Friday, July 21, 2017



I'm so thrilled to share this sale with you! All three of my books; Race the Darkness, Hunt the Dawn, and Saving Mercy are on sale for 99¢.

 

RACE THE DARKNESS

Series: Fatal Dreams Series, Book 1 
Genre: Dark Romantic Thriller

Cursed with a terrible gift...
Criminal investigator Xander Stone doesn't have to question you-he can hear your thoughts. Scarred by lightning, burdened with a power that gives him no peace, Xander struggles to maintain his sanity against the voice that haunts him day and night-the voice of a woman begging him to save her.
A gift that threatens to engulf them
Isleen Walker has long since given up hope of escape from the nightmare of captivity and torture that is draining her life, her mind, and her soul. Except...there is the man in her feverish dreams, the strangely beautiful man who beckons her to freedom and wholeness. And when he comes, if he comes, it will take all their combined fury and faith to overcome a madman bent on fulfilling a deadly prophecy.
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Excerpt

Her gaze locked with his—locked so hard the entire world vanished and all that existed were her and him and his hand feeling the steady beat of her heart. Whatever the fuck she was about to say, he was gonna believe her. She could tell him he was a two-headed, purple squirrel, and he’d go out, find a nut, and climb a tree.

“Xander. I vow to protect you from pain. I vow never to leave you unless you want me to leave. I vow never to hurt you the way Gran hurt your father. Because hurting you would be hurting myself. Your pain is my pain. And my pain is yours. But together we are strong and invincible. Don’t you feel it when we touch? It’s all I can feel. All I want to feel. You and me. Us. Together.”

Her words did more than enter his ears; they melded into him as bone-deep truth. He’d never do anything to hurt her and—damn—he trusted that she wouldn’t hurt him. As sick as it sounded, maybe his faith in her was born from the suffering she’d endured. She understood pain. Understood the depth and damage pain caused in a way few others ever would. That kind of knowledge made her incapable of wounding anyone else.

“Say something. You’re looking at me funny.” Her voice trembled just a bit. He could practically hear her doubting whether she should’ve spoken the words of her heart.

“What you said… Those words…” Christ. He didn’t have experience talking about his feelings. “Everything.”

 She cocked her head to the side, questions wrinkling her forehead.

He was screwing this up. “Your words mean everything to me.” He could show her easier than he could tell her. He slid his hands up her neck, framing her face, staring at her, absorbing every detail. “You’re my…” Fearless. He caught himself before he said the word. To base how he felt on a story wasn’t real. She was real. And the emotions warming him were real. “Everything.” He lowered his mouth to hers. She tasted sweet, of cinnamon and sugar, and for some reason, his heart ached with a fullness of feeling it had never experienced before.

He scooped her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest, his mind flashing back to the day he found her—and to holding her this same way. God, she had weighed so little, had seemed so fragile, but she was strong. Stronger than he’d ever be. Knowing what she’s gone through, what she’d survived—yeah. Strong was too weak a word to describe her.

He carried her up the stairs to his bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers. With a gentleness born of reverence, he settled her on the bed. He broke the kiss to stare at her once more. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed, her lips deliciously puffy and pink from a good kissing. He fucking loved pink.  

HUNT THE DAWN

Series: Fatal Dreams Series, Book 2 (stand alone) 
Genre: Dark Romantic Thriller

Out of darkness and danger… You can't hide your secrets from Lathan Montgomery-he can read your darkest memories. And while his special abilities are invaluable in the FBI's hunt for a serial killer, he has no way to avoid the pain that brings him. Until he is drawn to courageous, down-on-her-luck Evanee Brown and finds himself able to offer her something he's never offered another human being: himself.

