Wednesday, January 28, 2015

It's live!

It's RELEASE DAY! DON’T STOP TILL YOU GET ENOUGH, Book Three in the Stafford Brothers series, is live. An explosive secret. A forbidden relationship.  $2.99

http://amzn.to/1D2ILja


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

On the road again!


I am so excited! Don't Stop Till You Get Enough releases TOMORROW, and my blog tour starts the next day. At each stop I'll be giving away a copy of the book, so if you follow me to each of the stops and leave a comment, you just might win one.

Thanks to all my author peeps for hosting me. You guys rock!

JANUARY

28 – Release day!
29 – with M.J. Kane - http://mjkanemedia.com/
30 – with Nia Forrester - http://niaforrester.com/

FEBRUARY

  2  – with Adrienne Thompson - http://adriennethompsonwrites.webs.com/apps/blog/
  4 – with Stella Ajanaku - http://flirtyandfeistyromance.blogspot.com/
  6 – with Love Belvin - https://lovebelvin.wordpress.com/
  9 – with Deatri King-Bey - http://deatrikingbey.com/
11 – with James Fant - https://jamesfantbooks.wordpress.com/
13 – with Lyssa Lane - http://lyssalayne.wordpress.com
17 – with Chelle Ramsey - http://lyssalayne.wordpress.com
23 – with Zee Monodee - http://zeemonodee.blogspot.com/
o    25 – with Te’ Russ - http://www.terussnovels.blogspot.com/

Friday, January 23, 2015

Release date!

Wednesday, January 28th is release day for Don't Stop Till You Get Enough! Greg is itching to tell his story...  



Saturday, January 17, 2015

Preparing for the promo parade





I finished Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough and submitted it to my editor last Saturday! Since I only had a week before she sent it back to me, I spent last week getting my promo plans in order.

If you are an author, you’ve probably heard the scuttlebutt about Facebook changing their rules about promotion in 2015. So far I haven’t seen any changes yet, but I suppose they are on the way. Many authors are reconsidering the time they spend on social networks, and I’m one of them. Facebook has been very good to me in the past. I absolutely love the social interaction there. Twitter has a wonderful literary community too.  Since I got on the Google+ train late, my books are still gathering steam there. But, if I am going to get much needed exposure elsewhere, I need to spend less time in other place where readers hang out.

One of my decisions for this year is to get more exposure on book web sites, book promo sites and with book bloggers. For the past two years, I’ve been filling a folder with the home pages of these sites when run across them. The folder is two inches thick, and needless to say, it needs some kind of organization in order to be helpful. Gradually I’ve been going to each site, entering the pertinent info into a chart so I can discard the folder and simply work from the chart -- time consuming to say the least, but it must be done.


This phase isn't all grunt work, though. The fun part was creating photo promos like these for the book.






I have a few more to make this weekend. Next week I'll be busy typing in the editor's changes, formatting the Word document and uploading it to the different retailers. Hopefully, it will go live by the end of the month...

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Back and better than ever!

Announcing the re-release of Have You Seen Her?, the Shades of Romance Magazine 2011 Fiction Book of the Year. It has a beautiful new cover and has been re-edited. 



If you’ve never read this contemporary romance with 52 four/five-star reviews, find out why Santa Barbara socialite Dani Reynolds left wealth and privilege for a minimum wage job and a ghetto apartment. It’s on sale now for $1.99!

Kindle - http://amzn.to/ixHNZI  Coming soon to Nook and Kobo.

Monday, January 12, 2015

New Release Spotlight - The Bad Poet

Today I am spotlighting the brand new release from an old friend, Michael Fuller.



I met Mike ten years ago at Barnes & Noble. As an aspiring writer, he joined the writer's group I led at the store in 2004. Our group stayed together until 2007, and I am so proud to say that since then, Mike has published Chronicles of a Nappi Head, and can be found in Proverbs for the People.
 

A native of Evanston, Illinois, he received a Bachelor of Arts degree in Political Science and Sociology from Southern Illinois University. He now lives in Atlanta with his wife, Sheila, and family.

