Rocking Autum Excerpt | 99 Cent Sale |NEW Project!

Eight days in a row.

Eight days in a row, Jaxon has come in and bought a cupcake.

The first seven days I hid.

I could see him at the crosswalk on the corner of Main and Second from where I stood at the cash register. He didn’t look both ways. He didn’t even wait for the signal. He just crossed the street like he owned it, his stupid hair blowing back in the breeze.

Too afraid of what I might say, I hid behind tall rows of books so he couldn’t see me. Yesterday I hid in the kitchen and the day before I hid in the office. But I watched him the whole time. He would flash that bright white grin and order a coffee. Double espresso macchiato, like that made him so sophisticated or something.  He flirted, asking for cupcake recommendations.

God, the way he lay on the charm with Shannon, the barista. It made me sick. And her giggling at his jokes was even worse. I had to do something, this had to stop.

Following him out to the sidewalk, my knees shake so hard I’m afraid I’ll fall over. “Get back here,” I call to him.

Jax turns to the sound of my voice, with that maddening grin on his face. “I knew you’d come around.”

“No,” I shake my head in disgust. “I came out here to tell you to stop. Stop coming in. Stop with the flirting and the cupcakes and—just stop.”

“Why does it bother you so much?” Jax leans against the brick building, propping himself up with his elbow.

I wonder if maybe there is some kind of ‘cool’ class he went to and learned these things. The Perfect Smirk 101. Advanced Leaning Against Buildings Theory and Discussion. Philosophy of Always Looking Like Your Hair Is Blowing In The Breeze. Creative Eye Smoldering Basics.

“It-it doesn’t bother me,” I stutter and roll my eyes, vowing not to let myself get distracted in staring at him. “Fine, it does bother me. You’re bothering me. I’m trying to work, something you obviously know nothing about. I have responsibilities, okay? I can’t just run around with a stupid freaking guitar and get people to throw money at me. I have to work for it. And you’re…”

He smirks again. “I’m what? Distracting you?”

“Fuck off, Jaxon.” I shake my head.

“C’mon,” he urges. “Let’s get lunch and catch up.”

“I’m not hungry,” I say and cross my arms defiantly.

“You know you want to.” He moves closer and lowers his head so that our faces are mere inches away from each other. “You just said yourself that I’m a distraction.”

“Have you always been this full of yourself?” I snarl.

Jaxon chuckles and shrugs. Raking his fingers through his hair. He’s so close I can smell him. The crisp, clean scent of soap and the warm, masculine musk of his skin. I have the urge to reach out and slap him.

“You forget, I know you.” I grin right back. Two can play this game. “Or at least I used to. This Jaxon—” I use my hands to gesture towards him. “The one walking around like he owns this town, grinning at everyone and acting like he’s so cool and sexy? This isn’t the Jaxon I knew.”

“You think I’m sexy?” he asks with a grin.

“I feel sorry for you. I really do.” I take a step back to get away from his nearness. “The Jaxon I knew was sweet. Maybe a little cocky and rough around the edges, but not this—egomaniac asshole purposely trying to ruin my workday.”

His face softens slightly, but it isn’t good enough. “I’m not trying to ruin your work day Autumn. I’m trying to get you to talk to me.”

“Well, you’re doing a miserable job of it.” I turn and walk a few steps, resting my hand on the handle of the door. I turn back to face him for a  second. “My advice? Turn around and leave. Go back to Chicago and don’t come back.”

“What about my daily cupcakes? I’m starting to get used them.” He cocks his head to the side.

“I’m sure you’ll learn to live without them. The same way I learned to live without you.” With that, I open the door of the bookstore, walk in, and don’t look behind me to see his expression.

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If you’ve made it this far then welcome to my WIP update and New Project announcement.

Broken is coming right along. I’ve finished the first 30K words and now I am waiting for NaNoWriMo to begin so I can write the remaining 50-60K. I’m SO excited about where this story is going.

For those who know me, I was involved in a storytelling forum of sorts for MANY years. And I had quite a few stories that were popular, but none were as popular as my ongoing story of Matt and Miley. It had glamour, lust, love, betrayal, heartbreak and so much more. I’ve decided to turn it into a series! I have not purchased these images yet, these are just for me to figure out visually where I am going. But here is a sneak peek at The Enigma Models INC series…

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Self Publishing 101: Part One

Since I began self-publishing, I’ve had many friends and colleagues ask to pick my brain about “how to” go about self-publishing. The truth is that it is all at once WAY easier than I thought it would be, and daunting all at the same time. There is a lot to learn, and while this post is not going to be all-encompassing, it’s a start-so buckle up, you’re in for a journey.

