Yep – at least I hope so. I can only tell you why I think they are from my own experience.
I’ve been involved in a few recently and tho I hesitated at first to take the time away from my writing, I had become feeling a bit secular in my little office. I mean there’s a real world out there and I’ve lived in my characters heads for so long, I’d begun talking like them at home. And trust me; the gritty language used in “Roll the Dice” didn’t sit well with my family. LOL
So I decided to start trying different ways of promoting. Joining with others in blog hops and Giveaways hoping to reach a larger audience—people who might never find my work in any other way. I mean isn’t that what we all want? New readers to get hooked?
And so I’ve joined in with Jeff Bennington, and others, to put my Romantic Suspense novel “Roll the Dice” into the genre mix with other suspense and horror authors. It’ll be fun to follow the activity on twitter and watch the numbers. It’ll also be nice to get new likes on my facebook and of course a rise in sales. (One can only hope!!!)
“You shot me!” Sweet Jesus it hurt!
“You told me to.”
“Dumb shit!” Aurora Morelli pushed her new partner from hovering over her so she could sit up. “I didn’t mean it!” she continued. “I just wanted you to scare Rhondo.” She felt blood gushing from the wound on her arm, and purposely kept her head turned away.
“Shooting you did scare him. He let you go, didn’t he?”
Aurora frowned at him. Why does his voice have to sound so damn reasonable?
“Whatever!” She hoped her scorn would get to him.
“Hey! I saw his eyes. You didn’t. He had every intention of using that knife. I’m talking about that sharp one he had pressed against your throat. If I’d have tried to shoot him instead of you…” He shrugged, leaving her to come to her own conclusion.
Aurora shuddered, fighting off nausea. She didn’t want to listen to reason. Staying angry made the situation a whole lot easier to deal with. Sarcasm, the best weapon she had in such a macho-man’s environment, replaced whining.
She glared at him and saw his shapely eyebrows rise. The light of the bulb hanging from the ceiling of the cruddy apartment haloed his head, making the bare skin shine. “Just my friggin luck to end up with a partner who looks and thinks like Bruce Willis.”
Kai Larson chuckled, but Aurora’s glower put a quick end to his merriment. He tried changing the subject with sweet talk. “I’ve been told I have perfect shaped head for being bald.”
“Sure, and it goes swell with your baby-blue eyes,” she sneered. No way would she admit aloud that he did look good.
His response was a grunt of displeasure. “Are you always this crabby?”
Disbelief shone in her amazed expression. “Not at all”, she said, disdain evident. “Only when I’ve been shot.”