So for those of you who missed out, we made a PDF version of the Dangerous Book. Warning: it’s 1MB in size (and I tried to get it as small as I could–this is down from the initial size of 10MB.  Sorry, but that’s just how it turned out!) Second warning: The original Dangerous Book of Excerpts had the full first chapter of both my novella, “This Wicked Gift,” and my debut novel, Proof by Seduction. But I got special permission from Harlequin to reprint those, as they’re longer than the average 2,500 word excerpt.  Since I only have permission to post up to 2,500 words on my website, this copy contains not quite the full first chapter.  Those of you who got one of those print versions should count yourselves very, very lucky.

Enjoy! Celebrate! And buy Tessa Dare’s July 28th, 2009 release this Tuesday!

I definitely want to share this book with you, and so one person will win a copy of Miranda Neville’s Never Resist Temptation.  Here’s what you have to do to get a chance to win:

1.  Read the excerpt on Love Gives Back.

2.  For one chance to win, send an e-mail to courtney @ courtneymilan dot com, telling me the salary that Jacobin is offered in order to make French pastries.

3.  For a second chance to win, include in the e-mail one pastry that the Earl of Storrington asks Jacobin to make for him.

That is it!  You have three days–until Thursday, February 27, 2009, at 8 AM EST–to send the e-mail.  I’ll choose one winner at random from the entries.  (EDIT:  Should be Friday, February 27.  oops!)

This might give you the impression that I am actually capable of writing a good query letter.  That impression would be . . . insanely offbase.  If you’ve been following me, you know that Sherry Thomas wrote my query letter.

My own query letters for the book…. they sucked.  So I’m posting the outtakes on this blog.

Query Letter number one:

The last person a scientifically-minded lord wants to consult is a fortune-teller. And yet Gareth Carhart, marquess of Blakely, finds himself doing exactly that in order to prove to his
gullible cousin that “Madame Esmerelda” cannot see the future.

Madame Esmerelda—otherwise known as Jenny Keeble—doesn’t need special powers to know scientific tests are bad for business. But just because Jenny’s a fraud doesn’t mean she’ll surrender. She decides to subject Gareth’s scientific mind to more illogic than it can bear. And so she predicts that the marquess will marry another woman, but only if he completes tasks.  Humiliating tasks. He’ll have to hand-make gifts. Sing in public. The only way he can disprove her predictions is to perform at her command, and she’s sure he’ll give up first.

Tasks or no tasks, Gareth won’t capitulate. There’s another way he can demonstrate Madame Esmerelda isn’t an otherworldly, metaphysical oracle. He’ll show she’s more than susceptible to his very worldly, very physical charms. But neither science nor séance can foretell the risk seduction poses to Gareth’s heart.

Sherry’s comment on this query letter was something like, gee, I see no internal conflict here.

So here’s my second attempt at a query letter, which also sucks:

Propriety usually consigns well-educated women who lack family and fortune to the depths of governessing.  But Jenny Keeble has never let a little thing like the crushing weight of society’s expectations stop her.  Instead, she earns a living pretending to consult spirits.  Business flourishes until Gareth Carhart, the scientifically-minded Marquess of Blakely, vows to prove she’s faking.

Just because Jenny’s a fraud doesn’t mean she’ll give up without a fight.  And so she tailors her predictions to challenge Gareth’s insular nature.  She expects he’ll retreat rather than give up his isolation.  When she discovers his cold, logical attitude is as much a facade as her gypsy clothing, though, victory slips from her grasp.  Because neither science nor séance has prepared her to grasp the intimacy she craves while holding onto the independence she’s earned.

My critique partner was like, “what are the depths of governessing, and what do they have to do with your book?”  My response:  They are like the depths of hell, except deeper.  When you are trying to explain the jokes in your query letter to your own critique partner, it’s probably a sign that it is not a funny joke.

Sherry said to this one:  You know, this isn’t very deep conflict.  Can you tell me more about what’s emotionally at stake?

