Friday, 27 February 2015

Setting the mood... The 'Retribution' playlist is taking shape...

I think everyone knows I'm one of those authors who can't write without music. Music inspires me. Music has helped me through the toughest of writer's blocks. Music has helped me shape characters and push them in a direction I never thought they were going to take. Music excites me. Take my music away and I'm kind of lost. 




So, it'll be no surprise to anyone to hear that while I was writing 'Retribution' - book 2 in The Lone Riders MC Series - I set up a playlist to listen to while I worked on it. And sometimes, a song will just jump out at you, one you haven't even heard before but the second you do, you just know it's the song that may well define the book you're writing. And that probably makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to anyone except me. But 'Retribution' has one of those songs. A song that I've been playing the hell out of as I work on these final edits; a song that just seems to epitomise the "feel" of the book... Emphatic - Do I


It's an amazing track. Just awesome!

Anyway, check it out, turn it up loud, and if you're waiting for this second outing with the Lone Riders, it all continues in just a few week's time... 





'Retribution' should be available for pre-order from early March, with its official release mid-April.





'Revolution' - Book 1 in The Lone Riders MC Series - is available to download now from Amazon. And if you've got Kindle Unlimited you can read it for FREE! 





You can also read Chapter One of 'Retribution' HERE.

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Where does my writing journey go from here? The musings of a slightly exhausted author...

I haven't written a blog post for a while, and that's purely because I've just been stupidly busy. After finishing Revolution last October, and then deciding to make that book the first in a series - as well as the novels I'm working on for my publisher, HarperImpulse, I haven't had time to do anything other than write/edit/write some more. It's been relentless! And because of that, something had to give - well, a few things had to give, really. This blog was one thing that ended up getting a bit neglected, and promo work for my books was another. And, maybe, it would be better if I tried to concentrate on one book at a time, putting all my efforts into first writing that book, then promoting it. But I just don't work like that. I never have done. I don't think I'd be able to. I've got too many ideas running through my head, too many books I want to write, therefore writing will always come first.

You see, as well as all this writing I've been doing, I've also been doing a lot of thinking. The world of publishing is changing again, in my opinion. Being a self-published author is harder than ever now, much harder than it ever was when I first started out about five years ago. Back then it was pretty easy to get your books out there, and to get them noticed, without a huge amount of promo. And I still consider myself very lucky to have been around at that wonderful time for self-pubbed authors, because it gave me a chance to build a small but still extremely loyal fan base of readers who are still with me to this day. But now - now it's way, way harder than it used to be. Authors are going back to wanting agents, someone professional who can help them push their books forward because doing it on your own has become increasingly difficult. For authors like myself it's become nigh on impossible! I suppose I could look for an agent myself, but to be honest, I would have to take so much time out to research the right agent for my books, sort out cover letters and everything else that's needed to make a good impression, and right now, I just don't have the time to devote to that. Of course I'd like an agent - who wouldn't? But finding one that's right for me is just going to take too much of a chunk out of time I desperately need to get all the books I have to write this year written - and we're talking another three here, at least. As well as editing all the other manuscripts that are lying around waiting for publication.

I've given myself a ridiculous amount of work to do this year, so agent research is very much off the agenda until 2016 at least. I'll continue to battle on alone.

Me and some of my earlier books...

Another thing that seems to have changed since I first started out on my writing journey is the fact that advertising and promo is increasingly becoming something authors are having to pay for. And here we hit another huge stumbling block for me. I earn precious little as it is, therefore I don't have any spare cash - at all, and I mean none - to throw at promo. I just don't, it's as simple as that. Back when I started out self-pubbing I managed to get slots on a fair few blogs, and I was eternally grateful to everyone who hosted me, and helped me. But now it seems to be a growing trend to have to pay for blog tours, and I understand totally that bloggers and book reviewers need to make some money too, but for authors like me who literally have no spare cash to support their promo, it means our options are now severely limited. And, let's face it, Facebook and Twitter aren't the promo platforms they used to be. You just end up preaching to people who already know what you do.

And it's the same with all these author fairs and get-togethers that go on over the course of the year. Yes, they're brilliant networking events, a great place in which to get your face seen and your name recognised more. But, again, these things cost money. And as most of them seem to take place down south, and I live up in the north east of England, getting to them costs money. And that's before you even start talking hotels, money for food, drink, etc. So those are off limits for me, too. 

