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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Working on promo for my back list books...

I am bringing my back list books into the spotlight...

Those of us who who have written a number of books often forget about our back lists...those books no longer in the limelight on the new releases pages of our publishers' websites. You know...the ones languishing in the shadows, just waiting to be discovered by some brave soul who delves beyond the beautiful facade of the "just released" books, and digs into the books listed "by author" in the publishers' sites?

Every e-publisher has an "author" page, housing every book that author has published through them, but unless there is a recent release out from that publisher for the author, no one ever sees that catalog of books...and some of my very best books are sitting there waiting for readers to find them. :)

We tend to get lost in the promotion of new releases, hoping to draw attention to our books while they are fresh on the publisher's front pages. We blog and we run contests. We get onto every loop and group we belong to with a huge truckload of rather repetitive (and often quickly-deleted) promo spots. I know. I have done that. And I was asked to stop a couple of times. (Sooo embarrassing.) I belong to several small Yahoo Group loops with mostly authors on them, where many of us tend to forget that promo needs to be placed where readers will see it...because selling fridges to Eskimos is pointless. ;)

I love to hear about new releases on my loops...but once it's been announced, that is enough. I often go over and buy other author's new releases. But when I do buy, I ALWAYS go spelunking through the author's back list to see what else looks good.

So how on earth do we go about promoting our back lists? Spotlight an older book on chats? Upload excerpts for older books on promo days on the big chat loops? Post older books on our blogs? Well...all of the above work. I have discovered that Google picks up new blog posts within a few hours. So do many of the other search engines. Also, I send old books over to review sites (ones that have not been reviewed there before) and I even do book reviews for other authors' back list books once in a while to spotlight those books.

So, today I am putting the spotlight on my oldest Resplendence book...a full length novel about how misconceptions and assumptions can totally create chaos and mayhem...then turn into hotter than hell romance!

Dictated by Fate
Fran Lee
Resplendence Publishing 2009

Blurb:

Chris has been through hell, and is about to become homeless. Losing that great job has left her scrambling for pennies working fast food and working temps to make ends meet. But after many months of struggling, her rent is in arrears, and the landlord is evicting her. She finally got another good paying job, but they won't let her have another couple of months to catch up the arrears. She would pray for a white knight to rescue her, but there are no such things. She learned that the hard way long, long ago.

Antonio is in a pickle. His father's will stipulates that he must marry within a year of his death or lose the huge Rodriguez fortune. It will go to a cousin, leaving Tonio and his little sister with virtually nothing. Tonio has no desire to wed...not after his one horrendous experience with love. It all boils down to marrying one of his sister's friends, and being hogtied for life to a woman he can't stand, or quickly finding an acceptable alternative. One that will last only the two years required by the will. One he can get out of, and live his life free again.

She needs a rescuer. He needs a rescuer. Fate drags them together and offers them both what they desperately need. Now, if they can only get around their extremely inaccurate assumptions about each other...

Excerpt:
ADULT
At twenty-nine she wasn’t in the first bloom of youth, and despite all that crap about equal opportunity employment, she found herself fighting over scraps with busty young things fresh off the farm, scrambling to get a job until they could get that big break—and she had lost one hell of a lot of the battles. Most likely because she was unwilling to file a job app on her back in some sleazy store room.

She had managed to snag a few temps, a few fast food stints, and one or two short-term accounting jobs that had helped pay the bills and fend off bankruptcy. But the good paying, permanent job had come too late to save her this terribly embarrassing and depressing eviction.

She had managed to convince Mr. Anderson that she was far more efficient, and ten times more knowledgeable than the bevy of busty beauties applying for this particular job, so he had magnanimously given her a try, at half the salary she had been drawing with Erlinger and Dunn. But it was steady work, and the pay was better than she’d had for the past few months. If she could just have three weeks, she would have a handle on this.