I think I sent her about five pages of rambling, and then tried to sum up with this query paragraph:

Jenny Keeble’s talents as a fortune teller have brought her the respect and financial independence she craves.  The only problem is, she knows that respect is as false as her fraudulent prophesies.  And so when the coldly logical Marquess of Blakely confronts her with scientific proof of her fraud, she must choose between losing the social position she’s fought for, and earning the esteem of the one man who sees who she really is.

I think this is about the point where my critique partner said, “There is nothing about love in your query letter.  Where’s the romance?  You’re supposed to be writing a romance novel.”  At this point, I may have turned into a raging lunatic.  Query letters do that to me.  Sherry was also not really into this and asked me a number of questions about my secondary character, about Gareth.  And then she asked me the kicker:  “So, where’s the hot?”

That prompted me to write this:

Baseborn Jenny Keeble has won a measure of independence by pretending to tell the future.  So when Gareth Carhart, the Marquess of Blakely, threatens to prove she is a fraud, she won’t surrender.  Instead, she foretells that the coldly logical Marquess will fall prey to the emotions he scorns.  Gareth responds with a prediction of his own:  She’ll bed him before the month is up.  To her dismay, she finds herself increasingly attracted to the only man that can see through the web of lies she’s built.  But no matter how compelling Gareth’s counter-hypothesis is, Jenny’s not about to give up her hard-won independence for a man who is unable to postulate love.

At this point, Sherry gave up on my being able to construct a viable query on my own with help from her, so she read my pags and threw together in what seemed like a few minutes something that looks substantially like what Kristin posted on her blog.  So there you are–I suck at queries.  Yay for me!

Out of the whole query process though, I did get three good words.  As I was struggling to be clever in a very small amount of space, I kept trying to work in phrases.  You can see the “science or seance” thing earlier on, which eventually got ditched because it just didn’t work (and besides, the word “seance” had not entered the English language at the time when my book is set, so it is anachronistic).  As I was struggling the fifth time around, the phrase I kept trying to work in was “seduction by induction”–another one of those jokes that I think is funny and everyone else says, “WTF?”  At some point, I realized that this shortened very nicely into “Proof by Seduction.”  That is the title I used to pitch, and the title of the book when it went on submission.  It might even be the title of the book when it goes on the shelves–we shall see!

This is the story of how that happened.

After literally months of struggling with a query letter while I polished my manuscript, I was ready to give up. Then Sherry Thomas announced on her blog that she was going to give away a query critique. I saw that, said, “I need that!” and entered.

Lo and behold, my name was drawn from a hat (a hat of random number generation, actually), and Sherry asked me to send her my query. I did. She was very polite—“Gee,” she said. “I can hear your voice here. Now, um, maybe we should work on mentioning the conflict. Because what you have mentioned doesn’t seem to be quite enough.”

She asked me a series of questions. I shot back rambling nonsensical answers. She very kindly pointed out that my answers didn’t add up to a hill of beans, and asked some follow-up questions. I rambled more. She asked more follow-up questions. Her follow up questions continued to be polite and kind, but started to get a certain edge to them. An edge like, “Wait, when did he see her naked?” and “Why didn’t you mention that his heir knew her for years?”

Finally, she gave up on getting me to describe my book and told me to send her the opening scenes. I did.
“I really like this,” she said.

Did I mention that she was being extremely patient with me? I took this Not Seriously at all.

“No,” she said, “I really like this. Are you planning to query my agent? I’ll tell her to keep an eye out for your pages.”

Planning to query Sherry’s agent? I was planning to pitch Kristin at Chicago North‘s Spring Fling conference. And oh, I desperately lusted after Sherry’s agent. The instant I had found out she was going to be at that conference, I had signed up for it—even though I lived 1000 miles away at the time. (Admittedly, my fiancé lives in Chicago—but he was just an added benefit.)

