by Louise Wise I tend to write about lonely, could-have-psychological-problems characters who mingle with the ‘normal’ so my books have a dark edge, and my latest book is no different, but it has got me thinking about the human … Continue reading
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‘Past events can be changed but one must be careful of how one does it because it’ll impact on the rest of one’s life.’—Dáire Quin, Modify your Destiny if you Must, 2003 Wide Awake Asleep No one saw Julie’s car … Continue reading
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‘When one is lost, one should go back and retrace one’s steps.’ ― Dáire Quin, Time Travel Does Exist, 2001 WIDE AWAKE ASLEEP No one saw Julie’s car leave the road, no one saw her crash into the watery ditch, … Continue reading
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‘I’m not angry, moody or resentful. I just don’t like people.’ – Valerie Anthrope. ‘Oh no, I’ve Fallen in Love! comes a warm, tear-jerking story of strong women, bad-turned-good men and the power of friendship. Valerie’s life has been one of … Continue reading
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This month, I’ve asked authors to send in their contributions for what they wished they’d known before they’d published.
The eBook publishing industry is changing all the time and it’s difficult to keep up, and when I first started out not only were the words ‘eBook’ and ‘Facebook’ a twinkle in the developer’s eye, I seemed to be the only struggling author in THE WORLD!
That’s how it felt, but I’ve come a long way since then, or so I thought, until, only a few months ago, I realised the potential of tags: a keyword or label given to your book after uploading onto Amazon (or Smashwords, D2D etc).
These tags not only help the customer find books, but allows your book to rise to the top of a category with only one or two sales: say you have tagged your book with romance, love, coming of age, friendship.
The romance and love tag are common, but coming of age less so and friendship even more. These are the categories where your book has the opportunity to hit the top spot when it’s lagging at 100,000 in the charts. And once it hits that top spot it has more chance of being seen and pulling in readers from other directions.
So study your book’s possible tags and use them wisely.
What shall I share? This is rather like a “Show and Tell” isn’t it? Hmmm…well I
think I’ll go back in time a bit – not too far – and take a peek at a little
episode in dear Jonathan’s life. Now Jon is sort of the quintessential prodigal
son; he just loves doing whatever he wants, bucking convention (why should he
join the legacy of Reinhardt men inducted into the Keepers?) and breaking
hearts (didn’t an ex call him Delish? Yum!), yet he always finds his way home
(figuratively, of course, since he can’t wait to leave his grandfather’s
mansion…hey! I never said he was sane!). But don’t the daring ones always have
the most fun? Go to the best parties? Kiss the cutest girls? Perhaps there’s a
method to this madness? Let’s see…the year was…I’m blanking…the grade? 11th!
Oh high school, the wonder years…
was exhausted. But in a good way. A sated way. That was pretty much the only
reason I was smiling at the gentle nudging that was bringing me out of my coma.
I didn’t even have the blinding headache I associated with any and all brands
of Tequila. I was in an Aybee-trance. AB Baby, my sort-of, maybe, probably
girlfriend. Angelica B. McCarthy, to anyone who wasn’t a ‘close and personal
friend.’ Which was a grand total of probably five people. Yeah, AB was very
popular. She was also insanely cute. No, not hot, cute. She was a Blake Lively,
not a Megan Fox; you never could bring yourself to hate her, you just wanted
her to notice you. She had that effect, a subtle glow that made even teachers
curry her favor. And I was lying in her bed. How I’d gotten up here, I couldn’t
remember. What we’d done? Well I remembered that. That brought a second smile
to my lips.
know what you’re thinking.” She whispered in my ear.
had to laugh. Somehow, I didn’t doubt that; she had a way of guessing people’s
need to get up; I’m riding with Kit this morning.”
opened my eyes and raised a brow at that. Christopher, who insisted everyone
call him Kit, was her British “cousin.” The air quotes were unimagined; I was
pretty sure Kit and I were as related as he was to AB. I couldn’t mentally
reconcile what I knew was a lie, but I consoled myself with the fact that at
least I knew.
are you riding with him, you could be riding with me,” I replied with a crooked
smile. It was corny and I knew it, but she laughed.
promised,” she said, brushing her hair out of her face. “Besides, Cassidy needs
the exercise, and you haven’t ridden since…” She paused and chewed her lip
before continuing. “Anyway, you know it doesn’t mean anything.”
