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Why Free??
Soooooo, I’ve re-written two of my old fanfics, and they are now available as FREE READS. You can download them directly from this blog. (See the tab at the top with Free-Reads PDF – go there and click on the links.)
I’m not posting this to enter into any P2P debate, because well, I’m just not. If you would like to rant about the ethics or popularity of P2P, please click on the little red x in the top right corner of your screen. Thanks.
So why am I doing this?
Short answer is: I wanted these characters to live a new life, and because they were free once, they shall remain free.
Now for the long answer: I don’t care about P2P. If you want to publish something you wrote once upon a time with different names, then go right ahead. If you want to strip naked and run through the street, go right ahead. If you want to wear your undies on the outside, on your head, or not at all, go right ahead.
I don’t care.
I personally feel (and I say that, because it’s just my opinion) people can do whatever the hell they want. It’s not my place to judge, or to be judged. I’m a live-and-let-live kinda person.
I’ve decided to use these re-written fanfics as Free-Reads, because it suits me. Yes, I wanted these characters to live again, but for me personally, I didn’t feel comfortable in charging for them.
That doesn’t mean I’m pro or anti anything.
It’s just what suited me.
And just so you all know, rewriting these stories cost me both time and money. I had to pay for the cover pictures (so as to not infringe on any copyright) and some very good people spent hours helping with editing.
When I say rewritten, not only are the names and locations different (obviously) but I’ve also changed from present tense to past tense, and with over 120K words, it was a long and arduous task. There are bound to be typos and errors, so just ignore them. Deal with it, and read them for what they are, which is free.
But with all that said, yes, offering these stories as free-reads also gives new readers the opportunity to get a taste of my writing for free. It also is a bit of a thank you for those who have stuck with me, and supported me. A little gift, from me to you, if you will.
Like I said before, I won’t be entering into any kind of debate on P2P. Any and all ranty comments regarding the issue will be ignored and/or deleted.
Now for the love of God, enough with the serious stuff. Go click on the links and enjoy some good m/m loving!!!!
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Winner of Three’s Company Give-Away
The lucky reader, who posted a comment on the Three’s Company Give-Away is…
LIZ!!!!!!
Once again, I asked my 10 year old daughter to help. With 16 comments, I asked her to choose a number between 1-16 and she chose the number 6!!!
Liz you will have mail soon 🙂
Thanks again to everyone who replied and commented, and thanks for the ongoing support.
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Guest Post – S.A. McAuley
I want to welcome S.A. McAuley to my blog today!! She’s here to talk about her brand new release, out today!! It’s called An Immovable Solitude, and it’s available from Silver Publishing.
Title: An Immovable SolitudeAuthor Name: S.A. McAuleyRelease Date: October 27, 2012Purchase Link: An Immovable SolitudeAuthor Links: Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/authorsamcauleyTwitter – @AuthorSAMcAuley
Email – authorsamcauley (at) gmail.com
Kindlegraph – http://www.kindlegraph.com/authors/AuthorSAMcAuley
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/authorsamcauley
Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/author/samcauleyBio: Sam sleeps little, reads a lot. Happiest in a foreign country. Twitchy when not mentally in motion. Send her a picture and a song and she’s bound to write a story about it. And yes, that’s an invitation.Excerpt:Chapter OneThe boat pitched from side to side as the deckhands struggled to lower the rattling cage against the hull. The sky was a cloudless indigo blue, and the stars were beginning to blink out in rings as sunrise pushed past the horizon. The air was unseasonably warm, which lowered the chances of this being a productive trip, but I wasn’t going to complain. I loved summers in the Cape.The waters of Van Dyks Bay were generally erratic, consistent in their inconsistency, and there were days I wanted to ignore the weather and wave report and just chance it, setting sail for Dyer Island without planning for what to expect. But this was our boat, our company, and we had a reputation that ensured us a steady stream of tourists.