While waiting in line, build your author platform in your head.

Monday, February 1, 2016

 How to sell, without sounding like you're trying to sell. Author platforms require subtle tactics.
Build it and they will...not show up even if invited.
Nets won't work.
Hand-cuffs, maybe but
unless you've written the next Fifty Shades, that's a don't stop, go directly to jail.
You wrote the book but how to get a visitor worth a snit?
Let's get a little Freudian, shall we?

As in emotions. Begin with the basics.

Psychology of Color [Infographic]
Courtesy of NowSourcing, Inc

As if you were building a house or building. A sacred spot or the parking lot for a drive-in movie (I do miss them!), does not matter. At some point you've got to think about the fundamentals and that involves c-o-l-o-r.

Cue the rolling eyes. Aha, yeah. You can stop that right now, sir...in the back row. In marketing, more than anywhere else it involves swaying others to take a peek, invitation alone, heck a smack on the head isn't enough. Considering the competition, you'd better get on your game. Pretty words are nice, but it's the reptilian brain we've got to conquer.

People need coaxing to enter a doorway. Whether in real life or on the web. How? If you aren't a graphic artist or designer, it is easy to get overwhelmed.

Try Pinterest on for size. If you haven't visited Pinterest of late or never, I suggest you do. And use search terms like palettes, graphic arts, graphic artists, web design, and marketing. You can open your eyes to possibilities.

Whether or not, you pin what you like is up to you. Yeah, there are copyright issues, but if someone invites you to pin their stuff, hopefully they won't change their mind in the future. But still, it doesn't hurt to look and start to think about what draws you. And why?

Color. It's all around us. But more importantly it is a viable factor that we can control to draw visitors a little closer. And then them WAM!
Knock 'em over with your enticing prose, your captivating scenes, your enthralling wit.

Just remember, you first have to get them to look.

This week, we'll discuss how to get a make-over without breaking the bank. If you're visiting on your mobile device, you'll see some new stuff on the next go round around here.

#buildit #author #platforms #getrealmarketing

A need for speed? Let's do Zero to Sixty up against a wall.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Rod McLemore crosses paths with Margo Santero on the fly.
Their random hook up is akin to flint and fuel, igniting into a firestorm romance

A need for speed!
And 'some'...
Margo Santero isn't an ordinary girl.
As a barrel racer on a rodeo circuit, hanging around ropers, bronco busters, and bull riders she's toughened up. A lot!
On the run for over a year, she isn't naïve.
Foolish to think she is.
Would you be?
rodeo girls cowgirls gif
From ZERO TO 60 this fireball Western romance hurls
MARGO SANTERO into the crosshairs of a Marine recently discharged from duty.
ROD McLEMORE is the cousin of the McLemore brothers.
We met him in Collared By the Cowboy.
Rod and his brother Cade are the darker versions of Matt, Stephen, Brandon, Rory, and Miller.
Rod and Cade have been through hell and back, serving four tours of duty overseas.


MARGO SANTERO ~Megan Etcheberry
ROD McLEMORE ~ Brad Pitt


“Baby,” I groaned, pounding into her and making her climax the way she begged me for. Merciless. Raw. To the point that I’d hurt her—I wanted to. Fuuuck.
 How can I hunger to hurt her? She’s tiny. A woman. I had her by eight inches and could capably deliver brute force. Had I finally snapped?
“Please, Rod,” she begged, “Don’t hold back.”
Curling my arm tighter around her waist, I hauled her hips higher, and thrust my fingers so deep inside her she whimpered.
Hurt wasn’t the right word. Even as I hungered to spank her, bruise her skin, it wasn’t an act to harm her. It was primal, an urge—animalistic.
Shit, I withdrew my fingers and spun her around. “You’re mine to fuck. Say it.”
     Looking dazed and glowing, she whispered, “I’m yours.”
~ YUM!~ 



Available in ebook and paperback on Amazon 
January 2016 sales go to benefit Semper Fi Fund.






Freedom isn't free. Too Hot To Handle explores the sacrifice of war.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Two brothers, Rod and Cade return from being deployed overseas as Marines in active duty. What they've survived is kept housed deep within themselves.

Like everyone on the planet they've got skeletons in their closets. Cade and Rod weren't perfect when they enlisted. Returning to Evermore Ranch, they splinter, each choosing a path toward self-destruction. Only when they're forced to the brink, does each man veer away the edge and commit to a different means to deal with their pain.

Free ebook as part of the Kindle Unlimited program.

~T E A S E R ~
“Don’t waste your breath. Margo is on her own,” Campesino retorted bitterly. “Until she comes to her senses, I don’t care what she does. And I don’t speak only for myself. Her father is in full agreement with me. She needs a dose of humility, and if you’re the man to teach it to her, so be it. Frankly, I hope you’re the biggest asshole she comes across, so she realizes just what she threw away.”

