Hens Lay Eggs
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Focus by Holly Bargo
nEnemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance
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nProfessional photographer Dana Secrest has a secret and doesn’t even know it. When she storms from her best friend’s home on Christmas Eve—not the wisest decision she’s ever made—security contractor Sam Galdicar follows her to save her from her own hot temper and impulsive action. Upon arriving home, Dana discovers her apartment has been ransacked. Then an attempt is made on her life. She doesn’t know who’s trying to kill her or why, but Sam is determined to protect the woman whose eyes don’t need a camera to see the truth. n n Pre-Order
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nI continued to look around my ruined apartment. My laptop computer was gone, which really made me angry. I heaved a sigh of relief remembering that all my client information and photos had been saved to the cloud. I wept over the ruined negatives in my dark room, the photos that would never be developed, the ones which had been developed and now lay in torn shreds on the floor amid a toxic slurry of photo developing chemicals. I ignored Sam’s murmured comment that he hadn’t thought anyone used real film anymore, much less developed it. My bathroom, too, suffered the same rage of destruction.
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nThe cops finally arrived. They took down my name, snapped pictures, asked a bunch of questions, and somehow managed to insinuate that the wreckage had been my fault. When they left, I buried my face in Sly’s soft fur and cried some more. The overwhelming task of cleaning the disaster defeated me.
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n“You’re coming home with me,” Sam said, settling a hand over my shoulder. “You can’t stay here.”
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nI sniffled. “What about Sly?”
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n“Walmart’s open today. We’ll stop there, pick up some clean clothes for you and some stuff for him. I expect you’ll be my guests for at least a week.”
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nI didn’t want to accept, but didn’t see any better alternative. With a shaky exhale, I accepted his generous offer, followed up by, “I’ve got to call Dad.”
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nHe nodded. I transferred Sly to his arms, which surprised them both. However, Sly endured it without grumbling, although I couldn’t say as much for Sam. I called my stepfather.
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n“Hey, Dad.”
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n“What is it, pumpkin?” The concern in his voice indicated to me that he knew right away something was wrong. My stepfather was a good man. “What’s wrong?”
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n“My … uh … my apartment was burglarized.” I took a deep breath and lost the fragile hold on my composure. “It’s ruined. Everything’s ruined!”
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n“Calm down, pumpkin,” he urged and gave me a moment to get myself back under control. “Are you alone?”
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n“N-no.”
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n“Then let me talk to whoever’s there with you.”
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nWordlessly, I handed the phone to Sam, exchanging the device for Sly.
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n“Sir,” Sam said and identified himself. They conducted a conversation in low tones and clipped syllables. It ended with Sam saying, “I’ll take care of her, sir.”
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n“Just … just a couple of days,” I mumbled, reluctant to impose upon his generosity more than I already had.
nHe focused his blue eyes on me and nodded. I didn’t make the mistake of thinking he agreed with me; I knew he merely acknowledged that I’d spoken. Arrogant man. n
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Money for nothin’
Angela Hoy of Writers Weekly (writersweekly.com) posted a question she received from an author who writes and publishes poetry asking about what he (or she) should produce to make money. Hoy referred to this article: “8 Popular Literary Genres.”
The list won’t surprise anyone. Neither will the top ranked genre: romance. However, it’s a mistake to think that dashing off a story and publishing under the “romance” genre’s umbrella will result in a deluge of royalties.
First the best selling genre is BIG. Think ocean, not pond. Any newcomer to the genre starts off as a tiny fish in that vast ocean. One can try to reduce the size of the body of water by targeting sub-genres, such as mafia, new adult, contemporary, paranormal, or other category falling under the romance umbrella. That helps a little.
Second, the genre is not only vast, it’s densely populated by competing authors and their books. That means the author must expend effort, time, and money to market the book to potential readers in the hope of converting potential to actual readers. That’s always easier said than done.
Any author looking to make a quick buck publishing a book won’t. For most, I’m sorry to say, it’s worse than a zero-sum game. Likely, you’re going to operate in the red, especially self-published authors who must foot the cost of editing, formatting, and cover design themselves, as well as marketing. In all likelihood, they will never recoup the money spent on producing a professional quality book.
It’s enough to make an author weep and quit the business.
Of course, many (most?) authors who embark upon this perilous journey do so because we have stories to tell, stories that must be told. We have dreams that refuse the crush of reality. We live in eternal optimism: maybe the next book will hit the bestseller list.
