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New Year…new titles

This year will have a landmark number of new titles for me if I pull off everything I have planned. At the moment, I am one off the goal because of some mandatory training time for the other me, and I am adjusting. The goal is still possible, but it’s going to take every spare moment, and there really aren’t that many unaccounted for.

That said, let’s focus on happy things…like covers. I’ve been promising cover reveals and I have a BUNCH of them coming. I’m going to break them out over the next couple of weeks. Here today, I’m sharing the next cover in The Custos series, Book of Revelations, which should be accompanying me to the next signing I have, Writers on the River in Peoria Illinois and the following week at Literary Love Savannah in Savannah, Georgia.

Other than the graphic artist and my street team, no one else has seen this…so here’s the big reveal. MWAH!

 

If you haven’t started the series, you have time. Book of Time is a prequel novella and is free on all outlets. That only leaves Book of Change and Book of Mysteries to get through before July 20th. Are you up for the challenge?

I knew you would be.

 

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MPD-Pending

There are some weeks where you want to climb into a book and escape from the real world. This is okay, unless you are working on a couple of different deadlines and every minute of writing time you can squeeze into a day is essential to meeting said deadlines.

To meet these deadlines, I’ve been trying to work on two different stories at the same time. No, there is no way to get them mixed up. They are different sub-genres beneath the romance genre. On one hand, it’s sort of good to step into a different world when the one you’re working on is giving you fits. On the other hand, there’s a real possibility that I may develop multiple personality disorder before the summer is over. I’m sure one of my personalities will let you know my mental status then…or my publisher may let your know where my padded room is located. If you come to visit, I’ll be the one in the bedazzled, purple, hug-me jacket. A girl has to have her bling.

So, until next week…do what I wish I could take a week or so to do, and read a good book or two. Happy Reading!

~Jolanthe~

 

 

New Year – New Plan

Being an author in today’s environment is akin to being fitted for a straight jacket that you may or may not ever wear…and if you do, it will likely be without notice. The world as you know it will upend and scramble in the time it takes you to refresh the page. But, that’s also part of the thrill.

As such, being flexible to the fickle tide is imperative for anyone who deigns to dip their toe into the publishing world game. Thinking about the recent things (the last week or so)…namely trademarking words, and the accelerated closing of Amazon’s Kindle Worlds projects, it’s like waiting for the next fiasco to hit the current White House administration. Take a breath, turn the page…Whoops – there it is.

I myself am affected by the Amazon KW closing, but am fortunate enough to be writing in a world that will continue on, though differently, after the demise is final. The stories I’ve been working on to continue my little corner of the Paranormal Dating Agency world will find light and in a couple of ways…and be able to reach new audiences because of what has happened. Did I see that silver lining when the closure was announced? No. I don’t think any of us did. We all more likely felt the pinch of sliding into the jacket, and an uncomfortable buckle being cinched tight….limitation once again in the writing world.

My thanks go out to Milly Taiden, the matriarch of PDA for the quick action that will enable I, and others, to keep our stories out and add to the growing world that Gerri uniquely matches up pair by pair.

Cross one near-catastrophe off the list, and hang the jacket back in the stand-by closet for the next event. Meanwhile…there are words to write and worlds to build.

See you on the pages.

Sav

No Resting on the Laurels

Breathe Me to Life in the Once Upon A Twisted Time box set has been out for a little over a week now. It’s now available on Kindle Unlimited, so if you have a KU membership and have been waiting for it to switch over…your wait is over. 😉

So, what have I been doing since release day? There is no rest for the weary, wicked, or authors.  I’ve been working on Celine and Coipeail’s story. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a shortish story, but who knows…characters sometimes throw you for a loop and insist certain events that weren’t initially planned happen. I’ve also agreed to do a short story anthology…and there may be another project in the works…I’ve also agreed to do an anthology that isn’t going to be released until next year. In other words, I’ve been presented with a writing challenge that will not only push me, but will introduce my writing to different audiences. Of course I answered that challenge with a “yes”. Pray for me and my sanity. I promise to let you all know what is going on with these other projects as they come up.

In the meantime…I need to get back to Coipeail and Celine.

Until next week…Happy Reading! 

~Jolanthe~

 

New Year – New Oooops

Running in circles is dangerous I’ve discovered. In my quest to keep up with so many pieces, I wasn’t paying attention. Consequently, I’m going to be far more ‘gold’ than I’m used to for at least the next 4 – 5 weeks.

What?

As a woman of a certain age…with teenage (almost not) daughters…I am a bottled blonde. As long as I have a 5-spot in my pocket and blonde comes in a bottle, I will be fair-haired. 🙂 I came into this world so fine and light that you almost didn’t know I had hair…I like it that way. Not to mention, the greys are too vivid a reminder of my stress level.

Anyhoop…I ran through the beauty supply and grabbed my vice to do the deed as I was close picking up something else. Oooops. Instead of grabbing the high-lift that keeps me looking like the silver strands are lovely hi-lights…I grabbed the normal version which is more golden (insert yellow) than I’m used to. I’m afraid the streaks of stress are going to come through on the ‘tinsel’ shade this round and give me away. Luckily, I’m not going anywhere before the next opportunity to correct the oversight.