Dawns a unique and powerful love Nightmares are nothing new to Evanee Brown. But once she meets Lathan, they plummet into the realm of the macabre. Murder victims are reaching from beyond the grave to give Evanee evidence that could help Lathan bring a terrifying killer to justice. Together, they could forge an indomitable partnership to thwart violence, abuse, and death-if they survive the forces that seek to tear them apart.              
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Excerpt

While he hauled his motorcycle onto the road, he didn’t look away from her.

She stood bereft in the middle of the pavement, staring out over the pasture. Emotions infused the air around her. Shame. Hate. Embarrassment. Sadness. Fear. Desperation. He recognized that tangled combination of scents. Knew them intimately. Knew the feeling of being hurt and vulnerable and powerless to stop the pain. Knew how memories, like the one he witnessed, had left wounds on her soul and Junior had just ripped off all the scabs. She was raw, bleeding emotionally in front of him and yet holding it together by a spider’s thread. He could see the effort in the way she stood straight and stiff.

Fury simmered low in his gut. After he got her squared away, maybe he’d pay a visit to Junior. Show the asshole what it felt like to be the victim.

He walked the bike to her. After he straddled the seat, he held out his hand to her. She grabbed him, her grip hungry. “Climb on up.”

She tossed her leg over the seat, using his hand to balance her weight. He sat at the same time she did, her body settling against his back. Holy Jesus. He couldn’t activate the ability to think—his brain short-circuited from her nearness.

Everything disappeared but the feeling of her open thighs wrapped around his ass with nothing but a tiny pair of black shorts and his jeans between them. Her sweet musky scent, almost like honey, but better—way better—folded around him like a celestial pair of wings. The scent of her entered his nose, flowed into his lungs, then out to his extremities, spreading a cooling wave of solace that he wanted to savor, but couldn’t. Not with her perched behind him, waiting for him to drive down the road.

He placed her hand against his stomach, pressed it tightly to him. His abdominal muscles twitched under her touch. “Hold on.” He let go of her hand and she slid her other arm around his waist. She pressed her front to his back, holding as tightly to his body as she’d held his hand.

She was a clingy little thing. Not that he minded. Her touch felt like—what was the word he wanted to use—kismet. Exactly as he’d always imagined a lover’s touch. Two pieces fitting perfectly together. He kicked the machine in gear, trying to ease it forward instead of his normal burst of speed. She rested her head on his spine, nestling her cheek across the fabric of his shirt before settling. His heart grew, straining against his chest wall, threatening to come up his throat in a shout of absolute ecstasy.  

SAVING MERCY

Series: Fatal Truth Series, Book 1 
Genre: Dark Romantic Thriller


He's Found her at last...
Cain Killion knows himself to be a damaged man. His only redeeming quality? The extrasensory connection to blood that he uses to catch killers. His latest case takes a macabre turn when he discovers a familiar and haunting symbol linking the crime to his horrific past—and the one woman who might understand what it means.

Only to lose her to a nightmare
 Mercy Ledger is brave, resilient, beautiful—and in terrible danger. The moment Cain finds her the line between good and evil blurs and the only thing clear to them is that they belong together. Love is the antidote for blood—but is their bond strong enough to overcome the madness that stalks them?                    
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Excerpt

The rain came down gray and thick as a shroud, blurring his vision of the world. He flipped on the wipers and pulled out of the hospital parking lot onto the road. Fat blobs of smacked the windshield loud as marbles being tossed against the glass. Was that hail? As if it mattered. His car was trashed.

Cain had covered the passenger seat and all Mac’s blood with a blanket he kept in the trunk. Even though his view of all that crimson was blocked, his mind knew it was there and his eyes kept wandering to the blanket, calling up the image of the dark stickiness coating the seat and the floor. All that blood was playing touchy-feely with his sanity. And he wasn’t in the mood for games.

He drove past a gas station, a fast food restaurant, a person walking alongside the road. His foot hit the brake before his brain had a chance to talk him out of it.

Mercy.

Her hair was slicked to her skull, her clothes—his clothes—were sucked to her body, doing a shitty job of hiding her curves. At least the T-shirt she wore was black, not white.

