Well, folks, didn’t final with Fly Like An Eagle my 1824 steampunk romance between a Native American raised between two worlds and a “proper” Philadelphian young woman who has the honor of deciding to choose between the world of science and the world of spirit.
However, the judges were exceptionally thorough in their shared strategies on how to make my tale more lively. Thank you to them.
For all those who think contests are a thing of the past in romance, maybe think again. Depth and honesty don’t come easy in the critiquing business.