Off to Market I Go
This is my baby. My first full length novel.
In my eyes writing is like being pregnant. You anticipate the arrival of your new little bundle and when they get here you are filled with excitement and want to shout out to the world.
That’s how I see marketing.
Now, I am not a sales person. But I had no problem showing off my children and telling everyone that I had the most beautiful baby around. That’s how I decided to approach marketing my book. On my release date I jumped up and down and yelled to all my neighbors. ( I know , what an image.) Then I called all of my friends and family. and then I hit the internet with my virtual family and friends.
That sounded like a great plan…right?
It worked when I had children. Everyone knew and I was beaming with pride. Well let me tell you, announcing an infant was so much easier. 😉
But as we all know our first is where we learn. Where we make our mistakes and find out what works, and what doesn’t.
I am muddling through as a newbie in spreading the word as a newbie that I am a new mom, and that I plan on having many more children.
I plan on being the poster child for the old Woman who lived in the shoe. Remember, she had so many children she didn’t know what to do. I think by that time I will have all my newbie mistakes over with and have an amazing marketing plan.
Until then I will just yell to my neighbors and shout out to the virtual world that my baby is here and I think he is beautiful, and I hope you do to.
So help me welcome into this world:
Rescued from the Dark
Released through Black Opal Books
FBI agent, Jason Michaels goes undercover with the Irish Mob to get information on their gun smuggling ring. While on assignment he realizes they have joined forces with a known terrorist group manufacturing drugs. He searches for information to tie the two together when he finds out they have kidnapped a fellow agent, and the only girl he has ever loved. Jason soon realizes their using Mercy to perfect their dosage and that his cover has been blown. He knows he has to save her so takes off on a journey that will take him up against his enemies, peers and the Agency that he loves, but willing to give up to bring Mercy back to him.
An explosion ricocheted behind Jason Michael’s eyes as the pressure mounted in his head. The rush of panic consumed him. He struggled to move, tried to swallow, but nothing. His throat burned as the flames engulfed his lungs. He needed to breathe but couldn’t. Shit. He strained to make out the muffled voice, but the pounding in his ears erased all hope. His head started to spin and he succumbed to the realization, this was it, the end. He won. The flames dampened and his heartbeat slowed as the drums subsided, then the voice became clear.
“Give it to him now you son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”
In a split second, Jason sucked in a breath, causing stabbing pains to shoot through his chest. Every muscle fiber burned as the cold blast of air shot through his lungs releasing the oxygen his body craved. He arched his back, raising his chest up to pull in more air when his head snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed in his ears. The pain ripped through his jaw, racing across his cheekbone. Before he could gather his senses, intense burning set his face on fire. What the hell?
The slap against his cheek stung, and his eyes snapped open. He wrenched upright, hitting his head on the roof of the SUV. His gaze darted back and forth looking for something familiar until he locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil himself, Shaun Flanagan.
Damn, that was close. Jason could not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan and not Jason Michaels.
“You’re finally awake, my boy. We almost lost you,” Shaun cold, emotionless laugh caused Jason’s blood to boil. “You stopped breathing, I think. It’s hard to tell with this new stuff. I hope you’re not too injured. We’ve got work to do.”
Jason’s vision blurred, but his other senses were sharp. Shaun had known exactly what the drug would do and the burn in Jason’s throat was a harsh reminder. Shaun’s sarcastic tone spoke volumes to him. He was evil and did not play by anyone’s rules but his own. Jason had spent the last two months undercover, playing their games and doing their dirty work to buddy up tight to this family. He’d earned his spot with Thomas Flanagan, but his son Shaun had issues trusting anyone, even his own father.
Jason’s anger burned inside of him, but he couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now. He was too close. It’s time to step it up, but first the drugs had to stop. He rubbed his aching jaw with one hand, clenching his other into a fist to hide his visible shaking. He had to get control of this game before he lost everything.