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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Thanks for the Memories!

The video above says it all. We are saying farewell, but we are also celebrating this blog and the authors who have contributed so much to bring you delightful books at a bargain price.

We are leaving, but our body of work remains. The blog and all its content will remain here so feel free to visit and read the articles and to send your friends this way.

If you are an existing reader, we thank you for taking the time to read our heartfelt articles.

If this is your first time visiting, make yourself at home. There is a treasury of wonderful articles here. When you finish browsing, follow us to our respective blogs and websites.

Below, you will find the Authors Honor Roll, a list in alphabetical order, of this Blog's Authors, with website links. You'll find Buy Links on the authors' respective webpages. Please come visit us!

AUTHORS HONOR ROLL

Stephanie Burkhart
  • Website: http://www.stephanieburkhart.com
  • Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/StephanieBurkhartAuthor
  • Twitter: http://twitter.com/StephBurkhart
  • Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4031660.Stephanie_Burkhart
Caroline Clemmons
Morgan Mandel
  • Website: http://www.morganmandel.com
  • Chick Lit Website: http://www.chicklitfaves.com
  • Blog: http://morgansbooklinks.blogspot.com
  • Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/morganmandel
Mary Marvella
  • Website: http://www.MaryMarvella.com
  • Blog: http://www.pinkfuzzyslipperwriters,blogspot.com
  • Website: http://www.gildeddragonflybooks.com
  • Blog: http://www.gildeddragonflybooks.wordpress.com
P. L. Parker
  • Website: http://www.plparker.com/
  •  Blog: http://www.plparker.blogspot.com/
  •  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1469668244&ref=tn_tnmn
  •  Twitter: https://twitter.com/PLParker
Joan Reeves
  • Website: http://www.JoanReeves.com
  • Blog: http://SlingWords.blogspot.com
  • Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/joanreeves
  • Twitter: @JoanReeve
Juli D. Revezzo
  • Website: http://julidrevezzo.com
    Mona Risk
    • Website: http://www.monarisk.com
    • Blog: http://www.monarisk.blogspot.com
    • Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MonaRisk#!/pages/Mona-Risk-Author/277900165576753
    • Twitter: @MonaRiskS
    Helen Scott Taylor
    • Website: http://www.helenscotttaylor.co.uk/
    • Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/helenscotttaylor?ref=tn_tnmn
    • Twitter: https://twitter.com/helenscotttaylo
    Vijaya Schartz
    • Website: http://www.vijayaschartz.com

    Post Script

    It has been a delight to provide you with great articles and book excerpts. Thanks for the memories!

    Friday, April 12, 2013

    Win a free eBook reader from BOOKS WE LOVE - by Vijaya Schartz

    SINCE I DO NOT HAVE A NEW BOOK COMING UNTIL SEPTEMBER, HERE IS A CONTEST YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS:



    Kindle Paperwhite    Nook Simple Touch      Kobo Touch
      
     

     Books We Love is celebrating Spring by giving away an eBook Reader. On June 15th one lucky winner will receive his or her choice of the pictured readers, Kindle Paperwhite, Nook Simple Touch, or Kobo Touch. All you have to do is sign up! Find the entry form here:
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    Thursday, April 11, 2013

    Fond Farewell by Joan Reeves

    We, the Authors of this blog, are celebrating our body of work. We've been writing this blog for more than 2 years. Some of us have been here from the beginning. Others went their separate ways long ago, and new authors joined.

    Now, we are 11 strong. We eleven have decided to say farewell while we're on top of our blog game. We aren't leaving the blog world. We are leaving all the posts in place to feel free to share our blog link with anyone. The content will always be here. We invite you to follow us to our respective individual blogs and websites.

    Sweet Sorrow

    Parting is such sweet sorrow, but we're going to focus on the sweet part, not the sorrowful part.

    Please join us on April 15 at 6pm CDT for a special post and a video about this blog's authors. If you want to see the video -- So Long 99cent eBooks Blog -- just click. Next week the video will be embedded and take the place of the book carousel you now see.

    Post Script

    Thank you for reading us. Remember, the content stays so feel free to direct your friends to this blog.