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*this was going to be a You-Tube video. But I’m sick. The kind of sick where you can’t sleep at night because you can’t breathe and you can’t say more than ten words without taking a sip of water.*

Step One: If it isn’t obvious enough. WRITE A BOOK! While you’re at it, write a damn good book.

Nothing is more cringe-worthy to me as a self-published author than reading book reviews of other self-published authors and the reviewers make remarks about the bad writing and poor editing – noting specifically that they are self-published.

Around this time you should also start looking into a cover for your book.  It’s a big decision and an important one, so it shouldn’t be put off until the last minute. We all say we don’t judge a book by its cover, but in the literal sense, we do. A good cover will make someone click on your book to read the blurb or move on to the next one. (More on covers and blurbs later)

Step Two: Edit your book. You have a choice here, after all, you are self-publishing so the world is your proverbial oyster. You can edit your manuscript yourself, or you can hire a professional editor.

Editors can get expensive. Really expensive and the prices go up based on what kind of editing you want done. But they also kind of know what the fuck they are doing. You can pay someone to just go in and fix your grammar, misspelled words and poor punctuation – all the way to basically rewriting, reorganizing and deleting sections of your work – all to make your book baby shine like a diamond.

Be prepared for the editing process to take some time. Possibly even longer than it took you to write your book. Start contacting editors and establishing a rapport with one BEFORE your book is done, and get on their calendar. (You aren’t their only client)

You can go the route of DIY, but it’s also hard to be objective about your own work. It’s also easy to glaze over words you’ve read hundreds of times. For budget reasons, sometimes this is the choice you have to make. If you go the route of self-editing I would suggest buying a subscription to Grammarly and using the Word plugin, sending your manuscript off to trusted (and smart) friends and relatives and asking your beta readers some tough questions – and using their advice!

Basically, if you aren’t so sick of your book that the idea of reading it one more time doesn’t make you want to vomit-it’s not ready. I STILL can’t read The Island.

Step Three: ISBN’s. International Standard Book Number. Again, you have a choice to make here. ISBN’s are yet another expense you need to plan for BEFORE your book is even released.

So now you need to figure out what forms your book is going to be published in, because you will need a different ISBN for each one. That’s right. If you have an e-book, a paperback, and a hardcover, you need a different ISBN for each one. Then to complicate matters further – you need different ISBN’s for each e-book version you offer. So if you plan to sell your ebook at more stores than just Amazon – yep, more ISBN’s. And lemme tell ya, ISBN’s aren’t cheap – but you do get a “deal” if you buy them in bulk. In the US Bowker is who you purchase them from.

Now. Amazon, Nook, Kobo and CreateSpace (probably more, but I’m not 100% familiar with those platforms, so I can’t speak to them) do offer free ISBN’s. Great on the budget, for sure.

The drawback to a free ISBN is that YOU are not the publisher. You’re self-published, but the publisher is the platform who gave you the ISBN. Now let’s say your book makes it BIG. Everyone is talking about it, and a brick and mortar store wants to carry your book. Do you really think they are going to purchase bulk books from Amazon? Hell no. What if, by some crazy chance someone wants to make a movie based on YOUR book. Well who owns a little piece of your book by giving you a free ISBN?

A likely scenario? No. But it is something to consider, especially if you want your books to be sold in an actual, physical store someday.

Step Four: Set up an account at your publishing platform(s). Do some research here and figure out what is going to work best for you. Amazon, SmashWords, Bookbaby, Ingram Spark, Create Space, iBooks – there are so many and each one is different.

Due to time restrictions, I did not use Create Space for my last release, Rocking Autumn and instead I directly uploaded it to Amazon, Kobo and Nook. For my upcoming Spring book release, I will be using Create Space and possibly doubling up and using Ingram Spark as well. (we can go into the why’s another time) But basically, do your research.

To set up an account is a fairly simple process, you will need to enter in your tax information and banking information.

Step Five: Format your book! You will need to format your book for e-book and paperback. Myself, I did not use a template to format my books, instead I googled tutorials on the internet. THIS is a good one that I have saved in my bookmarks. For formatting templates DIYbookformats.com is another one I have saved in my bookmarks.

Recently I’ve been playing around with the Beta Version of Kindle Create, a Word plugin that formats your book. While it has some cool features, and I might re-install it when I am done writing – it made Word a little buggy and it kept crashing. *sigh* So much for easy.

