So the lovely Kate Laurens, my beta reader for all things Fawkesish, has repeatedly expressed her love for a certain arms-dealer-slash-hero. Well, look at what I received in the mail today, which underscores it all:
It makes me smile SO BIG!!! And yes, I’ll be wearing it to Romantic Times in Kansas City, hopefully I’ll see some Team Jeremiah shirts around too! 
It’s time for another Snippet Sunday post! …wait, it’s supposed to be done on Saturday? Huh, knew I forgot something! 
“Castaway 3″ is slowly coming along, but unfortunately there’s little to post yet. I figured I could do another brief pre-book story about the Hamilton boys but, while its not AHW related, I do have some new material. Wanna see it?
Facebookers and Twitterites might recognize part of this from a screencap I uploaded, but in case you missed it here’s a scene from my as yet untitled (or rather, poorly-titled-so-far *g* ) New Adult romance.
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Setting: coastal Mississippi, early summer. Lacey St. James hasn’t had a very happy life the last four years, but when she meets Everett Ward, things start looking up. Of course, the road back to a normal life isn’t going to be easy…
“So what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” he asked between bites.
“I need to go pick up my little brother from school in an hour, so I should probably head home to pick up my mom’s car.”
“Why don’t you have a car? Wouldn’t it be easier?”
“Well,” I hedged, then looked out at his ratty mode of transportation. He’d probably understand better than most. “Right now my vehicle isn’t working all that well.”
“Vehicle? Way to be cryptic.”
I just grinned. “She’s my pride and joy, but right now she’s up on blocks.”
“Is there anything I can help with?”
“Dunno, you ever rebuild a transmission?”
“No, but Trent’s brother Matt can.”
I mulled that information over. Riding a bike was getting old; I could only go so far, and being stuck in such a small area was beginning to chafe. “Yeah, see how much he’ll charge,” I said finally, sliding out of the booth. “It’s an old C4 tranny, shouldn’t be too hard.”
“I’ll ask. So, tomorrow then?”
“Four o’clock tomorrow sound okay?”
“Cool beans. I’ll pick you up.”
“No, I’d rather…”
Everett held up a hand. “You can at least meet me out where I dropped you off before, can’t you?”
He had a point. “Alright, then I’ll see you tomorrow.” A warm feeling spread through my body and I fought against a silly grin as we walked back to his car.
That pleasure lasted after he dropped me off at my bike and the whole ride home, right up until I realized my mom’s car wasn’t at the house. Leaning my bike against the side of the stairway, I hurried up the steps and checked the house, but she wasn’t there either. It was ten minutes to three when I got home, still more than early enough to pick up my little brother.
But I had no car.
I tried to call her cell but it was turned off. The thought of calling my grandmother didn’t sit well; I’d automatically be made to blame. I thought perhaps my mother was just out running errands and had forgotten the time. Annoyed at my own helplessness, I passed the time by picking up beer bottles strewn across the living room as I waited for her to get home.
At five minutes after three, I called the daycare office. The lady who answered was kind enough to go check to see if my little brother was still there.
“No, his teacher said his mother picked him up,” she said when she finally got on the phone. I thanked her profusely and paced the length of the trailer, continually checking the clock until I finally heard the car pull into the driveway.
“I thought I was supposed to pick him up,” I said as she unbuckled Davey from his car seat.
“You weren’t here,” she said, a belligerent note in her voice. “I tried calling you and kept getting some error message.”
I hadn’t given her my new number yet. Shit. “I’m sorry mama, I changed it two days ago.”
She gave me a dirty look. “Goddamn, irresponsible… I didn’t raise you to be this fucking lazy, Lacey May.”
God I hated it when she was drunk. She never would have talked like that to me before Ben died; I’d never once heard her cuss in fact until we moved back down here. Resentment burned in my gut. “I was here ten minutes beforehand,” I persisted as I followed her into the house. “Where did you go?”
“Had to get cigarettes.”
“Mama.” I gave an exasperated sigh. “You know you shouldn’t drive when you’ve been drinking.”
“You made me do it,” she muttered darkly, setting my brother on the ground. “If you had been here when you were supposed to…”
“Mama, you said you went to get cigarettes. You were driving drunk even though I…”
Crack!
My head whipped around and I stumbled sideways. I turned to look at my mother, shocked to my core. No matter how bad things had been, my mother had never laid her hand on me before.