Fast forward a few days. It was Saturday. I had gotten two hours of sleep the night before, as my flight had been delayed six hours and then cancelled. I’d practiced my pitch a little bit, but I wasn’t particularly excited. I walked into my pitch appointment, full of neither vim nor vigor. Kristin looked at my name, said, “Oh, my client Sherry told me about you. Don’t worry—I’m going to request the full.”

What went through my mind was something like this: No! You can’t do that! I’m not done with revisions! My pitch went out of my head. So did all coherent thought. I peered at her and tried to figure out if my top choice for an agent really had just said that I didn’t have to pitch her. She told me how to submit the full, handed me her card, asked some questions about my job. Small talk. I didn’t really do very well at it. Then I left.

Five minutes after doing so, I realized I hadn’t told her one thing about my book. Not one word! Not that it mattered; I wasn’t done with everything I needed to do. There followed five mostly sleepless nights, after which I sent the full to Kristin and collapsed, assuming I’d hear from her much later. I didn’t query anyone else at first, because I figured Kristin had the full. When she rejected me, she might give me helpful feedback. After about a week, I decided I was being silly and I couldn’t wait the month or two it would take to get a response, so I bit the bullet and sent out a few queries.

The next day, my phone rang. The conversation went something like this:

Woman with pleasant and chipper voice: Hi. Is this Courtney?
Me: Yes…?
Woman: Well, this is Kristin Nelson, and I’m calling to say I love your book and want to represent you.
Me: <Dead silence.>
Kristin: Is this not a good time to talk?
Me: You read it already? Shouldn’t it take you months for that?
Kristin: Oh, was I supposed to take longer? I can call back tomorrow.
Me (suspiciously): Are you sure you’re really you?
Kristin: . . .
Me: Because if you’re not, it’s okay.
Kristin: Right. We’ll talk tomorrow. In the meantime, I’ll send you my agency agreement.
Me: Right. Yeah. Okay. This never happened. La la la.
Kristin: Talk to you then.
Me: Sure, fantasy Kristin. Whatever you say. Let’s meet on the moon.

Eventually I figured out she was really Kristin and really offering to represent me. Naturally, I jumped at the chance. She sent over some suggestions for how to improve my book—smart, insightful suggestions that really took the book up a level. And then she sent out my book to editors.

Days after we’d gone on submission–before I’d even really run through all the possible rejections that I could possibly get–I got another phone call.

Kristin: So, I have offers on PROOF BY SEDUCTION.
Me: What do you mean, offers?
Kristin: Editors want to buy it.
Me: Editors? But that is a plural.
Kristin: Yes.
Me: Hm. How odd. What does all this signify?
Kristin: It means you are going to be published. But first, there will be an auction.
Me: . . . . Does not compute.

By this time, Kristin was inured to my inability to process good news. So she told me not to share my strange fantasy that editors wanted to buy my book until after the auction, and instead dragged me with her to parties at conference and introduced me to a staggering number of people who shook my hand and talked to me in a way that seemed to indicate that they had read my book. And yet they were not mocking me or throwing things!

By the time the auction started, I thought I had my disbelief well in hand. People wanted to buy my book—this was a Good Thing. And I was going to be a Good and Rational Author. Really. Truly. I would take everything in stride. I would ignore the nightmares in which the high bid for my book was $3.29. I would put everything in nice little columns, and balance the pros and cons. And I would keep my fingers crossed, just a little bit.

But when Kristin told me the terms HQN offered, I don’t even remember what I said. I think I offered the extremely noncommittal, “Okay. Sounds good.”

I hung up and stared at the wall.

And then, for the first time in this entire chain of improbable events–one that I never could make myself believe, at any stage of the process–I sat down and wept. Because you know what? It was real.

* * *

So there. I don’t advise shooting for that particular path for anyone. If you want to know how to sell a book, though, I will try to give you my best advice now.

Ready for it?

Surround yourself with awesome people.

No, really. That’s it. Because I would never have gotten to this point without the many, many others around me who offered help, criticism, support, and praise.

