I rediscovered my writing style

Today I am home working on edits for my ghost hunter novel. This weekend the book took a turn for the better. Saturday I had an epiphany. My heroine was too serious for my hero. He’s serious and it fits his character, but she needed to loosen up with a some more humor. When they are together, the banter is just so fun because she brings out his more relaxed and flirtatious side. I’m racing to keep up with the changes and the tone is definitely better.

In doing the rewrites, I am wondering if I was trying to adapt my style to the other books in the Blaze line, thus making it harder for me to write. I shouldn’t try to adapt my style, and instead I should let my style come through. All in all, I am liking this more. The story was good, but now it is better.

Here’s a snippet of what I mean:

In riding with Daniel she’d made a serious tactical error. The entire situation reminded her of a bully on a playground calling her a chicken. In the attempt to prove herself, she made a mistake costing her hours alone with Daniel–long, grueling hours of smelling his damn fine aftershave which seemed to be enhanced by his body’s chemistry. No man had the right to smell so delicious.

Brooke bit her bottom lip and suppressed the urge to yell at him. Screaming wouldn’t solve anything. She’d fallen into his trap, her tormented I-need-to-come-now-now-now condition her own fault.

Infuriating man. Who would have guessed Daniel could be so…so…manipulative? He tricked her into the long drive from Tallahassee to Andersonville by issuing a challenge, and she accepted without really thinking out the consequences.

Okay, note to self: beware quiet, sexy analytical type paranormal investigators issuing challenges.

Okay, did you giggle once or twice while reading that?