Monday, May 21, 2012

Marketing in Fast Moving Society

Sometimes I feel like there are way too many options to do one, simple thing on the internet.

Take marketing for example--I know there are differing opinions in terms of how involved an author should be in social media based on concentrating on a few social networks versus using all of them at once. Either way an author looks at it, social networking is very important in NY publishing and in e-publishing. But what used to be a simple task, like announcing a book release, now takes much more effort to truly get the message out there. It's no longer enough to stick to one site for announcements and giveaways.

Now message's have to have reach and depth while standing out from posts about what someone ate for dinner, what someone else is reading, and a crazy celebrity death. No room for messing around here. Other than interacting with people social marketing as a job, with a specific angle, is epic and mentally taxing. It's like going to war with strategy, numbers, and how to hit someone over the head the hardest.

Why is this? Why is marketing so stressful now?

Maybe it's because there are so many other messages fighting to take root in a user's brain. An overexposure to content. People are thinking a lot quicker these days with a limited attention span which makes branding a tricky trial of luck. Cross-posting and flashy ads won't quite do the trick anymore. Word of mouth is king. But what exactly works best after people have gotten wind of how awesome your book is and sales have gone into overdrive? What keeps readers coming back for more when it comes to marketing?

Personally, I think it's a mix of different social mediums. Best results are concentrated on what you, as an author, enjoy while also utilizing readily available book genre data to make sure the right audience is being targeted for your book. For example, I know more than a few erotic romance and romance blogs have done public polls to organize a pool of reader opinions on what social marketing catches their eye and what keeps them hooked.

Sometimes, if you're lucky, that poll is broken down into genre. Using that data an author can formulate a plan of social media attack say, knowing that you aren't wonderful at long spouts of writing, but you can do short bursts, you sign up for a Twitter account. Tweeting is a controversial medium of marketing because people argue back and forth on whether or not it tactfully works to sell books. But, lets just say for the sake of argument that Twitter does sell books--even if indirectly through someone getting to know an author's personal views and liking them enough to buy a book. Is that one sale a result of the author's outreach and effort on Twitter?

The short answer? There's no damn way to know anymore. With so much information streaming back and forth mostly author's can only hope to make a dent, pray to the goddess of book buy-age, and hope for the best. No matter how many pages of analytics, polls, or statistics we read readers are ever-changing in what they pay attention to daily. So, you better pray to someone higher than you that you like whatever marketing strategy you've chosen, otherwise you're going to become one bitter drop in the social well.

I've heard it reiterated over and over that no author should spread themselves too thin and only concentrate on what social networking tasks make them happiest. Though I guess you're out of luck if no social networking makes you happy. I've been known to struggle with this issue. Sometimes I am pulled in different directions only because I'm not terribly social in real life. Color me a hermit. My goal as a small child was to be locked up in a musty, Rapunzel-like tower with a bunch of old books, some paper, and a pen.

This was my dream. No, seriously--at seven years old I wanted complete isolation. Such a little weirdo is me. Anywho. Back to our regular scheduled rant.

So, making a social effort online can be a bit taxing when I'm not in the mood, because, occasionally, marketing can feel like a job instead of hanging out with a bunch of cool friends on the computer. But I have to remind myself often that making a presence isn't a race or a competition. If you keep at it people will like you and what you have to say--eventually--and if they don't, what's the loss? Well, my mind often goes to the most dramatic incidence of falling off the face of social planet and no one will ever buy my books again.

Odd that my ideal world as a kid was based in isolation and now I don't know what I would do without my internet connection. Wonder what that says about my social media efforts to market my own books. Maybe I take it too seriously or there's no ultimate, secret key? Maybe I should just be happy to stare at a picture of Jonathan Rhys Myers for the next hour instead of trying to predict how many millions of people are going to see me and my book.



Yeah, Myers, come here!






Thursday, May 17, 2012

Weird Little Tick

So, lately, I've been having this issue where I can't read books that have a heroine caught between two men. I don't know whether it's the amount of teaser series that are out there where the author never makes a choice that has driven me to put off a lot of books I normally read, but I can't get in the right frame of mind to read them anymore. I know that plot is very popular right now and it'll always be around--but I can't help but feel it's turning into a gimmick to get readers hooked on a series.

