Friday, May 23, 2014

20 Minute Book Marketing--Does it Work?

All this week I've been conducting an experiment. What would happen if I spend twenty minutes a day marketing my book? For some background, my book, RAZE, SHINE #6 was released back in February 2014. It's available as an e-book on Amazon. It's my first work to publish, and I'm super excited about it.
Marketing is a challenge for me. But I decided that I need to stop worrying about what I can't control, and instead focus on what I can control. I have four young children, a husband in surgical residency, several more books to write, and I'm preparing to make a big move from Tulsa to Galveston, TX, but surely I can spend 20 minutes a day on book marketing, right?
I did. I spent a chunk of my morning from about 9:00 am to 9:20, solely focused on marketing. I put up a blog post, linked it to Twitter and Facebook, and then spent more time on Facebook promoting on the book writing groups. I also spent a little time on making friend requests and socializing on the FB book lovers sights. I made sure to set the alarm on my phone, so I knew that I ONLY had twenty minutes. It helped me stay focused, especially when I got on Facebook and felt tempted to scan through the news feed, or got distracted by a picture of someone's adorable baby. Setting the timer worked better than I thought, and it was such a simple thing to do. I plan to continue with 20 minute marketing, just so I can stay focused.

Here are my results in terms of Amazon ranking:
May 19- #469,644
May 20- #209,315
May 21- #291,057
May 22- #344,971
May 23- #389,137

Also, I gained one more five-star review, which I'm very proud of. Those reviews are better than chocolate to me! The numbers are marginally impressive, but you can see that I at least sold a couple books, which in my mind is worth the twenty minutes.

The main lesson I've learned is to be consistent. Maybe I won't get a sale today, but at least I got my name out there, and I've become a more visible online presence, so that when my next book comes out in July, I'll already have some followers.

Does anyone have better suggestions for how I can spend my twenty minutes? I've got the blog, Twitter, and Facebook as my main targets, but I'm sure there are other paths I could take that would garner more sales.

I'd also like to invite other authors to take the 20 minute challenge. (Now I sound like an aerobics instructor) and report on how they did!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Special Sneak Peek!

Today you get a special sneak peek of my latest Shine novella. REVEN, Book One, is scheduled for official release in July. I've had so much fun working on this book. To be honest, June and Memphis were some of personal favorite characters to create. I hope my enthusiasm shows in the writing. I can't wait for this book to be released!
Question: Would you wear combat boots with your prom dress? Why or why not?
CHAPTER ONE
I stripped off my stilettos and pulled on my combat boots. I didn’t have time to change my prom dress. Silver satin rustled as I cinched my laces. In the ballroom next door, cheers erupted as the student body elected a new prom queen.
“June Brighton,” I heard Principal Evans call.
The cheers continued. How long would it take them to realize I’d disappeared?
“June Brighton,” the principal repeated.
I winced as he said my name. Being prom queen made my life more complicated. I’d never admit it to anyone, but I felt grateful that the Revens picked tonight to prowl. I had an excuse to avoid all the attention. I wasn’t sure why I felt that way. I wasn’t sure of a lot of things, except that right now, I had to stop the Revens.
“June, where are you?”
The cheers quieted. I almost wanted to go over there so I could end the awkward silence, but thought better of it.
I stood and smoothed my gown. I’d found the pattern three years ago and knew this would be my prom dress. Half my summer savings went into buying the material.
This gown was every little girl’s dream. Layers of ivory and silver satin hugged the bodice. Rhinestones sparkled around the sheer sleeves and scooped neckline. It took me hours to stitch the tiny beads into place. The tiered ruffled skirt flowed to my knees in waves of shimmering taffeta.
But that wasn’t the only reason I’d sewn it myself. I had to make sure the dress was practical. Mom had found some military-grade Kevlar at a surplus store. I’d reinforced the bodice with the body armor, layered the underskirt with a durable polyester blend, even sewn an extra pocket for my knife.
I pulled out my dagger. The familiar pearl handle conformed to my palm. Naomi’s text said the Revens were gathering on the roof. They wouldn’t get away this time. I sighed as I stared at my gown. I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this. But there was no way I could take down a Reven in this skirt.
I gripped my knife and cut through the fabric around my knees. I sawed at the material until I’d made an ugly serrated gash. I ripped the skirt off, transforming my floor-length gown into a tatty, knee-length skirt. This looked so much easier in the movies, and much more elegant. My heart gave a painful thump as I found the nearest trash can and disposed of the fabric.
Regret nagged at me. I should’ve just made it knee-length in the first place. But my stupid sense of fashion had overridden my rational thoughts. No use crying about it now.
I crept to the dressing room’s door and peeked outside.
Hotel LaBelle is one of the nicer places to stay in Manhattan. My high school doesn’t like to play it cheap. They book the place every year. Tiny chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Plush carpeting covered the hallway’s floor. Lucky for me, the carpet would muffle the sound of my clunky boots.
The hallway was empty, so I snuck outside.
In the ballroom, I heard Principal Evans on the microphone. “If anyone sees June, tell her she’s our new prom queen.”

