Smashwords Sale (Facebook sucks…)

Yes, it’s that time of year again! It’s time for a Smashwords Summer Sale.

Facebook found this ad extremely offensive and sexually explicit, so any kind of marketing has failed miserably. But, I know my lovely readers, fans, and followers will be happy to share either this post or the Facebook ad on my page.

Smashwords Sale!

Getting ready to hit the beach? Need something to read in the airport or by the pool? Are you a teacher looking for a book NOT aimed at children? Head over to Smashwords and take advantage of their summer sale. Load up your e-reader with fabulously sexy books, with up to 50% off!

Stranded – FREE
City Nights Titles – 99c
A Different Kind of Therapy – 25% off
Tirgearr Titles – 50% off

 

Take advantage of the sale and fill your ereader with some great books!

What The Reviewers Are Saying:

Stranded: 5-STARS “I would imagine that things could easily get pretty intense when you’re in a spot like theirs. As it turns out, intense and steamy would be a better choice of adjectives!”

One Night in Edinburgh: 5-STARS “This story had me wanting more and definitely had me wanting to visit Edinburgh.”

One Night in Inverness: 5-STARS “It’s a very real and believable story with realistic characters who for once are not perfect. Hot sex scenes, emotionally charge story, splash of humour, lovely setting. A very enjoyable read for anyone who likes a sexy romance.”

One Night in Aberdeen: 5-STARS “Super, sexy read with great characters. Finished reading it in one sitting. Loved it!”

The Final Straight: 5-STARS “Keep [sic] me on the edge of my seat the entire time.”

Seven Dirty Words: 5-STARS “People are linking it with 50 shades of grey…but in my opinion this book is so much better…better story and definately [sic] better written!”

Four Letter Words: 5-STARS “A fantastic fabulous read, couldn’t put it down, an excellent conclusion to the story, for me I prefered these books to 50 shades. I will look out for more Charlotte Howard to read.”

The Black Door: 5-STARS “A really well written getaway. I enjoyed loosing [sic] myself in the story, so much so that I can’t believe I have finished and it’s time to go back to real life.”

A Different Kind of Therapy: 4-STARS “This is a quick, filthy, fun read, suitable for anyone getting into kink. It’s particularly good if you prefer your heroines sparky and smart, and are happy with the idea of switching and table-turning.”

And of course, don’t forget that Later is still available to read for free on Kindle Unlimited! You can also buy both Later and Taking Care of Leah in paperback if you prefer.

 

Later: 5-STARS “It takes a lot for a book to draw me in – but this one I couldn’t put down! I really enjoyed the storyline and was intrigued as to how it would end.”

Taking Care of Leah: 4-STARS “I liked the real-life developing intimate relationship, where Ty is keen to encourage Leah into BDSM, and she’s curious to try it. The need to develop trust, respect and care is nicely woven into the storyline.”

 

 

Out Now—False Start (Book 3, The False Series) by Meli Raine (@meliraineauthor)

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Release date:  January 15, 2019

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Book Blurb:

This isn’t how my life is supposed to end.

Then again, a case of mistaken identity got me here. No one is ever who we think they are. Especially my kidnapper, a man whose entire life is designed to deceive.

Powerful people want my rescuer to die. I’m just a lure. A pawn. An object.

But objects hold meaning. Emotions attach themselves without logic.

Like love.

I now know that Duff will do everything to protect me.

If he gets here in time. And if I can hold on long enough.

Because my body can only handle so much. Pushed to the limits, it’s finally giving out. Giving way.

Giving up.

I know Duff, though.

He never will.

Blink.

Read the stunning conclusion to USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine’s False series, told from both Lily and Duff’s points of view.

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FALSE MEMORY (Book 1)

Now Available

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Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40405827-false-memory

Bookbub:  https://www.bookbub.com/books/false-memory-by-meli-raine

 

FALSE HOPE (Book 2)

Now Avaialble

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Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42088265-false-hope

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FALSE START (Book 3)

Apple Books Exclusive:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/false-start/id1421999168?mt=11

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Author Bio:

Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

Social Media Links:

Website:  http://meliraine.com/

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Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13536295.Meli_Raine

Newsletter:  http://eepurl.com/beV0gf

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Excerpt:

“What about our future?”

