13 Promo Ideas I Vetoed

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I spent a very long weekend going blind looking for promo stuff and in effort to cheer myself up, I found myself at PBW’s blog re-reading her WIDGETS FROM HELL post. About promo, naturally.

So here’s my list of things I’m going to avoid…an unofficial Thursday Thirteen…unofficial because I don’t have time to keep up with the commenters and go check out their blogs, not today. So unofficial.

  1. Candy shaped like body parts. Any body parts. I’m sorry, but I really don’t wanna eat a sucker shaped like a penis.
  2. Cheap nail files. The emery boards don’t work for me…I have thick nails so if I want it to do me any good, it needs to be a decent nail file. But decent = costs more.
  3. Stuffed animals. I have three kids…you know how many stuffed animals are in this house? Me neither and I’m scared to check.  I can’t be the only mama in this boat.
  4. Hats. Never wear them. Yeah, I know this isn’t for me, but I figure if it’s something I’d end up tossing if somebody gave it to me, maybe I’m better off not using it as one of my promo items.
  5. Sticky notes. Most of these conventions are places we have to travel to. A million and one sticky note pads won’t be much fun to pack.
  6. Water bottles. I have too many of them. I have no room for glasses because of all the water bottles~and it’s also one I’ve seen lots of.  Nope, I want something different.
  7. Makeup. Of any sort. I’ve gotten some as promo items and it’s something I end up throwing out. I’m not going to give somebody a promo gift that might break them out in rash. They may never forget my name, but not the impression I wanna make.
  8. Drink koozies. I never once used one of these. And yes, I’ve gotten many. How many koozies does a person need?
  9. Ice scraper. So far nobody’s given me one of these as a promo item, but I see them at a lot of the sites I hit. Great for a used car place. Romance author? Not so much.
  10. Candy. Whether it’s shaped like a body part or not. There is always so much candy at these things…I’ve lost 15 lbs, I’m not putting it back on by buying candy for readers that I end up eating. ;-)
  11. Stress balls. Got pets? If so, then you may know already that dogs really like to eat these things. I’d hate to give one to somebody and then it ended up being Rover’s midnight snack. When Rover’s mama was cleaning up the mess, she wouldn’t be thanking me.
  12. Condoms. Too many readers are mamas. Unpacking from these things, I’ve found unusual items that I had to scurry to get put away before rotten ones saw them. Too big a headache. Besides, I’m married~I wouldn’t use them…back to that rule If I don’t find it useful, will others? Nope, not everybody’s married, but I doubt they need me helping them in the safe-sex department.
  13. Bookmarks. Yes…bookmarks. I’ll probably take some of the ones I already have to RT with me, but I doubt I’ll mess with ordering more. Bookmarks get handed out by the dozen. I hate being lost in a crowd. ;-)
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Buckling down

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So on March 1, the next round of 70 Days of Sweat starts.

The past two rounds have really done me a lot of good. For some reason, when I know I’ve gotta speak and say Hey, I got this much done…or worse…Uh, I didn’t get much done at all, it helps me to focus.

I’ve also got RT coming up in April, so I’m planning on making some serious headway on my deadlines. The projects I’ve got worked out for this round are

  • Chains (single author erotic romance antho for Berkley)-it’s at 20k. Needs to 90k. But will probably be longer.
  • VV (working title, paranormal romance for EC) goal word count 30k.
  • untitled paranormal for Samhain goal word count 30k

So I got plenty to keep me busy. I’m not going into hiding on the blog, but if I’m not posting as much, or if I’m not out in blogland as much, it’s just because I need to get this stuff done.

We’re talking a possible trip to Alaska for our family vacation this summer and I think I’ll enjoy myself more if I get these out of the way. ;)

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New cover, old story

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Pretty new cover… Syneca did an excellent job.

I actually have a couple of new covers to share but I’m going to drag it out. ;-) Figure I can do a short excerpt with each one, and viola… promo. I’ll feel like I’ve actually done some.

Good idea?

Whipped Cream & Handcuffs is actually one of my older books~I think it was the second book I wrote for EC. It’s one of their short stories, a quick, fun little quickie~ of the friends-to-lovers type thing, but with with a secret admirer sort of twist.

This is still just in ebook form for now. It will go into print though, sooner or later.

Short excerpt below~it’s not too risque as far my erotic romance books go, but still, I wouldn’t read it at work.

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When she still slept on, he slid the blindfold over her face, tying it securely after rolling her onto her side to face him. Then he dug out the padded restraints, and took her arms over her head, looping the restraints through the wrought iron slats on her headboard.

Still no sign of waking.

What to do first?

Tessa came awake slowly, certain she was dreaming. Big, hot hands, roughened with calluses, were stroking over her body, gently, soothingly. Bewildered, she opened her eyes but couldn’t see. And when she tried to move her hands, she couldn’t move.