“Oy! Hash! We need help securing the lines out here, hey?”Abraham’s voice called to me from the stern, where he and two of the deckhands pulled at ropes used to fasten the cage to the side of the boat. The waves were too strong for divers to climb in just yet, but the wind was slowly dying and soon the pitch of the boat would turn to a slow, hypnotic roll. I left the tiny wheelhouse and helped them tie off lines, relishing the salt spray that hit each time the boat bottomed out on a wave.We struggled to secure the cage, and Abraham switched to Afrikaans as we worked. It was my second language, but the mother tongue for most of our crew, and when things became tense, as they did now, the tourists wouldn’t understand one word we said to each other. The cage finally settled into the grooves worn into the hull from countless trips, and we fastened it tightly. Behind us, the divers talked nervously with each other, surveying the bay with suspicion, fear, excitement, or a mix of all three. They were already clad in thick wetsuits, masks hung around their necks or gripped tightly in fists. Abraham tugged at the ropes, checking them before turning to me and nodding.“Let’s give it another ten,” I replied to the question he hadn’t asked. “I’d like it to be a bit calmer.”I stopped to chat up the group of divers on my way to the wheelhouse. We had ten on board today, a full charter. As usual, it was a mix of nationalities and ages: six women and four men on an escorted tour of South Africa. The women today were especially flirtatious, and like any smart captain looking to see his business grow, I took the time to talk with each of them before moving on. Kerry liked to tease me I enjoyed this part of my job a little too much.I wore my usual blue and silver board shorts hung low on my hips, with feet and chest bare. I leant down to speak intimately to the women, my smile flashing, my laugh genuine. My blond hair, just a touch on the long side, fell into my eyes and one of the ladies looked as if she wanted to push it back. I never discouraged it if they tried. I gave my excuses, begging off with the list of duties I had to complete. I pointed at Abraham and told them my boss made me work too hard. Abraham grinned and shook his head; he’d seen this too many times. Yet he still laughed, because both of us knew who the boss really was even though at twenty-seven, I didn’t look old enough to have my own company.More importantly Abraham knew I wasn’t interested in any of them. No matter how free, easy, or beautiful they were. I had a gorgeous man, my partner in every sense of the word, waiting for me back at our shop.Nothing about me proclaimed my sexuality; I’d never been loud about being gay. Most days, it was the least of what defined me. But I’d never hidden it either. For some, my choice to live with my sexual orientation as secondary, like every straight person had the pleasure of doing, was unsettling. So they made assumptions when it would’ve been easier to ask. But for most, especially the tourists, I was little more than eye candy. Someone pleasant-looking to flirt with when away from home.The nervous anticipation of the divers relaxed as the winds died and the waves settled the boat into a gentle sway. The sun crested over the mountains to the east, chasing the rest of the stars away. Abraham gave his standard greeting and instructions before the first divers dropped into the cage. The energy of the tourists was palpable, pulling smiles from the tired crew.We’d all been up for hours already, prepping the boat and supplies, and performing equipment checks. This moment―when Abraham, with a twitch of his lips, asked the inevitable question, “Who wants to go first?”―was my second favourite part of the workday. Nervous laughter skittered between the tourists, and Dominick, our videographer, circled them, capturing their reactions for a personalised DVD we would sell to them after the trip. Today, it was an American who stepped forwards, a goofy grin plastered across his face. He immediately put the rest of the tourists at ease as he joked about who would get his wife if he didn’t make it out.I leant against the helm and pulled out my cell. A green light blinked at the corner and I flipped it open to read the text.Howzit?I chuckled. Three years after his arrival in South Africa and Kerry still hadn’t mastered the basic slang. He’d attempted it enough times that I knew he was asking how the charter was going, but the actual meaning of what he’d asked was “how are you?”Lekker was my one-word reply: Excellent. We both spent so much time dealing with tourists that we usually had to curb the use of slang. But when it was just the two of us, jokes about the differences between his Irish English and my South African English were common.I heard gasps and a scattering of loud curses and knew the first great white had been sighted. I peeked out of the wheelhouse to where the deckhands were tossing a fish head into the water. They dragged it back to the boat, drawing the shark closer to the cage. My cell pinged.I can’t drag my ass out of bed.He was lying. I’d heard his footsteps on the wood floors, walking from the bedroom into the shower, as I’d left early this morning. He would be in the shop now, hunched over his desk, coffee cup in hand, his black hair most likely dishevelled from running his fingers through it while he reconciled the monthly accounts. His work today wouldn’t be complicated, he was too organised for that, but it would be tedious and that drove Kerry mad. He needed to be constantly entertained, and I favoured the days I spent discovering new ways to keep him occupied and interested.It’s