Saturday, 19 April 2014

Tour Finale: The Geography of You and Me by Jennifer E. Smith - Excerpts + Giveaway

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The Geography of You and Me
by Jennifer E. Smith

The Geography of You and Me

The Geography of You and Me by Jennifer E. Smith
YA Contemporary Romance
Published: 15th April 2014 by Little, Brown for Young Readers

Lucy and Owen meet somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floors of a New York City apartment building, on an elevator rendered useless by a citywide blackout. After they're rescued, they spend a single night together, wandering the darkened streets and marveling at the rare appearance of stars above Manhattan. But once the power is restored, so is reality. Lucy soon moves to Edinburgh with her parents, while Owen heads out west with his father.

Lucy and Owen's relationship plays out across the globe as they stay in touch through postcards, occasional e-mails, and -- finally -- a reunion in the city where they first met.

A carefully charted map of a long-distance relationship, Jennifer E. Smith's new novel shows that the center of the world isn't necessarily a place. It can be a person, too.

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Did you miss any of the excerpts we shared on our tour? 
You can go back and read chapter one in its entirety, but here are some snippets:

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The two main characters, Lucy and Owen, from The Geography of You and Me first meet in New York, but then keep in contact from different places around the world before meeting up in New York again.

The author, Jennifer E. Smith, shared some of her favorite places in the world in preparation of Geography's release. We'd like to re-share them with you!

A Backwards Story - Chapter One, Part 1

On the first day of September, the world went dark.

But from where she stood in the blackness, her back pressed against the brassy wall of an elevator, Lucy Patterson had no way of knowing the scope of it yet.

Literary Meanderings - Chapter One, Part 2

When the elevator had wrenched to a stop, their eyes met, and in spite of the situation, she’d found herself wondering—ridiculously—whether he recognized her, too. But then the lights above them had snapped off, and they were both left blinking into the darkness, the floor still quivering beneath them. There were a few metallic sounds from above—two loud clanks followed by a sharp bang—and then something seemed to settle, and except for the faint beat of his music, it was silent.

Book Briefs - Chapter One, Part 3

The boy turned to face her, and though it was still too dark for details, she could see him more clearly with each minute that passed. She was reminded of a science experiment her class did in fifth grade, where the teacher dropped a mint into each of the students’ cupped palms, then switched off the lights and told them to bite down hard, and a series of tiny sparks lit up the room. This was how he seemed to her now: his teeth flashing when he spoke, the whites of his eyes bright against the blackness.

A Life Bound By Books - Chapter One, Part 4

“I think we’ll be fine,” he said, his voice reassuring; then, with a hint of amusement, he added: “Unless, of course, you’re afraid of the dark.”

“I’m okay,” she said, sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, her elbows resting on her knees. She attempted a smile, which emerged a little wobbly. “I’ve heard monsters prefer closets to elevators.”

The Reading Diaries - Chapter One, Part 5

This time she laughed. “What’s up there, anyway?”

“The sky.”

“You’ve got keys to the sky?” she said, and he knitted his fingers together, lifting his arms above his head in a stretch.

“It’s how I impress all the girls I meet in the elevator.”

Colorimetry - Chapter One, Part 6

“I know. Hard to believe school starts tomorrow.”

“Yeah, for me, too,” he said. “Assuming we ever get out of here.”

“Where do you go?”

“Probably not the same place as you.”

“Well, I hope not,” she said with a grin. “Mine’s all girls.”

The Wonderings of One Person - Chapter One, Part 7

He considered this a moment. “Yup,” he said finally. “That pretty much sums up my feelings about New York.”

Lucy nodded. “You would prefer not to,” she said. “But that’s just because it’s new. Once you get to know it more, I have a feeling you’ll like it here.”

“Is this the part where you insist on taking me on a tour of the city, and we laugh and point at all the famous sights, and then I buy an I Black heart (cards) NY T-shirt and live happily ever after?”

“The T-shirt is optional,” she told him.

Melissa's Eclectic Bookshelf - Chapter One, Part 8

His eyes caught hers through the darkness, and the elevator felt suddenly smaller than it had just minutes before. Lucy thought of all the other times she’d been crammed in here over the years: with women in fur coats and men in expensive suits; with little white dogs on pink leashes and doormen wheeling heavy boxes on luggage carts. She’d once spilled an entire container of orange juice on the carpet right where Owen was sitting, which had made the whole place stink for days, and another time, when she was little, she’d drawn her name in green marker on the wall, much to her mother’s dismay.

