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God, how many posts have there been from my fellow romance authors in the past several months talking about burn-out? Lots. Lots and lots. I relate to all of them, although I don’t really think I’m burned out on writing. I’m mostly burned out on all the expectations that come along with the publishing. First of all, I’ll just say right now, I’m totally, one hundred percent happy with my career at this point. I write because I have stories to tell. I’ve made the lists and I don’t think there is much more to prove to anyone. It’s amazing what one year of perspective gives you in the business. A year is a long, long time in publishing these days. There are so many authors and so many books being released each day. So I consider myself lucky that I’m doing so well.
But… I feel the need to make some changes. I don’t like traveling. I don’t mind flying and I actually do like nice hotels. But I don’t like traveling. I was a wanderer early in life and that went against my nature too. I just didn’t have much choice. Life happens, you end up somewhere you didn’t plan, and then… yeah. I like to be at home. I like to be alone. I know this is weird but I’m OK with that.
This year I did signings/speaking/attended at:
Smarter Artist in Austin
RT Convention in Vegas
Emerald City Author Event in Seattle
Book Expo America in Chicago
Wild & Windy Author Even in Chicago
Cleveland Author Event
RARE Edinburgh, Scotland
A Night of Corruption in LA
And I have one more to do, (Mile High Author Event) but it’s in Denver, so it’s local.
Now, I realize that lots of authors do this and more, but those authors probably aren’t putting out a book every two months and traveling at the same time. It wasn’t very fun. So I’m not going to do it anymore. Next year I’m doing one signing in Denver on August 5th and that’s it. I might go to a convention. Maybe. It depends. Probably not. Because while I do love seeing everyone when I go out to these events, I don’t love the work involved.
I started my year in Vegas (literally, for New Year’s) with Jana Aston and met up with Alexia Purdy. And I loved being around Johnny B Truant, Sean Platt, and David Wright in Austin. These are three of my most favorite guys in the world. I love them. Plus I got to see all the Stone Table people and James Toon and Greg Lawrence from Podium Publishing. And I had a great dinner with Jana Aston and Raine Miller in Seattle. It was wonderful to have that time together just to talk about things. And I love seeing Shay Savage so RT was cool. Plus I met a few fans there (Wendy!). Scotland was amazing – I got to meet Clarissa Wild for the first time. And Jo Raven. I have known Jo for years and years online and I finally got to see her in person. I hate everywhere these days but Colorado, but I’d actually live in Scotland, it was that pretty. I got to see my old friends from high school (Jackie, Shannon, and Cindy) when I went back to Ohio for the Cleveland event. And I have been seeing some of my street team members every other month all year. So that is all fantastic. But you know what? I’d rather meet up with Johnny, Sean, and David, and Raine, and Shay, and Shannon, and Jana, and Michelle, and Wendy and Holly and all my street team members while I’m not WORKING.
Why can’t we ever do that? (We’re so fucking busy, that’s why)
So if I keep doing this I’m going to have to write fewer books. And I’ll be honest here, I don’t want to write fewer books. I want to write more books. I have like ten stories in my head right now that I just need to write down. I don’t want to cut back. I want more time to do this thing called writing. It’s an outlet for me. And I hate being rushed. Yes, I can write 10,000 words a day if I have to. But who the hell wants to write that many words in one day? Not me. I’m sure there are some authors out there who enjoy that kind of pacing but I’m not one of them. I’m naturally fast at writing, but my happy place is about 3,000 words a day. That’s still a book a month if I work weekends.
I’m not going to release every month next year. 🙂 Wishful thinking Super Fans! 😉 But it would be nice to finish a book, start another one, and still be thinking about that last story for a few weeks before I hit publish. Plus, I’d like to work on some marketing courses for other authors and, honestly, just take a few days off whenever I want.
So I’m officially retiring from the signing circuit for one year. One year. I’m not going anywhere unless it’s a tropical beach and doesn’t involve me signing books.
And I’m taking up a new hobby. It’s called relaxing. I’m going to relax. I’m going to read more, listen to more audiobooks, teach my dog to walk on a leash, hang out with my family, and stamp letters on little metal tags to make key chains. I’m going to fix up my house, maybe move to the mountains, and clean my desk off every night. I might even wash my car more than once a year. I live on a dirt road, can you image how dirty that thing gets? It deserves a bath more than once a year.
I know that people make plans to go to events and that’s why I didn’t cancel any events this year. Not one. I went to all of them even though it made writing and staying on schedule very difficult. But I was smart when those messages started coming on for 2017. I said no.
Maybe I’ll start doing it again in 2018, but for now, I’m just saying no.
Anyway – I did manage to stay on track for Mr. Corporate and it’s releasing from pre-order TONIGHT midnight your time. So if you haven’t picked it up yet, now is the perfect time. All the Misters except Mr. Match (releasing in December) are standalone books. So you can start anywhere in the series and not miss much. But if you’d like the reading order, I’ve got it with the links to buy below.
Thanks for reading, thank for reviewing and I’ll see you on the next blog post!
P.S. Don’t forget about the giveaway! Just scroll down.