    (Joan Reeves writes Sassy, Sexy Contemporary Romance like her latest release SCENTS and SENSUALITY, available at Amazon, Nook, iTunes, Kobo and other ebook sellers. Joan's audiobooks are available at Audible and iTunes. Joan publishes Writing Hacks, a free subscription newsletter for writers, and Wordplay, a free subscription newsletter for readers.)

    Wednesday, April 10, 2013

    Lessons from a Wise Old Woman!




     
     
    I’ve been living with a dilemma for the last few days and it made me wonder how others might cope with the same situation.

    I’ve been involved in helping my older parents move into a lodge for seniors and it’s taken weeks to help them sort out all their “stuff”.  What to take?  What to give away?  Or in many instances throw away? As much as I personally think some of the things they’ve chosen to take with them aren’t worth keeping, I’ve been taught a very important lesson.

    The expensive articles like antiques, jewelry and fancy expensive dishes have been easily given up. My siblings and I were asked – no – begged to take anything we wanted, which wasn’t much since we all have too much of our own “stuff”. Therefore, Mom decided that she was more than happy for us to take these things to an antique shop or goldsmiths and sell them.

    What she wouldn’t part with turned out to be what I considered trashy trinkets. A faded stuffed elephant she’d gotten from my brother. An old ashtray, cracked on one side my dad won for her many years ago at a fair. A collection of angels she’d received as gifts from friends over the years which were mostly cheap and even gaudy. The list goes on and on and….  

    It was these types of belongings she fought for when I explained for the umpteenth time that there was only one closet in the apartment and very little space for storage. The scads of photographs of people who were long gone, the many letters received over the years – these boxes had to be made to fit into that one closet somehow because they weren’t to be left behind. My questions of – how many times have you taken these letters and photographs out to look at them – didn’t compute. That had nothing to do with the fact that to her they were priceless and she needed them nearby.

    The lesson I learnt from these last weeks reminded me of the drawers I have in my own home crammed with this same type of memorabilia. Maybe mine is newer now, but when I’m her age it’ll be old then. To my children it’ll be more rubbish that needs to be taken and stuffed somewhere when there’s no room. But to me it’ll be my precious memories. Then I’ll remember my mother and the lesson she taught me. What really is important to a wise old woman.

     


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    Wednesday, April 3, 2013

    Pricey Advertising - Should I or Shouldn't I?



    I’ve just taken a workshop on how to promote with Google Ads and I find everything about that type of advertisement overwhelming. The costs are really high and I’m thinking maybe I’m not quite ready to spend that kind of money right now.

    My promoter has warned our group that unless we have a consistent ranking of #5,000 or less on any book, we should not put our prices up past 99 cents. Sadly, all my books are priced at – you got it - the bargain price of
    99 cents!!

    It’s hard to stop myself from marking them up when I see competition pricing their books at $2.99 and $3.99, but then I check their ranking, and in most cases, I get it. It’s the numbers of books being bought that matter, not the prices. So therefore, what she says makes sense and keeps me from following the others.

    It’s about those darn algorithms. If Amazon sees your book staying at a consistently higher ranking, I understand that they automatically pick you up and put you out in enough queues in order to try and help you stay there. Good thing – right???

    And every time I have played with prices, my books drop rather quickly and drop hard. I lose ground and then it takes all kinds of promotions to get the darn book back into a higher bracket again.
     

    I guess what we all need to do is write lots of books and gain new readers with each new book released – easier if you’re writing a series –and once you have a number of books selling fairly well – then the time will come to put out the big bucks for the Google kinds of promotion.

    Now that’s when the prices can be increased to make the payment of the advertisement cost effective.

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    Monday, April 1, 2013

    HELP! AUTHOR NEEDS READER ASSISTANCE!




    Last month I showed you my new gorgeous cover for HAPPY IS THE BRIDE. This month I’m all in a stew about the sort of cover to update LONG WAY HOME. 