right where I want it, hey? I texted back.The tourist group was all smiles now, enthralled with the gigantic beast cutting lazily through the water around them. Selling the DVDs was going to be easy today. Abraham and the deckhands had the divers taken care of, the water had calmed to a leisurely roll, and the heat from the sun was tempered by a gentle breeze from the south. Newborn seal pups barked from the island off our bow. It was the birth of these young that had attracted the great whites back to Dyer Island and Van Dyks Bay despite the warmer waters, driving larger tourist groups our way to the point where we’d added a second boat and hoped to receive government approval for a third next year.If you don’t want your books to balance this month, Erik Hash was his response.He was using my full name. Not a good sign. I typed backFrustrated already?He replied before I could look up I’d rather be on the boat.I let out a low whistle. If he wanted to be on the boat more than in the shop, that meant he was more than frustrated. Kerry hated the sharks as much as I loved them. I’d met him three years ago when he’d walked onto my uncle’s boat with his sister, Kelle, in tow, and I knew then I would do anything to have him. It took me one day to get him into my bed, but almost a year before I knew he loved me as much as I loved him. Kerry and Kelle were only supposed to stay in the Cape for a week, and then move on to Durban, over to Johannesburg, and eventually into Botswana. After our first night together, Kerry decided not to leave Van Dyks Bay and Kelle reluctantly stayed on.Worry lines creased my forehead as I tried to formulate a response. Kerry had been more distant than usual the last couple of days. I didn’t expect him to be overtly emotional anytime; it just wasn’t him. He was reserved, calm, and introverted, the opposite of me, but lately he’d been more withdrawn than usual. I knew he was joking when he said he would rather be on the boat, but I read the underlying annoyance in that statement and I doubted it had anything to do with reconciling the finances. Kerry was working through something and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was bigger than he was letting on.A collective gasp came from outside the wheelhouse and I grinned, an old joy filling me with each satisfied shriek that erupted from the deck, pulling my thoughts away from Kerry. I felt the boat pitch as the thundering footsteps of the divers followed the shark from aft to stern. It was rare I made a trip out near Dyer Island without spotting one of the apex predators, but my excitement never waned, and my admiration for their ancient power and beauty never faltered. I was seven years old again each time I connected with the black eyes of these stunning creatures.What was I doing sequestering myself in the wheelhouse? There was nothing I could do for Kerry until the charter was done. We were on the sharks. I threw my cell into my hoodie hung by the door, and stepped out onto the deck. There were two divers in the cage, three standing where it was anchored next to the boat, and two on the bow. Feet shuffled above my head on the second level of the boat where the rest of the divers were chatting happily as they clicked off pictures.Abraham sidled up next to me, put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed affectionately. His bone-white teeth stood out against the deep blackness of his skin and a jovial smile told me it was a good sighting. The silver streaks he’d developed in his hair over the last two years made him even more handsome.“How big?”“Almost four metres,” Abraham said, pointing at the shark on the aft side. “There’s a three metre juvenile creeping around as well.”We made our way behind the cage, where a deckhand tossed chum into the water, bribing the sharks to stay with our boat. There were two other companies doing the same bait and view routine with their own tourists so we had to keep the sharks occupied or risk losing them to one of the boats that sat a respectable distance away. I peered into the water as I saw the large shadow draw closer. I slid my polarised glasses over my eyes to block out the glare of sun on the waves and felt my breath hitch when the larger one came into view.The sides of the shark were scarred from the number of mating seasons it had been through, the twisted patchwork of white a testament to its age. It cut gracefully through the water past the cage, ignoring the divers in the cage that were pushing as far back against the metal as possible, and yet it was obvious the shark was aware of everything happening around it. It had decided we weren’t a threat long before it showed up alongside the boat. These creatures were cunning, intelligent, and ancient. I knew the black of their eyes almost as well as the green of Kerry’s.The deckhand pulling the fish yanked it closer to the cage and the water surged as the juvenile crashed towards the floating fish head. The divers next to the cage jumped back with a cry of surprise, while the deckhands, Abraham, and I laughed until we were nearly crying. We’d seen the shadow underneath the water as the smaller one moved in. I put my arms around the shoulders of two of the divers at the side of the boat. The petite wife of the American man pulled me closer. Her wetsuit was soaked since she’d just exited the cage.