I Am A Reader - Chapter One, Part 9

Across the elevator, Owen rested his head against the wall. “It is what it is…” he murmured, letting the words trail off at the end.

“I hate that expression,” Lucy said, a bit more forcefully than intended. “Nothing is what it is. Things are always changing. They can always get better.”

Bookfever - Chapter One, Part 10

“It won’t help anything,” she said. “Worrying.”

“Exactly,” he said. “It is what it is.”

“Nope,” she said. “Nothing is what it is.”

“Fine,” he said. “It’s not what it isn’t.”

Lucy gave him a long look. “I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Or maybe you’d just prefer not to,” he said, sitting forward, and they both laughed. The darkness between them felt suddenly thin, flimsy as tissue paper and even less substantial. His eyes shone through the blackness as the silence stretched between them, and when he finally broke it, his voice was choked.

You'll have to find out what happens between Lucy and Owen by grabbing a copy.

Author Bio - Jennifer E. Smith

Jennifer E. Smith is the author of This Is What Happy Looks Like, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight, The Storm Makers, You Are Here, and The Comeback Season. She earned a master’s degree in creative writing from the University of St. Andrews in Scotland, and currently works as an editor in New York City. Her work has been translated into 27 languages, and her next young adult novel, The Geography of You and Me, will be out in Spring 2014.

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Friday, 18 April 2014

The Edge of Hope by Alina Popescu Blog Tour - Guest Post + Excerpt + Giveaway

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The Edge of Hope (Bad Blood #1) by Alina Popescu
When tall, dark, and gorgeous shows up on your self-prescribed emotional recovery vacation, some would call it fate smiling down on you. If he also happens to be interested in your work and ready to make all the room you need in his life, it starts to sound too good to be true. Alexa skips the doubts and jumps right in, only to be thrown into the mysterious world of vampires.
The secrets of their origin and their very existence are far more important than her life to some of her new acquaintances. They are ancient, they are powerful, they have unlimited resources, and they are keen on controlling what the world knows of their kind. As Alexa discovers their complicated, blood feud bound world, she tries to better understand herself, heal old wounds and give love chance after chance. Will she survive the journey?


I walked to the heavy wooden door, stopped, and took a few deep breaths. Then I pushed and pushed. When the huge obstacle didn’t move, I looked and saw a discrete PULL sign on it that I had completely missed. I swore and walked into a large club with a long pub-like bar, tall stools, large red-and-black couches, and low tables spread around the rest of the room. It was huge and the dim lights barely chased the shadows away, but I could see it was mostly empty. Except for a few men at the bar and three groups at some of the farthest tables, the place was empty. There wasn’t really any room for dancing, but the Buddha Bar, chill-out music was quite pleasant.

I finally spotted Anthony in one of the groups in the back. He was sitting with a group, mostly women, most half-naked, extremely beautiful. They all turned to look at me. Anthony kept staring at me, a cold smile on his lips. It took him a while to change it to the warm one he had gotten me used to. I knew I should walk up to him, but my legs weren’t moving. I saw him taking one more sip from his glass before finally getting up so I took the time to look around.

At another table, there were three girls fighting for attention from a guy. I could understand why because he was striking, but it all seemed a bit pathetic. I noticed he was also looking at me, shaking his head and smiling. He seemed to know who I was. He probably did, as he had a brief silent exchange with Anthony as he made his way towards me.

“Gorgeous as ever,” Anthony said when he walked up to me. He wore a white button-down shirt and dark jeans, so no superspy. Well, reality is reality, but he was still gorgeous.

“Thank you. Interesting….bar.”

“It’s a private club, actually. Bar, lounge, restaurant, concert venue, and even dancing club when needed.”

“Seems remote enough for a private hangout,” I said, nodding.

“Come,” he said, taking my hand. He stopped for a moment to wave to one of the bartenders, then directed me to a table in one corner of the large room. The couch was extremely comfortable, but I felt very uneasy. Both the guy that the girls were fighting over and all the people at Anthony’s table were staring at me.

“Relax,” Anthony said, noticing my discomfort. “They are friends and extremely curious. I told them tonight you’re all mine so they have to wait to meet you.”

