where we talked marketing and authors. There are a few things that need to be repeated.
First, authors need to understand that their book is
product just like a television, refrigerator or bag of chips. That means
it needs to be marketed in a business way. And there are several ways to do that.
In order to understand where your audience reads, watches, listens to and surfs you need to do a survey. The survey should contain 10-15 multiple choice questions to get a feel where the people you have communicated to get their information and entertainment. Here are two questions that everyone can use:
When you turn the TV on, what do you look at first?
ABC/NBC/CBS/FOX Movies channels Sports channels Real life
When you listen to the radio, what do you listen to most?
News Country Rock Jazz Hip hop Contemporary
Now all you need is 8-13 more questions that fit the market you are going to advertise into. That can be a city, state, region or national. Send
the survey to all the email contacts, Facebook page friends, LinkedIn
connections and ask Twitter followers to ask for the survey. This way you can get the most opportunity to get great replies.
Next you need to schedule your daily Social Media posts to 3-6 times during the day - every day. When you post things at similar times your audience gets to rely on them when
they check their pages. Take time on Sunday evening or early Monday
morning to pick out the things you plan to post for the week so you are
not wasting time getting prepared.
Also you can get cable TV ads for under $30 an
ad in most markets or market segments around the country. If you have a
good budget you can get great exposure in many parts of the country. In larger markets the cable company will split the market into segments that
also helps control the costs. The big expense is producing the
commercial itself. It can range from $1500-%2500 or more. But once it
is done, it is ready to go.
Direct mail is another way to promote your book. You can buy lists of names from magazines, distribution houses and list brokers. Again it is a one time expense. But this also get into the hands of the people you feel target the subject matter of your book.
Be smart, educated and consistent. It is a fun process.
am very thankful to Beth Barany for asking me to be a part of this
terrific blog hop recognizing the love we feel for our characters. I owe
a world of gratitude to Beth, the fantastic fantasy author of Henrietta, The Dragon Slayer – Book 1,Henrietta, The Dragon Stone – Book 2,Touchstone of Love, A Christmas Fling, and Parisian Amour. She has also written many books on the writing and publishing. Check those out on her author page.
Beth has been my friend and mentor for a few years now. She has
coached me to complete at least five manuscripts and helped me publish
one. She is my inspiration, my teacher, and my swift
kick-in-the-britches when I slack off.
It has been my pleasure to be instructed of her and to have read her
find books and novellas. I can’t wait to read her newest work, almost
titled, “A Green Man.”
*** Meet Beth: Award-winning author, Beth Barany
has been making up fantasy and adventure stories all her life. She
writes magical tales of romance and adventure for women and girls to
transport them to new worlds where anything is possible.
In her off hours, Beth enjoys capoeira, reading and watching movies,
and traveling, with her husband, author and singer/song writer Ezra
Barany. Beth Barany lives in Oakland, California with her husband, two
cats, and over 1,000 books. WEB / FACEBOOK / TWITTER / AMAZON
+++ Now I’d like introduce you to the hero of my new novel, “Sunday Punch,” and sequel to “Fight Card Romance: Ladies Night,” by Carol Malone / a.k.a. Jill Tunney:
My Hero – Marc DeLuca
What is the name of your character? Is he/she fictional or a historic person?
Detective Marc DeLuca was introduced in my first novel, “Ladies
Night,” as the arresting detective of my heroine. He later proved that
he was an honest cop and fair man by helping my hero find the real
killers. Marc is a fictionalized character, but to me he’s as real as
one of my brothers – but a lot more handsome – just don’t tell my
brothers. When and where is the story set?
The City – Los Angeles, Calif 1950
Marc’s story is set in 1955 Los Angeles. It’s at the heart of the
restructuring of the Los Angeles Police Department when Chief Parker was
trying to clean up Law Enforcement’s tarnished reputation. At one time,
it was hard to tell the cops from the bad guys. What should we know about him/her?
Marc DeLuca is a hero. His weakness – vulnerability. He’s Personality
Type 5 on the Enneagram Personality Scale – The Investigator, because
he is conscientious, ethical, has a strong sense of right and wrong, is
well-organized, discerning, realistic, and noble. He makes a great
detective because he’s always searching, asking questions, delving into
things in depth with a strong need to test the truth. His fatal flaws
are being afraid of making mistakes, perfectionistic tendencies that can
make him resentment and impatience. He was accused by his ex-fiancée of
being detached, moody and irrational.