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

The Power to See by Jennifer Anne Davis

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THE POWER TO SEE BY JENNIFER ANNE DAVIS


Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing

Content Rating: Mature Content (Rated YAm with 5's in all categories.) 




At first glance, twenty-two-year-old Brianna’s life seems perfect. But she harbors a deadly secret—her father is the leader of a ruthless drug cartel. Brianna struggles to find her place in a world her father meticulously controls, and believes she is nothing but a pawn in her father’s deadly games. 

After graduating from college with an enormous debt, Dominic finds himself lured by money and power into a job that appears too good to be true. He doesn’t realize he works for a drug cartel until he’s in too deep. Trying to keep his family safe, he takes a deal offered by Brianna’s father and agrees to marry Brianna while continuing to work for the cartel. 

Brianna and Dominic must rely on one another as their lives become further entwined in the lethal drug world. When Dominic discovers a deadly secret, he begins to question everything and turns to Brianna for support. However, Brianna’s heart belongs to another man—an undercover DEA agent. 

The DEA closes in on the drug cartel, forcing Brianna and Dominic to choose sides, igniting a battle between family loyalty, love, and survival. Brianna soon realizes that she may be the only person capable of bringing down her father’s empire—if she can find a way to outsmart the master manipulator, without losing herself, and her heart, in the process.





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There was a soft knock on her door. Matt popped his head in, making her flush. As much as she fought against it, Brianna had to admit, Matt was hot. She hadn’t seen him since their dinner the other night. There was something different about him from other men she’d known. She liked that Matt was intelligent and highly sought after in the law field. Even though he was confident, he wasn’t cocky, and there was something gentle about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she liked that he seemed interested in getting to know her. It was a refreshing change. Of course, it was also nice that Matt was untouched by her father.

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” he asked, giving her a half smile.

“Nothing too exciting. I have a lot to do before we meet with the judge on Monday.”

“Well, you can’t work all weekend, so I have a proposition for you.” Matt walked in and sat on the edge of Brianna’s desk, pulling two tickets from his shirt pocket. “I’m taking you to a baseball game Saturday night.”

Did he just ask her out? Was Matt interested in her? This wasn’t good. Why couldn’t Matt be married or unattractive? Why did she have to meet him now? “I don’t know,” she managed to say.

“You owe me a dinner,” Matt reminded her, the dimple in his cheek showing.

“I can’t.” She really wanted to, but her father would never approve.

Matt raised his eyebrows. “I’m not asking you out on a date, so don’t get all defensive. I’m simply asking you to a baseball game, and it’s work related if that makes you feel any better.” He leaned in close, smiling like they shared a secret.

Why did he have to keep looking at her like that? “Work related how?” she asked. Perhaps there was a way to get her father’s approval.

“The firm has a box. So, technically it’s a work function.”

“Is anyone else going?”

“No,” he whispered.

Brianna wanted to be alone with Matt, but she wasn’t sure she could control herself around him. Salazar’s plan was very direct and specific, and Matt was definitely not a part of the plan. She couldn’t afford to lose focus now. But the way Matt sat on the desk, his smile, those eyes—she was drawn to him. She closed her eyes, smelling his musky scent. Not once in Brianna’s life had Salazar ever asked her what she wanted. Everything was planned and she was expected to go along with it. Against her better judgment, she agreed to go to the game.

“I’ll pick you up at six.” Matt smiled. He slid from her desk and strolled to the door.

“No, I’ll meet you there.”

After glancing back at her, Matt responded, “Suit yourself,” and left.

Brianna was grinning so big, her cheeks hurt. A baseball game sounded like fun. She just needed to make sure her father knew it was a work function so he wouldn’t jump to the wrong conclusion. A little voice in the back of her mind screamed at the stupidity of getting involved with Matt, but Brianna chose to ignore the voice of reason.