“I see.” I really didn’t understand, but I couldn’t find anything else to say. It was not curiosity I was sensing from them. Plus, he could have spared five minutes to introduce me to them. If he wanted me all to himself, maybe he should not have chosen the place where all his friends liked to hang out.

The bartender came and brought us a bottle of chilled champagne, the music changed, and people eventually stopped inspecting me. After a few sips of the dry and cool drink, I started to relax. Anthony was acting as if he couldn’t keep his hands off of me and after a few drinks, I had forgotten everything about the awkwardness of being treated like a circus monkey by his “friends”, and the numbingly cruel smile I had seen on Anthony.

Guest Post by Alina Popescu

5 Things I Can’t Write Without

Creative types are weird. Or at least that’s what I like to say, so that I don’t have to fess up that I am weird without the creative bit. So, as all those who create, I have my things that I absolutely need in order to write. It’s a nice way of saying I procrastinate when I should be writing and use these things to blame for my minuscule word count.

1. Coffee

This delicious liquid, preferably hot and with some sugar and milk, is what makes my world go round. I need it like I need air, especially when I’m writing. There are days when I think there’s a little blood running through the coffee in my veins. It’s my one vice and, no, I am not giving it up!

2. Music

It’s not specific music, band or type of song. I just go with shuffle on any of my extensive playlists. Most times, the universe or whatever power that be that rules over music gets me exactly what I need. If not, there’s always the ‘next’ button! Having a bit of everything on my list helps as there’s always something to fit any mood or scenery.

3. Something to type on

As long as there’s a keyboard, I am happy. Other than jotting down random ideas and planning books, I can’t write anything with a pen in a notebook, not even the shortest of stories. Unless I am journaling, which i seem to have given up in the past 6 months or so, I needs my machine ruled by ones and zeroes.

4. My daily inspiration – books, manga / anime, and sometimes movies

I read a lot and that always inspires me to write more. It’s not necessarily what I read that inspires me, it’s the pleasure I get from doing it that cheers me on. I want to get to write that kind of stories, that people enjoy reading, that stay with them later on. Manga and anime are full of interesting ideas and themes and it’s quite surprising how they can be the sweetest thing ever or the darkest stories you’ve ever encountered. TV series and movies also help, because they help me with how I visually experience my stories.

5. Random photos and art

These are always related to a specific story or scene. I sometimes happen to stumble upon a certain photo or a drawing or a painting, and that leads to an idea for a scene, a character, or an entire story. I save them in a special folder or on Pinterest and revisit when it’s time to write.

That’s about it! It doesn’t matter where I am or what time it is or what the weather is like. If I have what I need, I just dive right in. Unless distracted by Facebook. Or my dog. Or my phone. Or my need for coffee. Or a new book. Well, you get the picture, I’m sure! *winks*

Author Bio - Alina Popescu

Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and even won awards in local competitions. She has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm, which explains her deep love for vampires and is also to blame for this trilogy.

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Thursday, 17 April 2014

Hoppy Easter Eggstravaganza Giveaway Hop - INT

The 4th Annual Hoppy Easter Eggstravaganza Giveaway Hop is hosted by  I Am a Reader, Not a Writer and Read Now Sleep Later The hop runs from the 17th April to the 24th April but the giveaway will run until 12 AM on the 26th of April AEST (9AM 25th April EST).

For my giveaway, I'm offering a papeback copy of one of the YA books listed below - winners choice. I have read and loved all the book choices (except for Dash & Lily but it comes highly recommended from a friend!) and I hope there is something there everyone will enjoy! Giveaway is open to everyone as long as the Book Depository ships free to your country.