He pulled over to the berm and watched her in the rearview mirror. She stopped walking, stared at the car—knew it was him—but didn’t move.

Could he blame her for not wanting to be around him after what he’d said to her? Not really. And yet, he couldn’t leave her alone and walking in the rain with Payne still out there. Not to mention that she didn’t have anyone or anywhere to go.

She still hadn’t moved from her spot.

He left the car running, opened his door and got out.

The rain slapped him—frigid, bordering on icy, soaking his clothes and dripping in his eyes. The pressure of it hitting the wounds in his bicep and shoulder made him wince. But that was all the attention he’d give to the pain.

“Get in the car.” The words came out harsher than he’d intended.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, lifted her head, and somehow managed to stare down her nose at him even though she was almost a foot shorter. “No.” She said the word as if it didn’t matter that they were standing in the middle of a downpour.

“Get in the goddamned car.” This time the words came out loud and angry sounding. Like that was going to win her over. What was his problem?

“Fuck you.” She looked miserable—all wet and shivery and yet feisty and taking none of his crap.

He should soften his tone. He should try to be nicer. He should, but his inner asshole seemed attracted to her inner bitch. “Where are you going? No where. You don’t have anywhere to go. You don’t have any money. You don’t have friends.” His voice softened and filled with some emotion he couldn’t name. “You don’t have anyone looking out for you, caring for you, able to help you in a pinch. You got no one.” He sucked in a breath and when he spoke next his voice was soft and pleading. “Except me.” The moment he finished speaking he wanted to retract every goddamned one of those words he’d spoken. “I’m…Shit…” He ran a hand through his soaking hair. “Goddamn it. I’m a dick. Okay?” He softened his tone. “Now will you please get in the car?”

Her shoulders straightened, her chin lifted, and she walked forward without looking at him. He expecting her to stomp past the car, but she yanked open the passenger door and got in. Seconds passed where he just stood here, getting even more wet, and staring at the back of her head poking above the headrest. “Now what?” He asked himself. Just what was he going to do with her? Drop her on Dolan? Yes. No. Yes. No. No. No. The last time he tried dropping her on someone she’d almost gotten hurt. If Mac hadn’t been able to keep her safe, he sure as shit wasn’t going to trust Dolan with her.

He got back in car. Every inch of him soaked. He brushed his hair back off his face and wiped the water from his eyes. She stared out the passenger window, refusing to look at him. He reached over and touched her shoulder. Underneath his hand, her body tensed, then trembled. Shit. Was he scaring her? He wrenched his hand off her and wanted to use the damned thing to slap himself around a little. Maybe then he’d get it through his stupid brain that she was fucking frightened of him.

Too many words flooded his mind and he didn’t know which ones to say. The I’m-sorry ones. The I-won’t-hurt-you ones. The I’m-an-asshole ones. The I-don’t-know-what-to-do ones. She turned to him. Rain slicked her cheeks. Or was that tears? Her beautiful eyes were the color of tropical waters—deep and fathomless.

He held up his hands in a show of surrender and she flew across the console at him. He closed his eyes, braced for the blows, but none came. Instead, slender arms wrapped around him, her hair, cold and wet dripped against his chest, but her cheek over his heart was warm—so warm. Maybe he’d had a stroke or something because this felt like she was hugging him. And that couldn’t be. Could it?

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Yep. She was wound tight around the front of him. And suddenly his brain let him feel the total sensation of it. Of being held tight as if he mattered to her. He let his arms fall around her and squeezed, pressing her tighter to him. Damn, this felt good. She felt good. It was oddly comforting to have her clinging on to him so tight. He closed his eyes and memorized the pressure of her arms around him and the way her hands pressed into his back. The way she felt in his arms, the subtle ripple of her spine and ribs underneath his fingers, the way her skin felt warm against his when every other part of him was cold.

