Wednesday, October 29, 2014
With the year almost over, it might be a good time to review your goals.
First, though it might be a good idea to define what you believe success for you might be. We all look at success differently.
Is it finishing a book?
Reaching the New York Time's Best Seller List?
Making $100,000 a year?
One is much different than the others. Once you define you ultimate goal, then you can start working backwards to see what you have to do each day to reach your level of success.
Finish chapter 1...chapter 2.....etc., until the book is finished.
So how do you define success?
How do you define success for yourself?
Each of these are important question to ask your self.
Once you have the answer then you can start defining your goals - both short term and long term.
Example for short term
1. write another
2. post a blog once a week
3. grow my following on twitter to 2000 people.
Example for long term.
1. sell ### books a day ( can you control this if not rethink this goal)
2. Be a best selling author on amazon (what are the steps to get here gives you the short term goals you need to achieve.)
Hope your plan for success is already in place. If not, now might be a good time to start thinking about it.
Have a great weekend,
Monday, October 27, 2014
Blurb: Best-selling novelist and songwriter, Camie Rogers has penned numerous accounts of the secret love she holds in her heart. Country-Music Superstar Kip Allen has changed from the shy, humble boy, to the epitome of “star.” Can the two rediscover each other after one night of his Home is where the Heart is Tour?
Excerpt: Too soon, the concert was over, and security officers rushed her backstage. Waiting in the shadows apart from the throng of frenzied fans vying for autographs and pictures, she watched with concern as Kip raked his fingers through his hair. He heaved a tired sigh, insisted on no more autographs, and then headed for his dressing room.
Camie stepped forward, "Just one more autograph?" Kip turned at her soft request. His eyes lit with recognition, and he gave her an unreserved smile.
"Camie!" He enfolded her in a big hug. "What are you doing back here?"
A flush warmed her skin at the velvety-roughness of his voice. "I won the prize package from the radio station. You know: Front row seat, backstage pass, autographed C.D., etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." Her heart raced at his nearness, her body trembled in his strong embrace. Feeling way too comfortable in his arms, she disentangled herself and took a step back.
He grinned. "Great. You look good."
Her heart skipped a beat. "So do you." Electricity sizzled between them.
Even in high school.
Theirs had been a subtle romance, underscored by sensual currents that hummed whenever their eyes met or they ventured into a conversation, both too shy to take the relationship further.
"What ever happened to us?" She wondered aloud, finding it difficult to speak past her heart hammering in her throat. "I still get all tongue-tied when you're near." He smiled, that lazy, heart-stopping grin that drove females from age five to fifty into a frenzy.
"You do?" he queried, pulling her closer once more.
The husky softness of his voice sent delicious shivers down her spine, and she choked on a yes.
"Me too." He stroked her cheek.
Her senses swirled at the tender touch. She placed her hand over his and gazed into his sea-green eyes. Whether a moment, an eternity, or the simple span of a heartbeat passed, she wasn’t sure, but she relished the encounter. He dropped his hand from her face and broke eye contact.
"I don't know what happened. I wanted to roam, you wanted a home." He chuckled at the corny rhyme. "Sounds like the makings of a hit."
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Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”
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Thanks Pam for sharing,
Friday, October 24, 2014
Knights of Stone
Highland Gargoyles 1
Gargoyles, tree witches, and wolf shifters have divided the
Isle of Stone after a great battle twenty-five years ago. When Kayla, a tree
witch, hears about the unconventional rock concerts in the gargoyle’s
territory, she sneaks from her coven and into their territory to see for
herself. Night after night, she returns to see one in particular shift into
human form and play guitar at these unconventional shows.
For several nights, Mason has kept watch for the pixie-like
female. He plans to seduce her, thinking she’s a visitor from another island.
When he discovers she’s one of the tree witches, he retreats, attempting to
keep his distance. The temptation is strong, but forbidden.
Kayla and Mason attempt to meet in secret, but other
elements on the isle command their attention. A magical cloak created by the
three clans on the island is thinning, leading to repercussions for all the
clans. Kayla and Mason are caught in the middle of it, and their actions may
change the fate for all.
This novella was originally released as part of the USA
Today bestselling Highland Shifters paranormal romance boxed set.
The crowd pushed Kayla closer
to the stage as the last trails of fiery sunset faded. They knew what happened
once darkness fell. She recovered her footing and focused again on the five
life-sized stone gargoyles perched on pedestals on the perimeter of the stage.