I am going away for a few days during the Easter break and so I won't be able to draw a winner until the 27th or 28th when I get back! :)

Up For Grabs:

Anna and the French Kiss (Anna and the French Kiss, #1)   Lola and the Boy Next Door (Anna and the French Kiss, #2)

Will Grayson, Will Grayson   Dash & Lily's Book of Dares   My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century (My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century, #1)   A Tale of Two Centuries (My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century, #2)

One winner will receive their choice of listed YA book. Book choices are:

-Anna and the French Kiss (AatFK #1) by Stephanie Perkins
-Lola and the Boy Next Door (AatFK #2) by Stephanie Perkins
-Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green & David Levithan
-Dash & Lily's Book of Dares by Rachel Cohn & David Levithan
-My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century (MSSSC #1) by Rachel Harris
-A Tale of Two Centuries (MSSSC #2) by Rachel Harris


-Ends 26th April 2014

Giveaway Rules:

- Giveaway is open internationally as long as the Book Depository ships free to your country, list of countries found here
- Must be at least 13 years of age to enter
-One entrant per househould
- Winner will be notified by email and names posted on my blog a day or two after the giveaway ends
- Winner must reply to the email within 72 hours or prize will be redrawn (don't forget to check your spam!)
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Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Release Day Blitz: Don't Look Back by Jennifer L. Armentrout + Excerpt

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Don't Look Back by Jennifer L. Armentrout
YA Suspense
Published: 15th April 2014 by Disney Hyperion

Samantha is a stranger in her own life. Until the night she disappeared with her best friend, Cassie, everyone said Sam had it all—popularity, wealth, and a dream boyfriend.

Sam has resurfaced, but she has no recollection of who she was or what happened to her that night. As she tries to piece together her life from before, she realizes it's one she no longer wants any part of. The old Sam took "mean girl" to a whole new level, and it's clear she and Cassie were more like best enemies. Sam is pretty sure that losing her memories is like winning the lottery. She's getting a second chance at being a better daughter, sister, and friend, and she's falling hard for Carson Ortiz, a boy who has always looked out for her—even if the old Sam treated him like trash.

But Cassie is still missing, and the facts about what happened to her that night isn't just buried deep inside of Sam's memory—someone else knows, someone who wants to make sure Sam stays quiet. All Sam wants is the truth, and if she can unlock her clouded memories of that fateful night, she can finally move on. But what if not remembering is the only thing keeping Sam alive?

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Praise for Don't Look Back

“This engrossing thriller packs a heady atmospheric punch with plenty of theatrical scares,”
Kirkus Reviews

“Armentrout has written another winner. From the first page to the last, she builds both terror and confusion to the point where readers will be hooked and on the edge of their seat. This standalone contains all of Armentrout’s usual trademarks– a strong and determined heroine, witty comments and hot guys–but she adds in an extra layer by ratcheting up the suspense to the highest degree and follows it up with an ending no one will see coming.”


I didn’t recognize the name on the street sign. Nothing about the rural road looked familiar or friendly. Tall, imposing trees and overgrown weeds choked the front of the dilapidated home. Windows were boarded up. There was a gaping hole where the front door had been. I shivered, wanting to be far away from here…wherever here was.

Walking felt harder than it should be, and I stumbled off the chilly asphalt, wincing as sharp gravel dug into my feet.

My bare feet?

I stopped and looked down. Chipped pink nail polish peeked through the dirt…and blood. Mud caked the legs of my pants, leaving the hems stiff. It made sense, seeing as how I wasn’t wearing any shoes, but the blood…I didn’t understand why there was blood staining the knees of my jeans.

My vision clouded and dulled, as if a gray film had been dropped over my eyes. As I stared at the weathered asphalt under my feet, large and smooth rocks replaced the tiny stones. Something dark and oily seeped over the rocks, slipping through the cracks.

Sucking in a sharp gasp, I blinked and the image was gone.

Hands trembling, I raised them. They were also covered with dirt and scratches. My nails were broken, bloodied. A silver ring wrapped, encased in soil, around my thumb. Air froze in my chest as my gaze crawled over my arms. The sleeves of my sweater were torn, revealing pale flesh covered in bruises and gashes. My legs started to shake as I swayed forward. I tried to remember how this had happened, but my head was empty—a black void where nothing existed.

A car drove by, coasting to a stop a few feet in front of me. Somewhere in the trenches of my subconscious, I recognized the flashing red and blue lights as a source of safety. Elegantly scrawled along the black-and-gray side of the cruiser were the words ADAMS COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT.

Adams County? A flash of familiarity came and went.

The driver’s door opened, and a deputy stepped out. He said something into the radio on his shoulder before he looked at me.

“Miss?” He started around the cruiser, taking tentative steps. He looked young for a deputy. Barely out of high school and able to carry a gun seemed wrong somehow. Was I in high school? I didn’t know. “We’ve received some calls into dispatch concerning you,” he said gently. “Are you okay?”