Still…it’s a bit disheartening. My knees, hips, and back have the deal down pat of reminding me my age. My hair and I had a bargain, and I blew it. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? I’ve learned my lesson. I’m out of the ‘selfie’ game for a month or so. 🙂

On the writing side of my world, I gave myself heart failure earlier this week. I foolishly sat down and listed the writing projects for the balance of 2018 & the upcoming 2019 agenda. Things I want to do, things I’ve committed to doing, and the stretch goals based on reader feedback and what folks are waiting on me for. WOWSA! I need to pay closer attention to this world as well. Grabbing the wrong color hair dye is repairable in a month or so…the writing agenda? Good grief, I might get to sleep when I’m dead. Then again, maybe not at this rate.

I have figuratively put superglue on the desk chair for my hiney for the foreseeable future. This is not counting the promotion things that are in process and the signing event that is kicking into overdrive in about 6 weeks. I might need to look into cloning soon. I’m not sure how this will all come to fruition…but, as always, I’m determined.

I’m doing my level best to stick with the social media stuff…but that’s likely where the disconnect will happen I’m afraid. So…if you’re missing me somewhere…give me a shout and hold me accountable to come out of the cave for a spell. I’m giving you that authority. It’s that…or the next time you see me, I might still be yellow haired…but with a pair of black-splotch smudged eyes and who knows how fallow my skin could go.

I’m counting on you.

You might be my only hope.

 

 

New year – New…what?

Some days, I amaze myself.
Others, I wonder how I managed to wear matching shoes.

Lately, I’m finding that my head is often on autopilot. I think it’s a defense mechanism because I’ve got such a miasma going on. Different works, different research projects for others, different genres, and the daily stuff I seldom think about until after…

This week is a great example:
Today, there are multiple daycause promotions going live for a set that releases next week. Once Upon A Twisted Time, and I have 2 writing/marketing webinars tonight.
Tomorrow, the Dark Rising set goes live, there is the release day party for it, and there is a promotion going up for Book of Time on FreeBooksy.
Wednesday the Fussy Librarian is taking a crack at Once Upon A Twisted Time, and it’s my federal compliance call in for the day gig.
Thursday…believe it or not, I think I have a cave day to write.
Friday, Once Upon a Twisted Time is going out in the PNR Lovers Newsletter and I have a day of conference calls.
Saturday is a different kind of crazy that I’ll leave at that, and
Sunday I’m meeting with a promoter to talk shop for a late lunch.

NO WONDER I’m not hitting my word counts or MS deadlines cleanly…I’m only getting one word day a week.

I think I’m forgetting things too. Which is really the bigger fear, because the stuff I know about, I know will get handled…it’s the stuff I forget about that will likely land me in hot water. If I’m lucky the hot water will have bubbles and not salt. 😉

Til next time…save a hug-me jacket for me.

Mwah!

 

 

What is Real?

I saw a meme the other day on social media. The background was a picture of bookshelves stuffed to the brim…a bibliophile’s dream. The words were, “When was the last time you read a “real” book? That stopped my newsfeed strolling in its track. What did that mean…a real book?

One could say, they meant a book not on a reading devices, but does that discredit a book from being real? It is the same story if you reading on your favorite reader, or if you hold a physical copy with paper pages to turn. The effort in producing that book is the same. The manner in which it is read is entirely up to the reader.

I’ve also heard people imply that romance isn’t a real book. I so totally do NOT understand that thinking. I don’t think the book snobs know how much research we romance authors go through. For example, historical romance writers have to research the time period they are writing in and if they have any real historical people mentioned in their book, they may have to do a little research on them. Fantasy and paranormal romance writers have to research the mythical characters they write about. These are just a couple of examples…I am sure there are things writers in other sub-genre categories that are umbrellaed under romance, like weaponry, fighting techniques, medical and law enforcement procedures…the list is long. And trust me when I say, writing those more intimate portions of a romance book is no walk in the park.

I guess, what I am getting at is, just because you do not enjoy a genre doesn’t mean you get to discount the talent, imagination, or the medium that author chooses to publish their book in, and deserve the respect.

What do you think the question, ‘When is the last time you read a REAL book?’ means?

Until next week…Happy Reading!

~Jolanthe~

 

The Mighty Power of Words

In less than 3 weeks, on May 8th, Breathe Me to Life in the Once Upon a Twisted Time box set, will be live and in the hands of the public at large. Right now  some bloggers have it, and there is a nervous anxiety in knowing that your brand new baby is in the hands of readers who’s job it is to read your story objectively and judge it.

Don’t get me wrong….I know my story is not going to be everyone’s cup of tea. That knowing, however, doesn’t negate the desire of wanting everyone to like my book baby…or at least to be kind and constructive with their criticism of it.  I get that once you expose your art, in whatever form you chose to display your creativity, to the public, you are opening yourself up to their public opinion.

