VHP Hot Summer Contest 2013

Vanilla Heart Publishing is looking for a few more great authors, and we’re sponsoring a contest to find them.

We’re looking for novels in each of the following genres: mystery, suspense, and historical. Full manuscripts will be requested from the authors of the top three contest submissions in each genre. The winning manuscript in each genre as decided by our panel of three judges will be awarded a standard VHP contract.


CONTEST RULES

Contest opens to submissions 12:01 a.m. on June 1, 2013, and will remain open until 12:00 p.m. September 15, 2013. Submissions received before or after these dates will not be considered.

Contest is open to both published and unpublished writers, however, the manuscript submitted must not have been previously published in any format, including self-publishing venues and blogs.

Novels must be complete, and be between 45,000–95,000 words. Submissions short or longer than this will not be considered.

Submission must include only the first three chapters and the final chapter of your manuscript.

Submissions must be in 12-point Times New Roman or Courier Font only .


Submission must also include cover sheet with the following and only the following information: 

  • Your name
  • Your pen name, if you have one
  • Genre of your submission/manuscript: mystery, suspense, or historical only. Other genres will not be considered.
  • Working title of your manuscript
  • Total word count of your full manuscript
  • Total word count of your submission
  • Your e-mail address
  • Where we can find you on the Web (Website, blog, Facebook, Twitter, etc.) with URLs or other direct links.

Submissions will be accepted via email only. Email submissions to:

We will select three full manuscripts from each genre by October 25, 2013. If your submission is not selected, you will be notified by this date.

Do not submit full manuscript unless requested to do so. Submitting full manuscript if not requested will automatically disqualify entry from contest.


Winning authors and book titles will be announced on the Vanilla Heart Publishing Website on November 25, 2013, after winning authors are notified and under contract, with publications dates and author pages on the VHP Website are completed.

We reserve the right not to declare a winner in one or more genres if none of the submitted manuscripts meet our publishing standards.

The decision of the judges is final. Do not email us questioning why your submission was not selected; such emails will not be answered.

A Chat and A Contest,


“Matt, why are you angry? Sudah shook her head gently. “She was just making conversation.”

“She didn’t even give you the courtesy of asking you the question.”

She shrugged. “They see the color of my skin and my scarf. I’m different. They do not mean any harm.”

“You’re my wife Sudah and I want people to respect that.”

“Maybe they worry I don’t speak English?”

“If they bothered to speak to you they would find out that you do.” His wife always made excuses for people; she never wanted to see bad in any of them. But even her positivity wasn’t enough to dispel his foul mood.

Matt was feeling edgy all day. He was very aware of the hostile looks they received earlier in the day while touring some nearby towns. One old man even called Sudah an Aaa-Rab and made fun of her head covering. Matt almost lost his temper with the old man, but Sudah’s light touch on his arm calmed him. When she politely told the man she was Pakistani, the old guy guffawed and said “same thing.” Later, Sudah explained to Matt that she didn’t think it was worthwhile to argue. “We will not change a man’s mind unless he wants to hear something new.”

Earlier in the day he drove to the college campus with them so that Sudah could see the route she would have to take. He also wanted to see the area she’d be spending so much time in for himself and make sure that it was safe for her. That’s when he first got an uneasy feeling that they were being watched, but he didn’t see anyone specific. Matt convinced himself that it was just more of those hostile looks keeping him on edge. There was a small mosque in the student center and Sudah told him that she would pray there. Matt hoped she wouldn’t be harassed because of her faith. The campus advertised that childcare was available but neither of them were impressed with the facilities. That was when they started exploring and finally wound up in the diner on their way back home.

Sudah fed Aden creamed corn from a small jar while they waited for their orders. The waitress put heaping platters of food in front of each of them. She made sure to thank the waitress.

Matt bit into an overstuffed club sandwich with turkey and ham Sudah chewed slowly on her grilled cheese sandwich while she helped Aden hold his bottle.

“I am happy the drive to school will not be long.” She took time to chew the bite of sandwich she just put in her mouth.