I stood there stunned, holding my cheek, as my mother stared back at me. To her credit, she looked as astonished as I was, but I didn’t care. Part of me wanted desperately to hit her back, make her feel the pain that was tearing me apart.
“Sissy?”
Davey was watching us, his blue eyes round as saucer plates. Tears sprang to my eyes as I realized he’d witnessed the whole thing, but I had no idea what to say. Raged enveloped me, but I couldn’t make myself move.
My mother looked between us, her eyes still wide, then she turned to my brother. “What do you want for dinner, honey?” she said in a shaky voice, ignoring me completely.
That was the final straw.
I knew where my mother kept her stash of liquor. She wasn’t very creative with hiding it, and I’d raided it before. Sure enough, she had several bottles in various sizes of tequila and vodka in the small cabinet under the kitchen sink.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Grabbing the smaller bottle of vodka, I ignored her and checked the contents. The clear liquid was to the top and didn’t appear to be open.
“Lacey May!”
I rounded on her. “Fuck you,” I whispered, and was pleased by the shock I saw in her eyes. I’d never said those words to her before, never cursed at my mama. She’d been the one person I thought I could rely on in this house.
No more.
Without another word, I turned and stomped out of the trailer, slamming the door behind me. I picked up my bike and, stuffing the thin bottle in the back of my shorts, I took off down the street.
I had no idea where I was going, but when I got to the beaches, I threw down my bike on edge of the sand, and walked out to the water. Plopping my butt next to the pier, I unscrewed the top to the bottle and tipped it back, letting the burning liquid make its way down my throat.
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Can I just say that self-publishing is awesome? It’s awesome to be able to get a story out a week earlier than planned, kind of a nice bonus for folks who’ve been keeping track and hoping for an early release.
Tensions escalate in the second part of the new “Anything He Wants: Castaway” series!
Reunited with Jeremiah, Lucy is forced to come to grips with the decisions she’s made in his absence. The billionaire is as insufferable as ever, but just as determined to protect Lucy. From the Caribbean seas of Jamaica to the man-made islands of Dubai, they must travel halfway across the world to find out who is trying to bring down the Hamilton family.
But it may be the woman who comes between them that tears the two brothers apart forever. And can Lucy bear to live with the consequences of her actions?
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Available at the following retailers:
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Apple iBooks
ALSO, I’m super excited to say that right after part two appears up for sale *cue eye roll*, Apple iTunes also finally released the FIRST part of “Anything He Wants: Castaway”!!! So for all you iBooks users out there, the new series is fully available!!
Kate Laurens has been one of my beta readers for a while now, and is not shy about telling me what she thinks of my stories. I on the other hand hadn’t been able to read much of her stuff until she finally mentioned a New Adult romance she’d been thinking of publishing. Of course I had to help her with it, and WOW I was blown away. My first text to her was that I hoped to do as well with the genre as she did, and that morphed into me blurbing the story (the first time I’ve ever done that!).
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A fresh start…
It’s been three years since Serena King learned to say no–no to the boys that were a desperate cry for help, no to the extra weight she put on in self defense, and most of all no to the abuse that has haunted her since she was fifteen. Now a sophomore in college, all she wants is to be normal. The last thing she expects is a guy who can make her want, well, everything.
A new guy…
Alex Blackthorn is a bundle of contradictions, a sexy dark haired badass who goes slow… deliciously slow. And despite the iron will that has gotten her through the last few years, Serena finds herself unable to ignore the heat that sizzles between them whenever they’re together.
A dark past…
Serena never thought she could be involved in a relationship, but Alex makes her long for things she thought were out of her reach forever. When he finds out her secret… when he finds out what she did to keep herself sane… will he still want her, or he will treat her just like everyone else?
And Alex has secrets of his own.
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Me: So why do you like New Adult so much?
Kate: I like New Adult because it taps into the wealth of emotions that a person feels as they enter adulthood. As a writer, this is a cave of wonders to explore.
Me: Serena’s had a pretty rough life. What do like most about her as a character?
Kate: I think Serena’s greatest strength is her ability to open up and love despite everything that’s happened to her.
Me: Now Serena’s story was awesome, but I fell in LURVE with Alex – new book boyfriend!! Why is he perfect for Serena?