My steamy Newcastle-based soccer trilogy, which were published through HarperImpulse last summer.


Now, I'm not falling into a well of self-pity here. I'm just facing up to the harsh reality of what being an author is these days - and how some of us have to realise out limitations, find that place we're comfortable and be happy in that place. Because we're probably going to be there for a while. And I'm not being defeatist, or lazy, or saying I have no ambition because I want to succeed in what I do more than anyone will ever know. Of course I do! I didn't start this journey to fanny about. I did it because I have a deep love of writing, something that's been with me since I was a child. Books have been my life for as long as I can remember, and to be able to do what I do now, every day, is still a dream come true for me. But I do have to be realistic. And I know 
there are certain things that are out of my reach. So I have to concentrate on the things I can reach - the levels I can obtain. And that's what I'll continue to do. I may never hit the heady heights of #1 on any chart, (but let's not forget that I did, at one point, back in 2012, when Bon Voyage was #1 in romantic comedy and reached #45 in the paid Amazon Kindle Top 100. Ah, those were the days...), but I can work as hard as I can to reach as high as I can with the resources I have. Because, as far as I'm concerned, as long as I can continue to write and get my books out there, I'm happy. 

This book reached the Top 50 of the Paid Amazon Kindle Chart, and #1 in Romantic Comedy back in 2012!

However, what I am hoping to start working on is trying to make a name for myself locally. Again, it won't be easy, but it might be something that could, in the end, with a bit of hard work, become achievable. Most of my books are set in my native north east England, so that's a start. We'll see. All I know is the world of publishing is constantly changing. It's becoming more cut throat, a lot more competitive, and unless you have a hype machine behind you to push your work to the forefront, it really is going to be nigh on impossible to make any kind of huge impact. And, again, I'm not being negative here. I'm just being realistic. For me, I still get a kick when I see just one sale racked up on my sales dashboard. Because as long as my books are still being read - be that by one or one thousand readers - that makes it all worthwhile.


Anyway, that post ended up longer than I intended, but there's something quite cathartic about getting things off your chest... But, I've got work to do now. Retribution - book 2 in The Lone Riders MC Series - needs editing before its upcoming release in April, and I need to get on to that, like, now!! And watch this space for news of when it'll be available to pre-order, which should be some time in March, barring any disasters. As for my next book for HarperImpulse, again, watch this space. The revisions I've been working on for that book have just been sent back to my editor, and as yet it doesn't even have a title but fingers crossed it won't stay that way for long!! So, for now, it's back to the writing cave for me. And I'm looking forward to it...


Thursday, 5 February 2015

Pre-release promo - 'Valentine's on Primrose Hill' by Nikki Moore



Valentine’s on Primrose Hill

Released 9th February

#LoveLondon Series; eBook 3 (Short Story)

by Nikki Moore
Read this exciting romance series set in London...


What's it about?

For Georgiana Dunn, life changed forever in the devastating moment that the lorry hit her car.

Scarred and scared, she's not left the house properly in months. Then her mum buys her a puppy, forcing her to face the world again, walking on London's beautiful Primrose Hill. But that doesn't mean she's looking forward to Valentine's Day.

Leo devotes himself to working with children with special educational needs. In fact, he does very little else, and his friends are always telling him to get a (love) life. So when they challenge him to find a date for Valentine's Day, and he meets a lovely but lost girl who looks like she could use a friend, he thinks he's found the perfect solution.

But life has a way of being less than perfect … Will he be left standing on his own on the most romantic day of the year?


Get it from Amazon for only 99p! http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00PFBTMQ2



Praise for the #LoveLondon series...



Skating at Somerset House


A warm hearted winter tale that had me engaged from the very beginning. I genuinely cannot wait to read the rest’ LJ Bentley, Amazon


 ‘Sexy, fun and everything you need in one neat, gorgeous package. This is a winner for me.’ Chicks That Read.


This is going to be a fabulous series, I can feel it!Simona Elena, Sky’s Book Corner.