I tried to respond, but only a hoarse squeak came out. Clearing my throat, I winced as the motion scratched and pulled. “I…I don’t know.”

“Okay.” The deputy held up his hands as he approached me, as if I were a skittish deer about to bolt. “My name is Deputy Rhode. I’m here to help you. Do you know what you’re doing out here?”

“No.” Knots formed in my belly. I didn’t even know where here was.

His smile strained. “What’s your name?”

My name? Everyone knew their name, but as I stared at the deputy, I couldn’t answer his question. The knots started twisting more. “I don’t…I don’t know what my name is.”

He blinked, and the smile was completely gone. “You don’t remember anything?”

I tried again, concentrating on the empty space between my ears. That was how it felt. And I knew that wasn’t good. My eyes started to tear up.

“Miss, it’s okay. We’ll get you taken care of.” He reached out, lightly taking hold of my arm. “We’ll get this sorted.”

Deputy Rhode led me around the back of his cruiser. I didn’t want to sit behind the Plexiglas, because I knew that wasn’t good. Only bad people sat behind the glass in police cruisers. I wanted to object, but before I could say anything, he settled me into the seat and wrapped a coarse blanket around my shoulders.

Before he locked me in the bad part of the car, he knelt and smiled reassuringly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

But I knew he was lying, trying to make me feel better. It didn’t work. How could everything be okay when I didn’t know my own name?

Author Bio - Jennifer L. Armentrout

Author Photo# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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Cover Reveal: Fruit of Misfortune by Nely Cab

Fruit of Misfortune (Creatura, #2)

Fruit of Misfortune (Creatura #2) by Nely Cab
YA Paranormal
Expected Publication: 1st May 2014
Cover Design: Phatpuppy Art

Isis and her boyfriend, David, are on the brink of a horrible transformation and they are eager to stop it. Together, they set out on a quest to Greece to find Isis’ biological father—the only person that may be able to help them. Their journey comes to an abrupt stop before it even begins when Isis falls ill, and Eros, David’s best friend, arrives in Athens, unannounced and curious…with a plan of his own.

The hunt for her father leads Isis on the turbulent path of deceit, death, and demons as she anticipates the dawning of the beast that stirs inside her.

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Prelude (Creatura #0.5) Buy Link: Amazon

Author Bio - Nely Cab

Nely CabNely Cab has lived and resided in a small, quiet South Texas town most of her life. She worked in banking for several years, before she relocated to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico in 2001, where she dedicated time to the study of culinary arts and the art of oil painting. After her return to the U.S., Nely resumed her employment in banking and later transitioned to the field of Social Work.

Today, Nely Cab writes from the comfort of her home, where she lives with her husband and son. Her life goal is to check-off Bucket List Item No. 95,623,351: To Conquer the World. While she aspires world domination, Nely can be found lost in other fantasy worlds in front of her computer, sipping coffee. 

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The Publicist by Christina George Blog Tour - Guest Post + Giveaway

Book 1_2_The Publicist Shelf Life Christina George

The Publicist Book One & Two by Christina George
Adult Contemporary Romance
Bundle Published: February 2014

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The Publicist (The Publicist #1) by Christina George

The Publicist (The Publicist #1)Behind every book, there’s always more to the story.

Can one woman change an age-old institution like publishing? Probably not, but Kate Mitchell sure wants to try. As a publicist with a large, respected New York publishing house, Kate finds herself at the mercy of a broken publishing system, books that don’t always sell (at all) and author egos that are often, well, as big as the island of Manhattan.

Enter the star Editor, MacDermott Ellis. Tall, handsome, charismatic, married, and ready to save the day. Kate wants to do the right thing but her hormones seem to be driving her decisions. Then there’s Allan Lavigne, once a revered author, now as forgotten as yesterday’s news; and his nephew Nick, who wants to sweep Kate away from New York for another coast, California.

As Kate tries to navigate the landmine of publicity, the over-the-top author expectations, and the careful dance of “I’m sorry, your book isn't on the bestseller list this week”, she also finds authors who are painfully overlooked by a publisher wanting more sex, more celebrities, and more scandal.

Shelf Life (The Publicist #2) by Christina George

Shelf Life (The Publicist #2)The story only an insider could tell.