Kate: Alex is genuinely fascinated by Serena, and he’s willing to put in the time and effort to get to know her. Because of her past, Serena needs someone who shows her that she is the most important thing in the world to him, and Alex definitely does that. Plus he’s hot, of course
Me: And those tattoos he has are just as dreamy. Do YOU love tattoos?
Kate: I love SOME tattoos, lol. I definitely prefer the tribal kind that Alex has. For Alex though, they’re a symbol. He put his own mark on what happened to him. He made it his own, and there was power in that for him.
Me: So, what’s the future of the series? Inquiring minds and all that…
Kate: Kaylee’s story gets told next, then Maddy’s, and then I’ll return to Serena and Alex. I’m working on Kaylee’s right now, and her hero, Dylan, is quite dreamy, if I may say so myself!
Me: Love the name, can’t wait to meet him!!
Love Me For Me by Kate Laurens is available in ebook form on the following sites:
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Kobo | iTunes | B&N Nook
You can visit Kate online at her website: http://www.KateLaurens.com.
I was going to post this yesterday, but didn’t want to get anyone confused about April Fools.
“Anything He Wants: Castaway (#2)” will be released on Monday, April 15. I’m still holding out hope that I can get the story out earlier, and believe me if that’s the case I’ll be SURE to announce it everywhere I can!!
And just because I’m still on cloud nine over making this week’s USA Today list, I’ve decided to reveal the next cover! Let me know what you think, but I’m in LOOOOOOOOVE!!!!!!
(click the image to make it bigger)
Writing is not as easy as people like to think. We all say that we’d like to write a book, or that we could write a better book than so-and-so, but actually finishing a story? Is half the battle.
Of course, sometimes it helps to have smaller goals along the way. Serialized fiction is perfect for this, giving you those convenient stops between sections that give you the sense of accomplishment without having to wait the full 100k words.
Oh do pardon me, I’m rambling a bit because it’s midnight and I’m quite tired. I’m happy to report, however, that the rough draft of AHW7 (or AHW:C2) is finished. Mind you, there’s still a lot to do; editing is a HUGE step along the path and what I’ll be doing for the next couple weeks. The novel, all told, is at about 42k words with only two parts done, so it’s going to be much longer than the original book. Not necessarily a bad thing, or so I hope.
*yaaaaawn* Bed awaits. Tomorrow (or, okay, later today) will be devoted to edits. But for now I need to head to bed before I start drooling over my keyboard. (oh yeah, sexy writer visuals there *eyeroll*)
Oh, and on an awesome note (that is actually REALLY awesome news, but I can’t quite muster up the proper enthusiasm while this tired): “Anything He Wants: Castaway” (AHW6) made it onto this week’s USA Today Bestseller list at #126. I’m seriously excited by this; it’s a huge shock and something I didn’t think we’d accomplish again. THANK YOU, thank you thank you, this is all you and…thank you SO so very much. ***HUGS***
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May today be filled with family, loved ones, and good tidings.
Real life has taken me too far away from my writing, but I’ve managed to get a little work done over the last few days. There’s still a few thousand more words left to be written, so I’m determined to focus on that for the next several days.
And YAY, we finally get a real Snippet Saturday! I wish I could give more away, but hopefully this little offering will be enough to sate your appetite until next week.
NOTE: Snippets are from the rough draft and subject to change between now and the final release.
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I heard the howling winds grow louder behind me and turned to see Jeremiah close the flap over the door. My breath caught as we stared at one another from across the small room. His face was as open as I’d ever seen; deep emotion warred across his features, but he didn’t step forward. I was rooted in place, unable to make a move.
Finally, he spoke. “I admit that I’ve put you through a lot in our time together.” His voice was rough, but his gaze on me didn’t waver. “Say the word and I’m gone.”
My gut clenched at his words, but he wasn’t finished. “I need you.” His words were like the gasp of a drowning man. “I should never have run like that, back at the house, but l-love…” He paused over the stammered word, face twisting in frustration. “All my life, that word, that feeling, has been a crutch I was forced to overcome. You’ve seen my mother, and I thank God you never had to meet my father because he, he was ten times worse.”
“Jeremiah,” I whispered, breath shaky.
“But I need you,” he rasped, taking a jerky step forward. “Every cell in my body is telling me to run away, leave you alone, and I can’t.”