New Year at The Ritz


This is a lovely read that delivers more than you'd expect from such a short story. Nikki has written a book that not only delivers on the romantic front, after all, every girl wants a happy ending, especially at New Year. But, she also made me smile, ahhh a lot and got me thinking.’ Dawn Crooks, Crooks on Books


A sweet and flirty short story, I really enjoyed it. I can’t wait to see what Nikki comes up with for the next book in the series.’ Simona Elena, Sky’s Book Corner.



The full #LoveLondon series published by HarperImpulse


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New Year at The Ritz (Short Story); Out Now; http://amzn.to/1DlhM2E


Valentine's on Primrose Hill (Short Story); 9 February 2015 http://amzn.to/1vbm2CP


Cocktails in Chelsea (Short Story); March 2015 (Link coming soon)


Strawberries at Wimbledon (Short Story); April 2015 Pre-order http://amzn.to/1za5v1N


Picnics in Hyde Park (Novel); Ebook May 2015 Pre-order http://amzn.to/1A3VTXN


Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Cover Reveal: 'Retribution' - Book 2 in The Lone Riders MC Series

Yes, it's here! Time to reveal the cover for Retribution, book 2 in the Lone Riders MC Series




And, as you can see, I'm sticking to a bit of a theme here. Any reason for the cold blue colour on this one? Well, Retribution is a form of revenge, a kind of payback, and revenge, as we all know, is a dish best served cold... And in this second book in the series, there's more than one person looking for their own retribution...

Anyway, I'm hoping to have the book up for pre-sale on Amazon in March, with an early April release to follow. 

In the meantime, book 1 - Revolution - is available to download now over on Amazon, and if you've got Kindle Unlimited you can read it for FREE! 





You can also check out an (unedited) sneaky peek at an excerpt from Retribution HERE.


Retribution - the ride continues... soon...

Friday, 19 December 2014

A sneaky peek at Chapter 1 of 'Retribution' - Book 2 in The Lone Riders MC Series...


Due for release in April, check out chapter one of 'Retribution' - book #2 in The Lone Riders MC series... Available to pre-order from early March...





One


The wind whistled around Mia’s face and she pulled her scarf further up over her chin. It didn’t do a great deal to shield her from the biting cold, but it helped. A little bit.
Sitting down on a bench overlooking an angry North Sea, she clasped her hands together between her knees, staring out at the waves as they whipped high into the darkening sky. The sound they made verged on terrifying, if you closed your eyes and listened. Like a low, deep, tortured moan that reached its crescendo as the water hit the shore with a brutal flourish.
Standing up, she dug her hands into the pockets of her jacket, her eyes still staring straight ahead. There was a part of her that found the sight of that cold, dark sea and those crashing waves inviting – peaceful, even, in a warped, twisted kind of way. But maybe that was the kind of peace she was looking for. The kind she needed.
Closing her eyes she took a long, deep breath, exhaling slowly, scrunching her fists up inside her pockets, her finger nails digging into the palms of her hands. But the pain was nothing. She’d felt worse. She’d let worse be inflicted upon her.
Pulling her right hand out of her pocket she looked down at the fresh bruising on her knuckles. It was harder to make out in the fading light and she drew her hand closer, narrowing her eyes as she stared at the colors that were slowly starting to show themselves – the dark gray, the deep orange; the almost blue-tinged edges that were beginning to form. Who knew bruises could be so beautiful? She’d just never realized…
Balling her hand back into a fist she cocked her head as she watched the nature of those bruises change; how they stretched, the colours merging in a whole different way. It was mesmerizing to watch. Until the loud crashing of another wave on to the deserted beach below shook her out of her almost trance-like state, and she quickly shoved her hand back into her pocket, wincing slightly as her bruised knuckles hit the keys lying in there.
She should be getting back. She had nowhere else to go anyway. Even grabbing this fleeting moment of freedom had been dangerous, so she couldn’t stay here. Not for much longer. She should never have left in the first place.
Turning and walking back over to the bike she stopped for a second, pulling her hand back out of her pocket, letting her fingers run slowly over the cool chrome and black leather. It seemed such an easy option, to climb on to that bike and just ride. To get as far away from here as she could. Such an easy option…