My Heroine – Helene Dominic – Marc DeLuca’s biggest conflict
What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?
Someone is killing Mickey Cohen, the gangster’s warehouse guards.
Marc’s finally got lucky because one of the workers in an automobile
warehouse has seen the killer. Only one problem. This kid’s eighteen,
has the muscles of the Incredible Hulk, and is watched over by a
long-legged, dark-haired beauty Marc can’t resist. He’s got to keep the
kid and his lovely sister safe all the while trying to pin the wrap on
the right thugs before all three of them end up on the slab. What is the personal goal of the character?
Marc believes he must be strict with himself or he won’t be perfect.
He wasn’t perfect enough for his first fiancée and she left him. By
attempting to create his own brand of perfection, he often creates a
personal hell and pushes all other women away. He has been listening too
closely to his inner learned voice from a horrific childhood experience
when he was seven years old. He killed a home intruder who was trying
to murder his parents. He is now led to perform for the “greater good,”
all the time because of his passionate search for perfection in the
human race. His main goal is to fight down the need for perfection and
allow someone else in – someone like the heroine and her beautiful dark
eyes soothe his flawed soul.
My New Novel – Fight Card Romance: Sunday Punch
Is there a working title for this novel, and can we read more about it?
It’s going to be the second in the Fight Card series after Ladies Night. It’s called: Fight Card Romance: Sunday Punch. A Sunday Punch is the type of boxing hit that won’t will put your lights out until next Sunday. When can we expect the book to be published? Sunday Punch should be hitting the e-Shelves by Christmas time 2014. Fight Card Romance: Ladies Night / FACEBOOK / TWITTER
I’ll be reading from “Satori, poems” at the University Bookstore on August 15th at 7:00 PM here’s the link:
A coming-of-age journey, the collection of poems in Jack Remick’s Satori
observe life as days on an Oklahoma peach orchard turn to life in
bohemian San Francisco, as elegy and eros intertwine in a search for
enlightenment, as boy becomes man becomes poet and the quest for
understanding opens up into spiritual awakening. And since the
collection is also the story of Remick’s life, what better way is there
to release yourself into its relentless energy and breathless rhythms
than at a reading and signing with Remick himself?
Remick is a poet, short story writer, and the author of eight novels:
Blood, The Deification, Valley Boy, Book of Changes, Trio of Lost Souls,
Lemon Custard, Pacific Coast Highway, and Gabriela and The Widow. On
June 1, 2013, he was the Featured Poet in the 12th Annual Ginsberg
Marathon. He was a Featured Poet in Northwind magazine in 2005 and was
voted Poet of the Month in the November, 2003, issue of the Black Bear
Review. His poems have appeared in the Big Hammer magazine, Black Bear
Review, California Crossroads, Heaven Bone Literary Magazine, Lucidity
Poetry Journal, Northwind magazine, and the Portland Review. You can
find Jack online at Find out more about Jack Remick
When Edy Phelps falls hard for her best friend, she knows nothing can come from it. Forget actual chemistry, or the fact that she cherishes his mother more than her own; centuries of tradition say that Hassan will grow up, marry the girl his parents pick, and forget his best friend: the dancer with the bursting smile. Except he can't. In a world erupting with possibilities for the boy with a body of steel and dreams of the NFL, everything seems promised while nothing at all is; when he's denied the girl he wants most.
Two hearts. Two families devoted through generations of friendship. Could Edy and Hassan really risk all that? And yet ... how could they not?
Shewanda Pugh is a tomboy who credits Stephen King with being the reason she writes romance. In 2012 she debuted with the first novel in a three part contemporary adult romance series, Crimson Footprints. Since then, she's been shortlisted for the AAMBC Reader's Choice Award, the National Black Book Festival's Best New Author Award, and the Rone Award for Contemporary Fiction in 2012 and 2013. She has an MA in Writing from Nova Southeastern University and a BA in Political Science from Alabama A&M University. Though a native of Boston, MA, she now lives in Miami, FL, where she can soak up sun rays without fear of shivering.