I took the two steps forward necessary, and stared up at him. His fists stayed by his sides, but from here the desperation in his eyes overwhelmed me. Choking back a sob of my own, I reached up and cupped his face, stroking his cheek with my thumb. His body tensed as if holding him back, and I felt a tear streak down my face.
I thought he had rejected me, and yet here stood as firm a testament to his affections as I’d likely ever see. That he couldn’t say the words didn’t matter; I saw everything I’d ever hoped for in my life shining from his eyes, and I couldn’t bear to let him go. Not yet. Pure selfishness on my part, but I knew that to give him up, to tell him the truth that tore at my soul, would break me. Our fate was sealed but for this one moment.
As I’m sure most of you have realized, I skipped out on Snippet Saturday. Truthfully, there hasn’t been much writing this week due to various real life issues and other things I’ve put on the back burner for AHW6. However, I didn’t want to leave you all with nothing after I’d promised to do my best and keep this up, so decided to give you a snippet from yesteryear, a little clue into what used to be the dynamics of the Hamilton household. Hope it makes up for a snippet-less day, enjoy!
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Jeremiah had always loved the boathouse.
Family trips to the palatial Hamptons estate were a rare occurrence in his life, but the splendor of his family home was wasted because, for the most part, Jeremiah wasn’t allowed to touch anything. His father had instilled that very early on; both Jeremiah and his older brother Lucas were punished for even moving the smallest of items. The brothers had learned early on to fear their father and did as they were told, knowing full well even at a young age what the consequences would be if they didn’t obey.
But for all his insistence that the house itself stay perfect, Rufus Hamilton didn’t seem to care about the boathouse.
The building had always been old, the wood siding and deck shrunken and warped by years of coastal living and sun. It creaked and shook when you ran across it, feeling for all the world like it was going to collapse at any minute. Jeremiah loved it. There were numerous places to hide or ways to use the old building as a fort, battleground, or anything else in his imagination. On the rare instances they visited the estate, he preferred to play out there with his older brother, leaving the big house to the adults.
There was an open area above the small living quarters on the top floor. Derelict canoes from long before Jeremiah’s time lay across the slats, none of which looked seaworthy. Down in the water below, Rufus kept a huge yacht which he used to entertain guests and potential investors, but it was the canoes that held the youngest Hamilton’s fascination. His young mind could imagine they went through countless journeys, battling turbulent waters to carry brave men to untold adventures.
So it wasn’t a huge surprise when, on Jeremiah’s seventh birthday, Lucas came into the boathouse to see his baby brother giggling from the rafters, crawling across one thick beam toward a green canoe. “What are you doing,” his older brother hissed, looking all about for adults.
Jeremiah ignored him. He already knew where everyone else was. His mother was tanning down on the beach and his father was inside the house, locked away in his office. The coast was clear, but he didn’t feel like telling Lucas that. Making him sweat was more fun, especially since his older brother regularly played pranks of his own.
“Remi, get down! What if dad sees you up there?”
The element of fear in his brother’s voice and almost made Jeremiah stop his undertaking, but the canoe was literally within reach. He hadn’t realized until he got up to the rafters that the upright canoe wasn’t merely sitting atop the rafters but instead hanging from hooks on the ceiling. The straps holding it up looked old, but the whole contraption looked sturdy enough to Jeremiah’s young eye. Grabbing the edge of the long boat, Jeremiah stepped gingerly into the green canoe, sitting down on the ancient plank bench near the center. Layer upon layer of dust billowed around him when he moved, but the thrill he got peering down at his brother was enough reason to think this was a great idea. He blew a raspberry at his brother, who seemed to finally be finding his sense of adventure again.
“Bet you’ve never been this high off the ground,” he crowed down to Lucas. In actuality, the distance scared Jeremiah; he kept a firm hold on the canoe, which swayed uneasily beneath him. The wood roof above creaked and groaned, leaving Jeremiah on edge and spoiling some of his triumph.
Lucas, however, seemed suitably impressed. “Yeah, because I’m not a stupid dork.” His words held no bite though, and he circled the small apartment. “How’d you get up there anyway?”
“You figure it out, butthead.” It was a rare treat for Jeremiah to watch his older brother fumble around. Usually, the older boy had an advantage of one sort or another, and was quick to lord it over his younger brother. Lucas was the only one he really cared to play with, even though he usually lost; despite being more than three years apart in age, they were close to the same height and weight. Still, the older boy usually managed to get the best of his gullible younger brother; Lucas didn’t play fair, a concept that Jeremiah’s young mind was only starting to understand.