Anger flickered on the periphery of my mind like a flame ready to burst into existence. “You’re mistaken if you think she’s going to miss whatever it was you supplied. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”

“Let me know when she wears you out.” He glowered, waving off the hotel security. “We can all go out for a drink and trade Margo war stories.”

What was it like for her as a small child to grow up around this conniving SOB? A venomous river laced his barbed words and the cold expression he wore as he talked about Margo were telltale of a greater brutality. I’d seen shit—mountains—but this was incomprehensible. He was talking about his niece and included Nate in his heartless outlook.

“She’s a young woman. What stories could you possibly have on her?” Inhaling a lungful of air, I forced out some of the fury this asshole inspired with a sharp exhale.

“Lots.” He walked away without another word.

Without looking back.

What if he wasn’t lying about Margo’s dad? Is this how they’d leave her tomorrow? A young woman without a net. And thanks to my fucked-in-the-head brother, I now had no doubts that when she implied things were hard at home, she wasn’t being overly dramatic.

“Happy jackass?” I walked up to Cade and he shrugged.

“Never thought I’d hear a man say that about his niece. Got yourself permission to fuck the girl and fuck her over from her own family. Her own father. Campesino said he spoke for Nate. Who would’ve thought those fuckers were such pricks?”

 Prick,” I corrected him. “Don’t include Margo’s dad. If you believe everything that piece of shit just spouted, then you’re an idiot. You’ve crossed a line. It’s only because I understand how screwed up you are that I don’t beat you senseless.”

“What do ya want me to say? Thanks and I’m sorry?” He chuckled, bending to pick up the pieces of his phone. His laughter was saturated with the same darkness I’d heard since we were discharged.

“Everything in this world isn’t expendable,” I growled.

“Oh isn’t it? Guess you conveniently forgot this is the throwaway culture. You. Me. Every Marine we served with can be replaced. Just a set of hands, feet, eyes. People give zero fucks what we went through.”

 “Just because a few asswad politicians and some folks act like the military is a disposable commodity, doesn’t give you an excuse to do the same. Drugs, porn—you’re on a road trip through hell. A journey you’re not taking me on, bro. I shed the target on my back, the moment I boarded a plane and returned home. If you don’t get help, I’ll track your ass and when you make your next score, I’ll contact the DEA. You’re a moron if you believe I’ll sit around and effectively allow you free rein to fuck me over.”

“Then I’ll fuck over that girl,” he said as if Margo were nothing but a bargaining chip in his warped little world.

It was like a low-level burst of electricity discharged over my scalp and down my spine. Time slowed. “This is about you and me. No one else.”

“Not anymore. Margo is invited to this party. If I don’t get what I need, I’ll crucify her.”

I ate up the distance between us and got right in Cade’s face. Close enough to look into his sky blue eyes. The exact color of our mother’s. But he wasn’t anything like our mom. And I hauled back and swung, punching him square in his face, so hard a jolt of pain tore across my knuckles.

“What the fuck, Rod?” He cupped his hands around his nose as blood streamed between the cracks of his fingers.

I went over to the deserted hotel bar and grabbed a handful of napkins. Walking up to Cade, I practically threw them at him. “To help you remember, I’m dead serious. Go near Margo, and there won’t be a place you can run.”
In Too Hot To Handle, Rod and Cade battle using their fists and ineffective words. It'll take a raging storm to unlock them from their past. Margo is that force for Rod.




Too Hot To Handle (Book #10) is also available in paperback

418 pages of sizzling Western heat!

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In Love You Harder (releasing this in late spring), the doors are blown off what these brothers went through before the war.

The last book (actually two: novella book #11 and L.Y.H. #12) in the Bad Boys series ties all the threads together, starting with who is Carolina Rodriguez? Really?

Why was the tinge of organized crime so interested in Annona, Texas? What secret is housed with Evermore? With those initial answers, you'll begin to understand why it's possible for a band of brothers and cousins to decide to make the ultimate sacrifice to save their family and town.
The finale of this series will punch you in the solar plexis. If you've read the series, grown to love the McLemore family, there is no way around, you will rage, vent and possibly hate me as an author, but you will remember: FREEDOM ISN'T FREE!


Coming out of fantasyland, it's usually in the evening when I take a spin around reality
and see what the heck has gone on.



And I find how truly weird, wacky or wacko the world has been.

From El Nino to the H-bomb (thank you not N. Korea!)
to a photographer reminding us that freedom isn't free!
Sergeant Kirstie Ennis: “There’s never a reason to give up”

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