Now that your book is ready to be uploaded, we will leave it here. I will pick this back up next week and dive into loading your book, setting categories and pricing and everything else that happens behind the scenes.

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Rocking Autumn has gotten a Book Make-Over

I’ve always loved graphic design. Before deciding to delve into writing, I did design for eight years where I ran my own business designing scrapbooking materials. In all that time I used just an old school version of Photoshop 7.

I’ve designed all my covers, graphics and teasers in it – but what I could do was limited. Well recently a good friend gifted me the entire Creative Suite and my mind is blown. I took some courses and dove in to try and create my own full cover. I’m pretty excited by the results!

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I cannot wait to order myself a copy and see what it looks like in print!

I’ve added a new author service. If you hop over HERE you will see all the pre-designed eBook covers I have for sale. As soon as I feel I’ve mastered full covers, those will be available as well.

Pick up your copy of Rocking Autumn today!  It’s FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

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Also remember, The Island is on SALE for just 99 cents all of October.

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I will be back later this week with exciting info as I have tons going on this month, starting with a Goodreads Giveaway and MORE. Much, much more!

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Booktober parties and giveaways!

Who’s ready to party for BookTober? I have SO much fun stuff going on…and all kinds of giveaways going on.

All links will be posted closer to the giveaway dates!

Oct 12-20 → Goodreads giveaway of a signed paperback
Oct 13 → Big goodie pack giveaway here
Oct 16-20 → Foster an Author
Oct 28 → Facebook take over with a pretty grand rad prize and lots of little prizes
Nov 1 → another Facebook takeover with a rad grand prize and lots of little prizes
Add Rocking Autumn to your Goodreads to read list today!https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36227370-rocking-autumn

Rocking Autumn is FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

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As always remember → The Island is 99 cents all of October!

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The Island is a sexy and unexpectedly sweet MFM romance. Read all about it →HERE

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Rocking Autumn Excerpt 2

Chapter 14

Now I really feel like I can’t breathe. I stand solid, frozen in one place, watching Jax leave the stage. Everyone tries to stop him to chat or to shake his hand, but his steel blue eyes are locked on mine as he pushes forward past them. A voice is saying something over the loud speaker, and I can’t hear it. Every part of me is focused solely on the sexiest, sweetest man I’ve ever known walking straight towards me.

When he reaches me, I still can’t say anything, and I don’t think he can either. We just stand there staring at each other for ages. Jax moves an inch closer and my entire body braces, ready for his touch. “I wrote it last night,” he murmurs with a sexy, wicked grin. “Did you like it?”

I nod, blinking rapidly and trying to think of what to say.

“Well I’ll be a son of a bitch,” a loud, booming voice interrupts us. “Jaxon West and Autumn Brooks as I live and breathe.”

Both of our heads snap to the side in recognition of the owner of that voice. Gus Morris.

My face breaks into a massive grin. I haven’t seen Gus or been to his store in, well, the nearly ten years Jax has been gone. Gus owns and runs a tiny mom and pop grocery store on the outskirts of town. Almost every day for four years, except Sundays, Jax and I visited Gus and bought soda and candy. We rode our bikes until Jax got his driver’s license and his Dad let us take the Caddy out every once in awhile. I can still remember those drives, with oldies stations blaring out of the stereo, warm wind, and holding hands.

“Hi Gus,” I smile. Jax echoes the same behind me.

“I always knew you two would stay together.” He winks and his big, bright red cheeks shine with his smile. “There was always somethin’ special ‘bout you.”

I don’t correct him, and neither does Jax. For that I’m grateful. It’s easier than trying to explain it anyway. He asks us both questions about how we are, how our parents are and if we have any children yet. We oblige him with answers as truthfully as we can, and as we talk with Gus, Jax sneaks his hand into my palm and twines his fingers with mine.

“Well I best be findin’ the missus,” he excuses himself. “This is her favorite song, and she’ll ‘bout kill me if I don’t dance with her. Don’t be strangers now, you hear me?”

“Bye Gus,” I call out, my hand feeling warm against Jax’s. “Should we go find a place to sit for the fireworks?” I turn, not sure of what else to say to him.

“Dance with me,” he says, facing me.

“I hate dancing at things like this,” I look up. “Everyone is watching us.”

Jax sighs. “Autumn, just dance with me and pretend no one else is around. It’s just you and me, this Keith Urban song, the stars, and nothing else.”

I don’t argue with that, and I let him pull me into his chest, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck. Together we move slowly to the music, and it’s like everything I feel is multiplied by a thousand. His heart pounding through his tight white T-shirt, his warm breath against my neck, and the soft but firm way his hands hold me—one hand on my hip and the other around my ribs. My body molds into his, and I feel it. That thing. That magic spark.