If he’d been given a Stop Time button. This was the moment he would’ve used it. Here, holding her—the gentle lullaby of rain playing in the background—was the only perfect moment of his entire life.

About Abbie Roads

Abbie Roads is a mental health counselor known for her blunt, honest style of therapy. By night she writes dark, emotional novels always giving her characters the happy ending she wishes for all her clients. SAVING MERCY is the first book in her new Fatal Truth Series of dark, gritty, romantic suspense with a psychological twist.
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Thursday, July 20, 2017

For the Love of a Viking

This is Gina Conkle posting on behalf of Asa Maria Bradley and her amazing Vikings. We both love
Click this link to get the book on Amazon.
HOT alpha male heroes from the icy north.



Asa is from Sweden, and I've only visited. Asa's been to Iceland, and I'm planning to go, possibly next winter!



It can't be so bad. I'm a southern California transplant to Michigan. I can make the leap from mid-North American climes to the edge of the Arctic Circle, right?







Black Beach in Iceland. Beautiful.


Iceland has been on my list of places to see for over two decades. The landscape is amazing. While I'm at it, I might add a hop over to Greenland, but I'll save that for summer. In fact, I want a winter, summer, spring, and fall visit to Iceland. I've been following the Icelandic Writers Retreat since its inception in 2014. The Prime Minister of Iceland of spoke at one of their conferences. They take writing seriously there. It is the homeland of Snorri Sturluson, the medieval Viking who first put the sagas to paper.

That's not a Lord of the Rings fantasy pic. It's Iceland.










And what's not to love about seeing Viking ancestors? The Vikings were huge. Highlanders owe their size to the genetic infusion of Vikings in northern Scotland. In fact, the Faroe Islands identify ethnically more with their Scandic forebearers than the Gaels further south.






Here's one time Norwegian sailor, Lasse Matberg who broke the internet. If a picture's worth a 1000 words, 999 of them say "Viking" when it comes to him.


So, here's to Viking men and women who kick butt and take names in books and in history.

My Viking hero is below (Hakan of Uppsala in the year 1022).

Happy summer!
Stay cool with a Viking-
Asa & Gina




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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

It's Complicated...

The life of a writer is very complicated.  I mean, I know life in general is complicated but THIS writer's life seems to be more so than usual.

I figured out that I have three books to write by the end of the year.  Two of them will be published this year.  I have written about 100 words so far total.  Why?  It's complicated.  Normally I have multiple projects going at once, but they're staggered - one book is just starting, one is almost done and one is in the editing phase.  But right now, they're all just starting and my brain can't seem to get on board to at least focus on ONE.

It's beyond frustrating. 

Some books just come to you.  I don't know why that is, but some are just a bit effortless.  Everything lines up and the characters talk to me and it all makes me very happy.  I'm not a plotter at all.  Well, that's not true.  I plot the books that I co-write with Noelle Adams.  Our process is so awesome that those books almost write themselves.  But when I'm writing solo?  It's all character driven.  Sometimes I don't even know where the story is going as I'm writing it!  It's hard to explain and when I try to, most people look at me like I'm crazy.

Which I kind of am...

And in the midst of all of this, I want to read.  Like I really, really want to read.  I just one-clicked a ton of books and now I have to find time to read them.  And then there's the whole wife and mom thing and my family wanting food, clean clothes and love... LOL!

Again, it's complicated.

Or should I say Complicating...


See what I did there?  Wink, wink! 

Book three in my Preston's Mill series that I co-write with Noelle Adams is out today!  Woo-hoo!! We have had so much fun with this series - our first attempt together at writing romantic comedy.  Book one was Roommating (our hero and heroine end up being unlikely roomates), book two was Speed Dating (hero has been in love with the heroine aka his best friend and now she's on a quest to find Mr. Right through speed dating) and today's release - Complicating - has a surprise pregnancy!  Super fun story with the opposites attract thing going on - Daisy is a good-girl librarian and Carter is a tatted motorcycle mechanic. 