Gripping the sides of the wobbly boat, Jeremiah leaned over to see what else was up there. Beside him, resting on the slats, were two faded oars that seemed to match the canoe’s colors. Moving over to one side of the bench, Jeremiah reached down to pick up one of the oars. They were just out of reach, and he had to hang out of the boat to go those last few inches.
“Remi, what are you–”
A loud crack came from above, following by the sound of splintering wood. Jeremiah launched himself back into the canoe, making it sway from one side to the next, and that was enough for the old ceiling boards to finally give way. The strap holding the front of the canoe tore free from the roof, sending the watercraft crashing down onto the rafters, before lurching sideways. Jeremiah barely missed having his hand crushed beneath the boat as he was dumped sideways, his shoulder striking the wood slat roof. The back strap held, tilting the canoe up at an angle, and the boat slid forward through the widely spaced beams, taking Jeremiah with it.
What happened next was too much of a blur for Jeremiah to remember, but the jolt from the wood ship hitting the ground propelled the young boy forward to lie face down in the long boat. There was a crash and the sound of glass breaking, then the canoe listed sideways, spilling out its sole human occupant. The sudden silence was deafening, but all Jeremiah could think about was how much his ribs and head hurt.
“Hey, you okay?” Lucas pulled his brother away from the canoe, laying him out on the slat floor and shaking one shoulder. “Remi?”
Jeremiah groaned, rolling over onto the side of his body that didn’t hurt, then sat up. “What happened?” he mumbled, the room fuzzy.
“We gotta go. You broke the glass coffee table and put a big dent in the wall. Dad’s going to be pissed when he finds out.” Lucas tugged at Jeremiah’s arm desperately. “C’mon Remi, we gotta…”
Footsteps tampend outside the door, shaking the floor. Both boys turned fearful eyes to see their mother slam open the door, staring at the scene in horror. She still wore her bikini and wide-brimmed hat from sunning herself down by the water. “What did you boys do?” she asked faintly.
They looked at one another, then back at their mother, both too stunned to answer. Lucas usually had a ready answer for these situations, but he’d been caught unprepared as well. Georgia stared at them, then darted a look back at the house. “Quick,” she urged, moving across the room and hauling Jeremiah to his feet. “You need to get out of here before your father comes.”
Jeremiah tried to walk but the world spun and he collapsed in his mother’s grip. Georgia looked frantically at Lucas. “Tell me what happened,” she demanded. “Now!”
“Remi wanted to ride in the canoes. They fell down with him inside.”
Georgia’s hands trembled around Jeremiah as she hauled him to his feet. “Stupid, stupid,” she muttered, long fingernails biting into the flesh of his arm. The woman seemed more interested in running than punishing them however; she moved quickly to the stairs and down to the lower level. “What are we going to do?” she muttered to herself. “Your father’s going to want to punish somebody for this.”
“Over here.” Lucas pulled his mother toward the back of the boathouse, then pulled open a ratty door. Darkness lay beyond, and all three of them peered into the gloom uncertainly. Lucas went back behind the stairs and rummaged through some cabinets until he found a flashlight. “Take him to the house.”
Confusion lit in Georgia’s eyes, and Jeremiah looked between the two of them. “What is that?” he asked in a groggy voice, nodding his head toward the passageway.
“It’s a secret passageway, leading up to the house. I found it a long time ago, that’s how I’ve always beat you down here.” Lucas pushed his mother and brother toward the dark entryway.
“I’m not going in there.” Revulsion tinged Georgia’s words. She took the flashlight from Lucas’ hands and shone it into the gloom. “Ugh,” she groaned as the beam highlighted the grimy walls, “that’s going to leave me muddy from head to…”
Heavy footsteps came from above them, then the door crashed open. “What the fuck,” came a familiar male voice, and all three people downstairs cringed in varying shades of fear.
“Go!” Lucas whispered, pushing his mother again, and this time Georgia didn’t hesitate. “It leads to the kitchen pantry.”