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THE KEY IS FREE

About Jennifer Anne Davis



Jennifer graduated from the University of San Diego with a degree in English and a teaching credential. Afterwards, she finally married her best friend and high school sweetheart. Jennifer is currently a full-time writer and mother of three young children. Her days are spent living in imaginary worlds and fueling her own kids’ creativity.

Visit Jennifer online at www.JenniferAnneDavis.com.




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Wednesday

All this week, I'm promoting by book Raze, Shine #6. Today I'm posting chapter one of RAZE. Hope you enjoy!
Excerpt from RAZE
CHAPTER ONE

My name’s May. My sister’s called Lillie. Mom named us after her heroine, May Lillie, a genuine cowgirl who wrestled broncos, shot pistols, and starred in old western flicks. Mom loved the woman so much she named both her daughters after the lady.
My dad was a cowboy from Texas. Lillie’s dad was a street kid from New York. Mom’s gone now, so my sister and I stick together. We’ve learned we have a knack for raising hell. Believe it or not, that’s what we do for a living.
“You gonna finish that?” Lillie pointed to my chocolate-drizzled donut. Chocolate is the food of the gods. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
“I’m fixin’ to.”
“Fixin’ to? Nobody talks like that in New York.”
“I do.” I took a bite out of the donut. Heaven saturated my taste buds. Mmm, chocolate.
The restaurant crowd pressed in around us. We ignored them, tucked into our booth at the back. Our seat on the west wall gave us a spectacular view of the city. Skyscrapers surrounded us. Their glass panels reflected the morning sunlight. The diner smelled of grease. Shouting erupted as New Yorkers called out their food orders. My sister claimed that she loved it here. I still couldn’t comprehend why.
Lillie pulled out her tablet. With her corn-silk yellow hair, dark eyes, and olive skin, Lillie could pass for my sister, but that’s where the similarities stopped. She wore skinny jeans, a nose ring, and a gray Death Metal t-shirt. I stuck with my worn-in cowgirl boots and plaid shirt. She called me a hick, I called her a freak. That’s what sisters do, right?
“What’s on the schedule today?” I asked Lillie.
“Paula Conrad. She’s meeting us here. Her youngest daughter went missing and she wants us to find her.”
“And how are we supposed to help?”
“Guess she wants us to chainmail whoever took her daughter.”
“Razor. She’s already tried the cops?”
“No idea. Guess we’ll find out. But while you’ve been stuffing your face, I’ve been doing some research.”
“Nerd,” I muttered between bites of chocolate goodness.
“Loser,” she shot back.
Lillie pulled her tablet close and tapped the newsreader app. I leaned in as the din from the morning rush overpowered the broadcast.
“. . . six month anniversary. Residents are slowly recovering after an alleged Shine attack that left most of Seattle demolished. A memorial was held on the ruins of the Space Needle.”
In other news, a total of seven teens between the ages of thirteen and fifteen are still missing from the Bronx and Manhattan boroughs. Authorities are enforcing a strict curfew and urge anyone with information to contact them as soon as possible.”
Lillie clicked off the reader as a woman and a teenage girl loomed over us. Ms. Conrad and one of her children, I assumed. The girl looked fifteen, sixteen tops. Freckles spattered her nose and cheeks. She wore her strawberry blond hair in a sloppy ponytail. Grass-stains marred her soccer t-shirt. Her eyes darted away from mine.
Ms. Conrad looked as if she were trying hard to keep from crying. When she looked at me, I felt a sense of silent pleading, and something else. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Ms. Conrad?” Lillie asked.
She nodded and took a seat in the booth. Her daughter squeezed in beside her. “You’re the Wheaton sisters?”
“Yes,” Lillie answered.
“This is my oldest daughter, Karmen. I hope we’re not late.” She smoothed strands of mussed hair away from her face. Her voice cracked as she spoke. I noticed one of her hands trembling as she placed it in her lap.
“How can we help you?” Lillie asked.
She forced a smile. “I guess you’ve heard about my daughter?”
“She’s one of the missing teens?” I asked.
“Yes, her name’s Ashleigh. She’s only thirteen. God, she’s just a baby.” She held her breath for a moment. “She’s all we’ve got.”
Karmen rested her fingers on her mother’s hand.
“We’re sorry for what you’re going through,” Lillie said.
She nodded.
“Ms. Conrad, why did you come to us? Why not ask the police for help?”
“I already have. But they can’t help. Not really.”
“Why not?”
“They won’t listen, and . . .” she exhaled. “And I can’t tell them everything, you know?”
Lillie leaned forward. “What can’t you tell the police?”
She didn’t answer.
“Ms. Conrad, you came to us for help. What can’t you tell the police?”
She shook her head. “No. It’s nothing really. Forget I said anything.” She snatched her purse off the table and rummaged through it.
“Ms. Conrad,” I said, sinking my southern drawl into the words. “My sister and I don’t agree on music or boys or pretty much anything, but there is one thing we do agree on. We don’t believe in blabbing. Keeping secrets is what we do best. If there’s something you need to tell us, then do it.”