But before panic could even set in, a rough, familiar voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t be afraid. I told you it would be soon. Tonight I am going to show you just how completely you are mine.”

“What are you doing here?” she gasped, unable to calm the fear that had filled her when she had wakened. She swore she felt him smile, felt the lazy heat of his amusement while he stared down at her.

“What do you think I am doing here, Tessa?” he asked quietly. His rough, low voice sent shivers down her spine, tightened her nipples. “I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I just want to touch you, feel how soft you are, feel you move underneath me while I ride
you. And we’ll wait a while before we bring out the whipped cream.”

He didn’t promise to leave out the handcuffs.

Oh, hell, it was really him.

“You…” she whispered shakily. Tiny darts of fear were indeed shooting through her, but she could feel no malice, no ill intent from this man, and she never had. His hands stroking over her felt loving, protective. “I want to see you.”

“Not yet, Tessa,” he whispered against her ear, nuzzling it gently before catching the fleshy lobe in his mouth and biting gently. “I told you how I wanted to take you.”

“You can’t,” she said weakly. “I don’t know you.”

He laughed, a soft, gentle sound as he kissed his way down her neck. “You’ve always known me.”

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As good as….Me

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One line I see when I’m doing my various procrastinating bloghopping uh… working, yeah, we’ll call it working, is this…

Well, I like her but she’ll never be another…(fill in the blank).

It’s a line that as a reader confuses me. As a writer, I shrug it off. As competitive as I am, and trust me, I’m seriously competitive, I don’t want to be another anybody. I just want to write the best book that I can. I want to be the best writer I can be. So when I see it, the writer in me shrugs it off. I want to be as good as I can be. I don’t want to compare myself to another writer.

Don’t get me wrong~I so wish I could have been the genius that came up with Eve/Roarke or Cherijo/Duncan. But I wasn’t the genius and instead of trying to do something similar, I’d rather come up with my own brand of genius. (Hey, a girl can hope, right?)

The writer in me shrugs it off. But the reader in me gets confused and I mean seriously confused.

I adore the Stardoc books. I’ll push them on anybody who will listen to me and I’ve convinced some people who’ve never looked at science fiction to give them a try. I simply adore the books. When the series comes to an end, you shall hear a wail of mourning from the central US and it will be me.

But as much as I love them, I don’t want to find ‘another’ SL Viehl. One thing that makes her Stardoc books so fantastic is that they are unique.

Likewise on JD Robb and the Eve Dallas books. I love that series. But I don’t want another JD Robb cropping up.

The uniqueness of something is what makes it special~now granted, that might come from a lifetime of being told I’m not weird…I’m unique. Trust me, I’m weird, but I’m cool with that.

It’s kind of like…I dunno, chocolate. If you aren’t a chocolate addict, then fill in whatever food is your dream food. As much as you love it, imagine a diet of nothing but that. Ever. I think I’d rather never have chocolate again than to exist on nothing but chocolate.

It’s the same with books. If every book out there was similar, then nothing would stand out.

Nothing would be special.

And it would all get very, very boring.

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Ready for Round 3?

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PhotobucketSven is coming back to blogland on March 1.

If you’re a writer and you’ve done 70 Days before, it’s time again. Haven’t tried it? Now is as good a time as any to give it shot. Not a writer but always wanted to try? Now is as good a time… ;)

You can read about the challenge here and sign up here.

Are you game?

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Babies will win every time, guys…

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Well, maybe not every time, but I’m certainly partial.

The winner of the “Good” Valentine’s Day has got to be  Krismommy who commented:

 I think that the best valentines I can think of right now — happened this year.

Getting your preemie released from NICU with a 100% clean bill of health and being able to take her home.

If that isn’t a fantastic gift, then nothing is.

And the winner of the “Not so Good” Valentine’s Day is… JaimeK.

Okay – my worst Valentine?? I went on a blind date. It was fabbbulous! We were having a great dinner. A little wine. Great conversation. In the middle of, what I thought was going to be many dates to come, he asks me if I want to skip the “getting to know each other” and just hop in the sack? I seriously embarrassed him (he is lucky he didn’t lose his front teeth) and I took myself home.

I’m glad I wasn’t drinking, I would have sprayed it all over the monitor.

Guys, I had fun reading all the comments!  Thank you.

Winners, I need you to email me @ shilohwalker@gmail.com and put “blog contest” in the subject line.

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Quotable

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Oh, I like this…

Irving Berlin – “Life is 10 percent what you make it, and 90 percent how you take it.”

