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Why I Decided to Self-Publish the Path Series by KT Grant @Katiebabs

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.

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The Key CoverExcerpt:

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 meAbout the Author:

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.

KT loves to hear from readers. You can drop KT an email at ktgrnt@gmail.com.

You can also find KT at these fun places:
Blog: Babbling About Books, and More!
Twitter: @Katiebabs
Facebook
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Writing Sex Scenes VS. Romantic Scenes by Stacy Eaton @StacySEaton

stacy_2_pack_2The first book I wrote was My Blood Runs Blue. In that story, one of the main characters relives a memory of a love scene from years past that takes place on the hood of mustang. When I released that, my friends and co-workers went nuts and asked me where I had gotten the idea. I told them it was my own memory and that shut them up.

Here’s a little excerpt of that section:

When our lips met, it was like the galaxy above swallowed us in an explosion of the sun. The moment our lips met, I no longer knew where I stopped and she began. We seemed to have melted together. To have become one in that first kiss.

Her hands came up to my chest and pressed against me, gripping my shirt. As my other arm came around her body, her hands slid over my chest to my back and we pulled each other close. We pulled each other closer then I could have ever thought possible. Our kiss was so deep it was like we could have existed with one heart beating.

I felt her straining hard against me. She could feel my hardness pushing against her lower stomach and she slowly started to move gently against it. I moaned deep in my throat and clung to her harder, pushing myself as hard as I could against her while standing up.” My Blood Runs Blue (Julian’s POV)

second-shield-AmznSince then I have written and published 7 books with an 8th one coming out at the end of the month. Some of them have had some steamy scenes (Second Shield in particular) and some have had love scenes without all the details. I’m far from an erotica author, but I’ve had many people state that I either made them blush or got them hot under the collar.

While I love to read hot steamy novels, there are times I get tired of the hearing how one person got laid after the next. What I ALWAYS enjoy, is the romantic build up that gets you from the initial meeting where the chemistry starts to spark till that moment when they finally lose themselves to the passion. That to me is when it satisfies me the most.

comp7In my two newest books, that is what I have done. Both Distorted Loyalty (released June 13th) and Six Days of Memories (Releasing June 30th) are romantic suspense. The chemistry between the characters builds throughout the stories. My editor comment on Six Days of Memories after she did her first read through saying,

“I could die over their romance. And some of those lines at the end….zingers to the heart! Love, Love, Loved it! Shows how you can do SO much with a lot of heat and tension and romance and it’s far more memorable than just an average old sex scene!”

Personally, I tend to agree. To me sex scenes are just that. You get hot, you get wet, you get it on and then you move on. But passion and romance scenes stay in your mind, they keep you warm when you put the book down and you use your own imagination to complete the scenes. If you use that right, you could be making some good personal memories for both you and your significant other! I know my husband benefits from not only my reading, but my writing too!

Maybe that has something to do with the fact that my mother and aunts read my book and I don’t want them to think I’m as big a pervert as I am, but hey, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I know that explicit sex scenes have their place. In fact, I’m working on a new story right now One Every Thirty-Six that will be labeled as being very explicit. I’m going to have to ask my mom to skip that one though, I’m not sure I could face her afterwards!

Thank you so much for allowing me to visit today! I’d love to hear from your readers about their thoughts on this subject!

http://www.stacyeaton.com/

 

 

 

Food and memories – Her Secret Past by Victoria Blisse @victoriablisse @Totally_Bound

WHS Booty8_Victoria Blisse_Social Media_0001_finalTo celebrate the release of Her Secret Past, Totally Bound are giving away a bundle of eBooks by Victoria Blisse. Enter here for your chance to win:

https://www.totallybound.com/competition/her-secret-past-book-competition?utm_source=bitchesbewritin&utm_medium=blogtour&utm_campaign=hersecretpast

 Food and memories

Her Secret past is filled with memories and many of those memories are attached in some way to food. We all have certain meals, sweets, snacks or cakes that take us instantly back to a moment in our past as soon as we bite into them.

I took a memory from my childhood and used it in the novel. My Nanna was a brilliant cook. I loved eating at her house, especially dessert. There was one that everyone loved, so we got it pretty regularly, Nanna’s custard tart. The weird thing is, I’ve never really liked custard of any form but I loved my Nanna’s. It was creamy and smooth, sweet and silky and speckled with warming nutmeg spice. Delicious.

Here’s a short excerpt from Her Secret Past illustrating how much Ryan loves custard tart!

Memories cropped up all over the place—Gran had spent a lot of time in the kitchen. She’d baked the most delicious of things. I loved her custard tart the best, and if I went to stay there would always be one cooling on the kitchen table.