He nodded. “It’s a pretty direct route. That’s good.”

“Matt, thank you for bringing us here.”

He took a gulp of lemonade. “Oh baby, I hope you’re happy.”

“Yes, I am happy.” She smiled at him. “You give us a nice home. You are taking care of your family.”

The three left the diner with their stomachs full and his foul mood dispelled a bit by his wife’s optimism. Matt stayed off of the highway as they headed back towards their home in order to see a little more of the area. Driving along a street of one and two million dollar homes, Matt tried to imagine coming home to Sudah and their son in one of those luxurious estates.

“One of these days…”

“One of these days what, Matt?” Sudah asked about his barely audible statement. Her own voice was low because of the sleeping infant in the rear seat.

He chuckled. “One of these days I would love to afford one of these homes for you and Aden.”

She looked out of her passenger side window. “These homes, they are so big.”

“Yeah. They’re beautiful.”

“But Matt, compared to the house I grew up in, our home is a,” she paused to come up with the right word, “a… a big house.”

“Like a mansion?” He was amused by his wife’s naivety about the language and expressions.

“Yes, a mansion. It is a mansion to me.”

He pulled the car to the side of the road and put it in park. A wisp of hair had escaped the scarf she wound around her head. Reaching towards her, Matt tenderly brushed it behind her ear. “Baby, I want to give you so much. I want to do so much for you and Aden.” He wanted to be the perfect husband and father, everything his own father wasn’t.

She smiled demurely. “You have given me everything. You are everything that I need.” Looking around quickly to make sure they were not being observed, Sudah leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his lips. “You have made me very happy. I never thought that I would find a man like you for me. I am so lucky.”

When Sudah looked at him like that, she made him feel successful. “I’m the lucky one.” He gently pulled her forward to kiss her again. “Would you mind if we went home?” He knew she wasn’t comfortable with public displays and it was a lot more than simple kissing that he wanted to do with her at that moment.

“I think that might be a very good idea.”

~~~

Okay – here are the contest details…

Fabulous Vanilla Heart Publishing authors are on Coffee Time Romance’s yahoo group today. Stop by, say hello, and ask a question! http://t.co/JTlVmvK

My latest release, HYPHEMA, is a murder mystery set in North Carolina, one of my main characters is a Muslim Pakistani immigrant and the book deals with a lot of post-9/11 sentiment.

Ten years ago the world changed, nearly three-thousand people lost their lives and the lives of millions more were irrevocably changed. Recent news has been filled with families of the victims telling us how they have tried to do “positive things”, honor their loved ones, keep the memories alive, and work towards a brighter future.

So here is the contest opportunity – Tell me what POSITIVE thing you plan to do this September 11 to honor the memories of those that perished and work to make this world better. You have all day to post on the Coffee Time Romance Yahoo group , entries will be accepted until 10pm EST (please include your email address).

I’ll post some of these planned POSITIVE acts here on my author blog to appear on 9/11/2011 AND I will choose one random entry for a free ebook of HYPHEMA (http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/54453)

Contest Winners