    I like the sweet expression on the face of the soldier (from a group of re-enactors), but this book is just not selling well. I think it needs a pizzazzy new cover to attract readers’ attention, but I can’t figure out what would be more appropriate and eyecatching. So—I’m turning to you, readers, to help me choose.


    By the way, this is the only work I’ve written that isn’t set in Texas. The reason for that is that five friends and I did an anthology set in the Civil War. A friend had already spoken for Texas, so I chose Georgia, which is where my ancestors lived at the time of the War. But back to asking for your help . . .

    Keep in mind LONG WAY HOME is a sweet romance with a bit of adventure, a kidnapping, and a gallant rescue set in Northwest Georgia at the end of the Civil War.  A battlefield scene is probably the wrong way to go for a romance, right? I’ve looked for a photo of a Southern belle with blonde hair but with no success. The heroine lives in a Confederate area to which the hero Union soldier is assigned in order to capture a local man turned marauder—think Quantrell on a small scale but just as vicious. Years ago, the hero and heroine were sweethearts, but the hero had to move away. He didn’t write, and this is his first trip back. Needless to say, the heroine is a bit snappish toward him.

    Here’s the LONG WAY HOME blurb to assist you:

    Parmelia Bailey has promised to keep her family safe until the men in her family return from War. That includes bringing her brother’s fiancée, Sarah Hardeman, and Sarah’s mother and sisters to stay at her grandmother’s home in town. Maybe she shouldn’t have stolen back her horses from the Yankees, but she could think of no other way to rescue the Hardeman women.

    Darrick McDonald waited four years to return to Witherspoon, Georgia and Parmelia. Who would have dreamed war would bring him back? He has to protect Parmelia from a renegade who’s vowed to make her sorry she turned down his marriage proposal. Darrick prays he isn’t too late.

    Here’s an excerpt from LONG WAY HOME if that interests you:
    Set up: Parmelia borrowed/stole back two of her family's horses from the Yankee corral in order to rescue her older brother's fianceé, Sarah Hardeman, Sarah's mother, and sisters from the Hardeman farm before fighting overtakes their home. With her help, Parmelia and the Hardeman women escape in the nick of time. She has managed to talk her way through a blockade and arrive at her grandparents house in town.

