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It still didn't ring truthfull, so she made the cowboy black. Her character was a little too gentle for her now, so she made him more dominant. She typed out, "Missy was pursing her lips, expecting a kiss, when the black cowboy put his hands on her shoulders, pushing down. Confused, she fell to her knees before him staring at his trousers. Something moved under them, something long and thick." Her publisher loved the re-write. However, he suggested she tone it down early in the book and not mention the hero was black. "Hook your readers with the plot before heating up the action. Your readership is mostly young, married housewives, and you need to draw them in before shocking them." "You're right of course," she said checking out the bulge under his pants as he stood up. He came around before her and leaned against his desk. "You should also research your stories as much as you can." "I am sir," she said smiling as she unbuttoned his pants. The End