On Monday, July 27 I began a contest for everyone who belonged to my ChelleWrites group – well I got several new members – Thank you!

I pulled names today (using a random number generator so it WAS totally random) and emails are going out to the winners. Actually I was so pleased with the number of new members that I decided to pull TWO additional names!

The grand prize winner of a signed copy of Hostage Heart is Barbara V (just have to get her current mailing address) – 4 others will receive a .pdf copy via email of either Final Sin or Hostage Heart (the copy will be attached to the email addy I have on file)

Thank you everyone!

Please join ChelleWrites, an announcement-only list of people who would like to receive e-newsletters from me. YOU decide the frequency which you receive emails
– individual posts, daily digest, special notices or NO email/web only.
Members can access files about my books, event photos and more.

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Contest from VHP – win up to 25 books

BUILD YOUR BOOKSHELF
SUMMER BLOWOUT CONTEST!

Easy Entries! Drawing Held Labor Day!

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We’ve put together a humongous box full of our Author’s Fabulous Titles! Win a Bookshelf full of terrific reading, brought to you by the amazing authors of Vanilla Heart Publishing! Yep, 25 Fabulous Novels and a surprise for the winner! See Below for details on how to get entries into the drawing to be held on Labor Day!
Contest open to residents of the US and Canada and must be over 18 to enter
GRAND PRIZE: 25 print edition novels (shown above – randomly drawn)
SECOND PRIZE: 5 Ebook Downloads of winner’s choice
THIRD PRIZE: 3 Discount Coupons for 50% Ebook Downloads

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  • Post about our Build Your Bookshelf Contest on your blog with a link back to this post, then email us the location ONE entry for each
  • Purchase and/or read one of our great fiction titles, and email VHP the seventh line on page 27, the title, and the author’s name. ONE entry for each…
  • To get THREE entries all in one fell swoop, post a review on either Amazon or Barnes and Noble and send in the title and location of the review
  • Choose one (or more) of your favorite VHP books and post the Amazon link for a minimum of one week. We’ll give you ONE entry for each book after you send us the link to the place you posted the link, and an extra entry if you posted something about the title or author. (If you have your own Amazon A-store, put the book in your store and get the commission from Amazon, too!)
  • Post three or more cover pictures of our terrific VHP titles with Amazon links or Barnes and Noble links and receive FIVE entries when you email us the location for verification.
  • Host one of our awesome VHP authors on your blog (they’ve all got great blog visitor tidbits) and receive SEVEN entries!

ENTRY EMAIL: BYB2009@VanillaHeartBooksAndAuthors.com

Another chance to win a FREE E-Book

Yes, you read it right – you have a chance to
WIN a FREE E-Book!

Simply match the couples correctly (hint: there are five books, 5 couples) Leave your answers in the comments below (for example 1:A, 2:D, 3B and so forth – and NO, those are NOT the answers, LOL)

On Friday I will pick one name from all of the CORRECT entries (or a tie with the most correct responses) for a chance to win a FREE .pdf format E-Book of your choosing from my 5 novels. (If you can’t comment below, send me an email at ChelleCordero@gmail.com with Couples Contest in the subject line)