 Here's a small excerpt:


“Dude, you have to put that book down. You’re getting a little crazy.”

Carter barely glanced up from the page to give Kirk an annoyed glare. 

“I’m serious,” Kirk said, stepping into the office. “I get how you want to be informed and all, but…this can’t be good for you.”

“You’re the one who told me about the damn book,” Carter snapped. “Do you realize how much there is to know about pregnancy? I have no idea how Daisy’s handling it all!”

“My sister has four kids. That’s how I know about the book. My brother-in-law swears it saved him from doing stupid things during Lisa’s pregnancy.”

“Wait…what?”

Huffing with mild irritation, Kirk leaned on the desk and whipped the book out of Carter’s hand. “He read the book so he was prepared for the stages of pregnancy when Lisa was going to need more sleep or when it’s more common for her ankles to swell. He knew not to freak out when she started to snore or when she was popping antacids like they were Pez.” He waved the book around. “But he only read a chapter at a time and only when they were approaching that phase of the pregnancy or if he had a question.”

Standing up, Carter snatched the book back. “Yeah, well…that’s because he was there with Lisa to witness it all and knew what was going on. Daisy calls me after her doctor appointments, but…”

“You got to help put the crib together,” Kirk said conversationally. “And you said you met her folks…”

Carter rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Big deal.”

“What? You said they were nice.”

He shrugged. “They were but…I think they were just being polite. It was obvious that they weren’t exactly…thrilled that I was the one who knocked up their daughter.”

“From what you’ve told me about Daisy, can you blame them? I mean I only saw her for like ten seconds and even I could tell that the two of you look a little…odd together.”

“Thanks.”

“Just being honest, man,” Kirk said, holding his hands out defensively. “She’s your typical sweet librarian and you’re…”

“What?” Carter demanded. “I’m what?”

“You’re a big, tatted biker,” Kirk said with amusement. “Now granted, that doesn’t make you a bad person. I happen to know you’re a big old softie. Just look at how you’ve been taking care of that big mutt.”

“Teddy’s not so bad. He just needs a little TLC.”

“He looks like a beast, and I think you’re going to find that most people will run in the opposite direction to avoid him. But not you.” He smiled. “Maybe it’s why the two of you have bonded.”

“Why?”

“Because you both look like these big, scary dudes but deep down, you’re sweet. I think you understand him and that’s why you’re drawn to him.”

“Thanks for the praise, Dr. Phil,” Carter mocked. “But I wasn’t drawn to Teddy. He was there and he hasn’t left. I don’t believe in being cruel to animals so I fed him.”

“And we have a big bucket of dog food here now because…?”

Carter huffed. “I just said why. There’s no reason to sit and watch the dog starve!”

“You could just call animal control,” Kirk suggested.

“Weren’t you just the one who said people will run from him? Do you honestly think they’re going to find someone to adopt him?” he scoffed.

“And the new studded collar he’s now wearing?” The smirk on his face made Carter want to punch him.

Hard.

“Weren’t we talking about Daisy?”

“No. We were talking about you being obsessed with this damn What to Expect book,” Kirk replied. “It’s a good reference book. You don’t need to read it from cover to cover every day.”

“I haven’t been that bad.”

Kirk gave him a look that said otherwise.
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So to celebrate this release, I am giving away the trilogy - SIGNED - to one lucky reader!!  Woo-hoo!! 

To enter, leave a comment below telling me your favorite romance trope - friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, secret baby, surprise pregnancy, office romance...I can go on and on!  Tell me your favorite or a chance to win!!

And be sure to check out the series here:  http://prestonsmill.pagedemo.co/

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Quintessential Disney Snacks #RWA17

Are you going to RWA's National Conference at the Swan/Dolphin Resort in Disney World, July 26-29? Have you been to Disney World?