Now a USA Today Bestseller!A Standalone book in a brand new series by New York Times bestselling author, JA Huss!Wanting the perfect man doesn't make me crazy. I just know what I like.A powerful billionaire in a suit wasn't even my first choice. McAllister Stonewall was never on my radar, I didn't e... More info →
Charm is the key to the world.
Charisma, magnetism, sex appeal—that ‘it’ factor that can’t be described.
Nolan Delany has it is spades.
The infamous Mr. Romantic.
And maybe he is out of my league… But I’m going to give it the old college try anyway. Because I didn’t travel two thousa... More info →
Weston Conrad is the best headhunter in the business. That handsome smile goes a long way towards convincing most people to trust him with their future.
I’m not most people. I’m his direct competition. And it doesn’t hurt to be just the kind of woman he’s been looking for.
I’m gonna flas... More info →
Paxton Vance isn’t as cryptic as he thinks. That broody nature and tough-guy exterior aren’t fooling me one bit.
I know everything about him. I listen in on his most personal phone calls. I read his mail before he does.
You’re the man of my dreams, Paxton Vance. You just don’t know it yet.
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Oliver Shrike thinks ahead. He likes to make lists and tick off boxes. He plans, he plots, and he’s got everything under control.
Until one day he sees my erotic videos on his dating site.
I’ve hooked you now, Mr. Match. You’ve been in control for way too long and this is where it ends. More info →
Mr. Perfect, Mr. Romantic, Mr. Corporate, Mr. Mysterious, and Mr. Match found what they were looking for and now it’s time to seal the deal. Five Aston hasn’t quite found his happily ever after yet… not quite. But he will. And he’s about to host the party of the century for all his family and friends.
If you loved Happily Ever After, you can’t miss this one either. It’s the delicious cherry on top of the most perfect dessert and all your favorite characters will be back for one… final… swoon-worthy story.
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Mr. Corporate (SEXY) Excerpt
I’m just about to pull away, back off and give her some room, when she turns her head and kisses me on the cheek.
I turn my head too, just enough to find her lips. And then… and then… my hands have her face and my mouth has her tongue. Her hips push into mine and I walk her backwards a few steps, until she reaches the couch and has to sit.
I drop to my knees, my fingers eager to slip under the waistband of her panties. And then I am pulling them down her long—so fucking long—legs. I toss them over my shoulder as I lick my lips and stare into her eyes. She wants to close them, I can tell. She wants to close her eyes, and lean her head back, and let me lick her pussy until she comes.
But she wants to watch too. Her fingers thread through my hair, urging me to keep going. So I open her legs, lift her knees up towards her tits, and sweep my tongue up and down her pussy until she lets go of my hair and digs her fingernails into my shoulders.
“Keep going?” I ask. “Or am I smothering you with my expectations?”
“Shut up,” she says, digging her nails into my skin. “Just shut up.”
I laugh as I dip back down between her legs. “Tori,” I murmur as I kiss her wet folds.
“No talking, West. I’m serious.”
“Tori,” I say again. “Tell me you missed this or I’m going to stop.”
Her thighs squeeze together, clamping down on my face, and she bucks her hips, trying to get more friction, more tongue, more everything. “You’re not stopping. You’re just trying to be an asshole.”
“Say it,” I choke when she squeezes tighter. I lick her, flicking my tongue across her clit until her grip on my face loosens. “Say it or I’ll rub my stubble all over the inside of your thighs.”
Her foot smacks my lower back. “Why are you such a jerk? Stop talking and start licking, Mr. Conrad. Or I’m going to get up and walk away.”
“No, you won’t,” I say, reaching up with one hand to squeeze her tits as my other hand dips between her legs. I push a finger inside her, making her moan. “I know every way to make you melt, Miss Arias. So don’t challenge me during sex.”
“We’re not having sex. Because you’re still talking.”
I pinch her nipple and her whole back arches.
“Say it,” I demand, lifting my head up and withdrawing my finger. “Say it or we’ll stop.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Weston. Just shut the hell up!”
I pull back and let her legs drop.
“Don’t,” she says, pointing her finger at my face.
I smack it away. “What have I told you about that fucking finger?”
“I swear to God, West. If you started this to piss me off, I will never let you touch me again.”
“Let me?” I laugh. “Shit.”
“Yes, let you. I’m the one in control—”
She stops talking, because I’ve got my dick out and I’m thrusting it inside her before she can finish.
I have more giveaways going from last week’s posts, so make sure to check them all out after you’re done here!
Monday’s Giveaway – 321 EOBS – $25 Gift Card
Tuesday’s Giveaway – Meet Me In The Dark EOBS – Signed book and MMITD keychain
Wednesday’s Giveaway – Wasted Lust EOBS – Signed Book and Wasted Lust Party Pack
Thursday’s Giveaway – Sexy EOBS – Signed book and Sexy leather bracelet
Friday’s Giveaway – Eighteen EOBS – Signed book and Eighteen tote bag
Saturday’s Giveaway – Anarchy Found EOBS – Signed Collector’s book and AF beach towel
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