No need. You all stay off my property,” the old man said. “I’m inclined to shoot every last one of you.”
Hammer raised an eyebrow and his skepticism must have showed.
“Daddy was a sniper in the Gulf War,” Melanie explained with a saccharine smile. “And he taught Julie and me how to shoot, too. We can protect ourselves.”
Hammer met her cool confidence with another small smile. “The three of you can’t protect the whole
farm and your father knows it.”
He turned around and walked to his motorcycle, his strides slow and sure. He’d be damned if he showed uneasiness in front of the old man and two girls. He’d faced worse in the Middle East and the Central and South American cesspits where drug cartels, terrorists, and revolutionaries were indistinguishable from one another.
Melanie watched the man’s slow swagger and admitted silently to herself that he filled out his jeans very, very nicely. She liked the breadth of his shoulders and the bulge of hard muscle beneath his tee shirt. Stick a sword in his hand and she’d cast him as Aragorn in a Lord of the Rings remake.
“He’s hot,” Julie whispered, echoing her sister’s thoughts.
“He’s trouble,” their father muttered.
“What do we do, Daddy?” Melanie asked as the man started his motorcycle and rode away.
Part of a freelancer's box of goodies is a portfolio. The portfolio generally consists of client work, although it may also include pieces created for other purposes. My portfolio includes paid content published under the client's byline, paid content published under my byline, and unpaid content published under my byline.
Quite simply, if I'm not paid for the content, then it goes under my byline. Of course, sometimes that byline is my real name and sometime's is a pseudonym. Regardless, the name belongs to yours truly.
When it comes to editing projects, my name seldom receives mention. An editor works behind the scenes. Editors aren't responsible for the creation of the content, we're involved in the improvement of the content. That remains true even if we end up revising and/or rewriting substantial portions of that content. However, a mention in the acknowledgments always brings a smile, because who doesn't like a pat on the back?
Problems come into play when a prospective client requests that content be created especially for him for his project. Such prospective clients use the rationale that they need to see how the ghostwriter will treat his idea. The rule of thumb is to decline such requests--especially when they come from bid platform buyers. The very real risk is that the buyer has no intention of paying for any content, but he'll pick and choose and use that which he likes and still not hire anyone. It happens to many; it happened to me before I learned that lesson the hard way.
Still, sometimes a freelancer takes the risk. Occasionally, that risk pays off. It did so when I applied for a ghostwriting project to adapt a screenplay to a novel. The client intended to shop the finished manuscript to publishers. An occasional, quick search reveals that it hasn't been published yet, although the title and author name could have been changed which would end my search.
Because generating new content for a prospective client is such a risk--as well as a large investment of time, effort, and skill for little promise of reward--the portfolio of previous work serves two main purposes.
First, it shows a body of work that the prospective client can review for suitability. Does the writing meet the client's standard of excellence? Does it appeal to the buyer's taste? Does it show experience or knowledge of the buyer's topic or genre--or at least the capability of the ghostwriter to conduct research to speak with intelligence and authority on the buyer's topic?
Second, it shows a body of work that testifies to the depth and breadth of the ghostwriter's experience. This is a problem all newcomers to any market have: the Catch-22 of needing the job to get experience when the job requires prior experience. Someone, eventually, will have to take a chance on hiring that newcomer.
The prior experience conundrum affects freelancers. Clients want to hire experienced professionals for the low rates charged by novices. Because skill and experience should and usually do command professional rates, experienced professionals cannot compete on price: they must compete through quality.
The project samples in the portfolio should justify the freelancer's rates. It should show a niche expertise or versatility of experience. It should demonstrate evidence of work completed and the skill of which the vendor is capable. Client testimonials or recommendations also serve as evidence of the vendor's skill, but remember that vendors don't usually post negative reviews of their work. For a broader look at public opinion of the vendor's work--whether for a client or his own published content--look at reviews on public forums such as Amazon and Goodreads.
If you're looking to hire a ghostwriter, especially to write fiction, then take a look at the storytelling skills of that vendor. Read that writer's stories. If you like what you read, then that's the vendor for your project. If you like my writing and want something written, contact me.
The Diamond Gate
The duke then cemented other political and trade alliances with the blood of his other children: Crown Prince Eric, Prince Ascendant Jonathan, Princesses Rose, Pearl, Celeste, Grace, Lily, and Hope. The two youngest princes, Roderick and Simon, were yet too young to be married off as benefited Nuygenie.
The passage beneath was blocked and sealed with iron. The sisters did not discuss all they had lost. No one ever asked them if they had even wanted to be rescued.
This is the story after the faerie tale.
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“I am not entirely certain,” she replied soberly, thoughtfully. “You see, she loved him, loves him still.”
“The faerie prince who held her in his arms every night. He was exceedingly handsome, wealthy, and witty. He made her laugh and paid her compliments.”
“And you? Did you love your faerie prince?”
The question was rudely bold and he had no leave to pry. However, she forgave the intrusion and favored him with a pained look and an honest reply. “I did, but now I am not so sure.”
He glanced at his fiancée and back at his dance partner. “I do not have fine, sweet words.”
“We may be princesses, but that does not mean we expect a soldier to speak like a courtier,” she replied with a little grin more genuine than anything that had crossed her face the entire evening. “Above all, remember that a princess is still a woman. Treat Aurora like a thinking, feeling woman and she may look favorably upon you.”
Did such emotional creatures really think, he wondered. Aloud, he asked, “Do you really believe so? I’d not cause her anguish, but neither will I let her fancies destroy my future.”
The princess looked him bravely and boldly in the eyes and he was startled to notice they were the deep, dark green of forest moss. She had not missed the glint of determination and ambition in his eyes, nor did she fault him for it. “I do not believe she will ever love you, but she may begin to like you and with that you must be content.”
Rose’s stark pragmatism shocked him. Were not all young, pretty aristocratic ladies silly with romantic fancies such as sung by balladeers? Did they not spend their idle hours embroidering fine tapestries and finer love stories of heroism and handsome princes? And was he not the subject of one of those very ballads, one of those very heroes, if not so young and handsome?
“We’re not as frivolous as we may seem,” she commented quietly, correctly interpreting his silence. “And we understand that our privileges and comforts cost us.”
The music drew to a close, but he continued the conversation as they walked slowly back to the sisters.
“And what price will you pay?” he inquired.