It’s been a long haul. Two years ago I finished my third novel, Match Maker, the story of a gay tennis coach helping a straight teen make it big on the pro tennis tour. I managed to snag a reputable literary agent, and she spent a year and a half trying to sell it to different publishers, with no luck. In mid-March she and I had a falling out, and she dropped me like a stone.
I spent the month of April going over the manuscript again, giving in another polish, then sent it to two publishers. Today, Dreamspinner Press, a well-respected player in the gay publishing market, sent me a contract. They will publish Match Maker in September of this year.
Needless to say, I’m thrilled.