Capturing his blues with my browns, my breath catches in my throat, and my lips curl upwards into a smile. Jax grins and snatches one of my arms from around his neck, twirling me around twice before pulling me back into him with my backside pressed against his groin. He captures both of my hands in his, crossing our arms together over my body in an X, pressing the side of his face to my cheek. The heat of his mouth is so close to my skin, I think the second I turn around, his lips will be pressing against mine.

When the song ends, Jax surprises me. He doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t even try.

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The Island on sale for 99 cents!

It’s BookTober!

I started to sit up to look at him, but he came towards me and pressed his mouth against mine. His lips were soft and warm, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth sliding it against his. I didn’t have time to think—or maybe I just couldn’t. I couldn’t hear my thoughts over the crashing of my heart in my chest. So out of my mind with longing for this man I was— I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. When our kisses grew urgent, and my breath started to come in rapid shallow pants, I grasped his biceps and pulled him closer. He responded by climbing onto my bed.

The Island #Free on #KindleUnlimited and on sale for #99cents October 1-31st

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The Island is a sexy and unexpectedly sweet MFM romance. Read all about it →HERE

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Rocking Autumn Excerpt

Chapter 27

When The Living Room Sessions take the stage, my stomach is full of butterflies, and my heart is pounding like a wild animal in a cage. I focus in on one person, and one person only. Jax swaggers onto the stage with his guitar slung across his back.

Jax can say what he wants. He can call himself a musician. A guitar player. Whatever it is he calls himself which is anything besides a rock star.

Tonight he is a freaking rock star. He looks like a god standing on that stage. Celestial blue and purple lights wash over him, casting a deep night sky tinted hue across his black hair that falls so effortlessly across his forehead. A thin cloud of foggy mist drifts at his feet making him look like he’s just arrived from some kind of rock and roll heaven.

When he spots me standing just feet from the stage, he winks and blows me a kiss. I don’t even know how hard I blush, but I’m thankful for the darkness. I throw one back at him, wondering what the cat squad at the bar would be saying about that.

CHICAGO,” Luke calls into the microphone, followed by the cheers of the audience. “It’s fucking good to be home. Let’s show ‘em how it’s done and blow the roof off this motherfucker tonight.”

They start to play and, holy shit, they’re incredible. I haven’t heard him play, like really play, in ten years. It’s hands down the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

The music is pounding and ear-splitting. It’s hard and intense, but so rich and thick with dark melodies that I’m completely mesmerized. The vocals shared between Luke and Jax are profound and poetic. I’m hypnotized.

Jax moves around the stage, his guitar thrusting forward with his hips. His black hair is falling across his forehead only to fly backward with one flip of his head over his shoulders. It makes me think of sex. The look on his face and the way he moves. It’s like he’s fucking everyone in the audience, seducing all of us who are lucky enough to be caught in his web.

Mid-show he takes off his white tank top, which is undoubtedly wet with sweat like his entire torso is. The fine sheen of it glistening under the purplish lighting makes every muscle on his body stand out. He keeps looking at me and smiling from the stage, filling my stomach with anxious butterflies, and the black lacy panties I have on with a warm wetness.

Towards the end of the hour-long set, Jax grabs the mic in front of him and winks at me. “My amazingly fucking beautiful girlfriend, Autumn is here tonight,” he calls out, pointing to me in the audience. I’m glad it’s dark because tingling red heat fills my cheeks once again. “I wrote this song for her about five years ago when she still hated my fucking guts—”

The crowd cheers and whistles.

“If you know it, sing along. It’s called, ‘Rocking Autumn.’”

*Rocking Autumn lyrics*

It has the same haunting, dark and melodic tone of the rest of their songs. But it’s softer somehow. Instead of screaming the lyrics, Luke sings them in a drawn out ethereal sounding murmur. Jax hammers away at his guitar and stares at me the entire time. I have to gulp down a breath of air.

In fact, he makes such a show of staring at me that I feel like everyone’s eyes are on me by the end of the song. Still, I can’t tear my eyes from the electric blue ones that hold me hostage from where he’s standing. When the song is over, he slings his guitar across his back and jumps off the side of the stage and stalks towards me.

Before I know it, one of his hands is clutching my ass closer to him, and the other is clinging to the side of my face. “I fucking love you, Autumn.” He grins before kissing me.

Around us, people are going crazy cheering us on. But I’m too lost to Jax to pay them any mind.

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