Maybe that’s why I’m generally satisfied with my life. I do what I can, I laugh when I can and in general, just don’t take myself that seriously. ;)

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Why I Hate Having my Picture Taken

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I had a booksigning this past weekend~actually had a reporter ask me a few questions, which was kind of cool… the article appeared on Sunday. The link to it is here, but you have to register… so I’ll make it easy. The article is below (from the Middletown Journal, the staff writer’s name is Megan Gildow).

Sunday, February 10, 2008

When Laurie Damron wants to escape with a guaranteed happy ending, she turns to romance novels.

Damron, of Delaware, just north of Columbus, said she’s read nearly 1,000 romance books. She’s also attended the annual Reader Appreciation Day of the Ohio Valley Chapter of the Romance Writers Association, held for the last four years at the West Chester Barnes & Noble on the Saturday closest to Valentine’s Day.

Damron said she travels to the event to reunite with friends — both authors and readers.

“It’s kind of nice to get to see them,” she said.

It’s also a chance to meet online friends face-to-face, said Barbara Smith of Muncie, Ind.

“I’m friends with a lot of the authors, and it’s a fun event,” she said. “Kind of a get-together of people you know online.”

Reader Appreciation Day brings writers together with the readers who make the books possible, said writer Lori Foster of Ross Twp. Happy endings are one of the main draws of romance novels, she said.

“You like to talk books, and these are the people that like to talk books with you,” she said.

“You get a happy-ever-after,” said Shiloh Walker, a romance author from Louisville, Ky. “Your main characters don’t get killed off and you’re not going to have somebody riding off into the sunset to live their life alone.”

Romance novels sometimes deal with serious issues, said author Michelle Stegman of Dearborn County, Ind. Stegman has written about issues such as adoption.

“I think it helps and empowers women,” she said.

Women typically make up the crowd at the annual event, but some men enjoy — and even write — romance novels, said Linda Keller, community relations manager for the West Chester Twp. bookstore.

Nice write-up, yes? I didn’t even come off as too much of a dork.

Call me crazy but when the reporter first asked if I minded a few questions, I answered with a question of my own… Does it involve pictures being taken? She laughed and said, “No.” So I was happy to answer the questions.

I’ve developed a reputation for abhorring pictures. Yes, a reputation. Some people think it’s fun to try to catch me… a nameless man who shall go unmentioned (wicked, mean, awful person that I shall start having checked for cameras…. *G* or I’ll start wearing a mask) A few others thinks it’s kind of stupid or silly. But it’s a quirk, and we’re all entitled to quirks, right?

I do have reasons behind the quirks, though.

One, I’m terribly private. And having a picture of me posted doesn’t let me keep my privacy as much as I’d wish. I’ve gotten some weird emails, and I do mean weird to the point of scary, so in all honesty, I’d rather there not be pictures of me out there. It’s the same reason I always give vague answers when people ask where I live, or what my real name is and why I chose a pen name. It boils down to privacy.  Even if they don’t get posted, I don’t really like it.  It’s my quirk.

Sort of connected to the privacy deal… well, there are people that I would rather not know I’ve gotten published. Skeletons in the closet, if you will, and I’d rather they not show up on my door because they saw my picture somewhere and oh, wow you’re published now, you must be doing really well… and would you mind doing this for me? Yes, sadly, it’s happened. Signing a publishing contract isn’t the same as winning the lottery jackpot.  Of course, even if it was, I still wouldn’t appreciate some people boiling up out the shadows to ask for favors.  Others get really nosy about my income, asking questions better suited to my accountant than an acquaintance.

Some people think getting one book published means I’m on easy street. I have no problems saying no, but it’s annoying to be asked. A way around that is just to keep my professional career separate from my personal and/or family life.

Another reason… I hate how I look in pictures. Hate and abhor.

A fourth reason, and one I really wish people would respect even above the desire for privacy, I’m migraine prone. Seriously migraine prone. A bad trigger for me is bright light. Bright flashing lights are even worse. Repeated bright flashing lights are almost guaranteed to get a serious headache going and if the lights continue, the headache won’t stop at a headache, I’ll end up with a migraine that could last two or three days. If you’ve ever had a migraine, then you can understand why I want to avoid them at all costs. If you haven’t… first, I pray you never do have one, and second…imagine a headache so bad it hurts to breathe, it hurts to blink, it hurts to see anything, heat hurts, cold hurts, moving hurts, talking hurts, light hurts, eating is impossible, moving isn’t much easier~and drugs don’t always help.

On days when I’m feeling okay and I think I can do a picture or two, it’s possible I might think about being still for one, if somebody asks me ahead of time and if they understand I don’t like my pictures posted online. But on a day when I’m already tense, even if it’s just my normal, every day tension, I’m probably going to say no and just hope people understand.
;-) My name is Shiloh Walker and I have picture phobia…but there are actually reasons behind it. I promise, there’s a reason behind my weirdness.