I hadn’t been near a horse since my father’s accident. That was what she’d
stopped herself from saying. But she ignored it and bypassed the awkward
moment. There were no awkward moments around AB. Did I know it didn’t mean
So why do I need to get up, again? You’re not riding up here.”
hilarious. I need to get ready and my mom might stop by.” She rolled out of the
bed, automatically adjusting the Alice and Olivia tank dress she’d fallen
right, and she hates me.” I couldn’t even say it with a straight face. She bit
back a smile herself.
doesn’t hate you…what you did at the club…honestly; I don’t know how you dare.”
shrugged; I hadn’t exactly been in a great mood on that eventful day and I’d
forced her party of bird lovers into a smaller room with my ‘reservation.’ Yes,
I’d used my family’s name to outrank her. No, I wasn’t contrite. She’d made a
point of mentioning my spiked loafers one too many times. I couldn’t understand
how that was her problem.
tossed my shirt at me and I sat up slowly, stretching in the process.
was looking around the room with a small frown.
place needs a makeover.” I looked around too; It was an art piece, called AB;
from birth to seventeen.
Marilyn, more Audrey,” I made the observation more to myself, but she looked up
with a wide smile.
You totally get it!” She made a running leap for the bed and practically landed
on top of me.
Necessary?” I asked, laughing.
that’s why I love you.”
blinked. We hadn’t said that yet. Were we saying that now?
why?” I asked, playing it cool.
because you act like you don’t care, but I know you do.”
I don’t really care.”
care, you just hide it so well.”
your secrets…why you’re so jaded…”
She was staring right into my eyes, hers so blue they were almost violet. I
felt like she was looking right into my soul. I blinked.
Times of the Heir and the Keeper
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lot of things; a haven, a four-year party, the place you met the girl – or guy
– of your dreams. What they don’t tell you is, the best part of college is the
drama YOU bring to the table! After all, that dirty little secret, that
not-so-little white lie, and those texts you wish you could erase from
cyberspace can’t stay hidden forever. At CU, someone’s always watching, and you
better hope there isn’t a camera phone on hand when you get caught.
sun for Jon and Franz. Follow them as they delve through the politics of secret
societies, the inevitable drama of the F-word (that’s FAMILY, for the
uninitiated), creepy Resident Advisors, creepier residents and girls who don’t
always say what they mean. Who wouldn’t need two months to recuperate?
In a home filled with books, it was no surprise that Etta grew to be an avid reader, and that translated into writing when she was thirteen. She wrote simply for the fun of it, whatever would come to mind, from fantasy to thriller to romance, and shared her stories with her friends.
In 2010, at twenty-one and just as she was about to graduate from college, Etta began writing “The Life and Times of Elizabeth and the Duchess.” This was a story which had first taken shape in 2008, after her freshman year, but had been put on hold. With graduation looming, Etta recalled the characters, and the events which had inspired them, and took pen to paper. Literally, as Etta enjoys writing out her stories before typing them out. Soon the first book had been completed and the series was born.
“The Life and Times of the Heir and the Keeper,” comes as the sequel to “Elizabeth and the Duchess,” and serves as the second semester of these teens’ college saga. Etta is currently working on the third book, in what will be an eight-part series.
Etta King lives with her family in Westchester, New York.
vibrating on the floor. I scooted out of bed, trying not to wake Elizabeth as I
went to pick it up. I missed it and I saw four missed calls. All from Chadwick.
Crap, it was six thirty-seven. I called him back and made my way to my bathroom,
while it rang.
Jon, I’m going to say this just this once and then I won’t say it again.” I got
an ominous feeling and leaned against the sink, ignoring the cold marble.
my groan. If ever I was tired of hearing one person’s name in a day.
creeping into my voice.
her on, don’t mess with her.”
her and never called her back. Or maybe you did and she didn’t understand how
you worked.” How I worked??
had Judith said to Chad? What was her problem anyway? Three weeks was all it
had been, for God’s sake.
haven’t told her about Elizabeth and I, and I don’t feel like calling her and
skipping that conversation, so I’d rather just not. Because yes, she called me,
called my house, sent me messages, but all I want is for her to calm down and
stop acting like I’m Judas. Because yeah, we’re friends and she feels that
means she has exclusive rights to my number. Because…” My God, I could go on
understand why she’s so anxious to talk to me, but that’s pretty much it. I’m
just not ready.”
but you’re an ass.”