***

Charlie Hart sat back in his chair, flinging his feet up on to the desk, a heavy sigh racking his whole body.
‘Can I have a word, boss?’
Charlie looked at the tall, well-built man standing in the doorway, his short, dark-brown hair covered by a red and white bandana, his rough face sporting heavy stubble. ‘What do you want, Lennie?’
‘You seen Mia?’
‘No. She isn’t here,’ Charlie sighed, sitting up and pushing both hands through his graying hair. ‘I haven’t seen her all night.’ He stood up, digging his hands into his pockets as he walked over to Lennie. ‘Mia’s a big girl now. She can look after herself. She doesn’t need you checking up on her twenty-four-seven.’ The dried blood on Lennie’s left hand didn’t escape Charlie’s notice. ‘So why don’t you back off for a little while, huh? Give her some space.’
Lennie fixed Charlie with a look the older man had no problem matching.
‘Go home.’ Charlie had handled men like Lennie Rose before. He knew them well; the way they worked. ‘Did you hear me, Lennie? I said, go home.’
‘Yeah. Yeah, I heard you.’
‘Then get out of here. Go on.’
Lennie reluctantly turned and left. Charlie watched him go, stepping out into the corridor, waiting until he heard the roar of Lennie’s bike leaving the compound before he gave the signal – a short, sharp whistle.
Mia emerged from the shadows, two large wooden cupboards affording her the cover she’d needed until Lennie had gone.
‘This still going on?’ Charlie asked, sitting on the edge of the oversized desk that dominated the whole room, his eyes fixed on Mia as she moved closer.
‘What can I do, Charlie? I’ve fought back, tried to understand what’s happening, tried to help him… He wasn’t always this way, and you know that. But after his brother was killed…’
‘You’re making excuses for him?’
‘No.’
‘That’s what it sounds like to me. Dale’s death was completely unrelated to this club. He wasn’t a member of the Lone Riders, didn’t play any part here. I don’t think he even set one foot inside this clubhouse. His death was a mindless, tragic accident that nobody could have predicted. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Lennie’s anger at what happened was totally understandable, given the circumstances. But to keep hold of that anger for as long as he has; to continue to take it out on the people close to him…’
‘I can’t walk away, though. Can I? Because, if I do, if I leave him, he’ll find me.’
‘He doesn’t deserve you.’
‘But he’s got me. Whether I like it or not. And he’s still here… For Christ’s sake, Charlie, you made him your V.P.!’
‘I’m keeping him close, Mia, that’s all. Trying to make sure he channels all of that anger he still has inside of him in the right way.’
‘There’s a right way? You really think that? Charlie, this has gone beyond him grieving now. It’s been years since Dale’s death, and nobody expects Lennie to forget his brother, least of all me. But he’s turned into someone I don’t recognize any more. And I loved him once, I really did. I loved him, you know that. But what’s happening now – it has to stop.’
Mia was right, Charlie knew that. It had to stop because, if it didn’t, who knew the danger Mia could really be in? But he also knew he should have done something a lot sooner. He’d sat back and let too much happen for far too long. ‘What do you want me to do, Mia?’
‘Get rid of him! He’s dangerous. If he can do what he’s done to me, what the hell is he capable of with others? We can’t help him, Charlie. We’ve tried, and it isn’t working. And I can’t take it any more. I can’t.’
Charlie folded his arms, bowing his head.
Mia narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. ‘You know exactly what he’s capable of, don’t you? And you also know that’s something you can use to this club’s advantage.’
Charlie looked up, his arms still folded, his expression calm. Stoic, even. But the guilt that continued to eat away at him – that was never going to go away. ‘I can’t just banish him, sweetheart.’
Mia couldn’t stop the slightly hysterical laugh from escaping. ‘Under what kind of biker code are we operating now, huh? You know, this club, this chapter, especially, was supposed to be one of the safest now. One of the most settled, most organized out of all of them. There’s no threat here, not any more. Not like there used to be. None of that underlying tension others have experienced. You have the dream chapter, Charlie. And after everything it’s been through in the past…’ Mia stopped talking, remembering just what this club had been responsible for, in the past; how it had affected her. It had caused the deaths of her parents. Caught in the crossfire of a bitter feud between the Lone Riders Newcastle chapter and a rival MC from London, they’d both been killed outright, dead at the scene. She’d been just days old. But as much as the club had been responsible for the loss of her parents, it