The hum of voices quieted as the diner’s morning rush ebbed. She stared out the window. Choppercars whizzed around the towering buildings. Below the skyscrapers, a sea of yellow taxis filled the street, but she seemed focused on something else. “I can’t,” she whispered.
“Not even for Ashleigh?” Karmen asked in a quiet voice.
She stared at Karmen. A look passed between them. I wondered if they’d had this conversation before. “No.” She looked at me with a steely determination in her eyes. “This isn’t why I came here.” She pulled a picture from her purse and passed it across the table.
I took the photo. The girl looked like her mother, with light hair and the same nervous smile.
“I want you to find her,” Ms. Conrad said, “not interrogate me. She’s been gone four days. She was with some friends on her way home from school. The cops searched the area but didn’t find anything. Please help her. I know you’ve found people before. I’ll pay as much as you want.”
“First we need information. Anything you can tell us will be helpful. No secrets, no lies.”
Tears shone in her eyes. “They’d take her if they found out,” she whispered.
“Who would?”
Karmen squeezed her mother’s hand. “Mom, it’s okay. You can trust them.”
I studied Karmen. She seemed like an honest person, but I wondered why she trusted us. She’d never met me or my sister.
Ms. Conrad exhaled, then replaced the picture in her purse. “The government. Ashleigh is a Shine.”
So that’s why she didn’t want to tell us. Shines were people with unusual abilities. If the government found out, Ashleigh would be taken to a facility. Probably never see her mother again. No wonder Ms. Conrad guarded her daughter’s secret.
“How long have you known?” I asked her.
“Not long. Karmen noticed it first. Ashleigh started levitating objects in her sleep about six months ago. She didn’t even know she was doing it. Then one morning at breakfast she levitated her oatmeal.” She let out a breathy laugh. “Right out of her bowl, spilled it all over herself.”
“And on me,” Karmen added.
“What did you do after that?” Lillie asked.
“I made her promise to keep it a secret. I couldn’t let them take her away from me.”
“So your daughter’s been hiding her abilities for six months. Are you sure she didn’t tell anyone?”
She didn’t answer. Her silence spoke volumes.
“Who did she tell?” I asked.
“It was her best friend, Gemma. Ashleigh came home from school one day. She was acting strange. I asked her what was going on and she said Gemma was a Shine, too, just like her. I begged Ashleigh not to tellGemma about her own abilities, but she wouldn’t listen. The day Ashleigh went missing, Gemma went missing as well.”
“Both on the way home from school?”
She nodded.
“Could the government have found out and taken them?”
“No. The government has to contact the parents first, fill out paperwork. They wouldn’t just kidnap her. This was someone else.”
“What about the SSS?”
“Maybe. But if they did it, wouldn’t we know by now?”
“True,” Lillie said. “What about Revens?”
“The bounty hunters?”
“It makes sense.”
“But we’ve got the same problem. Revens wouldn’t be quiet about it. If they’re trying to collect a bounty on a Shine, the police would’ve known.” I turned to Ms. Conrad. “Do you have any idea who might have taken them?”
That look in her eyes returned, but this time I knew what it was. Terror. “There’s a street gang, they call themselves the Xeros. They take Shines like her—the ones who’ve just discovered their abilities—and make them fight against each other. It’s an awful game, most of them die, and if they don’t die, they wish they did.”
I’d never heard of the gang, and Lillie and I usually knew about groups like that. They must’ve been very good at hiding. But that begged the question. How did Ms. Conrad know? Lillie must’ve been thinking the same thing.
“How do you know about this gang?” my sister asked.
“Because I was fourteen when they took me.”
I almost laughed. “How is that possible? Shines have only been around for a few years.”
“The Xeros haven’t always used Shines. Before that, they went after anyone different, anyone they thought would be interesting in a fight. I’d been a resident at a mental institution a few times. They thought I had issues, so they took me.”
Lillie stared at Ms. Conrad. “What sort of issues?”
“Depression, anger problems, that sort of thing. Nothing major, nothing that warranted what they did to me.”
“They forced you to fight?”
She nodded.
“How did you escape?”
She pressed her swollen eyes closed.
Karmen turned to me. “She’d rather not talk about it.”
“No, it’s okay,” Ms. Conrad said. “They need to know.” Her voice softened. “I knew I was about to die,” she said. “There were others stronger than me, more vicious. When we weren’t fighting, they kept us tied up. One day, I found a box cutter on the field. I kept it. I used it to cut through the ropes. I’d almost escaped when they found me again.
“The next time, they chained me. I still had my box cutter. I knew what I had to do.” She took a deep breath, and then carefully rolled up her sleeve. Her forearm twisted around with a click. She removed a prosthetic arm from her elbow. She placed it on the table with the quiet clanking of plastic against metal.
“No one else made it out alive.”

