Twenty-one years ago I got a call from a woman named Christine Zika. She told me she was the senior editor’s assistant at Avon Books and that she was contacting me to find out if my manuscript, Surrender My Heart, was still available.
Let me just back up a little here and say that I had already had a long literary journey by then. I’d been writing steadily for five years, had a drawer full of rejections and a psyche full of neuroses, so maybe it wasn’t all that surprising that I said, “Available for what?” Perhaps somewhere in my feverish mind I realized that a major publisher like Avon Books wouldn’t call just to shoot the breeze, but in that second between picking up the phone receiver and speaking to someone who actually knew the TITLE of my book, my brain had gone numb. For the life of me I couldn’t think of a single reason anyone would want to inquire about the availability of my manuscript. Newspaper, after all, makes a very satisfactory cage liner and it wasn’t the time of year that kindling was generally called into service so I was at a loss.
The good news is that my story was not required for either of those worthy occupations. Indeed, miracle of miracles, Avon Books actually wanted to publish my work.
Hence, Surrender My Heart, a fun loving story about a larcenous con artist and her even more devious brother hit the stands in 1993. Excepting the birth of my children, I have rarely, if ever, been more thrilled.
Looking back, a lot has changed since the early ’90s: My kids were little more than babies…now they’re HAVING babies. Books were strictly PRINT copies. Now it’s hard to FIND a brick and mortar store. Phones were stuck to walls or desks. These days it’s practically impossible to find a person who isn’t glued to some sort of electronic device. And Surrender My Heart, the first of over thirty Greiman novels, had a 89,000 copy print run and looked like this. Now it’s sporting a sassy new cover and is sold over the internet on a print on demand basis.