“You see that bro over there with the video camera?” I pointed them towards Dominick so he could get a good shot of their faces after the surprise. “He’s much more dangerous than the juvenile softie out there.”Dominick winked, and they twittered and blushed.“See, I told you. Sharks are incredibly evolved predators, but you shouldn’t fear them. They are shy, deliberate hunters and will rarely attack except when hunting. They will never attack the cage. Dom, on the other hand, you need to watch those teeth.”Before I could slip my arms from around their shoulders, the American woman looked at me in amazement. Her teeth chattered. “I don’t know whether to be frightened or amazed. You really love them don’t you? The sharks?”“I do. There is more to be amazed of than frightened of. Listen to Abraham. He’ll sell you.”I excused myself and left my co-captain to do his work. While my brain was filled with all kinds of arcane and useless trivia about sharks and their appearances on TV and in movies, Abraham had been a part of my uncle’s research crew for years and could answer the important questions about shark biology and habits. Turning this part over to him was also carefully choreographed after our years of working together. I had a tendency to spout off about the evil that was TV’s Shark Week if given half a chance. Okay, any chance. But it also gave me time to do what I really loved to do, which was watch the sharks.I sat in the stern with the deckhands and cut up chum. It was the perfect vantage point to watch the juvenile great white stay a deferential distance from the larger shark, which only circled back once the divers had calmed down and a fresh bucket of blood was dumped into the water. I watched the shark until I felt an itch to check on Kerry.Back in the wheelhouse, I pulled out my cell and texted Okay?I stared at the phone, waiting for a reply. I could picture him trying to think how to respond, of typing something and then erasing it. I closed my eyes and paid attention to the rolling of the waves beneath the boat, letting them rock me. The sun pouring through the wheelhouse window on to my shoulders and face, warm salt air filtering in through the open windows, and the rhythmic sound of the waves against the hull helped calm my worry over Kerry. I don’t know how long I stood there, mesmerised and half asleep, before my cell pinged again.Just need more coffee. And your ass back in bed.Only a couple more hours and I would be happy to oblige him on the second part. Because getting off the boat and coming home to Kerry, even after three years, was still my favourite part of the day.****An Immovable Solitude – The Birth of a PlaylistI can’t write without music. CANNOT.Especially with as many projects as I work on at one time, a playlist is necessary to keep me in the head space of my characters. I started writing An Immovable Solitude (out tomorrow!!) almost a year ago. The story started as a 25k novella that I couldn’t get out of my head even when I typed “The End.”Soon after finishing that draft and sending it off to beta readers, I ran across the song “The Ocean” by The Bravery. The lyrics and music hit me like a heavyweight punch to the kidney. That song is Erik and Kerry’s journey. Then my beta readers, one by one, all without talking to each other, said they needed more to the story.So I started writing again. And I became obsessive about creating the right playlist. Thank you, Pandora.I never could have finished An Immovable Solitude without the music of that playlist. My iTunes count on that list is dangerously close to three digits now.For the rest of my life, these songs will be Erik, Kerry, Kelle, and Abraham. They will bring me back to the sharks, back to the ocean. To the raw desperation of solitude, and the immovability of hope and love.
Intro – The Xx
Lake Michigan – Rogue Wave
Daylight – Matt & Kim
Brainy – The National
Adagio for Strings – New Zealand Symphony Orchestra
Go It Alone – Beck
Got Nuffin – Spoon
Rest of Years (Demo) – The National
High and Dry – Radiohead
Rebellion (Lies) – Arcade Fire
Rolling in the Deep (Live) – Linkin Park
To Start a New – The Perishers
Swimming In the Flood – Passion Pit
So Long, Lonesome – Explosions In the Sky
Barton Hollow – The Civil Wars
Smoke – Alkaline Trio
Time Won’t Let Me Go (Sun Version) – The Bravery
Home – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
1901 – Phoenix
The Ocean (Sun Version) – The Bravery
The Ocean (Moon Version) – The BraveryHere’s to finding hope in the darkest of nights (and a kickass soundtrack to get you through it).Sam****Thanks again to Sam, for taking over my blog today, and congratulations on a wonderful new book! The cover is one of the best I’ve seen EVER.Do yourself a favour and check this book out. It really is a remarkable read. -
Photo Album for Three’s Company
With the release of Three’s Company just hours away, I thought I’d share their photo album!