Not that I'm an expert in all things Disney, but I'm definitely well acquainted with Disney snacks. **And many other Disney restaurants, resorts, parks... feel free to ask me anything on Facebook or Twitter.

 Here's what you might want to try at Disney World (and where to find it)!

1. Dole Whips. One of my favorites. It's simply pineapple soft serve (they also serve vanilla and chocolate, but it's the pineapple that's truly special). You can get it in a cone, cup, or as a Dole Whip Float (the soft serve floating in pineapple juice). Very refreshing on a hot summer's day. Find it in the Magic Kingdom, Adventureland. Or at the Polynesian Village Resort (no park admission needed).

2. Mickey Bars. Not much different than a Dove bar, thick chocolate crisp coating over vanilla ice cream) but this one is shaped like a Mickey head. Naturally. Find them at all parks, but there's nothing like eating one while looking at Cinderella Castle on Main Street (Disnerd Alert: If you want to sound in the know, it's actually Cinderella Castle, no possessive) in the Magic Kingdom.

3. Grey Goose Citron Slush/Grand Marnier Slush. Icy, cool, and alcoholic. Lemon or orange. I prefer the lemon. Get them at a little stand in France at Epcot's World Showcase.
Photo from DisneyFoodblog.com- a great place to find all things edible (or drinkable) at Disney! 

4. Caramel Corn from Karamell-Kuche, made fresh and hot all day, in Germany, World Showcase, Epcot.

5. School Bread. A big bready doughnut covered in butter icing and coconut. Norway, World Showcase, Epcot.

6. Specialty Cupcakes. Visiting a Disney resort (and I'm not counting the Swan/Dolphin which are on Disney property, but not Disney owned)? The quick service venue at all resorts serve unique and special cupcakes, like the Butterfinger Cupcake, or my favorite Pina Colada Cupcake. Staying at the Swan/Dolphin? Check out the Yacht Club, Beach Club, or Boardwalk resorts. Babycakes in Disney Springs has delicious gluten free and vegan options!

7. Sweet Cream Cheese Pretzel or JalapeƱo Cheese Pretzel, at the Lunching Pad in the Magic Kingdom.

8. Turkey Legs. The stuff of legend. So big some people have suggested they are actually emu legs, or ham due to the smoky flavor, but they are turkey. Smoked. Confession, I'm not a fan. They're not really easy to eat, messy, and too many tendons. But, they seem to remain popular and a must try for many Disney patrons. Find them at the Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Disney Hollywood Studios, and Disney Springs.

There you have it- my great eight of Disney snacks. But there are many more. Perhaps you'll find something you love and let me know! What's your favorite Disney snack?















Monday, July 17, 2017

Summer Gets Even Hotter!


Summer gets even hotter with the release of 14 Exciting New Books by 14 Fantastic Authors in my Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle World! From heroes fighting their inner demons to hunky hit men to serial killers to single dads to Cupid, there's something for everyone! Look for all 14 New Books July 20th on Amazon!

You can check out all the books currently in my Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle World here. http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksDallasFireAndRescueKindleWorld.html

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And be sure to join the Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle World Reader Group here!
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Note: Even though Kindle World books are only available on Amazon, you can read them on ANY device with the Kindle App! If you're a non-US resident, click here for purchase instructions: http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/KindleWorldsNonUSResidents.html




And you can find REKINDLED and ABLAZE, the original books in the series that started the Kindle World, on ALL vendors here!
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AUTHORS! If you're interested in writing in my Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle World, PM me on Facebook here https://www.facebook.com/PaigeTylerAuthor/ or email me at paigetyler@paigetylertheauthor.com

Happy Reading!

*hugs*
Paige

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The Winner's Are...

Five people answered my (Gina Conkle) July 11th post with their favorite bad-boy hero. I promised an ebook copy of one of my books (winner's choice).





All five commenters!

Since we had an intimate group, I'm awarding all five readers a copy of one of my books. Look for my email.