The space between them was set with instruments—guitars, a drum set, mic
stands, and massive amplifiers, while a bonfire in a pit behind them cast the
statues in a warm glow.
with tartan draped over one shoulder climbed onto the stage and walked to the
closest statue. He fastened the kilt over its shoulder and around its waist
with a thick belt, covering the statue’s massive thighs. Kayla flushed,
picturing why the coverings were necessary once the transformation began. The
kilt had become a key detail in her fantasies about the guitarist, since it was
the only clothing he wore. The stagehand continued dressing each statue with
the same brilliant blue tartan worn by the gargoyle clan.
vestige of sunlight disappeared from the sky, and night draped the stage like a
closing curtain. The statues loomed, dark silhouettes barely discernible by the
crescent moon with the backdrop of the craggy cliffs and the rugged peaks of
waves in the Atlantic Ocean behind them. The murmur of voices was replaced by
blazed on the stage all at once, lit by an unseen force. The audience erupted
in cheers as the dancing lights from the flickering fire basked the statues.
The flames lowered, casting the gargoyles in an eerie, almost reverent glow.
slight, Kayla wondered if it was simply a play of light and shadows in her anticipation
for the change. She fixed her gaze on the statue in front of her, the one she’d
gravitated to each time she’d had sneaked out to see the show. Its massive gray
form stood straight on two legs built for sturdiness. Its chest jutted out
proudly. Gray wings with detailed feathers etched in the stone arched from a
point below its shoulder blades. Eyes cast straight ahead on a face that
appeared to be a mixture of canine and lion. Its right hand twitched, so
slightly she would have missed it if she hadn’t stared so intently. Then a
clawed foot inched forward.
astonishment burst from the crowd as the transformation began. Their cries of
fervor grew louder as the monstrous statues transformed into taller, slimmer
figures with the bronzed skin of warriors who battled under the midday sun. The
tartan fabric fell over their thighs as they stood erect, covering their
blinked, mesmerized as always, as the statue before her stood to full height,
taking on the form of a human male, but with beautiful raven wings. Hair just
as black snaked rebelliously past his chin. The stony eyes flickered with
animation, turning to a mossy green. His deep gaze seared the audience, seeming
to burn anything in the path. When he found Kayla, he stopped. His expression
was unreadable, but the intensity in his unblinking eyes made her swallow. She
froze under the scrutiny as if hypnotized, unable to break eye contact. Her
stomach lurched, heart pounded, and every muscle in her body tightened, fueled
with blood now scorching through her veins. His penetrating appraisal affected
her so. When his eyes took on a smoldering glint, her skin tingled and a
red-hot awareness grew between her thighs.
He broke the
stare and continued to assess the audience. She gasped, not realizing she had
been holding her breath, and panted while she tried to breathe at a normal
He turned on
robust legs and strode to a guitar stand. She tore her eyes from him to note
the other gargoyles. They, too, had shifted into the form of striking males.
One had black hair draped further down his back, one had long blond hair, and
two had reddish-brown hair—one wavy and shaggy, the other straight. They took
their place at other instruments. She sought the guitarist again and caught the
first sound of the pick striking the strings. On hearing the guitar projected
through the amp, the crowd roared again, pressing Kayla forward.
The freak show
was about to begin.
flooded the musicians, powered by solar panels near a massive amplifier. The
guitarist continued playing and the others joined in, playing a raucous
crossover between hard rock and heavy metal. The one with long blond hair
grabbed hold of the microphone and belted out a shattering cry that sounded
like a call to battle. The crowd went pin drop silent to listen and then
cheered in unison as the band played on. The front man sang piercing growls and
low croons about the Knights in Stone, the protectors of the ancient forests,
battling against the evil tree witches.
About Lisa Carlisle:
Lisa Carlisle is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance
and suspense. She loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent,
caring heroines. Her travels have provided her with inspiration for
various settings in her novels, including deployments while she served in the
Marines. She lived in Parris Island, the California desert, and Okinawa, Japan.
She also backpacked alone through Europe, and lived in Paris, France, as an au
pair before returning to the U.S. and buying a book store. She now lives and
works in New England with her husband, two children, a cat, and many
Connect with Lisa:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LisaCBooks - @lisacbooks
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/lisacarlisleauthor
Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Carlisle/e/B009C7T8L4/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1413555884&sr=8-2-ent
Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Carlisle/e/B009C7T8L4/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1413555884&sr=8-2-ent
Thanks Lisa for sharing,
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The Saxon Bride buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Saxon-Bride-Norman-Conquest-ebook/dp/B00M08LCJI/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=8-1&qid=1411140570
Blurb: In war torn England the battle lines between Saxon and Norman are clearly drawn. The Saxons must fight for everything they have in the hopes of winning their country back from the Normans who are determined to break their resistance. Rowena Godwinson, the sole remaining member of the defeated royal family, stands proudly against the Normans that would trample them underfoot.
When the new King decrees she marry a powerful Norman knight, her subjugation appears to be complete. The handsome soldier with the kind brown eyes and gentle touch is a threat to her determination to defy the interlopers. Can she hold firm to her Saxon heritage and refuse to give in to his advances?
John of Normandy resists marriage and wants only to prove himself worthy of William's trust but when rewarded by King William with the gift of an earldom and a Saxon bride, he balks at marriage, driven by the guilt of knowing her father died by his sword. However, John's reluctance is soon replaced by a deep desire to please this woman and win her over as well as her people.
