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Through Fire
New Adult Romance
By Sage MacGowan
Release Date: November 6, 2017
Confidence. Faith. Redemption.
All her life Cass has been the wallflower, quietly content to make her mark from behind the scenes. As a cognitive psychologist in the research field she will use her intellect and tenacity to heal the “broken” brain. Because she learned long ago she isn’t capable of fixing broken minds, maybe not even broken hearts.
Possibility. Strength. Acceptance.
Bryan doesn’t even want to think about his present. To escape his past, he had always looked to the future. As a materials engineer he will use his ingenuity and talent to develop state-of-the-art products. But now an accident has drastically broad-sided his life…and the hits keep coming.
Force of will. Daring. Absolution.
They give each other the motive to step beyond self-consciousness, to reach outside themselves to touch the other. They discover the courage to pull one another close. To love. To be loved. From one another they draw the power and fortitude to move beyond mistakes.
Growing up, and for quite some time after, Sage was a reader and a dreamer, but didn’t often put pen to paper. After becoming addicted to romance novels, she would often rewrite the stories in her head. Then late one night, while listening to music, with story ideas dancing in her mind, she was overcome with an undeniable urge to actually write.
Sage is a nature-worshiper and spends a fair amount of time hiking and camping (real camping, not the wussy RV kind) with her family. She also rides horses as often as she can (which isn’t often) and gets her horse fix by volunteering at the local therapeutic riding center. Her other volunteer gig is a non-profit group that helps military veterans train dogs as support animals and service dogs. In her previous life (former career) she was a veterinary nurse for over 20 years, and has always had a passion for medicine, which is behind the presence of “medicalese” in her stories.
Website: Druidessepona.wixsite.com/sagewriter


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A Behind the Scenes Look

AccidentalValentine_Cvr (1)When I wrote “Dream Architect,” I just sat down and started writing. I knew it couldn’t be longer than 12,000 words, but when my word counter showed I’d reached 12,000 words, I wasn’t finished with the story. So I wrote until it was finished.

The result is – several thousand words were cut from the first draft. Two of those scenes are being made available to you.

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The other scene gives you a deeper look into Ashlin Taylor’s family dynamics. One of her biggest problems is that she’s trying to make her family happy. This is a New Adult romance, and I will bet many in the 18-22 age bracket still struggle with the same issue.

Without further ado…

Ashlin Taylor stared at the two story house where she spent fifteen years of her life. While her fingers twirled her sable hair, mixed memories frolicked. She chased the happy ones, but they flitted away like butterflies. With a huff, she opened the car door. Dinner at her parents’ house offered more of the usual pressures. Maybe this evening would be atypical.

Her twelve-year-old sister flung open the door before Ashlin’s hand reached the knob. Her greeting, “Do you have a date for Saturday night?”

“Someone I know, I hope.” Benjamin Taylor responded from his place in the recliner. His slipper-covered feet, crossed at the ankles, jittered with his words.

Nope. The status quo remained solid.

“Let her in.” Ashlin’s mother rounded the corner from the kitchen, wiping her hands on the skirt of the apron she wore over her slacks and sweater.

Ashlin hung her purse and coat over the back of a chair, giving her mother a quick hug. She didn’t have to feign interest in her sister’s plans to sleep over at a friend’s house on both Friday and Saturday.

Soon, the table was set and they took their places, two empty chairs signaling the absence of her older brothers. While the dishes were passed, her mother shared information about the various acts performing at the fundraiser, one of which was the band Nicole wanted to support. Ashlin nodded, happy to be a bystander. As usual, her father concentrated on cutting his food into precise bites and listening to the news still blaring from the living room.

After dinner, Ashlin cleared the table.  While her mother carried the cup of decaf coffee to her father, her sister ran to get her sewing projects. Water drowned out the sound of her parents’ voices.

Once Ashlin had inspected the neat seams on her sister’s handmade dress and assured her it was blue-ribbon work, she and her mother were left alone with the sink full of dishes.

“You must be so proud of her,” Ashlin said.

“She surprised us, arriving so long after you, but yes, we adore her.”

“Not what I meant, Mom.”

“Oh.” Her mother crossed the kitchen to replace the serving tray in its proper cabinet.

“She sews and knits and is completely excited about 4-H. All the stuff you wanted me to do.”

“Yes, she shares many of my interests,” her mother said, sighing. “But she can’t cook as well as you do. And she’s a natural disaster when it comes to organizing anything.”

A smile twitched Ashlin’s lips upward.

“But she fits the mold you and Dad have pushed me in to.”

“We haven’t pushed you into anything.” Her mother’s hand stilled on the lid she was drying.

“Really? A job at Taylor and Sons, a date with every guy you know. The constant conversations about when I get married.”

“Don’t you want to get married?”

Ashlin squelched the monstrous sigh that swelled in response. Somehow the conversation always managed to return to that subject, while never focusing on how controlled Ashlin felt. She gritted her teeth. Tonight would be different.