“Do we have one?”

I love her strange combination of shy and bold. “Yes.”

Her smile is a treasure. “Good.”

There isn’t much to say after that, so we don’t, until I park at the restaurant and turn to her, needing a kiss. Making out in the front seat of a big SUV has its perks.

Namely, plenty of room.

“Look, we’re steaming the windows!” she giggles.

“Great. More privacy,” I say as I go in for another kiss.

Breathless, she stops me. “You’re getting me riled up.”

“That’s my line, babe.”

“And we’re late for our reservations.”

“So what–”

My phone buzzes.

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Release blitz organized by Writer Marketing Services.

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Guest Blog: AP von K’ORY

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The Short History of Chauvinism

By A P von K’Ory

Simon Thomas wrote a piece for the OED that caught my interest. It was about chauvinism. Now, that rings a bell, even without the ‘male’ preceding the noun. There’s been a whole lot of public discussion since the #MeToo movement. And the staggering public discourse around sexism, bigotry, and prejudice. Thomas brought the word chauvinism into my focus.

Most of us have heard the term used in the phrase male chauvinism, which means ‘male prejudice against women; the belief that men are superior in terms of ability, intelligence,’ and all the rest of it. According to research, the prevalence of this opinion dates back to the 1930s. There’s no need to explain the male bit. But what about the chauvinism?

Soldiering on

Who would have thought soldiers came into this, especially in an age where we have female soldiers? But  it all began, according to Thomas,  with one Nicolas Chauvin of Rochefort. Fighting in the time of Napoleon on the side of France, Chauvin’s one major disadvantage was the soldier’s nonexistence. On the other hand, his demonstrative patriotism and loyalty were the stuff of legend, and his name was used to celebrate as well as ridicule extreme patriotism, particularly as related to warfare. Indeed, the earliest sense in the OED is ‘exaggerated patriotism of a bellicose sort; blind enthusiasm for national glory or military ascendancy’. The English equivalent is jingoism, which was originally a nickname for those who supported the policy of Lord Beaconsfield in sending a British fleet into Turkish waters to resist the advance of Russia in 1878.

Here might be an idea for the historical novelists among us.

After the fall of Napoleon, the term – in the French versions chauvinisme – was widely applied to ridicule old soldiers of the Empire (who chiefly professed heightened admiration for all Napoleon said and did). Chauvin was popularized in the Cogniard brothers’ vaudeville La Cocarde Tricolor – translating as ‘the tricolour cockade’ – where tricolour is the French flag with its three bands of colour that most of us have heard of and seen, especially when it comes to football. The cockade is ‘a rosette or knot of ribbons worn in a hat as a badge of office, or as part of a livery’. A right royal show, by the sounds of it.

Broadening the definition

While ‘excessive or aggressive patriotism’ is still in use as a sense of chauvinism, it has also become used in the sense of ‘excessive or prejudiced support for one’s own cause, group, or sex’. So how did the broadening change occur? Well, the first use of chauvinism dates to 1870, and the broadening sense followed by 1955. It frequently appeared/appears with a defining adjective – such as cultural or scientific. Yet male became far and away the most connotative adjective.

Familiar with male chauvinist pig, anyone? Quite what the pig did to deserve this connotation is unclear, but the noun (again, for ‘a man who believes that men are superior to women’) emerged around 1970. Perhaps surprisingly, the earliest use of the term comes from Playboy (1970). The magazine – euphemistically labelled ‘an American men’s lifestyle and entertainment magazine’ by Wikipedia – isn’t always noted for its progressive views on feminism. Perhaps the Playboy quotation in which the term appears – ‘Up Against the Wall Male Chauvinist Pig!’ – isn’t the rallying cry for equality that it might seem, out of context.