Jeremiah looked at his brother. Lucas’ face was white as a sheet, sweat already forming across his pale brow. An inkling of what his brother was doing began to form in Jeremiah’s young mind, but Georgia hustled him into the darkness as Lucas shut the door. “Get him to the house,” he told his mother, as if he were the adult and not her. “I’ll take care of father.” Then he shut the door, and darkness swallowed them whole. Pinpricks of light came from between the slats of the old door, and Rufus’ cursing echoed through the small chamber.
Georgia didn’t move a muscle and for a long time Jeremiah followed her example, but when he heard his brother cry out he struggled to get free of his mother.
“I should have known it was you.” Rufus’ voice came through the door as if he were just outside. “So you’re the one who destroyed the entire goddamn room?”
Both boys knew their father only cursed when he was really angry, and Jeremiah quailed in his mother’s arms at the sound.
“Leave me alone,” came Lucas’ muffled reply, then the sound of flesh striking flesh. Jeremiah tried to pull himself out of his mother’s arms, and she clapped a hand over his mouth before he could shout his brother’s name.
“I’ll teach you how to speak to your elders, you little shit.”
Jeremiah howled into his mother’s hand, his screams drowned out by Lucas’ cries beyond the door. Jeremiah knew the sound of leather on flesh; the belt was Rufus’ favorite mode of punishment, sometimes even using the buckle. Above him, he could hear his mother quiet sobbing as she moved blindly backwards, keeping a firm grip on the struggling boy as they made their way back to the house. When at least the muffled cries ceased, whether through distance or the end of punishment, Jeremiah sagged in his mother’s arms and let her drag him the rest of the way to the house.
Happy birthday, Jeremiah Hamilton.
Thanks to everyone who voted for the cover!! The contest was a lot closer than I expected, but we still had a clear winner.
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The New York Times and USA Today bestselling series continues in the explosive sixth part!
Enigmatic billionaire Jeremiah Hamilton plucked twenty-four year old Lucy Delacourt from an existence spiraling down into darkness. Seduced and brought into the extravagant lifestyle of the rich and powerful, Lucy was swept up into the highest highs, and experienced dangerous lows, but always there was her billionaire protector. Safe in his arms, she thought for sure her life had finally found the right track.
Until she couldn’t hold back saying those three little words, and found out how fragile her new position was.
Her affections spurned by the man she loves, the dejected young woman is kidnapped from Jeremiah’s home and discovers more about another facet of the Hamilton family legacy. Lucas Hamilton, known in darker company as Loki, is an arms dealer and Jeremiah’s brother. He needs Lucy for his own purposes, but makes it no secret that he wants to get back at his brother any way he can for stealing the family empire. Dangerous outside forces seem intent on taking the proud and wealthy New York family down. But what will broken-hearted Lucy do when her new captor sets his sights on seduction?
No matter what happens, Lucy’s life will never again be the same.
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AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | AMAZON BRASIL | BARNES AND NOBLE/NOOK | KOBO | ALLROMANCE EBOOKS | iTunes
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I have to say, self-publishing has its upsides and downsides, both of which are often part of the same coin. On Friday I uploaded the stories to four of the major retailers: Amazon (Kindle), Barnes and Noble (Nook), iTunes/Apple (that actually went up on Thursday), and Kobo. I’m super excited that most of the sites had the story up earlier than expected, but unfortunately a few are taking their time. Apple/iTunes is notoriously difficult to get through in a reasonable time frame; I’m hoping to be live there by the end of the month. Amazon/Kindle have requested I prove my copyright before they’ll publish the story; this wouldn’t be so bad if 1) this wasn’t a weekend, and a holiday weekend to boot, and 2) I actually knew HOW to prove copyright on a new, not-previously-copyrighted story! … I’m still hoping Amazon will figure it out quickly based on what I’ve sent them so far and get it published by tomorrow.
ETA: AMAZON IS LIVE!!!!! Woohoo, guess they’re actually working around the Irish Day celebrations!!
PLEASE DO NOT POST SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS SECTION!!! I promise that tomorrow, the official due date, I’ll do a full-on spoiler threadfest here on the blog where you can scream, cry, laugh, and commiserate on events in the story. Until then, any such comments will unfortunately be screened by yours truly so folks won’t have the story so far ruined. I also ask that, if you leave any reviews, pretty please don’t spoil anybody else’s experience! *hugs*
Okay, off to freak out more about Amazon and poke at Kobo to get them live today too. I’ll keep you updated on those issues as more news comes available!!