We’ll start with the resort…
The Beach
Adam’s Bar
The Restaurant at Night
The Inside Reception Area
Outside Wil’s Room
Inside Wil’s Room
The Pool and Courtyard
And for the boys themselves…
Wilson Curtis
Adam Preston
Simon Stanford
And last but not least, Adam’s t-shirt
These are not my photos, I don’t have the rights to any of them. If you want something removed, please ask, and I’ll be happy to. -
A real-life "throuple"
Here’s an amazing article on life in a “real-life throuple” – Benny Morecock, of Cockyboys fame, and his two live-in boyfriends, Jason and Adrian*. (link below)
It tells of how an existing couple met and introduced a third man into their nine-year relationship, not too unlike how my characters Simon and Adam accepted newcommer Wil into their lives.
I almost wish this article had been released while I was writing Three’s Company, but unfortunately it was only released in nymag.com after I’d subbed it. Not that it would have changed the story in any way, but it would have reinforced in my mind that what my three boys were going through was not only possible, but very real.
This article tells how these three men live together, and how the dynamics work, from how needs are met to sleeping arrangements.
It’s a no holds barred look into a “throuple” as they call it, or a loving, polygamous relationship.
Photo: Daniel Restrepo
I know there’s a stigma attached to poly relationships, but I thought this article was really appropriate for my story, Three’s Company. I would love for you to check out this amazing look into an amazing kind of love, by clicking on the link below.He & He & He by Molly Young
*Adrian is not his real name
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Guest Post – Kerry Freeman – Explaining Slash to the Unintiated
Explaining Slash to the Uninitiated – by Kerry Freeman
Yesterday I was at the local salon indulging in my one truly girly activity: getting a manicure. (I’m pretty sure people see me in my goofy t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers and wonder why in the world I have such awesome nails. I don’t know why. I just like it, okay?)As I was paying my bill, some of the stylists and I were talking about my upcoming trip to Albuquerque for GayRomLit. One lady looked at me and asked, “How did you end up writing gay romance anyway?”Ah, such a long story…And I basically blamed it on slash. Of course, most people don’t know what the hell I’m talking about when I say that (but I know y’all do). So I explained it this way:“Fan fiction is taking the characters from someone else’s book or movie or TV show and writing your own story about them.”She nodded. She understood that.“And slash is taking two (usually heterosexual) characters and writing stories about them as a gay couple.”She tilted her head and squinted at me. I’d lost her.“For example, people write stories about Kirk and Spock in Star Trek. I happen to like stories about Edward and Jacob in Twilight and Harry and Draco in Harry Potter.”Still squinting, she asked if I ever wrote anything else.It’s hard to explain about the voices in your head without sounding like a nutjob, but I did it anyway. “I used to, but most of the voices in my head are men. I write men better than women.”Yep, there it was: the “oh God, I’m talking to a psycho” look. This is usually the point in the conversation when people say, “Oh, how nice,” and begin to back away from me slowly.My husband says that maybe I should not be so forthcoming with people I barely know. He hates to imagine that anyone would think his blushing bride is not all there mentally.Awww. Isn’t that sweet? He doesn’t realize that everyone probably thinks that already 😉Still, while some people are put off by the entire concept of slash, many more are intrigued to discover that someone somewhere also thinks that Iron Man and Captain America have more than a bromance going. Me, I’m all about Captain Jack Harkness and the Tenth Doctor.Who are your favorite slash pairings?—-Thank you N.R. for having me on your blog! And everyone, please visit the tour kickoff post (http://kerryfreeman.com/2012/10/pine-tar-sweet-tea-virtual-tour-kickoff/) to enter the super-duper tour giveaway. -
Guest Post – Meeting Kerry Freeman
I’d love to introduce Kerry Freeman to my blog!You know the adage “Birds of a feather…” yeah, well, we authors flock together. Sometimes called networking, sometimes called sound-boarding, sometimes called people who have voices in their heads talking to other people who have voices in their heads… or something like that…Kerry is a fellow writer, who I met through fanfiction, and through a friend *waves to Bella Leone* and I’m pleased to have her guest posting on my blog today.She’s had a new release this week, and we’re here to talk about it. But first, let’s get to know the woman behind the Southern accent…The Short VersionAuthor. Southerner. Geek. Writer of romance, believer in HEA. Positive there’s nothing better than shrimp & grits and red velvet cake.The Longer VersionKerry was born and raised in Alabama, and she grew up swearing she was going to get the hell out of Dodge the instant she could. Turns out Dodge ain’t so bad, and she never left. Alabama’s version of a city girl, she married a country boy, and the adorkable couple lives in a small town with their two socially awkward dogs.Kerry loves to write about love, and it turns out most of the voices in her head are men. She also loves to write about the South, so most of her stories end up there, one way or another.A tomboy and a geek from way back, Kerry has a day job but dreams she will one day write full time. She has a weakness for yaoi, Japanese stationery, YA, and ginger-haired singers from Britain. She owns an impressive t-shirt collection. Nowaki & Hiroki are her homeboys.Links**** -
Best Romance of 2012
Both of my stories, Point of No Return and Taxes and TARDIS have been nominated in the Best Romance of 2012 list on Goodreads!!!!