    At last, she turned into her grandparents’ drive and pulled around to the back. With a huge sigh, she stopped at the carriage house. Surely a week had passed since she caught her horses last night. All she wanted now was to crawl in bed and sleep for days, pretend the war never happened. She couldn’t relax yet, not until the horses were back with those Yankee scoundrels.”
    “Sarah, let’s see your mother and sisters inside. After that, Rob and I will deal with the chickens and cow.” Parmelia’s hands shook as she climbed out of the buggy. Fatigue, relief, and fear turned her limbs to jam.
    She walked Sarah and her family to the back door where Grammy and Mama took over.
    Parmelia returned to the carriage house. “Rob, help me unhitch the horses and put their bridles on so I can take them back.”
    “Why don’t I do that.” Darrick McDonald stepped from the shadows. He appeared calm, until she looked at his face.
    Parmelia was surprised sparks didn’t shoot from his dark eyes and ignite the entire carriage house. She clutched her throat, hoping a way out of this predicament would come to her. How had he known to come here, to wait for her?
    “Darrick, you—you gave me a fright.”
    “Did I? Perhaps you have a guilty conscience.” He freed one of the horses.
    “When did you come back?” She fought for an idea, but none came to her.
    “Late yesterday.” He walked back and forth beside Lady. “Funny thing, you having two horses after the Army confiscated all the livestock in town. Another coincidence, two Army horses went missing overnight.”
    “Did they?”
    He stopped and gave her a piercing look.
    She gave up with a sigh. “I can explain.”
    “I’m listening.” His eyes were still dark with anger.
    “My brother’s fiancée. You remember Sarah Hardeman? I had to bring her and her family to town. I—I had no way to do that without a team.”
    Rob added, “These are our horses anyway. You low down, yellow-bellied Yankees stole them from us.”
    Oh, Lord. Leave it to her brother to make things worse.
    “Hush, Rob. Give me the bridles. Put the cow in the barn then come help me with these chickens.”
    He pouted and handed over the tack. “Oh, all right. I never get to hear anything good.” Rob untied the cow and stomped toward the barn.
    “So, you’re a Yankee officer now.”
    “Captain.” Darrick crossed his arms. “I’m waiting for an explanation, Parmelia.”
    Her temper conquered her good sense, and she stepped toward him. “You’ve got your nerve, coming here wearing that uniform, you...you traitor.”
    He stepped forward until they were almost touching. “Call me what you will, but you’re the one who stole two horses in a time of war.”
    She refused to retreat. “How can you accuse me of stealing, when you Yankees have taken over our town?”
    “Because you did steal them, and you weren’t even clever about it. I followed their tracks to your grandparents’ home. You do realize that with a less sympathetic Colonel, they could lose their home?”
    Dear heaven, she hadn’t considered her grandparents if she were caught.
    “No!” She took a step backward. “I was going to return them. Rob’s right, they are ours. They know me, so they were eager to come to me.”
    He pulled a small, withered apple from his pocket.
    Rats, she must have dropped it, one of the few from their store of fruit in the cellar.
    Darrick held the apple in front of her nose. “Looks to me as if you coaxed them away.”
    She sighed, “Maybe I did, but it was only to use them for a little while. Sarah and her family were in great peril.”
    He tossed the apple from one hand to the other, but stared at her face. “Are you crazy? You could have been killed.”
    She grabbed the apple from him. “Sarah, her mother, and sisters could have been murdered and their home burned. We barely got away in time as it is.”
    “If you had bothered to consult the Colonel, he would have sent soldiers for them. As it turns out, I would have taken my men and gone.”
    “Are you crazy? You could have been killed.”
    Shocked at the concern in her voice and in her heart, she continued, “Um, I mean, they might not have recognized you and could have shot you. Or, that man that tried to take my horse could have killed you.”
    Oh, no, she hadn’t meant to tell that last part.
    He grew angrier and grabbed her arms. “What do you mean?
    She tried to twist away. “Nothing.”
    “Parmelia Bailey, who tried to take your horse?” He turned her to face him.
    Refusing to meet his gaze, she stammered, “There, um, there was a man in the woods, a ways north of the Mitchell’s house. He…um, he jumped at me and tried to take Beauty, but Rob and I got away.”
    “You are the stubbornest, orneriest woman I’ve ever known. Don’t you realize what could have happened to you?”
    “It crossed my mind,” she snapped and raised her face.
    “If you were mine, I’d, I’d...”
    “Yours? You moved away and left me, remember? And now you’re a Yankee officer.” Lord, she shouldn’t have reminded him she’d loved him. Worse, she still loved him.
    She willed tears not to fall. Keep your anger up, don’t let him know how he hurt you.
    “You know why I left Witherspoon. You know I had no choice.”
    “There’s always a choice.” And she would have chosen to go with him, if only he’d asked, even if she had been only sixteen.
    “Like you chose to steal these horses?”
    She shrugged away from his grasp. “Steal? Soldiers stole them from us. Do you understand the term borrow? That’s what I did.”
    “In times of war, the government has the power to confiscate items from civilians. Do you understand that?”
    “Call it what you wish, it’s still stealing when you take what’s not yours and keep it.”
    “Maybe we’re only borrowing your horses.”
    She thought his mouth twitched to hide a smile. His humor only irked her more.
    “Like you Yankees borrowed from the stores in town so we can’t even buy supplies—that is, if we had money. Which we don’t.”
    He smiled. “I heard you had plenty of those Confederate dollars.”
    “Oh, you...you Yankees make me so mad. Take my horses and leave.” She turned and stomped toward the house.
    He called, “Aren’t you going to invite me in to say hello to the family? Maybe you could bake me an apple pie.”
    She slammed the kitchen door and leaned against it. His laughter floated around her.

     There it is in a nutshell, folks. Now here’s where you come in. What type book cover would guarantee you’d buy this book—keeping in mind it’s a SWEET romance? Help, please! Leave a comment or email me at caroline @ carolineclemmons (dot) com. I'll appreciate your constructive suggestions.

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