As their people look to them for guidance and peace, can John and Rowena find a love that unites all of England?
Bio: Always an avid romance reader herself, Ashley York enjoys bringing history to life through vibrant and meaningful characters, writing historical romance novels full of passion and intrigue set in the 11th and 12th century British Isles. Her newest release, The Saxon Bride, is the first in the Norman Conquest series.
When she is not writing, talking about writing, or thinking about writing, Ashley relaxes with visits to the local pubs listening to live Celtic tunes. She lives in southern New England with her husband and 3 very spoiled animals.
A Norman. I have been given to a Norman to wife.
Rowena Godwinson, daughter of the late Earl of Essex and the last living member of that powerful Saxon family, stood before her reflection in the polished brass. The wedding gown passed down through three generations of Godwin women before her, draped softly across the shoulders, skimming down her waist and falling over the tips of her deerskin slippers. She blinked back with vacant eyes.
Fear tripped up her spine and her stomach clenched. She had lived among the victors for nigh on five years now. Their disdain for her people was quite obvious. Now the man who had usurped her own uncle as rightful king at the Battle of Hastings had ordered her to marry. With both parents dead, she was his ward.
Rowena clenched her teeth and turned to the window. She glimpsed the slate roof of the chapel beyond the trees where the nuptials would take place this very day. Her family's chapel. Countless celebrations with uncles, close friends, and more cousins than she could name, had taken place there. Those were happy years.
Rowena looked at the drawn face of her handmaiden, Joan. The blonde sheen of her hair, long gone with the stress of the circumstances and occupation they were all forced to live under.
Joan gulped. "Do you think he will be kind to you? Tonight, I mean?"
Rowena's breath caught in her throat. The marriage bed. How would her husband treat her? With kindness? As her husband, he gained much by this union. A lot of responsibility, yes, but also power. Some men loved power.
She tipped her chin up.
"I believe he will be kind as I will give him no reason not to be."
Joan's eyes rounded. Rowena smiled tightly.
"Fear not, Joan. I will be amicable."
"My lady, would that I could impart upon you my own knowledge, but I have none. Your mother's death before she prepared you leaves you in a bad way."
"Perhaps he will be a gentle man. John." His name was all she knew.
"Yes, my lady. He is one of William's most trusted knights."
"A warrior." Rowena's tone was flat and for an instant she saw again her father. Cold and dead. Blood all around. She forced the memory aside. "Then he will be a good protector."
"Yes, but of whom?"
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
TITLE – The Wolf SERIES – The Keeper Saga AUTHOR – K.R. Thompson GENRE – Historical Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – 07-24-14 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 53 pages COVER ARTIST – Keri Knutson, Alchemy Book Covers
Their secret has been safe for hundreds of years, a legacy and legend that has been carefully kept by six guardians. They are known as the Keepers. But before the legend of the Keepers—came the Wolf.
Once upon a time, there lived a man whose fate would rest with two sisters. One will hold his heart. With her, he discovers a love that will last forever, though it will come with a price.
From the other sister, he will learn fortitude as he discovers that she holds the power to destroy all he holds dear. For as easily as one sister captures his heart, the other has found the way to trap his soul.
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One mountain stood off in the distance. Its peak was the highest. It grazed the heavens. It was the closest point that he could get to his love, now in the inky, deep black sky. It seemed it would be the perfect place to make his presence—and his demands—known. The trip up the mountain took a great deal of the night, his strength had waned, but anger and determination pushed him up to the giant boulder, far above, jutting out into the night air. The moon was beyond his reach—so close, yet, so far away. Swift Foot stood on the edge of the rock. A cool breeze greeted him, brushing softly against his cheek. He felt Shining Star had sent the breeze to touch him. “I am here,” he told her softly, looking up into the sky. Then, he took a deep breath, and announced loudly to the Great Spirit, “I have come to speak to you.” The breeze was replaced with a sudden burst of warm air, an acknowledgement of sorts. He took a step forward, feeling the balls of his feet touch the edge of the rock. He was close now. “You will put me there with her or I will die!” The raw emotion caused his voice to crack, but he knew the Great Spirit heard his demand. A lightning bolt cracked from a cloudless sky in front of him, striking the ground below. No whispering voices came to his mind or thundering ones either. It seemed the Great Spirit wasn’t in the mood for negotiations. It wasn’t the response Swift Foot had wished to hear or see. Still, he stood on the rock, while his love watched him from her place in the heavens. That was just as well, Swift Foot decided. He would be with her soon, with or without any help. He would never spend a day without her. Another lightning strike lit up the sky as he lifted his arms out, and fell…
K.R. Thompson was raised in the Appalachian Mountains. She resides in southwestern Virginia with her husband, son, three cats and an undeterminable amount of chickens.
An avid reader and firm believer in the magic of nature, she spends her nights either reading an adventure or writing one.
She still watches for evidence of Bigfoot in the mud of Wolf Creek.
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