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OCT 13th – OCT 19th
OCT 13th – OCT 19th
Do you believe in lust at first touch?
Neither did he…
As if electrocuted by two-twenty volts, I stare with my mouth dropped open. I know a God-damned spell when I feel one but can’t break free. That gorgeous witch swears it’s not her doing but I’m not buying it. She’s a little liar. Don’t get me wrong, she’s stunning and I’d do her in a heartbeat but that’s not the point. I don’t like being compelled to do anything. Besides, I got serious Guild work to do. There couldn’t be a worst time to get shackled.
He obviously doesn’t like this attraction any more than I do but there’s nothing to worry about. I don’t need a boyfriend and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t choose him. All male witches, healing or warring, are arrogant, pig-headed, and best if bedded for one night. Otherwise, they try to tell you what to do, where to go, and are generally a pain in the ass. Besides, this one’s got a shadowy side, I can feel it hovering right under the surface.
Is it lust or love?
How do two people, forced together by an ancient spell, find their real feelings?
2017 Rone Paranormal Finalist writes another spell-binding tale of Magic and Mating
It’s 2017 and I am determined to share more of who I am and what it’s like to be me.
I’m a writer stuck in the body of a software architect. I read somewhere I should always introduce myself as a writer.
Let’s see how that pans out.
“Hi, I’m Stella Marie Alden, Best Selling Romance Author”
“Hi, I’m Susan Hammond, I work for Nuance. The company that makes Siri? Those phone programs that talk to you? Press one for one. Two for three? Or you can press operator, but no one competent will help you so best to stay with the automated system.”
I shouldn’t joke, that’s what pays my bills.
But sometimes, when I am in my day job, it doesn’t feel real. What feels real are the stories in my head. And there’s always stories. Even though I choose just one to focus on, there’re many clamoring in my brain.
People always ask me, where do your stories come from?
I say, how the hell do you guys shut them down?
I mean, how can you just watch people ahead of you in the grocery store, and NOT make up their life’s story? The handsome young man with potato chips, frozen meals, and razor blades. No ring on his finger, a cute dimple, nice leather jacket. Was he married? Did he leave a relationship?
What about the woman who’s dressed in high heels, designer jeans, diamonds? And buys Suave shampoo, hamburgers, and pita bread. Who’s she trying to impress?
It goes on and on. Because once I have the character, there’s no turning back. They live in my head, fermenting, waiting for me to say, “What should I write next?”
Me! Me! Me! They clamor.
After the unremarkable sales of my last book, I dead-stopped marketing. The thought of updating my blog made me freeze, I couldn’t find anything worthwhile to post on Facebook and my newsletter went silent.
What the hell was wrong with me?
At first I was convinced that I wanted to focus on my writing, then I was tired, then my day-job was overwhelming. Yada, yada, yada.
While all these things are true, they’re not the root cause of why I stopped. I think I have atychiphobia, fear of failure, in particular fear of failing at selling my books.
I looked it up on line and have all the symptoms. For me, it boils down to this. What if I put myself out there and people don’t like me?
My persona is that of a successful, positive, outgoing woman. However, my abused inner child sabotages me. I know this and yet when it happens, I’m blind-sided. Growing up, I never experienced unconditional love.
Dammit. That isn’t me. Not now.
I need to ask her to step back and let me try my hand at marketing again. Sure, I may fail but eventually, with enough practice, I’ll get better. While I’m learning, it doesn’t change who I am or my value as a writer or as a human being.
Starting at lunch time, here is what I am going to do:
Write this blog. Woo hoo. Mark this one done!
Write a marketing plan, complete with due dates.
Schedule no-excuse marking time into every week.
Break the to-do list down into small tasks
Create a new mantra! Repeat after me, “I am successful at marketing.”
Face your fear head on.
Picture yourself as a marketing maven. What does it feel like? Live there in your imagination. Write about her.
Define Milestones and rewards. Maybe that trip to a warm island surrounded by sand?
I must thank this website for helping me to define my problem.
More to come… please leave a comment with your own struggles!
Jace Fialko decided long ago he’d never try to mate again. He knows firsthand how the magical foreplay–the duel for sexual equality can turn deadly. He tempts fate when a stubborn, sinfully tempting earth witch gets into trouble and can’t resist being her hero. She’s prickly as a badger, lives in an Earthship, and has secrets deeper than the crevices she carves into the sand.
Terra needs to hide her talent. Alone in the desert for years, she knows better than to fall for an arrogant, sexy, flame-throwing alpha male. Her potent dark power could destroy them both, yet every moment she spends with him, makes her desperate to join with him. When an evil clan tries to take her mine full of turquoise, she must learn to fight back or lose everything, including Jace.
Haven’t read book one yet? No worries. Read the series in any order.
WARNING: Book contains mature themes, steamy, sexual scenes and graphic language
“The displays of the “earth” magic were stunning and spectacular and the solstice-mating antagonism between the characters was exhilaratingly beautiful, humorous, and heart-wrenching.” Lori Wiest, Wee Bit O’ Whiskey Blog