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Unread 28th Nov 2015, 03:05 PM   #1
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Hi,

I am offering three different plotting services.
Pre-made plots
Custom-made plots
Plot doctoring

Each service will consist of a synopsis, blurb outline, chapter breakdown (only a few sentences) and the character list.

Examples of my work, can be found under the following pen names:
Bad Boy Billionaire’s(Examples of my work can be found under the pen name, Gracia Ford)
Stepbrother Romances (Examples of my work can be found under the pen name, Foxy Tale)
PNR specifically bears and vampires (Examples of my work can be found under the pen name, JS Wilder)
Dark Romance (Examples of my work can be found under the pen name, Gracia Ford)
E-Rom (Examples of my work can be found under the pen name, Gracia Ford)
PI (Examples of my work can be found under the pen name, Foxy Tale)


Pricing:
Pre-made plots are $50 each
Custom-made plots are $75 each
Plot-doctoring are $20 each
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I am a native English speaker, but I live in sunny Spain. I have been an indie author for two years and have published romance, contemporary fiction, PNR, PI and romantic comedy. I spend too much time on DD, so if you are interested then PM or reply below and I will get back to you as soon as possible.

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Do you offer a ghost writing service too?
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Hi, I do offer ghostwriting services too.
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what are your rates for ghostwriting?

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Hi, Romance/Erotica - 0.02 per word, but if you state that you want 25k and I go over, I will only charge you for 25k.
Romantic Suspense/PNR - 0.035 per word.
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very interesting, can you PM me a sample, (also are you limited to just the romance genre ?)

What about Mystery, Fiction Science, ect.

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Hi, I am limited to romance only. I can write plots for different genres, but as for ghostwriting it is limited to the romance genre only. This means romantic suspense/comedy and e-rom.
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Hi, I am unable to PM a sample. Below is a sample of my work:

The cold air brushed across my face as I ran into the student bar. The chill was to be expected, considering it was November in Stanford. I needed a drink, something strong to keep me focused on studying. It was nearly the end of the semester, just a few more weeks to go—yet I kept repeating the same pages over and over again. I had tried to study them. Tried to memorize them, but none of them made sense. I had sat through the lectures attentively, because economics was one of my worst subjects. I only took it to broaden my horizon like mom had suggested. I knew that I wanted to work in something related to finance or business management.
I wanted a degree so I could get a job in a bank or stock exchange. That was where my passion lay. I just thought that maybe economics was different to what we studied in high school.
I was right. It ended up being a lot tougher. So much so, that it was the subject that I spent most of my time studying and I still didn’t understand half of it. Professor Helms didn’t make it easy either. He seemed to have a knack of just telling us what to do, rather than explaining what needed to be done.
My economics group said that I was being too harsh on Professor Helms and recited all his awards in the field as a way of excusing his crap teaching. They tried to explain loan commitments and interest rates to me, but it went in one ear and out of the other.
Maybe I should have quit.
Just given up.
Economics wasn’t my thing.
Who was I kidding?
That was what my head was telling me to do. But that stubbornness which supposedly I got from my mom’s side of the family didn't seem to go away. I just kept at it. Searching on the Net. Reading more books. Trying to get to the bottom of it all and just get it in my head.
There was just one problem. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn’t understand a word of it, and it ended up frustrating the hell out of me.
I had been studying for over an hour tonight. Normally, I would study for two hours, testing myself to make sure I understood everything that I had written on my flash cards while reciting them to myself. And then I would take a break.
It was a method that Mia, my roommate, had taught me a couple of weeks ago when I expressed my problems with economics, and it usually worked like magic. I wished I’d known about it back in high school; I would have studied a lot less and ended up with the same grades.
This time, I couldn’t do it, and it felt like the worst feeling in the world. Mainly, because I always understood everything. Damn, it was so damn frustrating. I had been to the bathroom about five times this evening, and I just kept feeling the need to urinate. I was at Stanford, one of the best colleges in America. I had a high 4.0 GPA back in high school, yet in my first year of college, my first challenge had completely thrown me, and I was starting to hate being here after only a three months. I’d decided to go out; leaving my room felt like the best solution. I didn’t understand why I needed to go to the bar. I usually tried to avoid it, because I worked there part time. There was nothing sadder than hanging out at the place you worked when you weren’t working.
Also, I thought that Chase, my boyfriend would be there. We were taking the night off from each other so I could study. I was determined to at least understand economics before the Christmas break.
Normally, he would hang out there with his friends. They loved to socialize. We had been getting closer and closer since the night we confessed how we felt for each other, but we had to slow it down. I came here to get a degree, not to hook up with my stepbrother.
We had spent the weekend together and vowed to spend the week studying. Any other night that would have been easy. But it wasn’t any ordinary night. No, it wasn’t ordinary at all.
It was my dad’s birthday.
That was the real thing that was bugging me. I didn’t want to think about it. I chose to study economics. I thought that if anything could distract me, studying the one subject that seemed to take up every cell in my brain and come out with a big fat zero would do it.
Yet, it hadn't this time.
Every year.
Every ******* year on this day, the day it had happened, my thoughts reverted to him.
Mom had picked his birthday of all days to leave. I was only sixteen at the time, yet I remembered it as if it was yesterday. Especially today. Especially on his birthday. I managed to get through the day by going to classes and hanging with a few friends until eight tonight. That was when I had to go back to my room to study.
Memories of that night flashed through my mind. I shook them off and tried to study. It didn’t work, and something drew me to the bar. I could have gone to Starbucks or even gone to my best friend, Sara’s, room. But, I didn’t.
As I opened the door and saw dad standing there, I wondered if he was a ghost or a figment of my imagination. He should be in dead. Not here in the flesh. Breathing. Smiling. What was he doing here?
Why today of all days?
Was he looking for me?
He couldn’t be. He would look for Mom first, surely.
Did that night never happen?
I had too many questions running through my mind. But the thing that turned my feet around and had me heading back out of the bar was fear. He still scared me. I had a new name and my hair was different, but he might still recognize me. I couldn’t take the chance. I had to leave. Not only the bar, but the campus. I had to get out of there and pretend that the last few weeks of being with Chase were a fantasy, something that I wished could be real between us.
When we’d lived in Dallas, Chase and I had pretended that we didn’t have feelings for each other. We confessed our love after we went to college. I couldn’t explain to him why I had to leave. He would never understand. He would know my real name, and that would not only put me in jeopardy, but Mom too.
Mom!
Should I call her? I didn’t know what to do as I ran to my room. As soon as I got there, I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I took what I needed—a few clothes and cards—like I did when I was sixteen. I made it look as if I’d never lived there.
No one knew who I really was, and our family thought that we were dead. Mom had planned it all. I wondered how successful she had been, because Dad was standing in my student bar. All I knew was I had to run.
I grabbed my cards and went to the ATM on campus. I took out as much cash as I could out of them. I broke them with my bear hands and threw them in the trash.
I was no stranger to being on the run.
I dropped my phone on the floor and smashed it.
I was no stranger to changing my identity.
I had done it once before.
The only problem was I had never done it alone.
God, I wish my mom was here. She would know what to do.
I felt a chill run down my spine, knowing that I was doing it alone.
Knowing from this moment onwards, I was on my own.
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