~~~~~~~~ Women ~~~~~~~ Men
~~~~~ 1: Julie Jennings ~~~~~ A: Adam Sherman
~~~~~ 2: Paige Andrews ~~~~~ B: Tom Hughes
~~~~~ 3: Caitlyn Smythe ~~~~~ C: Lon Bartlett
~~~~~ 4: Alli Davis ~~~~~ D: Jake Carlson
~~~~~ 5: Davie Prescott ~~~~~ E: Brandon Price

BTW, you might find the answers you need in the FREE Chelle Cordero First Chapter ChapBook (you can download that now for FREE http://tr.im/hv3I)

And if you really MUST have a PRINT book in your hands, you can buy that now from the Bylines Amazon Outlet

And here is another GREAT opportunity to get a FREE E-Book
from Vanilla Heart Publishing

Every week in July, VHP is hiding codes for FREE Ebooks from VHP authors…Each week, different books are featured, their FREE download codes sprinkled throughout the website

The codes look like this DM95T. When you find a code, click on it and you’ll be taken directly to the download page…ENJOY

10 Excerpts, 5 Books & A Chance to WIN a FREE E-Book!

Yes, you read it right – you have a chance to WIN a FREE E-Book!

Simply match the following excerpts with the correct book (hint: there are 2 excerpts per book) Leave your answers in the comments below (for example 1:A, 2:D, 3B and so forth – and NO, those are NOT the answers, LOL)

On Friday I will pick one name from all of the CORRECT entries (or a tie with the most correct responses) for a chance to win a FREE .pdf format E-Book of your choosing from my 5 novels. (If you can’t comment below, send me an email at ChelleCordero@gmail.com with 10/5 Contest in the subject line)

The excerpts are direct from my books, I just substituted ***** for character names. BTW, you might even find some of these excerpts in the FREE Chelle Cordero First Chapter ChapBook (you can download that now for FREE http://tr.im/hv3I).

Here are the names of the books:

A: Bartlett’s Rule
B: Forgotten
C: Within the Law
D: Courage of the Heart
E: Final Sin

Here are the excerpts:

1. ***** helped her while she fumbled into a night shirt and crawled under the blankets. Then he went to his side of the bed and stripped, leaving his clothing on the floor. He got under the covers and pulled her body up against his, he kissed her on the top of her head and whispered “G’night.” Before he reached to turn out his night table lamp, he stopped to watch her sleeping in their bed…another memory for him to store.

2. There was no way he was a hero, he thought. He laughed and shook his head. But he didn’t argue. So long as he could wrap himself in the blanket, he was willing to cooperate. She helped him to his feet. He wound up taking a ride in the back on one of the other police cruisers, the trooper behind the wheel was nice enough to turn the heat on high. He borrowed the Nextel on his ride in and called ***** to ask her to bring him dry clothes and pick him up at the hospital. He assured her he was fine.

3. ***** injected epinephrine and sodium bicarb twice in an effort to restart her heart, but they couldn’t get her back. She had lost too much blood and had suffered too many traumas. It was almost as if she was surrendering to the peaceful cloak of death. It was a frustrating twenty-five minutes while the crew worked hard to save the young woman’s life.

4. She watched incredulously as he pulled a pair of jeans on. “I’m sorry…I…” Suddenly ***** felt angry. “If you thought that I thought it was going to be some kind of commitment, you don’t need to worry. I got carried away…don’t worry, it won’t happen again.” She stood taking the bed sheet with her to cover herself. “If you don’t mind giving me some privacy, I’ll get dressed.”

5. He silently counted to ten before answering. “You will stay out of my personal life. And don’t threaten me about my son.” He felt the bile rising in his throat. “And don’t you dare ever tell my boy that I didn’t want him. Consider yourself damn lucky that I didn’t tell him the truth about how you slept around with everyone and then lied about the paternity.”

6. “Come on, I know this evening was all a show to keep me happy so your company can buy the magazine.” ***** knew that this purchase would benefit the new publisher even more than it would him so long as he remained on board. “It would make me very happy to know a little bit more about the woman *****.”

7. He called and left a message on his office voice mail. A woman’s voice greeted him in a recorded message. Somehow he recognized that it was *****’s voice. He remembered her voice, but how could that be when he couldn’t remember anything else? ***** scribbled the hotel and room number for him on a paper napkin so he could leave it in the message. He finished his message and kept the phone to his ear through the rest of the recorded options. Wondering if his message sounded urgent enough, he thought about re-recording his message and then decided to let it stay as it was. He hung up the phone.

8. “That’s going to be it for me, I’ve got an early morning.” He removed his hand from her wrist and watched as she pulled her slender hand away, noting the bright red of her nails. He remembered seeing red nails like that before. It was the same red as the cherry that topped the ice cream sundae you took your girl out for on a hot summer night. It was the same red as the Ruby stone that sat in a high school ring.