had also been responsible for making sure she was looked after. And she’d been lucky in that respect, adopted by another club member and his old lady. Two wonderful people who’d turned out to be the best mum and dad Mia could have asked for, and she’d loved them, so much. They were the only parents she’d ever known, her birth parents having been taken from her before she’d even had a chance to know who they were. But now her adoptive mum and dad were dead, too. Both of them tragically killed within months of each other by something the club couldn’t control – cancer. And with no siblings, no aunts or uncles to fall back on, the only family Mia had now was the club. It had been her safety for so long, but meeting Lennie Rose had changed that. Marrying him had been the mistake that made sure that safety had lessened with each day that passed, and she’d just sat back and let it happen. She’d been weak. And now the last remnants of anything resembling a family were slowly slipping from her grasp.
‘I can’t just banish him, Mia,’ Charlie repeated, his voice as calm as his expression.
‘But you were quite happy to see your own daughter banished from Paradise, weren’t you? Quite happy to see her leave somewhere she was happy, leave behind people she loved.’
‘Lexi left Paradise for her own safety. And that’s why I’m sending you over there for yours.’
Mia frowned. ‘You’re banishing me?’
‘It’s not like that,’ Charlie sighed, pushing a hand through his hair again as he stood up, walking over to the filing cabinet in the corner of the room. ‘But you can’t stay here, Mia. And believe me, sweetheart, I really don’t want to send you away, but you have very little choice now. Our options are limited.’ He opened the top drawer, flicking through the papers stacked in there until he found the small manilla envelope he was looking for. ‘Lennie won’t let you go, that’s obvious. The state of mind he’s in now, he isn’t going to just let you walk away.’
Mia leaned back against the table, her head down, an almost defeated tone to her voice. ‘I didn’t do anything wrong, Charlie. I mean, it wasn’t like I even…’ She stopped talking again, closing her eyes for a second or two, aware of Charlie back beside her now.
‘Like you even what, Mia?’ Charlie asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. ‘You didn’t even fuck around behind his back? Like Lexi did with Jesse?’
Mia looked up, her expression almost apologetic. ‘Charlie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘You didn’t say anything, sweetheart. I did.’
‘It’s what I meant.’ She threw her head back, letting out a long, frustrated sigh that seemed to come from deep within her. ‘How the hell did I let this happen? All I did was try to protect myself…’
Charlie looked at her, this beautiful young woman with the tortured heart and a life he knew he had a duty to protect. She’d been a part of this club since the day she was born. He was responsible for making sure she stayed safe. And he’d failed to do that.
‘You weren’t to know, Mia. That Lennie would turn into the man he’s become. None of us were.’
‘So I run and hide, is that it? I mean, how do I know he won’t find me, in Paradise? How do I know someone won’t tell him I’m there, or that he won’t just keep digging until he finds out where I am? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hiding, Charlie.’
‘I’ll make sure he doesn’t find you.’
‘And how are you gonna do that, huh? You know what he’s capable of, how he can manipulate people…’ Because he’d manipulated her, hadn’t he? To the point where she didn’t know who she was sometimes. He’d suck the life out of her, drain her of any human emotion until she was nothing but an empty shell. And then the fear would return, and the anger. And the sheer, terrifying knowledge that she was powerless to do anything about it. Because if she tried, he’d kill her. He’d threatened as much, and she believed every stomach-turning word.
‘It’s the safest place for you to be right now,’ Charlie said, his voice quiet, almost soothing. ‘Coby and Lexi, they’ll look after you.’
‘I don’t need looking after, Charlie.’
‘I know. I know you don’t.’ He sighed, turning to face her, his expression still stoic as he took in her bruised cheek, the red marks on her neck. And just seeing those caused that guilt to flood through him again.
‘He doesn’t even care that the whole world can see what he’s done.’ Mia’s voice was steady. Monotone. Because, in all honesty, she felt nothing now. She was done here.
‘This should tide you over, for a little while.’ Charlie handed her the envelope. ‘Just until you find your feet. I know it can be difficult, starting again in a strange place. You’ll need time to settle in. But Lexi, she… Well, you should talk to her.’
Mia took the envelope, shoving it straight into her pocket. ‘When do I leave?’
  © Michelle Betham 2015