Maybe she would try Mrs. Allen again in the morning. If she could only convince her to give her another month, she could catch up the back rent within a few weeks at the pay she would be getting. She drew another calming breath and decided to try again. Anything worth keeping was worth fighting for, even if it was going to be $200.00 more expensive next month. It would be terribly hard to rebuild her savings, spending another $200.00 on the rent, but what choice did she have? Of course, that was assuming that she was a good talker, and Mrs. Allen was a willing listener.

She sank down onto the bed and leaned her chin on her crossed arms. Maybe some miracle would happen to take her away from all of this. She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. Some wildly handsome knight in shining armor, maybe, whisking her onto the back of his huge black stallion to ride off into the sunset.

Sure. Just like the last one.

She gave a groan and shook her head. There were no knights in shining armor. There were no saviors riding in and carrying the fair maiden away from a fate worse than death. Those guys had all been figments of some writer’s imagination. Lancelot and Arthur had been myths—chivalry had only been for the rich, not the poor—and if she had brought any naïve illusions out west with her at twenty three, they were all completely dispelled by now.

There would be no rescuer to save her from this mess. She had been looking for him since she was sixteen, and she was quite certain she would die an old maid because the men she had seen didn’t even come halfway up to her slowly evaporating ideal. Of course, the only men she knew were either married but looking, divorced and on the rebound—or gay.

In her age group, the pickings were pretty slim. Oh, there were plenty of opportunities to hop into the sack with someone. But she wanted more than a one-night stand. She had those in her dreams. In real life she wanted more—so much more.

She had decided several years back that she didn’t want to get involved with married men, nor was she interested in nursing a sick ego back to health for some other woman. She was doomed to remain unplucked, as it were, rotting on the frigging vine. She flushed at her naïve thoughts, and punched her pillow into submission with an angry fist.

“Wake up, stupid!” she growled. “There is no such animal as Prince Charming!”

Sleep came unwillingly, and only after a long fist fight with her uncooperative mattress and pillow. At least in her sleep Prince Charming did exist. He was a welcome visitor to her restless nights, and as she sank into weary oblivion, he was there waiting in the silken darkness to help her forget.

He was standing where she always found him. He was looking out over the rooftops toward the black, roiling ocean, with the wind blowing his dark hair across his shadowy face, his body hidden in the mists of her dream. Strange, how she never managed to actually see him. Only feel him. Sense his intensity. He turned to face her as she floated from the door of the stairwell, and the only part of his face she could see were his lips, those sinfully wicked, curving lips that did such heavenly things to her body. Why couldn’t she see him?

As always, he said nothing. Reaching out to her, he pulled her close with lean, strong hands and took her mouth savagely, needfully, hotly. His tongue was strong, hot, decadently delicious, tasting of delights she desperately wanted to know. There was heat in his kiss. Deep, sizzling heat. Devouring her. Building within her an aching hunger as his mouth and tongue left her faint and desperate for more.

His hands—oh, those marvelous, strong hands. Hands that moved slowly, decadently, torturing every place they moved, making her hot and greedy for more. Hands that cupped her barely covered breasts as he demanded everything.

He was naked. He was always naked. His smooth bronzed skin hot against hers as her own virginal white gown melted beneath his searing touch. She desperately wanted to see all that seductive, sweat-sheathed skin. She could never see his body clearly, and it was so hard and strong, so completely masculine and hot. She could not see his rippling muscles—only feel them as her own hands frantically moved over his chest and shoulders. Her palms caressed the hard nubs of masculine nipples, and when she tried to look at his body, he kissed her again, passionately, hungrily, preventing her from looking her fill.

He smiled down into her face as he held up the black cloth that he invariably wrapped around her eyes, and she shook her head. No! She wanted to see him! And then she was lost once more in the black folds of cloth as he ran his mouth down her body to her navel, his hot tongue swirling over her skin as she clutched his thick dark hair and begged him to finish this time—just once—so that she would know what it felt like. Her body was aflame, her lips trembling as she begged him to take away the cloth so that she could feast her eyes on him.

