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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Are blogs worthwhile?


Are virtual book tours worthwhile? 

I think so, but then I’m currently involved in one that’s absorbing me with posting a different interview or blog everyday, and following the comments. It’s the comments I love. Information from readers is the best and I love every comment that gives me insight into a reader’s mind.

 The our is to push my first erotica, Fiery Pursuit, issued recently by Ellora’s Cave. The sequel, Stormy Pursuit, will be out soon, and I’m planning a series of eight if my publisher likes them. I’ve already finished book three, Dark Pursuit, and started book four, Dangerous Pursuit. Unfortunately my hero in this last one is giving me fits and I haven’t figured out how to get him out of the jam he’s in!



Just to titillate you, here’s an excerpt from Stormy Pursuit. This is unedited, since my edits on this aren’t done, and it’s the first time I’ve posted an excerpt from Stormy.

“A woman, no, a girl walked rapidly toward him, looking down as if absorbed in a problem of her own. Max moved even quicker, standing in front of her and blocking her way with his solid body. She raised startled eyes to him, and Max found himself drowning in the blazing green of gorgeous eyes that pierced him to his core. Surely it was the most astonishing moment of his life. His heart flipped over and settled somewhere in his pounding chest. Somehow through the roar in his ears he could hear a voice drumming the words mine, mine, mine.

For a moment he feared he’d said them aloud. Those amazing eyes flared for a moment, and then she dropped her gaze and blushed. Max was pretty sure he hadn’t spoken, but her blush told him he might have. What the hell was going on here?

She was carrying her hat in her hand, and her pale golden hair shone even in the dim light of the hallway. Only his formidable willpower kept his hands at his sides. If he could only stroke that shining hair he’d surely feel all his cares dissolve.

By god, he was going crazy.

Her face wary, she spoke a few words in a tone of pure curiosity. “Do I know you?” In an alluring contralto voice that enmeshed him even further into her web. Conscious or unconscious web? He wished he knew. She’d bewitched him with one glance. Did that mean she was really a witch?

Maybe he hadn’t spoken aloud, but she’d divined at least some of his thoughts. Her deep blush proved that. Max started forward to place his hands on her arms, barely touched her and then stepped away.

“No,” he said. “But you definitely will. I’m Chief Inspector Maxwell Lorimer. I intend to know you soon. And very well.”

Her eyes flashed again and this time he was positive of alarm in them. What had he said to frighten her? If she didn’t like police he’d have to change her mind. Right now his hard cock was almost bursting through his trousers and he’d better keep her from dropping her gaze again. He’d best keep her talking, and not put even a finger on her until he re-discovered his never-lost-before control.

“May I take you to lunch?” he blurted.

“Lunch? It’s not nearly time for lunch.” A devastating half-smile quirked her enticing lips.

“Coffee, then? There’s a small café around the corner you might like.”

He held his breath while she looked him directly in the eye for a long moment. She flipped back her splendid hair, then she flushed, crammed the hat back on, and nodded. He stepped back quickly so she could precede him out the door. A curious thought nagged at his detective’s mind. He’d swear she had her own reason for consenting to go with him. No matter. He’d delight in solving any puzzles this delightful girl offered. And coffee was the first step in his courtship.

Now where had that word come from? An outlandish word but courtship was what he’d wage. For the first time he knew he wanted more than a seductive interlude with a woman. He feared he craved a great deal more than her body. The body he could hardly keep his hands from caressing. Intelligence shone out of those mesmerizing eyes, and also basic purity. There was nothing to impede the courtship he’d never even thought about before. She was everything he wanted.”

4 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

Good question, Jean. Wish I knew if any of this promo stuff was worthwhile. Really, I just want to write books. The other stuff takes soooooo much time.

Congrats on your series. Sounds awesome. :)

Harlie Reader said...

Congratulations on your series Jean! Loved the excerpt.

As a blogger/reviewer, I will say that yes, it does take time. I have to work with blog tour companies and wait for the attachments for the blog post. Then, if I'm reviewing it, I have to read it/review it/post it. Giveaways, too. One of my tour companies has simplied the giveaway process with making a generic Rafflecopter that links back to the tour company so we don't have to pick our winners anymore. That in itself is priceless.

I have some friends that are author assistants that take away most of the promo stuff from the author. They set up the promo's and then all the author has to do is show up with comments. :)

I love comments, too. I like to talk to people that come on my blog.

Marika
maw1725@gmail.com

jean hart stewart said...

Thanks to both of you for your insight. Know an author's assistant who wants to work for peanuts? Actually, I'm starting to use my daughter to help, and she's going to be a lifesaver when I figure out what to tell her each day. Lots of stuff, like this blog are too personal to turn over, though. I'm trying a blog tour as we communicate here...

Harlie Reader said...

I'm not an author's assistant (sadly).

I'm an old, old PA that dealt with men that I had to hold their hands sometimes. It just comes naturally to me. I'm a total cliche when it comes to the "PA" troupe in a romance book. :)

Marika