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Back to the Basics

All this week I'm promoting my book, Raze, Shine #6. I'm going back to the basics, and today, I'm telling you a little bit about myself that you may not have known.
About Me: I’m a stereotypical mommy. I have four kids, a husband, one cat
and one dog.

I fill my days with PTA meetings and football practice and ballet lessons. I even drive a minivan.
I became an author so I could beat the stereotype. Mommies don’t write fantasy novels in their spare time, do they?
Then I went to a writing conference filled with seven hundred other mommies who all drove minivans and went to PTA meetings and wrote fantasy novels in their spare time.
I’ve got one thing going for me—I write about the un-stereotype—the people who are weird and different and quirky. My life may be filled with paying bills and washing dishes, but my characters can do whatever they please.
Secretly, I’m not a stereotype. I hate chick flicks, my cooking is sub-par, and I’m a horrible seamstress. But that’s why I love to write, to make up for all my inadequacies, and to help other people see that in many ways, we’re all the same. When we look a little closer, I find that we all feel the same kinds of emotions. We feel sad or happy or ecstatic. We feel pain. We feel gratitude. We feel peace.
I believe that we’re all weird and different and quirky, and that’s what makes us unique.

About my book: In the near future, a few young women manifest extraordinary abilities called "Shine." Each girl's ability is different. Some develop extraordinary mental abilities. Some become physically strong. Others have powers that defy description. But the world does not embrace these Shines. It fears them.

As professional hellraisers, sisters May and Lillie Wheaton believe they’re prepared for any situation. A client hires them to find her missing daughter and it seems like just another job until they realize the lost girl is a Shine. She’s been captured by New York’s most devious gang, the Xeros. May and Lillie track down the Xeros, but are horrified to learn the gang uses Shines in violent, deadly cage fights. Too late, May and Lillie realize the Xeros are smarter than they expected and, armed with the explosive power of Shines, are incredibly powerful. The lines between ally and enemy, between sister and friend, are about to change--fatally. You can buy my book by clicking here

Monday, May 19, 2014

What is Shine?

What is Shine?
I've mentioned my book on this blog several times, but what is Shine exactly? It seems a lot of you want to know the answer, so here goes:
Shine is a breakthrough new series about young women with extraordinary abilities. New York Times-bestselling author created the books to be online serialized novellas. Like comic books, a new novella is available every month. Unlike comic books, these novellas are inexpensive, and you get a novella-length work that can be read over the weekend.
The first five installments are written by Bernhardt. The story is about Aura, a girl blamed for the destruction of Seattle, and follows her through her quest to survive “rehab” for Shines.
The next installments are written by authors invited by Bernhardt. I had the opportunity to write Shine #6, RAZE.
I look forward to posting for the next several days. I had a blast writing Raze, and I hope you’ll feel the excitement I do!
To learn more about Shine, you can watch the You Tube video.
To purchase my book on Amazon, you can click the link here.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

WAR!

















WAR IS NOW AVAILABLE! 

Get it today! 

You've waited patiently and now it's here. WAR by Jennifer Anne Davis is now available. Check out the stunning conclusion to this best-selling series published by Clean Teen Publishing. Have you missed out on this series? Check out book one—The Key—for FREE!



When Rema chose to be crowned queen and join the rebel forces, she knew she'd face the fight of her life. What she didn't expect was to be kidnapped by an Emperion assassin and taken to the mainland to be executed in front of the emperor. How can she save Greenwood Island if she can't even save herself?