He laughed softly at her cries, ignoring her breathless need to see. His mouth moved over her trembling lips then tracked lower over her aching throat as she moaned and clung to his shoulders.

His fingertips trailed over her aching nipples, to be replaced by his hot, wet mouth suckling, teasing—his tongue swirling seductively around her breast’s puffy tip, his hot breath making the painful tightness of her nipple even more desperately unbearable.

“I want you to—oh, please—touch me! Please, let me see you,” she sobbed as her hands dragged his body closer. Oh, the enthralling feel of his body beneath her fingers—under her aching palms. Her mind swirled in a miasma of unsated passion as he laughed and moved to the other nipple, tugging it deep into his hot mouth as his hands—oh, God! Those wonderful, talented hands—cupped her breasts as he licked, nipped, and nibbled until she wanted to die of the pleasure. Don’t stop! No! Please don’t stop.

He moved downward, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of devastation in their heated wake as he slipped down her body, his hands cupping her ass and lifting her hips to press a wanton kiss above her wet coppery curls. Oh, please! Yes!

He was pressing her thighs apart—seeking, teasing—until she lifted her hips and threw her head back, panting in desperation. She felt his delicious fingertips slip into the wet, swollen cleft between her legs—felt the heat swelling—that hot, sensuous beginning of ravening passion. She felt his long, lean fingers dip and swirl over her clitoris and into her throbbing center, felt the sweet, hot torture of his mouth as he kissed her wet sex, his tongue swirling, dipping—offering paradise! Almost—there—please—oh, please—oh—yeah…

Oh, shit!

The alarm brought her up from her bed with a strangled curse. Damn him! Even in her dreams, Prince Charming was just a frigging tease! She calmed her raging pulses and closed her eyes, falling back onto her damp pillow with a groan.

How many times had she felt him in her dreams? How many times had she so nearly felt the explosion she desperately craved? Oh, yeah, he was a damned tease.

But at least he wasn’t gay.

12 comments:

Katalina Leon said...

I've read a lot of Fran Lee and I can whole heartedly tell any reader of erotic romance that they can go into Fran Lee's back catalog and find a diamond!
XXOO Kat

Fran Lee said...

Aw, thanks love! BTW, just picked up Owned by Rome. Can't wait to read it!

Tina Donahue said...

Good post, Fran - and so true. I'm always promoing my latest release and I often do forget about the old titles. One way I do keep them in the forefront is offering them, along with the newest release, as prizes in my contests. It seems to be working, so far. :)

Paris said...

Ditto what Kat said:-) Fran's an auto buy for me!

Fran, I hadn't thought about sending my older titles to review sites. Sounds like a great idea. Thanks!

Molly Daniels said...

I'm looking forward to the day when I HAVE a back list:) Right now, that number stands at two:)

Looking forward to catching up on your back list!

Jean Hart Stewart said...

Great post and excerpt, and so true. Even I forget about some of my older books, and have to think a moment when someone mentiones one. We do tend to neflect our older babies in favor of enthusiasm for the new.Still the big question is, what promo works and what doesn't? Jeanund

Fran Lee said...

Tina,thanks for the info. I have noticed that blogging about them and putting them up on Shelfari and Goodreads gives them a bit more visibility.

Fran Lee said...

Paris, I just got a great review on Out of Her Dreams over at Dark Diva. The reviewer got it from me months back and just kept setting it aside. When she got to it, she gave it a hot review. It came out last June.

Fran Lee said...

Molly, Just keep plugging and you will have a large back list! You have great talent, girl!

Fran Lee said...

Jean, blogging weekly, sending older books for reviews, sending out a newsletter to your fans offering a free signed cover flat if they send you proof of purchase for one of your older books is good.

Renee Vincent said...

I love to see and read back lists! Thanks for featuring this one, Fran!

Great excerpt too! Wow, I need a cold shower now. haha

Fran Lee said...

Thanks, Renee! Glad you enjoyed that.

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