                                                                       Happy reading!
                                                                         Gina Conkle



Your choices




Available October 17, 2017

Available December 5, 2017











Friday, July 14, 2017

Happy Summer

What's your favorite thing to do over the summer?

I love to take walks in the green trees of my mountains, and dip my feet in cool streams. I love visiting my family near the beach, and I love going to summer blockbusters.

I have recently bought a house, so I am going to enjoy gardening soon. I want to plant a rose garden, and set up a Japanese rock garden.


I also love reading old favorites...books I love that soothe me when I need to relax. This week I am re-reading the Sookie Stackhouse books and loving them.

I also love watching favorite movies...anything by Jane Austen in right in my wheelhouse.


So happy summer to you, whatever pleasures it brings.




Ever since Christy English picked up a fake sword in stage combat class at the age of fourteen, she has lived vicariously through the sword-wielding women of her imagination. Sometimes an actor, always a storyteller, Christy works happily with Sourcebooks Casablanca to bring the knife-throwing women of her novels to life. A banker by day and a writer by night, she loves to eat chocolate, drink too many soft drinks, and walk the mountain trails of her home in western North Carolina.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

The Extrovert vs The Introvert Writer... Are shy writers missing out?


In the world of writing, there appear to be two types of authors: Introvert and Extrovert.

Extroverts writers are full of confidence. They speak at book conferences, are pros at social media, and radiate confidence in a manner that has us googling their books in an instant. They command success, and seem to believe in themselves utterly.

Arguably, introvert writers are more emotional. On social media, they share the ups and downs, their insecurities. We get more of a sense of the human behind the words. But in the cutthroat industry that is writing, are the introverts losing out?

These days, publishing is becoming less about writing and more about the authors themselves. We only have to look at the surge of celebrities securing book deals to know that having a ready-made fan base is attractive to potential publishers. I’m not sure about the US, but here in the UK it is common to walk into a bookstore and see the names of household names—TV presenters, models, comedians—plastered across the front of novels. Likewise, local book signings are usually reserved only for those who will pull in the crowds.

It stands to reason therefore, that the author who creates a celebrity-esque image for themselves is going to be more successful than those who do not. And the key to this, like so much in this life, is confidence.

There’s a author I saw speak at a conference once. I was totally in awe of her poise—the ability to sit in front of a room full of strangers and string full and coherent sentences together. Just listening to her convinced me that I needed to read her books. This, I thought to myself at the time, is an author who has something to say. I didn’t read the books as it happened (my bad) but I did check them out on Amazon, etc. To my surprise, she wasn’t as wildly successful as I assumed she’d be. In fact, before the conference, I’d never heard of her. But of course, I know who she is now and I suppose that’s the trick.

Introvert writers (like myself) often lack this fundamental ‘look at me’ quality. Many of us suffer with impostor syndrome, the fear that we’re successful by luck or chance and that any moment our agents/editors/publishers are going to find out we’re useless and get super angry. This week I had a classic insecure writer moment. I got a great review from a popular blog and experienced a single yee-hah thought before it’s negative friend popped into my head—Did someone pay them to write that?!

Recently, I heard the now famous story about Neil Gaiman meeting Neil Armstrong, which made me wonder—if we all feel like impostors, then are extrovert writers merely better actors than the rest of us? And if so, can we learn to act confident too? Since getting published, I try to put myself out there as much as I’m comfortable with. I’m not ready for addressing a massive room of people yet, but there are other smaller steps I try to take so that one day I might be. These might be insignificant to some—book fairs, author meetups—but to me, they are tiny achievements.

I wonder maybe if beneath the bravado and tweets and witty quips, we’re all afraid. Perhaps putting ourselves out there is just a learning curve that some are more adept at than others. I suppose the important thing is to push the boundaries and challenge ourselves until we fit comfortably into our writer shoes.

What do you think? Is the extroverted, confident writer ahead of the game? Or is it the writing that really counts in the end?



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