Instead of writing a legitimately good series, some authors will stick a love triangle in the mix and draw it out way past it's time knowing that readers will stick around to see the ending. If there ever is an ending. Maybe I'm old fashioned, lol, but I like my heroine to pick one guy eventually--or at least stick to a threesome after the first two books if the author really doesn't want to choose one man. Menage's fix everything, don't you know?

How do you feel about these types of books? Am I late to the party and everyone is used to them or are people having the same "get it over with" frustrations?

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

TRR Blog Hop Winner of Back list Goodness

First off, thank you to everyone who visited my blog during the hop and I'm glad so many people caught on to the awesomeness that is Megan Hart's Collide. Second, it's time to announce a winner of two books from my back list from the twenty comments I received using Random.org! The winner is Tina B!!!! I'll be emailing you today to get more information. Again, thank you everyone for joining in on the recommendation fun!

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Erotic Romance Madness Hop, Giveaway, and Megan Hart's "Collide"

Hi everyone, I've joined in on The Romance Reviews Erotic Romance Blog Hop to rant and rave about my one of my favorite all time erotic romance books. I'm also giving away any 2 books from my back list at the winner's request from May 10th-14th. All you've got to do is comment to win!

It's no secret that I read like I may never pick up a book again. Which is why I tend to devour a particular author that I like and go on a kick where I'll read nothing but that author until I'm sick of them. This happened to me with Megan Hart's novel Collide from the now defunct Spice line at Harlequin. (No it's not a category romance with stock characters and an ending you can predict) This book started off my epic obsession with all things Hart and it's all I'd talk about for weeks!


Blurb:
A childhood accident left Emmaline vulnerable to disturbing fugue states that last only minutes, but feel like an eternity. The blackouts are unsettling but manageable …until she meets Johnny Dellasandro.

The reclusive painter gained notoriety in the '70s for his debauched lifestyle and raunchy art films. His naked body has achieved cult status, especially in Emm's mind—she's obsessed with the man, who's grown even sexier with age. Today Johnny shuns the spotlight and Emm in particular… until she falls into a fugue on his doorstep.

In that moment she's transported back thirty years, crashing a party at Johnny's place in his wild-man heyday— the night is a blur of flesh and heat that lingers on her skin long after she's woken to the present.

It happens again and again, each time-slip another mind-blowing orgy, and soon Emm can't stop, though every episode leaves her weaker and weaker. She's frightened by what's happening to her, but she's even more terrified of losing this portal to the Johnny she wants so badly. The one who wants her, too, and takes her—every chance he gets.

This was the very first time I'd read a time travel romance and ADORED EVERY SINGLE SECOND. Time travel is not my thing--unless you count my obsession with the movie Kate and Leopold--but that has Hugh Jackman in it so I'm allowed a pass. Unless it's Hugh Jackman, I can't get on board. But, before you stop reading because you're like me and this concept doesn't float your boat know this--Collide is a time travel that's wrapped up in a contemporary shell and pulled off flawlessly. The heroine has a condition where she goes into fugue state because of an accident that resulted in a brain injury:

Fugue: a period during which a person suffers from loss of memory, often begins a new life, and, upon recovery, remembers nothing of the amnesic phase.

Not only is this a completely plausible reason for her to go back in time through her mind and meet the hero when he was younger--but it's like time travel light without the sci-fi. And the hero, hunky older neighbor Johnny is one of the sexiest men I've ever read on paper. In my top 5 hero's of all time right next to Rhett Butler. Not only is he sexy in a naughty, cocky, older man professor kind of way, but I even love him in the past too! He has such pure depth and epic awesomeness that both halves rock my world. Though it's the same man in two different stages of his life they are both topple me over with a feather wonderful. I don't think I've ever been so infatuated with a hero or a plot in my life.


I literally read the whole book from front to back in 24 hours and tried not to go to the bathroom at risk of a kidney infection so I didn't have to put it down! The connection between the main characters as Emm learns about Johnny through her fugue's kept me riveted--and I cried more than once for this believable, wonderful couple. In this book you got to the soul of every character and every person was a 3D individual breathing on paper. Which can't always be said when I've read many a plot device holder character.


Hart manages to make this book plausible while weaving a lot of threads and while juggling an intense, passionate, soul-searching love through two different time periods. She writes with grace, humor, beauty, and so much sizzle I had fantasies arising from scenes in this book for weeks! This book spoke to me in every way a special story can--I only hope it captivates you as much as it did to me. Despite the passage of time this is one I'll be going back to again and again.