Friday night. The sky hung heavy, seamless, with heaven’s stars blotted out by overbearing skyscrapers. Shrieks and a cacophony of cheers rang out, hysteria supreme in a microscopic stadium rocking on the edge of Boston’s South End. Thin and buckling bleachers rattled with the stomps of impending mania, shrill whistles and hefty shouts: those were the true sounds of redemption. Fourteen years and not a single touchdown against Madison High; fourteen years, but no more.
It had come at the hands of a freshman running back who couldn’t stop moving, a last-minute, fidgeting substitution. To others, his appearance must have seemed a concession, but Edy Phelps knew better. Edy Phelps knew him better.
He was hunger and discipline, jittery and ravenous, so rattled that nerves kept him shifting and stretching and pacing along the sidelines. Obsession fueled him, and kept him keen on an opportunity unwilling to come. Except that night, chance came to Hassan Pradhan. His chance. Finally.
It happened in a breath. A snap of the ball. A fake pass and Hassan thundered downfield at a speed only fear could sustain. His moment. His only moment. Take it. Take it. Run. Fly.
He could hear her thoughts—no, feel her thoughts. Edy was sure of it. They’d always had a connection. And it was in that way she aided him.
Fists pressed to her lips, teeth slammed together, screaming with her soul. Soar. I know you can do it.Just as the clock whittled to nothing, Hassan vaulted into the end zone.
A collective roar swallowed Edy and the crowd leapt as one. A win. Few would recall the last.
On her left, Hassan’s parents cheered: mother in a starched linen suit and pumps too prim for a game, father in a white button-up, belly pressing the fabric, sleeves rolled to the elbow. His mother, Rani, was without the brilliant red bindi she couldn’t do without, giving her forehead that naked look. On Edy’s opposite end were her parents, their absolute best friends, in the long-sleeved alumni tees reserved for football season, mother free of the skirt suits that dictated her days. Edy abandoned them all for the sidelines, for Hassan. She weaved round patches of shrieking upperclassmen, hopped over rows of empty benches, apologized to the fat man whose cocoa she sloshed, and ignored the slice of a sudden, early winter wind.
He’d done it.All those nights, all those talks, round and round about the possibility of getting in a game, the two of them in bedroom shadows, careful to keep their voices low. Some nights he thought a chance would never come; others, he insisted it had to. Either way, he always said that if it did, when it did, he would do something worth remembering. And he had.
At the sidelines, Edy’s gaze swept a team clustered so thick, so honeyed together with the sweetness of victory, that she worried she might never find her neighbor, her best friend.
Ice cut the air, and the glare of stadium lights had her like an ant under a magnifying glass in the noonday sun. She remembered the way the Dyson twins would burn insects and snicker, and she thought no, she’d be hot if she were a tortured ant, not cold. The fog of her breath seconded her motion.
She spotted him.Edy had come to hug someone already occupied, someone surrounded by sweeping blonde curls, dark curtains of perfect hair, nestled by an endless supply of short skirts. Hassan draped an easy arm around a cheerleader with shimmering flaxen locks, mouth curling into a grin when a brunette of with pouty lips cried foul and claimed him as her own. Soft tans and the curves of certain womanhood donned them both. Edy looked from them to her own angular body and knew what she would find: all edges and sharpness, slender, muscles sculpted from a life of dance. The baggy jeans, football jersey, and sloppy poof of a ponytail she wore didn’t give her much to run with either. That hair used to be the brunt of Hassan’s endless jokes. Big enough to tip you back,” he’d say, before tugging it in absentminded affection. She fingered that hair with the same sort of absent- -mindedness, before looking up to see a blonde plant rosy lips on Hassan’s cheek.
Edy didn’t care about the movies, the books, the popular culture that insisted football player and cheerleader, jock and pretty girl, were a natural sort of fit. It wasn’t. They weren’t. It absolutely couldn’t be.