Things have, therefore, come full circle. While chauvinism started life with a very specific application, it gradually grew broader, and then narrowed again. There are still a few applications that the noun chauvinist can have, but in isolation, it’s a pretty safe bet that it’s being used to suggest that somebody is a misogynist.

Another word which I plan to have a closer look at, as a writer of ©Sophisterotica, where my female MCs aren’t involved with ‘damaged’ men to save. Rather, the men may well be the saviours of strong, rebellious women, damaged or otherwise. Note the double entendre!

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Blurb: Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)

An evening at the opera house La Scala in Milan twirled the lives of five people into a web of intrigues, heartaches, human hunts, loss and revenge.

Roman: I never chased after a woman. It was always the other way around. Then I caught a glimpse of the woman I would kneel for, at the opera, and I didn’t even know her name. But I determined to find her if it took me the rest of my life.

Shana: He stood in the room with her. The frisson in the currents freaking between them was as solid as a steel portal. The mutual force of predator and prey blasted its way into her core … her soul … Danger. Keep far away from him.

Marie: Some men were born to rule the world; others were born to ruin it. Roman Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell was born to do both. But she loved him and awaited his baby.

Alyssa: He was the lover she wouldn’t tire of. Roman had something so damned perilous about him he was addictive. Who gets addicted to safe and riskless? Not her.

Grieg/Phoenix: Had His Girl interpreted that Friday night as abuse? He’d only done what she wanted – protection of her cherished innocence.

 

Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)

What a difference a day makes… And it hadn’t been a day. It had been an evening in Milan. Brief moments of an evening. I didn’t care about the consequences to whomever. Through my obsession with Svadishana I became aware of the fact that I was a person. A human being, not an almighty god, with all the baggage that comes with being that. I too – eureka! – had a heart pumping white and red corpuscles through my veins. Blood, not icicles.

Was it love I felt for Svadishana? A woman I’d spoken three whiny words – Please call me! – to? Was it more than simple lust and desire? Did I want to possess more than just her body?

Pondering these questions alone was so unlike me. That woman had turned me into an alien even unto my own self. What I felt, my inner voice said, was more than the thrill of the hunt. More than lust, desire, need, passion, the excitement of possession, and subjugation.

Of course all that was part of it. But the basis or the source, the seedbed on which all that sprouted and was growing to full blossom in me, could well be something else.

When I thought of her, saw her image from Milan in my mind, watched how she moved in long smooth strides in YouTube, my brow beaded with sweat. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the few photos I’d fished out of the Internet. Group photos at a family birthday or the authorized biography of her father. Her movements in a YouTube conference clip were springy and powerful even in their smoothness. She exuded strength all over the place, laughing, talking, gesticulating.

A breath-taking beauty. Such beauty that I dared not believe it at times.

And brains to go with it.

In love or not, I knew what I wanted and Svadishana was the answer. I wanted her and would do anything short of suicide to get her. Who knows – perhaps when it came to that as the only means available, I’d really murder too. I didn’t in the least care about the consequences, as long as they got me to where I wanted to get to.

Svadishana’s arms and knickers and… heart?

What obsession, Roman. Get back to real.

No chance. Real was Svadishana.

 

Blurb: Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2)

Roman finally gets together with Shana. But he finds himself wedged between three women and the man intent on killing him because of Shana. And there’s the secret of Marie’s unborn baby.

Roman: I wanted to eat all of her. Even within that fortress I longed to erect around her to hold her captive in, to keep her away from men not worthy of the sight of her, I’d devour her.

Shana: Roman was deadly sex. She had no antigenic for immunity against him. Instead she lay there on his bed, in an impossible state of sluttish disarray, holding her breath.

Marie: “So you didn’t bring your rich old cow with you.” The bitch was ten years older than her, years older than Roman himself. Weren’t men supposed to prefer younger women?

Alyssa: She was not going to let Roman treat her like a hole in the air. He started this triangle and she was going to make it equilateral.

Grieg/Phoenix: His philosophy stated that peace was bondage, and war was freedom. His Girl was his territory, and no other man’s.

Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2)

I picked her up and carried her like a bride. Or a sleeping child. She nuzzled between my neck and shoulder. I kicked the door shut behind us.

We were both ablaze, and I needed to check that, wind it down a notch.

“Like to lie down on the sofa and cuddle till we both slow down a bit?”

“Bed.” Her voice vibrated against my neck.

We left the entrance hall behind us. The flames kept on leaping.

“Overriding my sensible decision?”

“Yes. Bed.” Tremulous once, tremulous twice.

“Just got me, and you want to run away with it.” I bore her past the living room.

“Bed.”

“I’m getting a restraining order on you.” I took the first stair, chest tight again.

She lifted her head off my shoulder and her Huskies sent megawatts to my blues. Unveiled desire. My balls clenched. At this degree I risked coming where I stood with her in my arms. I was tempted to close my eyes and summon my control. For the first time I felt life surge through my veins for a woman, the whole woman, not just sex with her. Again, I experienced that powerful instinct in me to guard and protect her, the fragile and most precious thing in my life. She had a pull on every cell in me. Her masses of loose curls gave warm slaps through my chinos to my hip, sending the sergeant into planning guerrilla warfare for its freedom.

The witch. I was hypnotized. I had to stop climbing the stairs and get my head cleared. She was as necessary to me as the air I breathed, yet she knocked that air straight out of my lungs. Her naked desire was intoxicating. Insanity mingled with reality. I really had her back in my arms. She came to me, came to my home for the first time. And ordered Bed, not a mutual shower. She was the first and only woman to take me to this Newland. She was my perfect balance. I’d fallen hard and didn’t even want to get back up. It happens to the worst of us ingrained rogue playboys.

The Huskies still pinned me in Newland. “Skirting around the deed, are we?”

“Protecting my golden goddess.”

For sheer survival, I broke the lock of our eyes and started up the stairs again.

Blurb: Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)

Roman doesn’t even want a harem. But the harem relentlessly seeks him. No sooner has Shana left Roman than Grieg/Phoenix is marking time on Roman’s door, out for a war, not a fight, over Shana. And so is Marie, whose pregnancy Roman still keeps a secret.

Roman: I loved owning women. Then I found my woman. But she would never be owned, not even by the gods. She left me. Still, her dangerous admirer and I began wars over her, not merely street fisticuffs.

Shana:  Roman scares me in every way and the fear excites me. I’m brainless in his arms, brainless just from thinking about him. He makes me navigate so many labyrinthine passages and secret doors that I’d never even been aware of before. My body knelt and wept for him. My common sense made me flee from him while I could.

Marie: I sold Roman my heart and soul. Only to realise my body had not been consulted, and was therefore out for war.

Alyssa: I really got all that about Roman. The super-ink indelibility of him, the substance of him that stamped his four-figure-euro Ferragamo Oxfords, the supernatural charisma that rocketed him all the way up there with Lucifer. His square would never fit my round. But hope springs eternal, right?

Grieg: “If I have whoever your girl is, why don’t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?” Roman had not reacted like a man who had received that damning message. Over the phone, he’d sounded as if he didn’t have a single feather ruffled. Time to start the war.

Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)

I heard him change the phone to the other ear. “Castell, you’re a kid running a billion-euro crib, you pervert.”

My system actually waged wars for me to jump out of my skin. Control, Castell.

“Oh, yes. I’m about as straight as the U-bend under a sink, fuckwit. So is this the problem? A pissing contest based on having some beef about your wallet being a little anorexic in comparison? Have I got that bracketed?” I heard him swallow again. I decided on a blind knock on that, although for all I knew he was drinking water. “By the way, I’d ease up on the drink. Otherwise you won’t manage to solve the square root of bugger all, let alone remember if you have any other name but Sggirb.”

“I know you right up to your fucking perve room, Castell. I delivered the CD—had the CD delivered – right into your fucking office, practically into your hands. You know nothing about me. So you better watch your smart mouth.”

“Ah, you thought you’d simply storm the Bastille that’s my home and be discreet about it, then slink into my office building and show me the dot over the i that amounts to your balls? You’re right, I know nothing about you. You’re not even in my periphery, private or public.”