'Revolution' - Book #1 in The Lone Riders MC Series - is available to download now, from Amazon. And if you've got Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for FREE!


  



Thursday, 18 December 2014

A final catch-up before Christmas...

I haven't written a new blog post for - well, what seems like an eternity, again! But, there is a reason for that. I've been busy finishing my next book for HarperImpulse, and despite being given an extension on my deadline until after Christmas, I kind of wanted to get it sent over to my editor before that. Because, in reality, I'd finished that book about three weeks ago, but seeing as I'm really quite anal when it comes to my books, I had to make sure I'd gone through the thing at least half a dozen times before I felt ready to send it to my publisher. But there comes a time when you have to let go, leave it alone, know you've done the very best you can with it, and remember that this one is going to get a professional edit and therefore doesn't really need me to obsess over it until January. Which is what I would have done if I'd held on to it until then. So it's in the hands of my editor now. And even though I'm missing those characters in that book just a little bit right now, I think I've just got to forget about them for a while, and move on to the next book. Because as far as taking a break from the writing goes, I haven't got all that much time to kick back and relax too much. I've got 'Retribution' - Book Two in The Lone Riders MC Series - to finish, because that's due for release early next year, and then I have another book for HarperImpulse to write, and then I've got to get started on 'Resurrection' - Book Three in the The Lone Riders MC Series. And all of that has to be done in the next few months. Which is why social media/blogging/life in general is taking a back seat for a while. I need the writing time!! But it's not a chore to me - writing. To be honest, I have so many ideas buzzing round in my head right now that if I'm not writing, I'm not comfortable. I'm not happy. Probably sounds a bit unhealthy to some people, but I guess that's just me. I'm doing something I love, and I just want to continue doing that. 

Anyway, despite the fact I've been stuck behind this desk for what feels like an eternity lately, I have actually ventured downstairs now and again and tried to partake in a little bit of real-life!! We've put the Christmas decorations up, bought and wrapped presents, watched the final ever 'Sons of Anarchy'... oh yes. It had to happen. That day finally came when another of my favourite shows ended for good. And whilst it didn't have quite the same effect as the final 'Breaking Bad' (that just left me feeling empty for days afterwards), watching that finale - that final ride - it still hit hard. I just think I've been way too busy to let it actually sink in, that it's really over. But I loved that show, so much. And I'll still always be a Chibs girl... 

We're over three-quarters done with '24' now, though - a few episodes away from finishing season 7. And I think Jack Bauer is half the reason I'm not throwing myself on the floor in a distraught mess (like I was - almost - doing when 'Breaking Bad' ended) because 'Sons of Anarchy' has finished. Getting into another box-set is the only way to ease the pain of finishing one you were totally in love with. And it works. God bless Netflix...

So, it's almost Christmas - although, I still feel like it's kind of crept up on me this year, due to the fact I've had my head down writing for so long lately - and a brand new year looms, which always means you tend to look back at the past year. And of course I've been doing that. In 2014 I lost over two stone in weight, went on the radio and appeared in the local press to publicise my 'Striker' trilogy of books; I also released two more self-published books - 'Unbreakable'  and 'Revolution' - meaning that, in total, I released five novels in 2014. 

Yesterday I finished reading through the manuscript of my 12th book - which will be my next release through HarperImpulse. That's the one that's in the hands of my editor now. But before that's published - because I don't think it's going to be released until later in 2015 - I'll be getting my 13th book out there; the sequel to 'Revolution', Book 1 in The Lone Riders MC Series. I'm cracking on with 'Retribution' as we speak, trying to get that finished and released before the Spring, and I'm really happy to be back with my biker boys. 

Although, because I've spent the past couple of months with a whole different set of characters, it's taking a little bit of time to get to know The Lone Riders again. But I'm getting there. And I'll hopefully get a lot of work done on this book before I take a short break for Christmas. I have realised, over this past year, though, that I can write a lot faster than I used to be able to. Which is just as well, considering the amount of ideas for new books I've got. I need to write fast to get them all done! But, on the flip side of all that, it's meant I've distanced myself from social media quite a bit, because, at times, it can be nothing but a huge distraction. I know there's still an element of promotion to be done on my part - I'm not Jackie Collins, therefore my books don't sell themselves. However, I think I've probably exhausted the likes of Twitter/Facebook/Google+. I feel like I'm just preaching to the converted on those platforms now. There needs to be a new strategy for me as far as promotion is concerned, and that's something I'll have to work on as 2015 gets started. Because I want my journey as an author to continue, not stagnate. 