There is this observation that has been made by more than a few authors. Some people are reluctant to leave reviews for things they enjoy, but things they don’t like…they are more than willing to pull up their mighty desk chair steed and fire off their keyboards to leave a scathing review, which at times can turn into a personal attack on the author. I have not had this experience. I hope I never do, but there is always the possibility that it will happen. I don’t think there is an effective way of preparing yourself for the eventuality of that punch in the gut. I don’t think this happens only in reviews. I think it happens in our everyday lives as well. Words have the power to build up and tear down…it’s on all of us to be conscious of how we use them.

With the good, there is  the bad…and you have to accept that you can’t have one without the other, for without the darkness how do you appreciate the light?

All that being said…here is a sneak peek at Breathe Me to Life…

The combined scent of amber and sandalwood floating on the current of air that came through when the door opened niggled at her memory of Kellan. It had been seven years since she last laid eyes on him in the flesh. Seven long years. He had left his imprint on her life, and every man she tried to date didn’t come close in comparison with him. I’m doomed to spend my life waiting for a man who has probably forgotten I even exist. She closed her eyes and inhaled, hoping to carry the smell of him with her when she fell into sleep’s dark embrace later.

Two years, after the veil between the Fae and human realms fell, she started seeing Kellan in her dreams. Only there did she know the feel of his hands against her skin, the never satisfying hunger for his kiss, the taste of his sweat, and the musky scent of their bodies as they rose to the pinnacle of ecstasy and shattered together. In her dreams, she knew the feel of his arms holding her tightly against his sweat-drenched body. She’d reluctantly fall into an exhausted sleep, only to awaken to an empty room and bed, with only the phantom touch of him upon her skin.

Those nightly visits came to an abrupt stop three weeks ago. Her heart ached at the pang of loss even as her brain railed at his disappearance without out a word of goodbye. In the light of day, she knew they were just dreams. What she shared with Kellan in the recesses of her sleeping mind was not real, but it felt like it was, or had been.

The sound of a throat clearing brought Ailsa out of her out of her reverie. Looking up, her breath caught in her throat. Standing there was Kellan dressed in black leather pants that hugged his hips and muscular legs like a second skin. A white tunic tucked into his waistband with a V at the neckline offered a teasing glimpse of the chest it covered. The man who had been her dream lover and ruined any attraction to other men was now standing in front of her. Mouth open, she stood, her feet rooted to the floor, staring at him in shocked surprise, as a smirk tipped up one corner of his full lips.

“Are you not happy to see me, mo milis?” His voice was more seductive than it had been in her dreams.~©Jolanthe Aleksander, Breathe Me to Life 2018~

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079MQKQF5 
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B079MQKQF5 
Amazon CAN: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B079MQKQF5 
Amazon AUS: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B079MQKQF5 
Nook: http://bit.ly/2zythZw
iBooks: http://hyperurl.co/OUATT
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2yqXKLs
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2gkvAXU 

Until next week….Happy Reading!

~Jolanthe~

New Year…New lesson

As you may recall, I’ve been a busy beaver lately. With 4 releases in roughly 8 weeks, it’s been a bit helter-skelter. BUT, without it, I would not have the latest “Oh” moment, thanks to a reader.

Baiting a Berserker came out last week…and woahmygosh Y’all blew me out with the numbers. So far up to #3 in category AND on the Hot New Releases charts… I’m stunned silly and speechless…but let me say THANKS!

Anyhoop…one of the readers, who noticed that Fynn is a bit long-winded, made a comment about paragraphing in dialogue, which forced me to do what I always do…hit the books and research it. I’m tickled for the lesson. I was right to break the monologue into paragraphs, but there is a better way to distinguish it in the larger body. SO THANK YOU! I learned something new because you read my work and made me look. I love that.

A writer is never more than the reaction of a reader who enjoys the story. You guys have sent me flying. I’ll never have enough words for that.

Read something great til we meet again.
MWAH!!
Sav

New year…New…Nah – Rinse & repeat

Every time I think I’m going to embark on the new ground I thought I’d be covering, something really familiar jumps up and says, “Psych.”

Been there, done that…kinda like most things…only hitting a different beginning on the wheel I know so well. The trick will be avoiding the spots where I blew through the structure and fell before. I think I can do it.

New to me this year…though still a writing, editing, formatting, publishing event is Kindle Worlds. I’ve never done one, though I was invited previously. Whelp, today is the day. The release is not officially until tomorrow…but the almighty Zon popped the links and the 20 new Paranormal Dating Agency stories are up for readers to devour. If you’re on facebook…you should check out the group where the authors will be doing the launch tomorrow…MT Kindle Worlds I think it’s called. There are PRIZES for reading. WHO KNEW?!

Anyhoop, in the interest of getting back on the wheel before it laps me, I’ll just drop the fancy lil link right HERE and say Enjoy!

Thanks for checking it out. Who knows…I’m supposed to do a couple more of these things…this could be a new hump on the proverbial wheel of Savie. Let’s see how fast I can run.