Publishing: An industry of out-of-control of egos, unrealistic expectations, and books with the shelf life of milk.

This is Kate’s world, but for how long?

When one of Kate Mitchell’s star authors is carted away in handcuffs, she thinks it’s only the beginning of her troubles. As her world crumbles around her, Kate desperately looks for anyone to hold onto but finds that happy endings are truly works of fiction. When her career and love affair hit their expiration date, Kate sets off on a new adventure….

Starting over in California is easy, but Kate soon learns that leaving her old life behind isn't. Nicholas Lavigne is eager to help her forget, but two things still own her heart, the dream of discovering the next great American novel, and MacDermott Ellis.

As Kate tries to rebuild her life she finds a surprising gift that reboots her career in a new and unexpected direction. Suddenly her name becomes synonymous with one of the biggest bestsellers publishing has seen in ages and she’s welcomed back with open arms. At the height of her success the ghosts of her past come back to remind her of the world she’d been trying to forget and the man who never let go of her heart.

Guest Post by Christina George

I'd Rather Be Naked

So I just published The Publicist: Book One and Two in an a special edition bundle (woo hoo!) and was speaking with a friend of mine about the perils of being an author. This is a new thing to me as you may have gleaned from my blog. Mostly I’m a marketing person, well a publicist to be exact. Now, however, I’m an author and can I tell you a secret? It’s terrifying.

I have a dear friend who is also getting ready to publish her book. She is a seasoned corporate executive who can walk into any boardroom and command attention and respect. She runs a million dollar company and this fiction thing she’s gotten into has been a fantastic outlet for her (not to mention her book rocks). Now though comes the time when she must hit the “publish” button. So she called me the other day to say “This is crazy, I can run circles around most men in business so why is this so scary?” Like me and most other authors we all share one trait. The thought of anyone reading our book is well, terrifying. Don’t get me wrong, we want people to read it but we want them to love it and if they hate it, we’d rather they keep that to themselves. That doesn’t always happen however, we see this with bad reviews (and the authors who make the ill-advised move of responding to them).

So, where does the naked part come in you ask? Well here’s the deal. When I published The Publicist Book One, I had nightmares. Lots of scary, scary nightmares. I dreamt that readers hated my book, that the reviews were horrible one in fact stating that I, a publicist should stick to publishing and leave the creative writing to someone who was, well, creative. Candidly I’d rather be naked in Times Square than face a crowd of readers who hate my work. I’m not alone in this, either. Recently I had an author pepper her own Amazon page with fake five-star reviews. Why did she do that? Because she worried she wasn’t good enough, she worried readers would hate her book. This antic backfired for her, however. The woosh you hear is the sound of a toilet flushing taking with it her career and all of her fake-reviews. The sad part about this, aside from the shame it brought to her and her book, is that it was actually a very, very good read.

To a point I guess I get what she did. We want people to like us (really like us, a la Sally Field) but the fact is that we put our work out there and we hope for the best. Publishing is such a cut-throat business these days that you’re really only as good or as viable as your last book. Publishers scream for book sales calling their authors to tell them: “You need to do more, your book isn’t selling.” This kind of a call sends any author into a tailspin of worry, confusion and fear. “My book isn’t selling, they must hate me!” I mean we know our moms will like our work, they sort of have to, right? But then there’s everyone else, the big, wide world looming at our doorstep just waiting to hit that one-star on Amazon and say: “She could have done better.”

Every writer I know has faced this and if you’re reading this and nodding you know what I mean. Take heart. Bad reviews happen, not everyone will love us. That’s what the publicist part of me would say. I mean I, of all people, should know this, right? Well knowing and “knowing” are two very different things. So what does the author part of me say? Wanna come join me in Times Square? I’ll be the one wearing nothing but a sign that reads: “Will write for good reviews.”

Author Bio - Christina George

Christina George has worked in publishing for twenty years (give or take). Here’s what this book isn't. It’s not a slam against publishing (though it is broken) and it’s not a slam against authors (though some of them are crazy). This book is not autobiographical though many of the stories are true. No you won’t know which ones, cause it’s more fun to guess, right? George continues to work in publicity and helps authors because at the end of the day she does love books, she loves publishing, and she loves authors. She hopes you’ll enjoy this romp through Kate’s world as much as she enjoyed creating it.  

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