Back in the day, books like Richard Wright’s Native Son and Steven King’s Stand led him to fiction. They gave him the gumption to sit down, be patient, create characters and let those characters take him to different times and places. Mike says not knowing which direction the characters and plot would end up, was the most exciting part of his creative process.

In his new book, The Bad Poet, Carla King is living a mundane life after the death of her husband in the 9-11 tragedy until she meets the adventurous, lustful Cutino Grigsby. Their impromptu travels to faraway places and gifts from Cutino blind her from any negative judgments about him. His physical appearance is striking, and his confidence gives her security and fills Carla with admiration. But it is his deceit that teaches her the most, as her renaissance man will bring changes into her life that she never anticipates. She must hang on for the ride towards a crossroad of life which could land her in deep water, or even her demise. 



Here's an excerpt from the book...

Carla King
‘09
I yelled at the top of my voice to the jogger, or at least he was thin like one. But at this time of night, who knew. He could have been a burglar or an addict running from some ill-conceived crime, then fleeing to his freedom. But at this point, I had to take a chance. So I pleaded to him, “Help me! Help me!”

He slowed for an instant, turned and peered over at me, taking a step in my direction. But as if stuck in cement, he stopped in his tracks, recoiled back around and took off running again, only this time faster. Damn, I thought, he’s running away from me.

Despair welled up inside of me. Once again I called for his help, then twisted around to see the nightmare closing in for the kill. The jogger must have seen him and wanted no part of our mad theater. Even so, I tried to enlist him to join in, petitioning him to be my hero. Again, I yelled for him to show compassion and rescue me. “Stop! Stop! Help meeee!”

I turned to see the shadowy horror gaining on me with each second. I spun around in hopes that the jogger was coming back. But the slim exercise freak was long gone, his schoolboy physique flying down the gloomy side street, probably never to jog at that time of night or down that path again.

I angled around the corner dashing past closed retail stores and barren alleys hoping to bump into the jogger’s path again. Seconds later my stomach churned with a sour sensation and while running, I vomited. My lungs burned and my kidneys cut into me like my insides were trying to digest thumbtacks. Suddenly, a pain shot through my foot as if it was hit by a hammer. That’s when I realized one of my favorite black Juicy Couture sling-back pumps was missing. The cost of three hundred and seventy-five dollars flashed into my mind, the most expensive shoes that I had ever purchased. At first I overcame the initial shock of pain and just kept running, but soon it became a throbbing ache which slowed me down, but still I continued to drag the bashed foot along.

My breathing was short and rapid, while the throbbing pain from my shoeless foot challenged my will to the point that I was about to give up and take a stand. Truth be told, I was at the end of my physical ability to continue. However, as quickly as the thought of giving up had crossed my mind, it disappeared. I refused to let this happen to me and become a victim, so I dug deep into my soul and with every ounce of strength left, commissioned my body to continue the escape for survival.

I whirled my head back around and saw that my pursuer had stopped running, too. He was power-walking towards me, evidently tired as well, but nonetheless determined to finish what he’d planned.

The crackling sound like exploding Wildcat firecrackers rang out again. The slugs bounced off the brick walls of the closed stores and sleepy condominiums and whizzed past my head, so close that I felt the hot metal singe the hair from my ear. Nothing had changed; he was still resolute on disposing of me.

Hobbling down South State Street, struggling to keep from giving up, I squealed out again for help, still hoping that somebody would rescue me. Like one of those bobble head dolls that sat on the dashboard of some young Mexican kid’s leisure van, I kept a vigilant eye on the killer imp, constantly rotating my head back and forth, looking for some kind of escape.

There it was, a sidewalk sign that stood a little taller than my five foot seven-inches, used for advertising Tommy Gun’s Diner and Theater valet was tucked away in the restaurant’s entrance. I ducked into the corridor, folded myself into a ball and hid between the wooden A-frame sign.

The sorrow of the moment consumed all of my thoughts and emotions. Why me? If I had just stayed home that innocent evening, all of these tribulations could have been avoided. As I thought back, it all began that trouble-free night not so long ago…

To purchase The Bad Poet go to:
Amazon - http://amzn.to/14mwyKl
or  www/fultimebooks.com