A girl like that couldn’t understand what made him him. So what if he was . . . obscenely gorgeous, with sun-licked bronze skin, silken black locks, and eyes an ever-glimmering, gold-flecked green. He had a quiet sort of beauty, made for old Greek sculptures and timeless works of art. Not that he was quiet. He was explosive, with good looks and athleticism. But beyond that were pleasures and disappointments, what he loved and could not bear. Imprinted on Edy’s mind were the crinkles at the corner of Hassan’s eyes when he smiled, the clench of his jaw when irritation set in, the rich and sonorous laugh that had slipped octaves lower in recent years. A girl like that blonde could be nothing to him—could know nothing of him. She knew a moment and a touchdown. That was it.
Edy’s hands made fists.The blonde moved in to kiss his cheek again, just as a teammate shouted his name. Hassan jerked back, only to be caught at the corner of his mouth by her lips.A whoop rang out from the guys.Heat flushed Edy’s veins and her fingernails dug, digging, digging, until tears blurred her vision.
Wait.He was her best friend, family really, if you considered the way they were brought up. So, she really had no reason to—The blonde threw her arms around Hassan. The team swarmed and the two disappeared from sight.
They were kissing, weren’t they?Edy closed her eyes, forcing back the hottest tears and the bitterest taste of sudden envy.She loved him. Dear God, she loved her best friend.
It fell down on her at once, uncompromising truth and the weight of reality like a cloak too heavy to bear.
The boy that had grown by her side, promised to another in a tradition as old as marriage itself, another girl of his ethnicity, religion, beliefs: that’s the boy she loved. A single line existed between Edy’s family and his, between the Pradhans and Phelps, who otherwise acted as one.But Edy loved him.And, of course, there was no recourse for that.
traveled many places looking for a new home for her people. The Goddess led her
here to Kyluna. After discovering her life and history was false Jein struggled
within to stay true to herself but she knew where she had to go, for her people
and for her.
As a youth I
loved to write and originally set out to deal with life. I never dreamed I would
be writing to share with the world. As an adult my writing continued and have
always been told I was talented. I finally listened and put my imagination to
the test and started to write a book. Amazingly it took very little time to
create an entire world and people and story line. This book reflects how I
perceive life and how I feel it should really be!
God has given me a great talent, wonderful support team and
I'm finally using my gift from him!
Calastan is the first book in the Jein's Journey series that
introduces you to Jein in her seventeenth year. Jein is a beautiful young woman
who refuses to follow tradition and wants to do things her own way (kinda
reflects my personality to the "T").
I am a mother of four and Nana to two ~ my driving force is
to show them to NEVER give up on dreams and goals, they can be reached if you
the capital of Euphasia, is the home of young Jein Kyominias. Jein is female
hunter, who in her world is against traditions. Growing up in a matriarchal
society, Jein has taken her role and molded it to fit her. By the age of
seventeen she was one of the best hunters for her age. She was only supported
by her father in this endeavor and went against the wishes of her mother,
sisters and all the members of government. She won competitions, went on hunts with
male led groups and lived on her own with no life mate. She has struggled all
her life with the path she had chosen. Then those who fought against her
uniqueness has now turned to her for help. Jein and her hunting mate, Yurani,
was charged to go into Resolution to find and establish a new home for her
people to expand into.
Once in Resolution, Jein and Yurani found more than they ever expected. A land
already claimed by some who were actually part of their own people’s history.
More hunters come to Resolution to help her and Yurani. Then secrets about
Jein’s life were revealed that gave way to Jein choosing a path no one would
have ever expected. She learned she was not the first born female and this
means she is not to lead, in the traditions of her people. The history of her
family revealed that she was not the only great hunter in her family line of
females. Knowing all she does now about her own people, family and now herself
Jein pushes forward to find the new home she was charged to find. Jein has
always been private about her emotions on everything and now she is opening up,
showing her friends and those she loves her true self. Laughing, teasing, and
sharing more than she ever did
Allowing her heart to open up and receive love from a man, moving forward
without the guidance of her government or her family and trusting in the words
of an Oracle Jein has set out searching for a land that is worthy to be their
new home. It was clear that Resolution was not it. Journeying with Jein is
Yurani, Rohm, and Lendsei. This next part of the journey will show Jein that
being herself is as much a struggle as fighting to be herself.
A proud Jein struggles to allow herself to become one with a new land and a new
her. Come follow along in Jein’s next journey and see where it takes her and
what changes happen.