Reviews are a funny thing. When you’re waiting to be published, published author friends warn you not to read them.
With good reason, I’ve realized.
A negative review has the power to make you doubt everything. When you encounter criticism, you can start to question your ability to string words into complete sentences, your self-worth, your fitness to live amongst human beings.
On the flip side, take too many positive reviews as the gospel truth and you might end up with an overinflated opinion of yourself and your writing. I don’t care how many people like a book, there’s always room for improvement.
Still, most of us — myself included — can’t help but sneak a peek at reviews from time to time. And, thanks to Amazon algorithms and whatnot, we’re always begging for reviews. Good or bad, a review helps a book’s visibility — and getting a book noticed on Amazon creates sales, which leads to money in the author’s pocket.
Start raking in enough pocket money, and that elusive goal of quitting the day job can become reality. What author doesn’t dream of that?
I was reading an e-newsletter from Goodreads or Createspace or somewhere else I can’t remember. In it, there was an interview with Susan Mallery. She said something about reviews that I don’t want to forget, so I made a quote card about it.
Feel free to share it with your friends!
Dare I say this week’s My Sexy Saturday theme is right up my alley?
This week’s theme is A Good Ole Sexy Time and think about things like the Dukes of Hazzard or maybe Nashville or the Appalachian Mountains. This week is about…well…normal people. You know, the boys next door, the good ole boys, the boys of summer and everything in between. There is nothing more sexy than a man at the beach or getting done with his chores or doing his best at any task.
Fun—and I have just the snippet.
In this scene from BLIND DATE BRIDE, Kari is grappling with her new reality. She and Damien, her faux husband of less than a week, have ceded the spare room she was planning to sleep in to the camera crew that will be taping their every move for a new series they’ve agreed to. Thus she finds herself reluctantly sharing his bed.
Damien is about the most normal guy I’ve ever had the pleasure of having in my head. (His buddy Cody is a close second.) He’s a veterinarian, a one-time band geek (trumpet), retired Casanova (he went a little crazy in college when he started running and playing tennis and grew into his gangly body) and armchair psychologist.
“Stop looking at me like you’re on a diet and I’m a hot fudge sundae!” she snapped at him.
Damien rolled his eyes. “You think you’re that irresistible, huh?”
“Well,” Kari began. More concerned with her own response to the look he was giving her, she hadn’t considered how conceited the complaint would make her sound.
“Because I have news for you, sweetheart, I can resist. No problem.”
She stood and sat on the edge of Damien’s bed opposite him, but not before scowling at him. “You don’t have to be such a jerk about it.”
He glowered right back. “Why shouldn’t I be? You’re basically saying you don’t trust me to keep my hands to myself, right?”
“Because I’ve never had to force my attentions on an unwilling woman before, and I don’t intend to start anytime soon. So until you decide you want my hands on you, you have nothing to worry about.”
Pardon the pun, but I was poking around in my reviews not too long ago, and found that SLIDING INTO HOME has some quite good ones.
Anyway, I made a graphic to share some of the nice things folks have been saying about the third book in my All Is Fair In Love and Baseball series.
This week’s My Sexy Saturday theme, Our Sexy Galaxy, begs for another dip into my sci-fi comedy romance manuscript. You might remember the story of a human from another planet who falls in love with an Earth woman and stows away aboard the Space Shuttle to get to her. However, because I’m not sure which box it’s buried in after my move, I’ll have to settle for seven sexy sentences from something I can lay my hands on.
Oooh — I know. Let’s delve into BREAKING ALL THE RULES, my tribute to Star Trek fans everywhere. I know I used the word “galaxy” in that story at least once.
A tenuous connection, sure. But I’ll take it!
In this scene, Allyson and Van meet in the Walmart parking lot so she can follow him to the hiking spot he’s suggested for their interview. She’s evaluating him for the Klingon interpreter position she must fill, but refused to ride in his car. Her insistence on driving herself, paired with the fact that she drives a Volvo prompts Van to tease her about being a “safety girl.”
“I just had breakfast.” Unless they’d be hiking up the side of a cliff, the Cheerios, strawberries and milk she had every weekday morning would fuel her through lunch, no problem.
“I did, too. But two jelly-filled donuts won’t stick with me long.”
Donuts? She imagined the sticky-sweet jam exploding on her tongue, and her mouth watered. How long had it been since she’d enjoyed a donut? Too long.
Cheerios, fruit and milk were a perfectly balanced breakfast.
Perfectly boring, too.
Allyson banished the rogue thought and smiled at Donovan. “The sooner we get started, the sooner you can get to your lunch.”