In the beginning of 2012 I decided I wanted to self-publish. I already had two years of publishing experience based on my work with epublishers. I also thought I didn’t have a chance getting a traditional publishing deal. I was burned by two agents who had promised great things, and in the end they failed to deliver. I didn’t want to spend my time and energy seeking out another agent and play the waiting game. The time I spent sending out query letters would take away from my writing. I was also writing for a niche market, mainly lesbian romance, and shorter works that I could only sell to epublishers. I also had some self-doubt about my writing. I really thought I wasn’t good enough to write for the “Big 6” New York publishers.
My plan was to learn all I could about self-publishing by reading up on those authors who had successful self-publishing careers. I joined self-publishing and indie loops and read websites and blogs on the pros and cons about self-publishing. I then tried an experiment to see if I could handle self-publishing. In the fall of 2012 I self-published three short stories, around 6,000 words each and priced them at .99 cents. I did everything one would expect a self-published author to do- create a cover, edit, format and upload to as many sites as I could that sells digital books. Also prior to self-publishing these shorts, I started writing a book that summer. This would be the first full length title in a series, and I would self-publish it. That book would end up being The Gate, the first book in the Dark Path series featuring a heavy BDSM erotic element. I self-published The Gate in October 2013, practically a year to the day I self-published those three short stories. Self-publishing was scary, nerve wracking, but exciting. Because I took a chance, I embraced self-publishing as new way to get my work out to the public.
There are some key factors to take into account when self-publishing. One thing is certain-you will spend your own money. Are you will to sacrifice your hard earned dollars on something that may not turn out to be the success you’re hoping for? If you’re spending money on a product, you want the best, right? With self-publishing, the very best should be the cover created for your book, the editing and formatting, and in some instances the promotion you might end up buying. I knew in order to create the best product possible, I needed a good cover artist and incredible editing. If you skimp on a cover and editing, you’re really doing yourself a disservice. There’s always an exception to this rule. Some authors can get away with horrible covers and horrible or no editing. But is that a chance you want to take? The same goes for formatting. If your book isn’t formatted correctly, no one will want to read it because it’s sloppy and unprofessional.
It took me a year to self-published The Gate because I took the time to find a cover artist who I felt could create the right cover for my vision. I was very lucky to work with a great content editor and copy editors who pushed me in ways I never had experienced, even when I worked with epublishers. My editing was tough and hard, to the point I want to throw my hands up in the air and walk away. But I didn’t because I had the need, the will to produce the best possible work I could. I wrote the first draft of The Gate between September-December 2012, and worked on editing it from May-September 2013. I wrote the first draft of The Key from October 2013 to January 2014 and then worked on edits from February to May 2014. It took over six months to pull everything together where it was ready for “prime time”.
Last week I self-published The Key, the second book in the Dark Path series. It’s the fifth title I’ve self-published. Self-publishing this book was second nature to me. It was easier than I thought. My one big regret is I wish I had done it earlier. I took a big leap toward something great and new, very much like when I sit down in front of my computer and create a new world and new characters on a blank white page. I end up making magic. Self-publishing let’s my magic run free.
Erika has reinvented herself as an author of erotic romance under the pseudonym, Lily Fredericks. After her eight month sabbatical in New Orleans, she’s returning to Manhattan to promote her new book. Chris is handling her book tour and wants Erika to give him another chance. She’s forgiven Chris, but Max is always in her thoughts. Sick of waiting for Erika to come to her senses, Max takes matters into his own hands. He’ll go to New Orleans to claim her before it’s too late.
With Erika back in Manhattan, both Chris and Max try to seduce her in the hopes she’ll choose one of them. As both men battle for her heart, a woman from Max’s past reappears, bent on revenge. Chris will ruin Max anyway he can in order to make Erika his own. However Max has something up his sleeve to insure he’s the victor, but not without a price—Erika’s soul.
The walk felt like an eternity but lasted mere minutes. When he reached the corner of his hotel, he placed Erika on her feet. Swaying, she latched onto his arms. He spotted the nervousness in her eyes, and his chest tightened.
As he set his lips on her forehead, he cupped her face. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You say stop, and I will.”
She spread her palm over his rapidly beating heart. “Does my safe word still apply in this situation?”
“Yes, but only because it’s adorable when you scream ‘whiskers’ when you come.”
She smacked him in the stomach. He curled his arm around her waist and flicked the tip of her nose with his tongue. Her face colored an adorable pink.
He started walking backward and linked her hands with his. “Will you come up to my room and spend the night with me, Miss Walsh?”
She dug the edge of her front teeth into her bottom lip and tilted her head, acting shy. “What if I want you to be gentle with me, Mr. Crawford?”
He stopped and almost coughed as his breath caught in his lungs. “If…if that’s what I have to do in order for you to be with me, then yes.”
She lifted their combined hands, slipped his thumb inside her mouth, and sucked.
His dick jerked. That familiar tingling in his lower back spread around front and disembarked between his thighs.
“Enough,” he snapped and drew his thumb out of her mouth. He rubbed her saliva across her bottom lip. “Give me your answer. Now.”
She presented him with a smile worthy of an experienced seductress. “Yes.”
The walk across the lobby took too long for Max. Erika purposely taunted him by not rushing. He would have carried her in his arms like he had on Bourbon Street, but he needed to remain in control. He always stayed at the Hotel Monteleone while in New Orleans, and he didn’t want that to change. He kept his frustration at bay while she viewed the splendor, spying the lounge off to the right and the slow moving carousel inside making up the bar.
“Oh, my God, it’s a real carousel? And it moves?” She stepped toward the room, her face full of awe.
“At night, they have piano music and live singing. Next time I promise we’ll sit at the bar.” Hooking his arms around Erika from behind, he rested his chin on her shoulder. “But unless you want me to fuck you on top of the bar, we should go up to my suite as soon as possible.”
She laid her palm on his cheek and gave him an amused glance. “If we don’t, will you jizz in your pants in front of everyone here?”
He dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder and held back a laugh. If only she knew how close he was to losing it. “Put me out of my misery, and let’s go upstairs.”
She turned and, grabbing his hand, hurried to the set of elevators. She giggled loud, the sound of her joy echoing off the walls.
A few people loitering, including those behind the front desk, sent Erika and him curious stares, but he didn’t care. He chuckled along with her. When they reached the elevator doors, he pushed aside her hands, so he could punch the button first. She gave him a playful pout. He returned the favor by cupping her ass and squeezing her generous flesh.
“We’re grabby tonight, aren’t we?” She brushed up against him.
He continued caressing those two marvelous muscular globes, exultant her weight loss hadn’t affected her posterior. “I can’t stop touching you.”
“How about kissing me?” she whispered. When the elevator doors open, she yanked him inside by his collar.
He slapped the button to his floor then pulled Erika into the corner. He snuck a peek behind to see if anyone waited to enter—not that he would have allowed another inside. Once the doors slammed shut, he claimed Erika’s mouth, feasting on her lips, drunk on her taste.
KT Grant is a self-proclaimed eccentric redhead who not only loves to read a wide variety of romances, but also loves writing it. Under her alter-ego, she is a well-known book blogger who doesn’t shy away from voicing her opinion. A proud native of New Jersey, KT is multi-published and writes Gay, Lesbian and Straight romance. KT has been a top ten best-selling author at Amazon, as well as being a multiple All Romance Ebooks best seller and a Night Owl Reviews Top Author Pick.
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