Yeah, now I have no idea what to put in here. Oooh, I know, I'll stick in something from one of the stories I'm considering scrapping completely to do a full rewrite:

"I was wondering when you would notice me." The Duke leaned back against the sofa, and drank in the sight of the furiously blushing half-naked young mage.
"How long have you been there?" Jonas looked around frantically for something to wear.
"Your clothes are in the wardrobe," said the Duke, lazily gesturing towards a large wooden wardrobe, as if Jonas had asked the question aloud. "There's no rush," he grinned. "I was rather enjoying the show. But I liked watching you with the spirits more. That," he smiled softly, "was very beautiful to see."
Jonas looked down nervously, and the Duke stood up, swiftly closing the short distance between them.
"Come now," said the Duke, his voice low and seductive, "surely you will understand that the glow of magic would draw eyes like mine?" The Duke smiled, and Jonas realized that the older man had him in his arms, and that he was leaning against the broad, muscular chest. He wasn't sure exactly how he had gotten there, or what he was supposed to be doing, and he looked up nervously.
A thousand things went through his head. First, that he was the perfect height for the Duke to simply bend his head down and kiss him. Second, that he wasn't at all surprised when the Duke did exactly that. It was a gentle kiss at first, just a touch of lips. Testing the waters, as it were. Until Jonas reached up, and wrapped his arms around the Duke's neck and shoulders, bringing him closer, demanding more. His soul ached for it, the way a flower seeks water, or more appropriately, the way fire seeks something to burn. He'd never been kissed before, and the first touch - Jonas wanted more, he wanted everything the Duke was willing to give. It was like handling magic, only more intense, more real.
The Duke was surprised and pleased by the young mage's sudden willingness. He pressed the slender body to him, running his hands over the bare and enticing curves. He ran his tongue over the sweet lips, making Jonas gasp in surprise, and took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the younger man's mouth, tasting him, teasing him. He could feel Jonas shiver with barely suppressed passion in his arms, and pulled him closer, letting Jonas feel the length and hardness of his desire. "Stay with me," whispered the Duke hoarsely, unable to believe what he was saying.

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Why We Say Yes: One Editor’s List »

It has a great hook.

It teaches me something new.

It’s the first. Or the best. Or both.

The author has the self-promoter gene (in a good way).

The subject and/or the author are particularly web-friendly.

The subject lends itself to a great physical package.

It features a smart person writing on a fun subject.

It’s similar - but not too similar - to books we’ve done well with in recent memory.

It has crossover appeal.

It’s quirky/surprising/memorable.

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