Darmik knows he doesn't have much time to rescue Rema. He’s denounced his position as Commander and Prince in order to join the rebels. But now he must rely on his family name in order to go before the Emperor—his uncle—and beg for Rema’s life.

If Rema and Darmik have any hope of being together and saving their kingdom, they must survive the greatest threat of all—Emperion.

This is the heart-pounding conclusion to The True Reign Series.


The True Reign Series
BY JENNIFER ANNE DAVIS 

Series: The True Reign Series

THE KEY by Jennifer Anne Davis
(FREE!)

Within these pages lie kingdoms with castles and princes who fall in love with fair maidens, but make no mistake−this is no fairytale. 

His father's kingdom is on the brink of upheaval and at the center of it all is an ordinary girl who could be the key to its undoing. When faced with the ultimate choice, will he choose the girl he's falling in love with or the kingdom he has sworn to protect?

An ordinary girl with an extraordinary past... All she wants is to be free. What she doesn't realize is that freedom comes with a price she can't afford to pay. She's forced to accept the proposal of a prince she despises, even though her heart belongs to someone else... his brother.

Seventeen-year-old Rema lives in a brutal kingdom where travel between regions is forbidden, people are starving, and looking at someone the wrong way can mean death. Nineteen-year-old Darmik is the king’s son and Commander of the King’s Army. He spends his days roving the island, doing his father’s bidding and trying to maintain control over the people.

When a chance encounter throws Rema and Darmik together, they share an instantaneous connection, but any sort of relationship between them is strictly forbidden. Darmik’s brother, the Crown Prince, notices Darmik’s interest in Rema and, in a calculated, political move, blackmails her. Faced with an impossible choice, Rema is forced to sacrifice her heart in order to save her family. 

As Rema is taken to the palace with the Crown Prince, Darmik confronts the growing rumor that a legitimate blood heir to the throne exists and is trying to overthrow Darmik’s family. In Darmik’s quest to hunt down and kill the threat, he discovers that nothing is as it seems. Locked in the king’s castle, Rema finds herself a key player in a massive power struggle. When Darmik shows up, she’s not sure if she can trust him. The line between friends, enemies, and loyalty becomes blurred. As truths are unlocked, Rema understands that she just might be the key to finding the rightful heir and restoring peace to the kingdom… if she can manage to stay alive long enough.

RED by Jennifer Anne Davis



Sentenced to be executed. 

Betrayed. Alone. 

Hung on the gallows. 

Rema thought her life was over, but she was wrong. 

Saved by a rebel force she’d only ever heard rumors about, Rema finds herself in a forbidden place. She is finally safe—free from the king and Prince Lennek. But not everything is as it seems at the rebel fortress. Secrets are whispered, and loyalties are tested. Once Rema uncovers the truth of her heritage, will she flee? Or will she ascend to the throne, taking on the responsibility of an entire kingdom? 

Now that Darmik knows Rema’s true identity, he’s on a quest to save her. But when an Emperion assassin arrives on Greenwood Island, Darmik knows he doesn’t have very long to find her. In a deadly game with high stakes, will Darmik remain loyal to his family? Or will he break away and join the rebels? 


Kingdoms rise and fall. 

Heroes are born and made. 

But one thing remains the same—love conquers all. 


About Jennifer Anne Davis






Jennifer graduated from the University of San Diego with a degree in English and a teaching credential. Afterwards, she finally married her best friend and high school sweetheart. Jennifer is currently a full-time writer and mother of three young children. Her days are spent living in imaginary worlds and fueling her own kids’ creativity.

Visit Jennifer online at www.JenniferAnneDavis.com.




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Monday, May 5, 2014

Wanted: One New Spine--Must Be Tough

Hi, my name is Tamara, and I do NOT have an unbreakable spine. In fact, my spine is pretty weak, especially after getting rejections over and over. So I'm in need of a new one, preferably one that never breaks. Also a new heart would be nice, one that doesn't feel like a ball of lead after every writerly rejection.

I get that rejection is part of the process. I get that I need a tough backbone in order to survive in this industry. Most of the time I'm fine. But sometimes those darned rejections catch me unaware, and I crack.

At this point, I'm considering all my options for publication. After A to Z I've gained some new followers, and I know that most of you are writers, so I'll pose this question:

Self-pub, small press, or agent?


What's been your experience?

Have you had experience with any of the three methods listed above? If so, please dish, as I'm sorely confused.