Well, as long as Ryan hadn’t got there first. He had a habit of convincing Gran to give said pies to him. He used to come up with some wacky claims, and I really think Gran gave in simply for the imagination in them.

There was the time his aunt had fallen down a well and desperately needed sustenance. Then there was the picky pet cat who’d only eat homemade custard tart. And my favorite was the disease he’d made up that needed an hourly intake of egg custard to combat. Gran always used to make another, just for me, but it rankled that my best mate kept nicking my treats.

Now, here’s the recipe for you, so you can find out for yourself how delicious it is!

Nanna’s Custard Tart

110g plain flour.

50g butter slightly softened

pinch of salt

a little cold water

For the filling:

400ml single cream

1 teaspoon butter

40g caster sugar

2 large eggs , beaten.

1 egg beaten (just for brushing on the pastry case)

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 whole nutmeg

Sift flour into a large bowl and add the pinch of salt. Then cut the butter into small pieces and rub into the flour, until you have a grainy texture like sand. Add the water slowly, and mix until it makes a stiff dough. Place it in clingfilm and put it in the fridge for at least 30 minutes.

Roll it out to about 2-3 cms thick, wide enough to fit your tin (I use a 28cm round tin with a removable base). Place in the tin and press against the sides. Trim off any excess pastry. Prick the base with a fork to release any trapped air. Pop the pastry (in the tin!) into the fridge for 30 mins.

Pre-heat the oven to 190°C, gas mark 5.

Take out the pastry case and line with baking paper/foil then fill the case with baking beans. Bake blind for 20 mins, then remove the beans and brush the inside of the case with beaten egg. Place back in the over for another 20 mins until the base is lightly golden and baked through. Remove from the oven and reduce the temperature to 180°C, gas mark 4.

On to the filling! Put the cream and butter in a saucepan and bring it up to a gentle simmer. Separately whisk the beaten eggs and sugar together in a large heatproof jug but don’t over whisk as you don’t want bubbles.

Pour the hot cream and butter over the beaten eggs, then add the vanilla extract and about half the freshly grated nutmeg and whisk ‘til just mixed.

Pour the filling into the tart case and grate more of the nutmeg all over.

Place the pastry case on a baking sheet and place it in the oven. Then bake for 40 minutes or until the filling is just set in the center. (test by prodding with your finger) Leave to cool before serving.

Like the sound of Her Secret Past? You can buy it here: https://www.totallybound.com/her-secret-past?utm_source=bitchesbewritin&utm_medium=blogtour&utm_campaign=hersecretpast

Bad boy armors up! Armored Hearts by Bobbi Romans @BobbiRomans

Armored Hearts, the latest in my Swamp Magic series, features Damien, an armadillo shifter. Yes, you read right. He doesn’t shift into, rather took on the qualities of. His skin hardens to a rough impenetrable leather like density before battle.

Bad boy armors up!

Amazon AH Blurb:

Grace and Damien, two new lovers only wanted to escape for a romantic Valentine’s Day on the beach. Pina Colada’s by tropical waters by day and champagne and strawberries in hot tubs by night. Explore their fledgling love and just maybe finally put a name to it. Boyfriend, girlfriend? Or perhaps something more.

One attack from an old enemy later and their small private charter plane is plunging into the Gulf of Mexico.

Stranded on a deserted island, unsure of when help might arrive, should have made them wary. Would have for most people. Instead, they discover the seclusion needed for wild nights hot enough to penetrate even the most beastly of hearts.

Will survival on the island tear them apart or pull them closer than either imagined possible?

 *Come explore the creatures of the swamp…and discover a NEW breed of hero!*

 Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Armored-Hearts-Swamp-Magic-Series-ebook/dp/B00JS4LBP2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1401678017&sr=8-2&keywords=Armored+Hearts

Be sure and check out the all summer long “Host Dandy” Summer event I’ve got going on!

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All summer long sign-ups will continue to “Host Dandy” the cute little armadillo above. In a nutshell, those who sign up, receive a mystery summer envelope and their name gets added to the list to receive Dandy. Once you receive Dandy take a nifty pic of him somewhere in your hometown, then send him to the next person on the list. (I’d message you where to send him)

Prizes will be randomly given out during the summer long event. (Gift cards, books and more!)

Go here for more info or sign-up: https://www.facebook.com/events/1447934182113081/

Have a great summer!

Bobbi Romans

http://www.bobbiromans.com

Reblog: Have you ever tried stripping? Author Interview with Alisa Anderson

NikkiPart1psjpegI was lucky enough to have an opportunity to ask Author Alisa Anderson a few questions about her newest series “Fallen Angel”. Thank you Alisa for taking time to chat with me!

Read the entire interview by stopping by Margo’s Red Light Fiction District..

http://redlightfictiondistrict.blogspot.com/2014/05/interview-with-fallen-angel-author.html