Most of us certainly aren’t doing this for the money.
The question of how much authors make arises every year. In the February 2nd blog for selfpublishing.com, Angelica Hartgers writes, “the Authors Guild conducted a massive surveyin 2018 to get detailed financial information from more than 5,000 authors. Their research found a $6,080 median for all writers, while full-time writers have $20,300 median.” Hartgers also takes care to specify that author salary or author income does not refer only to royalties received from sales of books: most authors have other streams of revenue to pay the bills and keep body and spirit together.
Hartgers further mentions that the larger the genre, the greater the audience, which mean a greater earning potential. The key word there is “potential.” Not every nor even most readers of a particular genre will discover your book and buy it. If that were true, I’d be living in a house with central air conditioning.
“Publishing ends up being a ‘winner-takes-all’ market – a couple of authors at the top make the vast majority of the earnings,” Hartgers observes. So, who are these top authors? Again, there’s no big surprise. Of the top 11 highest grossing authors, three write romance: Danielle Steel, Nora Roberts, and EL James. The gap between those authors and just about everyone else runs into millions of dollars.
If you’re wondering whether indie publishing is a viable pathway to success, writtenwordmedia.com has encouraging words: “Of the 100kers surveyed, 72% were indie and 28% were hybrid.” (The term “100kers” refers to authors making $100,000 annually.) These figures don’t take into account whether authors published “wide” or were “Amazon exclusive;” however, their research shows that 64% of 100kers published in KDP Select (meaning their books are exclusive to Amazon).
What I find encouraging–at least from the perspective as a freelancer–is that “96% of 100kers choose professional editors to edit their books.” Their conclusion shows that authors who make a living from their books value good editing.
So, what should you write? First and foremost, write what you like to read. Anything else will come across as stilted and artificial. Readers can tell and they won’t be amused. But don’t expect to hit the “big time” without paying your dues in time, effort, and marketing. It’s a journey: for some of us it’s a long, long journey.
May Book Of The Month
The Dragon Wore A Kilt
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nIn the northern reaches of Scotland rests Loch Saorach, home to an ancient legend—a dragon. The Matasan family has guarded the loch and its dragon for centuries. n |
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n“Dear Lord, it’s an earthquake,” she muttered as the entire car shook again as though the mountain were trying to shrug the vehicle off its shoulder.
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nThen the earth gave way and the car plunged down. Maggie screamed. Like every silly heroine in every adventure movie, she screamed in terror even though she knew that screaming would help nothing. She slammed into cloth-covered metal when the car hit the cold, murky water.
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nFrom across Loch Saorach in the far northeast of Scotland, Connor Matasan watched in horror as the hillside crumbled beneath the car.
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n“Come help!” he bellowed as he shot out of his chair to run, run as though his own life depended upon it. His powerful legs and lungs
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nburned as he ran around the loch’s rocky edge. He nearly squeaked in terror as water rose and slid momentarily over the dark, scaly curve of massive and hungry monster.
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nLoch Ness wasn’t Scotland’s only body of water to boast a water monster; it was just the famous one.
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nConnor rounded a curve and leaped into the cold, dark, deep water—so deep none truly knew how far the loch’s bottom descended. The sinuous bulk of the monster bumped him gently. It would not harm him for he belonged to the loch as much as it did. But the driver of the doomed car could not be so lucky.
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nThe monster had grasped the vehicle in its toothy jaws. Connor swam past the monster’s bulbous eye and realized he had to surface for air. He shot upward, gulped a lungful of air, and then dove back down, following the monster and its prize. Every so often, the monster would shake its head, the violent swish of the car through the murky water leaving whitish bubbles and eddies of disturbance. On one of those shakes, the vehicle’s passenger side door flew open and the car’s sole passenger floated out. Connor hoped the mysterious and ancient water dragon of Saorach did not realize that its fleshy prey had escaped the metal shell.
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nHe swam around the monster’s lithe, snakelike neck and grabbed a bit of cloth. Lungs burning, he needed air—desperately. The lake monster stilled and fixed a bushel basket sized eye upon him and the barely discernible body he grasped.
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nConnor’s own eyes narrowed and he sent a warning to the monster to leave well enough alone.n
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Hard boiled, scrambled, over easy, and sunny side up: eggs are the musings of Holly Bargo, the pseudonym for the author.
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