“Sure. When I find the right guy. Until then” – and boy did that seem like it was years away – “I would like to pursue a career.”

“Your uncle says you’re the best assistant he’s ever had.” The pan clattered as she stowed it with the others. “I thought you liked that job.”

“The job’s fine, but it isn’t what I want to do for the rest of my life.”

“Of course not,” her mother said, patting her arm. “You’ll get married, have children and move forward to the next phase.”

“Why can’t the next phase be college?”

The cupboard door where her mother had placed the last saucepan swung shut. Ashlin drained and rinsed the sink. The gentle touch on her elbow surprised her. She shut off the water and faced her mother.

“It can, I suppose, but shouldn’t you have started that right after high school?”

Ashlin tamped down the frustration somersaulting behind her ribs. She would not raise her voice.

“You mean when dad asked if I wanted to work at his office or Uncle Mike’s?” They stared at each other. “And then tossed all my college catalogs in the trash. That’s when I was encouraged to go to college?”

“Maybe not encouraged, but we never said you couldn’t.”

Ashlin’s chest heaved with her expelled breath.

“Then I suspect you’ll both be happy to hear I’ve enrolled in the design and drafting program at the community college.”

Her mother blinked several times. The black pupil’s contracted within the greenish irises. Ashlin awaited the imminent explosion.

“If that makes you happy,” her mother said. The balloon of tension between them withered. “Do you really want to work once you have children, though?”

The fluttering spark of stress flared to life. Ashlin widened her eyes to avoid rolling them.

“I don’t have children, Mom. I don’t know if I’ll ever have children, but I know I want to design houses.”

Without pause her mother exclaimed, “Of course you’ll have children.”

And just that quickly, the conversation returned to the topic at the forefront of her parents’ mind.

Listening to Nicole bemoan another failed plan with Vincent probably would have been preferable.

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I’m a published author – Almost

published author

If you follow me on any form of social media, you’ve heard me scream, shout and dance (okay, you probably couldn’t hear that) about this fact. I have a publishing contract. I will be a published author in two weeks.

It’s so official that I have an author webpage attached to my publisher’s site. Goodreads permitted me to claim the name of S.L. Hughson, and I am an official Goodreads author.

Someday, I might even get a royalty check.

But you all know I don’t really care about that. It has never been about the money for me. And I hope it never will be.

So, how did this event transpire? I know some people want the complete scoop.

First off, my awesome writer friend Jenny shared a link to an open call for submissions. It was for an anthology of fantasy short stories. I was all over that.

Except I didn’t have the time to focus on creating and completing a compelling story. What I did do was like the publisher’s Facebook page so I would see future announcements in plenty of time to respond with a story of my own.

Six month later, guess what I saw?

This lovely page

So I started brainstorming. I don’t want to say too much about this because I’m answering a question about it during the blog tour in a couple weeks. I will say: biker, car crash and new adult.

I drafted a story. It was supposed to be between 7,000 and 12,000 words. Mine came in around 16,000. And so I let it sit.

When I came back to it, the scenes which didn’t need to be part of the story screamed it. They didn’t progress the relationship between my “Accidental Valentines” in the least.

That brought me to about 12,000 words. Whew! But I wasn’t done cutting – or tightening the writing. In the end, the story I submitted ran about 9,900 words.

I submitted it about two weeks prior to the deadline because it was November and I was doing that whole National Novel Writing craziness.

I figured I’d find out about the acceptance in early December. Shows what I don’t know.

Here’s the email that changed me from pre-published to published:


Thank you so much for your submission, Dream Architect, to our upcoming Accidental Valentine anthology. I’ve had a chance to read your story and really enjoyed it. Roane Publishing would be pleased to offer it a place in the anthology. Congratulations!

If you are still interested in having the story included, just let me know by return email, and I will have Rebecca send over a contract.

Warmest Regards,
Acquisitions Editor
Roane Publishing

I received it on November 22 – exactly TWO DAYS after the submissions deadline. So, they obviously had a shortage of submissions and that’s why they chose my story.

Or not. My editor at Roane Publishing has remarked several times about enjoying my story. After rereading it and red-lining it three or four different times.

Soon enough, you’ll be able to decide if it’s any good for yourself. On release day, February 13, I will have all the links here to the blog tour, release giveaway and the booksellers.

I signed the contract the next day (a royalties-only agreement which suited me fine). A few weeks later, I got a questionnaire to complete for my biographical information. I wrote a blurb for my story and went on vacation.

Just after Christmas, I got the first round of edits. They were more about cutting excess words than anything else. A couple of clarifications needed to be made because my wording sucked. Back to the editor.

At the beginning of January, I got the manuscript to review for a second time. Again, only minor wording changes. I’m starting to think I write pretty cleanly by this time.

That’s it. That’s my exciting journey to becoming a published author. Not a single rejection from this publisher.

Now, if I could say the same thing about my novels, you’d hear me dancing like a mad ballerina.