First and foremost, Tessa Dare and Amy Baldwin. I can’t describe what these two women have done for me. They read every scene I wrote, sometimes more times than you can imagine. They gave me snark and feedback and support. They pushed me when I needed to be pushed, hugged me when I needed a hug, and put up with me when I did not deserve it. They inspired me with their own writing and kicked my butt when I needed it (which is about 80% of the time). I love you guys!

I am also lucky to be part of an extended critique network. I’ve gotten comments and reads on my writing over the last two years from innumerable people, who have all pushed me and helped me understand what I can do to improve: Lacey Kaye, Amy Atwell, Erica Ridley, Darcy Burke, Jackie Barbosa, Lindsey Faber, Elyssa Papa, Maggie Robinson, Manda Collins, Lenora Bell, Terri Osborn, Sara Lindsey, Diana Chung, and Janga. I have tried to make this list comprehensive, but I fear I may have left someone off. If so, I apologize profusely–it’s not because I don’t appreciate you, but because I am extremely forgetful.

I’ve also gotten great feedback and comments from contest judges, who I can’t name because I don’t know them all. Thanks to all of you for letting me see my book with a fresh set of eyes.

I mention Anna Campbell separately. Last year, I won a critique from her on Brenda Novak’s Diabetes Auction. The advice she gave me was spot-on–a lot of support and praise, but a frank assessment of what I was doing wrong. “You need to fix your pacing and your scene setting and the emotion on the page,” she admonished me (although not in those words). “And these are all part of one related problem. Once you figure that out, you will sell.” It took me months and months to figure out what she meant, but when I did, I knew what she meant. And look, Anna–you were right!

Thanks to the entire FanLit community, too numerous to even dare to mention, for support and help and for voting for my chapters. Special kisses to Ervin A, for late-night fabric-of-the-universe-bending fun. Thanks especially to the Chocolate Mafia–we rocked!–and VaNo and the Vauxhall Vixens, for ongoing support and love. You guys are the best! The 2008 Golden Heart Finalists, collectively known as the Pixies, pushed me to query, and offered support and pixie dust at all levels of this journey.

Thanks to the FanLit authors, who read my finaling chapters and gave me such wonderful encouragement. I don’t think I would have had the courage to write with the goal of publication without your comments. Julia Quinn, Eloisa James, Victoria Alexander, Teresa Medeiros, and Cathy Maxwell, I adore you all. If you weren’t all already autobuys because of the quality of your work, you made a fan for life with your sweet comments on the first fiction writing I had done in years.

Obviously, I have to thank Sherry Thomas. She’s tried to disclaim responsibility in subsequent e-mail conversation, but this story starts firmly with the moment of surprise when I saw my name listed on her blog as the winner of the query critique. She came up with a damned awesome query–and it’s also her fault that I never had to rely on that query in order to sell. Beyond that, she was already pimping my book at Nationals. Her encouragement means a lot to me, because she writes absolutely incredible novels herself–she is so obviously the Next Big Thing in historicals. If you have not yet purchased a copy of Delicious, whatever are you waiting for?

Finally, my agent, Kristin Nelson. If you read her blog, you’ll know that she’s smart, competent, efficient, and relentlessly nice. You’ll also know that she knows how to sell books. But what you can’t tell from her Publisher’s Marketplace listing is what an incredible agent she is–an all-round star. Yes, she sold my book. But she also really worked to make sure that the house was a good fit for me. She brought me around to meet what felt like hundreds of editors at Nationals, so that I would know who I clicked with. She was really absolutely phenomenal behind the scenes, and showed that she is interested in my long-term career, not in just inking the deal. She is the epitome of a perfect agent.

I have hated trying to come up with this list because I just know I will leave someone off. So if you are not on this list, rest assured it is because I’m forgetful. Nudge me, and I’ll put you on.

The great thing about being part of this community is that I know that of the unpublished friends I have, others will soon come on board. I can’t wait to celebrate when they do!