9. “You know hon, some relationships make it and some don’t. Every relationship has baggage of some kind. People grow, sometimes they grow apart.” She leaned on her desk and smiled kindly for her friend. “But I’m the kind of romantic that believes most love affairs do work out. And I really do see love in his eyes when he looks at you. That’s certainly something none of us would have expected from the old *****. You really have brought out the best in him.”

10. They sent ***** back to New York ahead of him. She hadn’t even said good-bye. After a short interview with a government agent, she was provided with a ticket home and a ride to the Las Vegas airport. ***** never got the opportunity to speak with her after their rescue. As far as he knew, she never asked to see him. She was already on her way back to New York when he found out that she was gone.

About my four covers…

We have a winner!


First, I want to thank everyone who made comments on my blog and told me what they thought of my book covers –

Thanks to:
So, WHICH was the Favorite Book Cover?????
It was a tight race…
Courage of the Heart barely edged out Forgotten
and WHO won???? Congratulations belong to kgcummings
if you would like to read the comments
please go to the original post

A Chance to Win TWO books!

Hi, I just posted this comment at Lost in a Good Book where Bartlett’s Rule has been chosen as a book club discussion in January:
Hi everyone, I am so pleased and excited that Lost in a Good Book is going to be discussing Bartlett’s Rule in January – this book, although fiction, deals with a very important contemporary issue and has been the topic of some very lively discussions in local book groups.

For a special treat and thank you for participating, anyone who posts a (hopefully good) review of Bartlett’s Rule (on Amazon, B&N, GoodReads, their own blog, etc) and sends me the URL (by Jan 20) to ChelleCordero@gmail.com will get a chance to win an autographed copy of Bartlett’s Rule.

In the meanwhile, you can also go to Which is YOUR favorite book cover? – Win a Book! and leave a comment to get a chance to win an autographed copy of my newest book Courage of the Heart.

Thank you for participating in this online discussion group and thank you to Lost in a Good Book for hosting this.
http://tinyurl.com/57sh4q
Purchase Bartlett’s Rule and Courage of the Heart (coming in February) from Vanilla Heart Publishers or Amazon.com

A teaser from Courage of the Heart (soon!!!!!)

Sometime during the evening, Adam woke to feel a cool rag on his forehead.

“Sssh… You were moaning from the fever.” Davie drew the rag across his shoulders and down his chest. “How are you feeling?”

“Sick.” He groaned. “What time is it?”

“Two o’clock. At least you managed to get some rest.” She dampened the rag in a small bowl she had next to the bed and held it behind his neck.

“Thank you for staying.” He caught her hand as she ran the rag down an arm. “Don’t leave…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here.”

Davie had fallen asleep while watching television in the living room after she had seen that he was resting. His thrashing sounds woke her and at first he seemed to fight against her touch when she felt his forehead. She had to admit that he had even scared her a little, his initial reaction to her presence had been violent and unexpected. It had only been after she tried to cool his forehead that his sleepy anger turned to moaning.

“I’ll bring you some aspirin.” She went to get the medicine from the bathroom.

After he swallowed the aspirin and another dose of cold medication, Adam lightly touched her hand again. “Davie…would you stay with me…please?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving.”

“I mean here, next to me.” He gently patted the bed.

She hesitated a moment. “Okay.” After clearing away the bowl with cool water and returning the aspirin to the cabinet, Davie settled next to him. She sat with her back against the headboard and her legs stretched out on top of the bed covers.

Adam put his head in her lap, murmured a thank you and dozed off again. She ran her fingers through his hair thinking of the independent air he usually had and how vulnerable he seemed now when he wasn’t feeling well. He put an arm around her as if to make sure she didn’t go anywhere. Davie could feel the heat from his fever and worried because, even though she hadn’t taken it with a thermometer, she knew his fever was much higher than an adult’s should be.

Although she hadn’t meant to spend the night, she was glad to be there for him. In the morning she’d go home to pack her overnight bag for the short trip home. If Adam still were so feverish, she’d convince him to call his doctor first and maybe get some antibiotics. She had to get home to her dad.

Sometime just before daylight, Davie dozed off while Adam held on to her. She woke suddenly, alarmed to find him lying on top of her, his hands working at the waistband of her jeans.

He was having that repeated nightmare again and he felt trapped. Escape was impossible, just as it had always been.

“Adam?” She tried to push him off. “Adam? Adam, wake up.”

Although his eyes were open, she could tell he wasn’t really awake. His skin felt even hotter than before. He managed to unsnap her jeans and was pulling at her clothes.