You can vote now!
As of 23 August, Taxes and TARDIS was at 45 and Point of No Return was at 47!!!
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AND THE WINNER IS…
Yvette!!
How did I choose a random reviewer, you ask??
I had 26 reviews, and asked my 10 year old daughter to pick a number between 1 and 26. She picked 9, so I took the 9th reply.
And Presto!!
Yvette, I have your email address and will forward you a copy of Point of No Return on the 18th!!
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Starting From Scratch – RJ Scott’s Anniversary Blog Hop
I’m participating in RJ Scott’s blog hop, celebrating her two year anniversary of writing m/m. 🙂
So, I’ve titled my post Starting From Scratch…
Because that’s what I did.
I started from scratch.
It’s no surprise I wrote fanfiction prior to original fiction, and I’ve found a LOT of other authors did too, once upon a time, in a range of different fandoms.
For me, it was how I learned and grew as a writer. I started out writing m/f and then found m/m (slash) and never looked back. But in starting to write original fiction and having my first works published this year, I have realized something…
I didn’t know the first thing about writing.
So I wrote some cute fanfiction stories about some cute boys, and people liked them. I had some great reviews, great feedback and, all in all, it was a very positive and fun experience.
So, armed with two years of said experience in writing fanfiction, and a somewhat delusional opinion that I knew what I was doing, I took a leap of faith and decided to write original m/m for publication.
And boy, what a steep learning curve it’s been.
The truth is, my fanfiction writing experience counted for very little in writing original fiction. Essentially, I was starting from scratch. Sure, I knew the mechanics of story writing, I knew the importance of plot and structure and character development, but I’ve really been amazed at just how very little I know about writing.
And that’s a really, really good thing.
I figure the day I stop learning about writing, and how to be a better writer, is the day I should give it away.
I wouldn’t change my fanfiction history even if I could. I loved every minute of it, and it in itself was a learning process. I like to think of it as a stepping stone on my path to further my writing. I learned a lot from fanfiction, but I’ve learned, and continue to learn, in as little as six months, a billion times more from writing original fiction than I could have imagined.
The editing process, in particular, has been mind-blowing. You know the saying It takes a village? Yeah well, it does. And then some.
From a draft version, to the release of the ebook, a story (with Silver, in particular) is edited, edited again, and again, and again. I learned to take every comment positively, because with every correction, suggestion and adaption, the story gets stronger.
I’m learning to look for what the editor/s sees, what the reader sees, and how to improve as I write. Though I don’t assume to master this process any time soon. (Disclaimer: The teeny, tiny and equally devastating comma will be the bane of my existence FOREVER.) lol
So that being said, I have four manuscripts being released this year so far. My first release, Taxes and TARDIS, while released first, was not my first submission. The first original fiction I wrote and submitted was in fact Point of No Return, which is scheduled for release on August 18th – just one week away!
I also have my third ebook scheduled for release in October, and then my fourth in November. Needless to say, it’s been a busy six months. But I’ve loved it, and can safely say I’ve found a home at Silver Publishing. Their networks are fantastic, they’re helpful, friendly and professional, and the cover-art is the best there is.
I’m still very much a newbie to writing original fiction, and I presume I will be for quite some time. And to anyone who wants to try their hand at writing, my suggestion is this: Never stop writing, and most importantly, never stop learning.
Now for the fun part…
POINT OF NO RETURN GIVE-AWAY
To celebrate the release of my new novel, and the opportunity RJ Scott has given me, I’d like to offer Point of No Return in ebook format as a promotional give-away to one lucky reader! All you need to do is leave a comment to this post on my blog, and a winner will be randomly chosen on Sunday, 12 August 2012 and you’ll be sent Point of No Return, on the release day, being 18th August 2012!
It’s that simple!!
Now for the blog hopping!! A link to RJ Scott’s blog is HERE. Please check out all the other blog hops from other awesome authors!!
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