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Friday, August 10, 2018

Finding a New Groove with @MeganSlayer

Sometimes authors get a little discouraged. It happens. Whether it's feeling like you're not good enough or you hit a snag. That's where I am. I believe in myself, but with the flux in the market and business, it's tough. Some days I get down on myself. It's not hard. Things happen.

Then other things happen and they're good. I had the Celestial Mates series with another publisher and I liked the series. I liked the experience--for the most part. But things fell apart. So I kept the series kind of hidden. I wasn't sure what to do with it. Then that new door opened. I tried somewhere else. I'm glad I took that leap. If I hadn't, I'd still be stuck.

There are other things that have me stuck, but I'm happy. I'm all for some words of wisdom, too, if anyone wants to add a few. :-)

Speaking of new doors and new releases, here's a little bit about my book, Soft Iron:


Soft Iron by Megan Slayer 

Evernight Publishing
Contemporary Paranormal Romance
Short Story
M/F

Celestial Mates, 3

Bia is the goddess of strength and compulsion, but those traits have her trapped in iron. A simple kiss could break the curse, but who wants to kiss a statue? Especially a statue of a woman stabbing a man in the heart? She knows better than to hope her celestial mate will find her, but what if her hopes are justified? 

Oliver, a very quiet, geeky guy, knows his way around fabric and fashion. He excels at his job of dressing mannequins for storefronts, but he's lonely. When he sees the statue of Bia, he's smitten. She's everything—strong, confident and sexy—everything he wishes to be. What will happen if the shy man overcomes his fears and gives in to his heart's desire? He just might be able to harness the power of the goddess.


EXCERPT:
©Megan Slayer, 2018 All Rights Reserved
He waited until the door closed and peeked around the closest boxes. He didn’t want anyone listening in to his conversation. Call him overly private, but he liked keeping some things to himself.

Oliver whipped his phone from his pocket and snapped a few shots of the statue for future reference. He draped his bag over his shoulder, then hesitated.

Oliver turned and ascended the ladder one more time. He stared into her black eyes. He didn’t know what to say, but he felt he owed her a good-bye of sorts. “I’ll do my best for you to make you beautiful,” he said, then pressed his lips to hers. His mouth tingled and he bit back a moan. He’d never forget the statue. He’d see her again, but still she was one in a million.

Oliver eased away from her and touched his mouth. “Good night, Bia. Until tomorrow.”

He climbed down the ladder and headed out of the stockroom. He’d find the best dress and make her look stunning. Now he had to get her out of his mind so he could focus on his other jobs. He waved at Kratos, who was on the phone, then left the store. His favorite consignment shop tended to have summery dresses in stock and always the one-of-a-kind garments he preferred. If he played his cards right, he’d be able to find what he needed, get the statue dressed, and still make it to his six o’clock appointment before Matilde had a snit fit. Time to hit the stores.



2 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

I hear you. Publishing has always been a challenge, but it's really crazy now. Houses closing, constantly changing editors, readers wanting everything for free... It's enough to try anyone's resolve and patience. Good for you for soldering on. :)

Fiona McGier said...

I'm only a small fish in a big pond, but I've been through so many publishers getting sold that I feel like I don't know who to submit to anymore. Who will still be in business tomorrow, when so many of the big houses have closed?

And readers need to realize that we all work hard to produce what they like to read. I don't like paying too much for books either, but I'd never insult an author by emailing her/him and asking for a free book. I respect their time and want to reward those I like to read, for letting me escape from stress for a short time, while I immerse myself in the worlds they create.