“I’m not a ball of yarn to your kitten, so watch your fucking mouth, Castell!”

Just to keep him put off his stroke, “Who would you say has all the tools for annihilation, fuckwit, the kitten or the yarn?”

“You’re lucky I’m—”

“Luck is basically mythical. Reality is called chance. How about we meet?”

He said nothing.

Not good, because now that I was screwing him hard, I needed to keep up the pace. So I said, “You could make it your mud hole or you could haul your arse back here to my city. Then we roll up our sleeves, or whisk off our T-shirts. Then we start doing a little tribute to Muhammad Ali out in the Congo with Joe Frazier.”

He said nothing. I heard him swallow at intervals during the silence. “I’m rapt with attention, fuckwit Sggirb, so let’s have a date and then – to quote your countryman –you are an American – float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”

“You think you’re so fucking cool…” He rumbled the word out long: Coooooollll…

“Oh, I don’t just think it.”

“Just keep your hands off her, Castell. Keep your hands off My Girl!”

“If I have whoever your girl is, why don’t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?” I paused for a reply, none came. “Or is this the sheep being docile until they get utterly famished?” Another pause. Silence, so I continued, “You sound like you wouldn’t find a clitoris if you were armed with a compass, street map and a fucking NASA telescope.”

“You can’t intimidate me, Castell.”

Which only exposed to me the wound I’d ripped open in him. Time to add chilli.

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Fulfilling fantasies… No, not that kind. #fantasy #amwriting #books

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I’ve had a life-long fascination with fantasy and the paranormal, and grew up reading books by the likes of Tolkien and Pratchett. When it comes to writing, I’ve always found romance easy, and have struggled with my favoured genre. 2019, though, is all about fulfilling fantasies, and by that I mean that I’m going to write the stories that have been stuck in my head for years, never getting further than a few chapters on a page.

Recently, I tried my hand at screen-writing, and found that creating a script (although not very good) is easy, in the sense that I am writing down the dialogue and a basic storyline. There’s no way that I would consider submitting the scripts to an agent or producer – I don’t have the skills to write something that would make it past a slush-pile. However, I can use it for myself. I can write down the dialogue and basic movements, and then turn them into a book. So, while on paper it looks like a script, it’s really just a rough outline.

I am writing these books under the pen-name C.V. Leigh, and slowly building a following on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. I’m not hiding the fact that it’s me though. The only reason I’m using a pen-name is to separate my erotic and contemporary romance titles from the non-romantic fantasy and paranormal. But, you know all this because I wrote about it previously: here.

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I’m taking it slowly. While I have two books that could be considered as High Fantasy that I’m working on, the first title(s) to be released will be urban paranormal titles, aimed at adult readers. There’s no gratuitous sex in them, but it is hinted at, and bad language is used. It’s been fun working on The Wolves of Faol Hall, and I’m looking forward to sharing a cover reveal and extracts once the edits are finished. I don’t know when it will be available just yet, but it will be published this year by Tirgearr Publishing, who have published several of my romance titles.

The Wolves of Faol Hall is (hopefully) a series of books, with two titles already written. The first is called The Change, and revolves around a family of werewolves / lycanthropes that live in the Scottish Highlands. It’s very different to anything I’ve written before, not only because it’s paranormal and has no sex in it, but because the focus isn’t on one particular character. In romance, I tend to write the story from two POVs – the hero and the heroine. In these books, there are four brothers, two women, and the antagonists that all have important opinions that need to be read about.

It’s also taken me longer to write than any of the romance titles. With titles like Seven Dirty Words, the first draft was complete in less than a month. With the Faol Hall titles, it took me six months before I was happy that this was a workable project. Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and they were accepted, meaning you’ll get to share in my fantasies in 2019.