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Happy Valentine's Day

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I like Valentine’s Day. Granted, I’ve been with my husband since the summer Ilips.jpg turned 15, more than half my life now and haven’t really spent too many Valentine Days alone, so I realize I’m prejudiced. I’m also extremely materialistic and do so love getting pressies. *G* Hey, I’m honest, I admit my weaknesses, that’s gotta count for something, right?So what’s your Valentine’s Day going to be…you flying solo? With the DH or SO or going out with a bunch of friends?

A contest of sorts…one will have two winners…I want to know the best and the worst Valentine’s Day story you have. Make me sniffle and get all misty eyed with your sweetest story, and then make me grit my teeth over something a boyfriend/spouse/ whatever did on Valentine’s Day, or one you spent by yourself, or whatever made it a bad one.

I’ll draw two winners, one from the sniffle-happy-sigh posts and one from oh-man-you-poor-thing/oh-man-you-gotta-be-kidding me posts. You can try to do one for each, but in this instance, make sure you post the good and the bad separately, to make it easier for me to pick out the winners. FYI, you can enter both… but you can’t win both.

Prizes TBA when I draw the winners!

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Hearts and Wishes releases today from EC

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When I wrote Make Me Believe, I had one of those annoying secondary characters thatPhotobucket was actually supposed to be a bad guy show up in my head and say… Uh, ‘scuse me, but I ain’t a bad guy. And I want a book.

Well, it took me like three years to do it, but I finally gave the bossy uh…err… man his book. It comes out from EC today and once the new releases are posted, you can buy it here. (Sometime Wednesday morning…EST)

This is an ebook, and while it might come out in print, I don’t know when.

It’s probably tagged as fantasy, but it’s more paranormal or urban fantasy romance than fantasy, because it’s set in our world… our world just has elves, Santa Claus, magick, that sort of thing. An excerpt is below…

 

He dreamed of her. It wasn’t the first time he’d dreamt of Holly since she had left, but this dream seemed different somehow. More real.

She sat curled up in a chair by a huge window. Though the window was closed, he could hear the strains of loud music as he walked to her–and through the thin walls, he heard other people. One couple in the throws of sex, another in the midst of an argument. Faintly, the wail of a baby.

Though his focus was on Holly, his mind ticked off the details of the room. It was second nature, cataloging every sight, every sound, every scent. There were roses in the room, their fragrance soft and delicate, almost overpowered by the stronger scents of food, people and the city. Loud music pounded and pulsed, mingling with loud, boisterous voices and laughter. As he passed by the window, he caught sight of a street that seemed vaguely familiar. It was near dawn, yet down in the streets, the party was still going strong. It seemed as though some were just coming out to start their day, while others had to yet to finish up their night.

And Holly slept on. Oblivious to him, to the noise, to the coming day–to him. Brooding, he stood over the ridiculously ugly chair and stared down at her, hardly able to believe that she could be oblivious to him, even in dreams, when she had consumed his every waking and sleeping moment for the past month–no… Longer.

Behind him there was a narrow, rather uncomfortable looking bed and he could smell the scent of her skin on the sheets, see bits and pieces of her all over the room, a sign that she was settling in. Stacks of books, most of them new, were scattered throughout the room and on the back of the chair where she slept were several pieces of clothing, the tags still attached. The small dresser had a jumble of change, loose bills, lipstick and brightly colored ropes of beads. Plastic, metallic-tinted beads–the sight of them tickled a memory at the back of his head.

Crouching by the chair, he reached out, half afraid to touch her for fear that the dream would shatter around him. Brushing her fingers down her cheek, he murmured, “Holly.”

“Hmmm.” She turned her face into his hand, rubbed her cheek against his palm. But her eyes remained closed, her breathing soft and steady.

Leaning in, he put his lips on level with her ear and whispered, “Holly.”

“Hmm?” Shifting around, her lips brushed against his. Rhys swore.

Her eyes flew wide as he wrapped his arms around her and jerked her out of the chair, pulling her in close against his body as he straightened. “Look at me, Holly,” he demanded, covering her mouth with his, forcing her to yield to him.

So very real…he thought, a little dazed as she squirmed and wiggled against him until she could hook her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at the small of his back. She wore nothing more than a t-shirt and a pair of panties, not much of a barrier at all. Separated by her panties and his own clothes, he could feel the heated wet silk of her pussy and he groaned into her mouth.

Through the thin cotton of her t-shirt, he felt the soft weight of her breasts and the hard points of her nipples. Greedy for more, he tore his mouth away from hers and grabbed the neck of her shirt, splitting it down the middle. Holly blinked owlishly, staring at him with stunned, dark eyes. “Are you really here?”

“No,” he muttered. “But I will be. I’m coming for you, Holly.”

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