“Adam, stop!” She squirmed under him. He used his free arm to hold her down. “Adam, let me go…Adam! Adam!”

Davie tried to pull her knee up when Adam clasped one hand over her mouth and pushed the other one under her panties. Tears welled in her eyes.

She shook her head furiously and tried to uncover her mouth. He grabbed at her, hurting her at the same time. She bit his hand and he stopped fighting her suddenly. With one huge shove, Davie managed to push him off of her. She fell unceremoniously onto the floor.

Adam looked startled. He realized in seconds that he was in his own bedroom and he had been fighting with Davie, not the monsters in his memory. It had been a long time since he had dreamt with such violence.

Within moments, a look of horror grew on his face. “Oh my God, Davie…I’m sorry.” He stood remembering to take the bed sheet with him. He reached for her and she instinctively recoiled. “Davie, I would never hurt you…I would never want to hurt you.”

Davie scurried backwards, away from him, and finally stood. “Are…are you awake now?” She sounded terrified of him.

He looked at the open waistband of her jeans and then at her terrified eyes. “What did I do to you?” The room started spinning and he sat heavily on the bed. “What…Did I hurt you, Davie?” His dreams had transported him to another place, another time. He was someone else in his dreams. Adam had no idea how far that someone else had gone and that terrified him.

“Who are you?!” Her voice sounded calmer.

“I’m sorry Davie…”

“Tell me your name.” She tried to sound stern.

“Adam Sherman. Why?”

“What day of the week is this?”

He had to think about that. “Uh, Tuesday, I think.”

“What’s my name?” Davie pulled her jeans closed.

“Davie Prescott.” Adam tried to take a deep breath; it hurt. The fear in her eyes hurt.”I’m awake, Davie. God Davie, I’m so sorry. Please…are you okay?”

“Yes.” She relaxed her posture a little bit. “Are you okay now?”

He could see the unshed tears and hated himself. It angered him. It frightened him. Davie stepped closer to him and touched his forehead. He flinched.

“You’re burning up.”

She was so innocent and trusting. “Get out of here, Davie.”

“What?” She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

“I said get out of here. You’re not safe…” He realized he was too sick to be in control.

“Adam, you were delirious from your fever.”

“Get away from me. Leave.” He tried to stand, but his knees were too weak. “I don’t want you here.”

“Adam,” she tried to get closer, “I’m not scared of you. You’re sick with a fever.”

“Get out!” He raised his voice and found that his throat hurt from the effort. “I didn’t ask you to be here.”

“But…”

“Leave…me…alone!” His chest heaved and he suffered a spasm of coughs.

“Adam?” A tear embarrassed her and rolled down her cheek.

“I almost raped you, Davie.” He couldn’t hurt her like that. “Get the hell out of here, now!”

“But you didn’t mea…”

“Leave, Davie. Please.” He had to get her away from him before he did her any more harm. “Davie, I don’t plan to help you lose your virginity, especially not like that. Get the hell out of here, now.” He had to make her leave, he was too scared not to. He forced his next words out. “Get out before I finish what I started.”

She stared at him in silence and tried to tell herself he didn’t mean what he said. But he was awake, he was aware of what he was threatening. Another tear escaped, she couldn’t argue anymore.

“Get out.” He sounded defeated.

She sounded choked up. “Get help. Call your doctor.” The tears ran down her cheeks.

Adam stared at her in stony silence.

Davie picked up her books and shoes on her way out.

Adam barely heard the door close before he stumbled to the bathroom to heave. He sat on the cold tile floor, naked, and felt the coolness against his skin. It wasn’t long before he realized that even the tile had picked up the heat from his body and began to feel warm. He had hurt her. Davie was the best thing that ever came into his life…and he hurt her. Then he had thrown her out and hurt her even more.

There was no way he could ever undo what he had done. He hated himself. Adam couldn’t excuse himself for attacking her. He called himself a monster among other things. An apology wasn’t enough, but he didn’t know what else to do. He was glad she had finally left, but he wanted her there to see that he really wasn’t so hateful. He tried to stand and had to lean against the wall as he worked his way back to his bedroom.

Adam had never felt so sick before He had to speak to Davie. He had to let her know he never wanted to hurt her. He struggled to get dressed and nearly gave up when he couldn’t button his shirt. After he found her and apologized again, he was going to see his doctor. He felt sick.

Adam struggled to get to his front door and the exertion made him breathless. He wondered if the pain he felt in his chest was even worth the effort to breathe. Adam pulled the door closed behind him and only made it a few steps away from his door when he felt himself falling forward. He remembered thinking how far away the floor was when darkness surrounded him.

Coming SOON from
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