It’s question every author wants to know the answer to – Why aren’t my books selling?
Some people struggle to get any traction, some struggle to get recognition, and whatever we’re selling, we all want to sell more. I have spent two years now lurking and participating in the places where authors (indie or not) congregate and discuss sales and marketing. It’s a refrain I hear over and over.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the long awaited day has arrived! I received a parcel in the post containing the single collection of sexiest things I have ever seen in my life. The first paperbacks of What He Wants. To celebrate, I’m hosting a giveaway of not one or two but five copies over on Goodreads. Entry closes March 23rd so hurry on over and sign up! (more…)
I’ve just got back from watching Skyfall. Twice. I was kinda double-booked this weekend. There’s a great scene in it where the villain, Silva, captures Bond. He ties him to a chair in a pose painfully reminiscent of his unforgettable encounter with Le Chiffre in Casino Royale, and proceeds to examine the scar of a bullet wound on Bond’s shoulder. But then the mood changes, his touch turns lingering, he undoes a button too many on his shirt. He trails his fingers delicately over Bond’s skin. He leans in close, hands on Bond’s thighs, and tells him, There must be a first time for everything…
Deadpan, Bond looks back. What makes you think this is my first time?
So said Oscar Wilde during his trial in 1895. Of course, he’s right. A book is fiction, it’s not real. It’s no indication of the real life intent or lifestyle of either the reader or the author.
Except that it is.