Anyway, I'm almost rambling now. But I just felt as though I needed to get something blogged before I throw myself into this next WIP, and get my biker boys back in the game. I wrote 'Revolution' in just over 6 weeks - can I do the same with 'Retribution'? Guess we'll just have to wait and see...

And to all those people out there who're still sticking by me, supporting me, buying my books and letting me know how much they're enjoying them, thank you. You all mean the world to me, because without you guys, all of this is pointless. I hope you all have an amazing Christmas, and that 2015 brings you everything you wish for. 

See you on the other side!!

Friday, 21 November 2014

A bit of a catch-up...

I don't appear to have blogged for a while, but that's because I've been a bit busy working on my 12th novel, a work-in-progress that started out as something I just couldn't seem to get my head around, and ended up being a book I've fallen completely in love with! Hence my need to, basically, shut down everything else, hide away in the office ignoring social media as best I can, and get on with trying to finish this manuscript before Christmas, so I can spend the holidays going through this first draft and polishing it up, because there's a lot that still needs doing to it. It was, originally, supposed to have been submitted to my publishers in early December, but they've been incredibly understanding of the problems I had with this story in the beginning, and the extension they've allowed me has really helped ease the pressure, and make this book a hundred times better than it would have been if I'd had to rush the manuscript. Because I hate submitting anything I don't truly love. And I truly love this story. Now. 

But I just want to say, to anyone who might think I've been ignoring their posts on Facebook, or not saying thank you for the RTs on Twitter, I'm not ignoring you. I promise. I just need to get my head down and write, or this manuscript just ain't gonna get finished! I promise to work on being a lot more sociable in the new year. ;-)

So, that's what I've been concentrating on for the past few weeks - and the only clue I'm going to give out as to what this new book is about is... well. Let's just say it's businessman versus biker. And I've had so much fun with that scenario, I can't even tell you...

Anyway, what else has been going on with me lately? Nothing earth shatteringly exciting, except... I've only gone and managed to nab tickets to see the Foo Fighters at Sunderland's Stadium of Light next May!!!! Which is what seems to have distracted me a little bit these past couple of days. 

Not been to a live gig for AGES, so I'm a touch giddy at the prospect of not only experiencing another stadium gig next year, but I'm actually going to see one of my absolute favourite bands ever! These guys are celebrating twenty years together in 2015, and I have been a fan for all that time. Always loved them, always wanted to see them live, and the fact I'm now going to see them play just a few miles up the road from me has got me more than a little excited! I knew there was a reason I didn't want to see Take That on tour next year - the first tour of theirs I've ever missed. But there was just no excitement at the prospect of seeing Howard Donald, Mark Owen and Gary Barlow play live. No excitement at all. And finding out the Foos were coming to Sunderland on the same day Take That tickets came on sale, well, I had to make a choice. Couldn't afford both. And Dave Grohl would win any fight between him and Barlow! No contest. Can't frigging wait!!!!!

So, apart from me cracking on with this manuscript, making plans for 'Retribution', the sequel to 'Revolution' and the next book in The Lone Riders Series - which I hope to get back to working on in January - and booking tickets to see my rock idols, things have been pretty quiet around here. Oh, except that I now have all four of my HarperImpulse-released books out in paperback. And I've got copies of all of them, which has been a dream come true for me, to have some of my books in print. 

My babies in paperback...

I just think those 'Striker' book covers look gorgeous together...

And before I go, an update on our latest TV binge-watching box-set experience. We're up to Season 6 of '24' now, and I'm addicted! I just wish people would listen to Jack Bauer. It frustrates the hell out of me when they don't. I can understand why he gets so arsey now... 

I'm also in complete denial that it's only 5 weeks until Christmas, and in even bigger denial that there are only two more episodes of 'Sons of Anarchy' left. Ever. The only thing getting me through that - apart from the thought of seeing the Foo Fighters next year - is that there's still one final season of 'Justified' to go in January. Timothy Olyphant in that Stetson... yum...