What is your favorite book with secondary characters that come to life? Throw your answer in the comments section May 10th to midnight the 14th to win 2 copies of books from my back list--winner's choice!


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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Emma Hillman Talks Shifter Sparks


 I've got Emma Hillman stopping over from her blog with a full tank of writing gas and lots of books under her belt to prove it. She's talking about her new book in her erotic romance shifter series with Resplendence Publishing. Welcome, Emma and thanks for stopping by!

Thanks a lot to Elise for having me on her blog today!

I'm celebrating the release of the third book in my lion shifter Grassroots series, Live It Up; a book that I love but took a while to complete. And I'm entirely to blame for this! 


You see, I'd decided it would be good if the book was different to the two previous ones in the series (Rough It Up and Suck It Up). Lo and behold, I started the book on a bad note. Really, if my heroine Sunny could have talked back, she'd have been cursing me out.
And that's really not her. She's usually a glass-full kind of girl... Well, except when I make her meet with a crazy shifter in the middle of nowhere and she ends up hurt.

That's when I ended up cursing myself out too. Because this was supposed to be an erotic romance. It's not easy having sex scenes when the heroine is covered with blood, people! Hmm, although I guess if you write vampire romances, maybe that works? Moving on...

So here I am, with my heroine rescued by the valiant, if fur-covered, hero...and nothing can happen. Or can it? I think that's where I'm supposed to tell you you're going to have to read it to find out, but I'm not that mean.

So back to my, slow, very slow, writing. Here I am, trying to imagine what could happen next when I come up with something even worse. Because I really do like making my life more complicated, I ended up with two characters completely opposite to each other.

Take one human female. A carefree vegetarian human female. Think about that for a minute. Then imagine the man I picked for her. The Enforcer, the deadliest shifter in his Pride.

So what happens when you pair them up, you ask? Sparks! And some very funny conversations. Oh, and some hot sex too, of course. It is an erotic romance after all ;)

Blurb:
Andy’s been after an insane shifter for days, but when he rescues Sunny, the human female Mary had decided would make a good snack, he finds himself entangled with someone completely opposite to him. 
He's his Pride Enforcer. She's human. He lives for his job. She lives in the moment. Nothing good can come out of this. So what if his lion yearns for her?
What Andy and the rest of the Pride don't understand is that Sunny might not be a shifter but that doesn't mean she's weak. She knows what she wants and she's going to get him...whatever it takes.
Excerpt:

It took Sunny five miles to realize she’d seriously messed up this time. Her fingers clenching on the wheel, she ignored the woman sitting beside her and her increasingly crazy talk, praying inwardly that a town would soon appear in the distance.
Sunny had been driving with no specific goal in mind, happy with the world, the sun shining, the air dry. She had enough money for gas, meatless tacos for lunch and a motel room for that night. She’d been in a great mood, so when she’d noticed the car parked haphazardly on the side of the road and the woman bent over beside it, she’d automatically stopped to offer her help.
Big mistake.
The woman, Mary she’d said her name was, had looked normal. Sure, her clothes were a little dirty, her hair matted with sweat. But hey, Sunny would have been in a state too if her car had died on her. Hmm, all right, not really. She’d probably have declared she needed to walk anyway to burn off all those highway tacos she’d been eating. Anyhow, that wasn’t the issue at hand.
No, the problem was that Mary was clearly unstable.
A hissing sound echoed inside the car. Sunny looked to her right, and her eyes widened. “What the hell?” she gasped.
Mary’s eyes had turned a weird color. It was almost as if her face had changed somehow too, as if her bones were too big for her skin.
“Are you okay?” Sunny heard herself ask.
The woman stared back at her. She didn’t respond. She didn’t even try to appear…normal. The car hit gravel, and Sunny swerved it back onto the road, breathing heavily when she realized she’d been so caught up with Mary’s weird trance-like state she’d nearly gotten them into an accident.
“Stop the car.”
I will not look at her. I will not…
“Don’t worry,” Sunny said, her forced joyous tone making her ears ache. “I’m sure the town isn’t far.”
“Stop the car.”
“Really, we’ll be fine. I’m sure there’ll be a garage open and you can—”
“I said, stop the car!” Fingers grabbed Sunny’s right hand and tugged so hard she could feel her skin break. She bit back a sob, fighting to keep control of the car, but nails started digging into her, the scent of blood soon permeating the small enclosed space.
“What are you doing?” she yelled.
One look at her neighbor and she knew she faced certain death if she stopped the car and let Mary get to her.
Sunny had no idea what the creature was, but she wasn’t human. She couldn’t be. Her features were grotesque, but that wasn’t the worst of it. No, the sharp teeth were.
“Mmm, blood,” Mary said, her voice sounding garbled. An enormous tongue slid out to lick her stretched lips, as if she was already imagining eating Sunny.
Sunny knew she only had a few vital seconds. She stared through the windshield and spotted a few straggly trees. One turn of the wheel was all it took for the car to change course. Hoping her seatbelt and airbag would work, she closed her eyes and prayed.
If it didn’t work, at least, she’d get to see her parents again. That was the last thought she had before the car smashed headfirst into a tree.
* * * *
“Stupid, stupid human.”
Guess my plan didn’t work, Sunny thought as she woke up and heard Mary’s growl.
She guessed they were somewhere in the open because she felt rocks digging into her back and butt. Her head throbbed. Her arms throbbed. Her whole body felt as if she’d fallen down a cliff.
You crashed the car into a tree. What did you expect?
True.
She blinked, but sweat and blood had glued her eyelids to her face. She tried to move her right arm to rub at them, but something stopped her. She was tied up.
That’s when panic really set in.
She was in the middle of nowhere with a freak. She couldn’t see anything. She couldn’t move. And all this because she’d wanted to help a fellow woman! Damn her stupid principles. Was she really going to get killed because she’d been too nice?
“Your blood tastes so good.” A raspy tongue licked her neck.
Sunny shuddered, trying not to wince as the touch reopened wounds she hadn’t even felt before. Pain hit. Blood trickled down her shoulder. A low growl rang out and the tongue lapped it all up.
“What are you?”
Mary cackled. “You don’t wanna know, li’l human.”
This is a nightmare, and I’m going to wake up any second now. That’ll teach me to watch horror movies before going to bed.
But the nightmare didn’t stop, and as the creature played with her, digging into the cuts Sunny had gotten during the crash for more of her blood. Sunny knew she wouldn’t last long.
She already felt herself starting to fade, dizziness threatening at the edge of her mind. It was a good thing she couldn’t watch after all, she decided after a long moment.
She could just lie there with her eyes closed and imagine herself somewhere else. She could go back to her childhood commune where everyone had been happy, where her parents had been so content with their lives that their love had been her only force.
She’d endured ridicule from the town kids because even at such a young age she’d known the truth. It was better to be different than to be unhappy.
And even now, as she felt life slowly trickle from her, one drop of blood at a time, Sunny smiled. She might have only been on this planet for twenty-five years, but she’d been happy, and that was all that mattered.
She was so lost in thought, so ready for the end to come, that she didn’t notice at first that the creature had stopped. It was only when Sunny heard the menacing growl from her left that she jerked back to the present. Pain hit, making her gasp and writhe on the ground.
“What are you doing, Mary? Didn’t you cause enough trouble as it is? You had to hurt a human too?”
Sunny froze. Who the hell is that?
The husky male voice still echoed around them when Mary hissed back, “You killed my sister!”
“Not me personally, you know that. Your sister was crazy, Mary. She was going to rape my brother’s mate.”
“You killed her! And now I have nothing left.”
“So you kidnapped another woman? Is that what it is?”
“She’s mine. You can’t touch her,” Mary added just before claws dug into Sunny’s calf.
Sunny tried to move away from the painful touch, but she wasn’t strong enough. I’ve lost too much blood, she thought in a corner of her mind.
“I don’t want to kill you too, Mary, but I don’t think you’re giving me much choice.”
The creature laughed. “You may be the Enforcer, but you’re not that strong. I’m not like my sister. I’m not weak.”
Silence met her words.
Then a roar rang out, and something, someone crashed into her legs. Sunny flailed at the feel of…fur? Yes, it was fur brushing her bare skin. What the hell are these people?
She tried to cling to consciousness as they fought each other right beside her. She didn’t even know who she wanted to win, mostly because she was pretty sure she’d be dead by the end of it anyway.
The man hadn’t sounded much nicer than Mary. At least, he didn’t spend the past hour lapping at your blood. Yes, there was that.
She fainted again.