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The first High Fantasy title, and the script, that I’m currently working on has been an even longer project. I started writing a book with a working title of ‘The Second Moon‘ back in 2013, and since then it’s changed wildly, with plot lines developed, characters changed, and holes filled. However, the base remains the same. I described it to my friends as a “feminist protest against a patriarchal government”. The “script” is currently timed at 3 hours long, and isn’t even half-way through the first part, so I know this is going to be pretty epic. Although it’s important to remember that it’s only a draft, so likely to be chopped into tiny pieces before I’m happy to send it to a publisher.

The Second Moon is aimed at adult readers, with insinuated sex and profanity used throughout. But, I’m also writing a child-friendly fantasy. Written along the same lines as my other fantasy idea, it’s meant to be empowering for young girls. I started writing the book, working title ‘Charmed’ for my daughter. She wants to read what I write, but at 11-years-old, none of my titles are suitable. Whether Charmed gets published, or whether I write it solely for her, hasn’t been decided yet. I’ll leave that up to her.

Whatever happens, and whichever titles get finished and published, I’m having a lot of fun this year. My head is still full of romance ideas – just last night, I considered scribbling down a plotline. But they are remaining in my head. It’s going to be hard, and the feeling of having these stories crammed in my brain and not being put on paper is reminiscent of the time I decided to stop smoking. The urge to push out another erotic romance is incredible, but I need to be strong, and I need to focus my attention on other projects. I’ve been putting them off for too long.

So, here’s to 2019 and fulfilling fantasies.

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What to give your favourite author for Christmas #reviews #book #amreading

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Christmas is a time for giving.

As anyone who follows me knows, I’ve made my short story ‘STRANDED‘ perma-free, and it’s available to download from all good e-reader stores. It will remain free for the rest of its e-book life. I have no intention of ever charging for it. It’s a short story, for anyone who loves hot and erotic romance and reads eBooks. That’s my gift to you, the reader.

I support other authors by offering blog space to help promote their books. I share it on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, LinkedIn, and Pinterest. I retweet and share posts. I review books that I’ve read on Goodreads & Amazon. I buy books. That’s my gift to you, the author.

And, I’d like to invite other authors and readers to join me on the “giving” spree. It doesn’t have to cost you anything. There are plenty of free ways to give back to the literary community.

Your Words

As an author, I regularly reach out to readers to say thank you – either directly if they’ve contacted me, or through the power of social media if it’s an anonymous sale. (I can’t see who’s buying my books!) As a reader, I regularly reach out to authors to do the same, because I know how hard it can be. Writing is a lonely job, and there are so many times when we feel like giving up. Reaching out and sending a single email / tweet with words of encouragement could make a huge difference to your favourite author.

Reviews

Reviews are worth their weight in gold. They don’t have to be lengthy or particularly well-written. A single sentence is appreciated. The important part is that it gets put on sites like Amazon US / UK. Reviews are a way for readers to communicate with authors – I know that I read every single one that I receive. We use them to better ourselves and work on the bits you didn’t like. But more than that, they help that title get seen by other readers.

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Sales

I have a love-hate relationship with money. I wish it didn’t exist, but unfortunately, we all need it to pay the bills. Writing is a career. For many, it is a full-time job. It’s not a hobby. Yes, we’re lucky enough to be self-employed in a job we love, but only if it pays the bills. I’ve known so many excellent writers to give up because they don’t have the time to concentrate on writing. It sounds mercenary and perhaps selfish, but it’s necessary. To continue to write, we need the sales. Buy an eBook for yourself, buy a print book as a present for someone else. Even the smallest of sales help.

Authors aren’t rich. For every $2.99 book I sell, I receive maybe $1, depending on my contract. Even self-published authors don’t get 100% of sales – they get a 35%-70% royalty, again depending on the contract they have with their sellers, and whether it’s an eBook or paperback. Point of fact – eBooks provide you with a higher revenue as there is less cost into creating it. It’s not uncommon for a traditional publisher to offer 10%-20% royalties on a $9.99 paperback, but 40% on a $2.99 eBook.

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Can you afford to buy a new book? Fabulous – treat your favourite author to a new sale. Are you as skint as the rest of us? Leave a review, or send a message to your favourite author, letting them know that you appreciate them.