It seems that there are the fast track internet machines to distribute fiction and there is grass roots. I tend toward the latter. Yesterday was the first day back in New Mexico since my novel came out. I went to the coffee shop and there I was, in print. Ten books lined up next to Sky F. who jumped up and gave me a hug. "You kept this quiet Sleam! Why didn't you tell me?" nancy grins from behind the counter and pours me a coffee. Two books sold. I give her a copy to read so she can talk about the book to the tourists and locals alike. At the shop later, Janice takes seven. "I like that number" and starts to look one over, thrilled for me. At Lori Musil's gallery in Cerrillos, she sells one immediately to a friend and then takes two on spec. That afternoon i hear from a few retail places I'd emailed from the UK, and I send out more. I sell another in Santa Fe. And then I come home.
Busy. Good first day with this.
Next, its emails, press releases to the local papers, contact a few writers I like and ask for reviews, and then to the pub. I'll take a few copies with me just in case.
cover art
Press Release info
Contact: Ellen Green, Press Manager - 'PressManager@aegpublishinggroup.com'
Phone: 888-808-6190 – Corporate Office
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
WHEN NO ONE'S LOOKING
This passionate, funny, yet bittersweet novel uncovers a secret love affair that has lasted five decades. It happened When No One’s Looking.
A beautifully written saga that spans six countries and over 40 years, the story centers on an obsessive pair of lovers who cannot stay away from each other. Looking back over the years, Joey reminisces on what could have been. Joey is now dying, and is comforted by a dear friend named Paula. The other woman of importance in Joey’s life is Kat, and the two have had a messy relationship dating back to 1967. Paula plans a gathering in Northern New Mexico to celebrate Joey’s life, but should Kat be invited?
This erotic memoir ponders if there’s always a last chance at love.
About the Author: Sarah Leamy is a writer, traveler, and vaudeville performer based in New Mexico. She has already written her next book, Random Tales.
WHEN NO ONE’S LOOKING (ISBN: 978-1-60976-243-8) will be available on for $13.50 and can be ordered through the publisher’s website:
http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/WhenNoOnesLooking.html
Or at www.amazon.com
or http://search.barnesandnoble.com
Wholesalers please email BookOrder@AEG-Online-Store.com
Strategic Book Group
P.O. Box 333 Durham, CT 06422
http://www.Strategicbookpublishing.com - http://www.EloquentBooks.com - http://www.StrategicBookMarketing.com
http://www.Strategicbookgroup.com
Phone: 888-808-6190 – Corporate Office
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
WHEN NO ONE'S LOOKING
This passionate, funny, yet bittersweet novel uncovers a secret love affair that has lasted five decades. It happened When No One’s Looking.
A beautifully written saga that spans six countries and over 40 years, the story centers on an obsessive pair of lovers who cannot stay away from each other. Looking back over the years, Joey reminisces on what could have been. Joey is now dying, and is comforted by a dear friend named Paula. The other woman of importance in Joey’s life is Kat, and the two have had a messy relationship dating back to 1967. Paula plans a gathering in Northern New Mexico to celebrate Joey’s life, but should Kat be invited?
This erotic memoir ponders if there’s always a last chance at love.
About the Author: Sarah Leamy is a writer, traveler, and vaudeville performer based in New Mexico. She has already written her next book, Random Tales.
WHEN NO ONE’S LOOKING (ISBN: 978-1-60976-243-8) will be available on
http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/WhenNoOnesLooking.html
Or at www.amazon.com
or http://search.barnesandnoble.com
Wholesalers please email BookOrder@AEG-Online-Store.com
Strategic Book Group
P.O. Box 333 Durham, CT 06422
http://www.Strategicbookpublishing.com - http://www.EloquentBooks.com - http://www.StrategicBookMarketing.com
http://www.Strategicbookgroup.com
Kinda Ironic
I find it kind of funny how the values we have differ. What do our friends mean to us? What do we ask of them? And what do we offer?
For me, a friend is someone I enjoy being around, for what they say, how they live their lives and the stories they tell, I like it all. I want to relax when I see them, knowing how we are with each other, and that we allow each other to be idiots sometimes and still be good friends afterwards. Its trust, honesty and a sense of safety that makes someone a close friend, and yes, i ask more from them, and hopefully I give more in response and return.
It's been coming up in conversation recently, how and what we look for in each other.
And I've found that for some of my friends, it is easier to cut me out rather than talk to me. You see, in my small community, I"m in the wrong for speaking the truth. And the woman who is consistently dishonest, is the popular girl and in the right. Something wrong with this picture, isn't there?
Anyway, I'm curious as to how you view your friends, what you hope for, what you try to give them. hmm.. food for thought eh?
For me, a friend is someone I enjoy being around, for what they say, how they live their lives and the stories they tell, I like it all. I want to relax when I see them, knowing how we are with each other, and that we allow each other to be idiots sometimes and still be good friends afterwards. Its trust, honesty and a sense of safety that makes someone a close friend, and yes, i ask more from them, and hopefully I give more in response and return.
It's been coming up in conversation recently, how and what we look for in each other.
And I've found that for some of my friends, it is easier to cut me out rather than talk to me. You see, in my small community, I"m in the wrong for speaking the truth. And the woman who is consistently dishonest, is the popular girl and in the right. Something wrong with this picture, isn't there?
Anyway, I'm curious as to how you view your friends, what you hope for, what you try to give them. hmm.. food for thought eh?
Opening Up: A Guide to Creating and Sustaining Open Relationships
I have read this numerous times. I've passed it on. I've encouraged friends to read this. I've sent it anonymously to friends of mine who consistently cheat on their girlfriends and lovers, gay or straight -it doesn't seem to matter. Once a cheater, that's the phrase, right? Well. I have hope. I hope that those who read this book learn other ways of being. Honesty isn't just about not saying an untruth. It's giving the whole story, the bigger picture. This book shows how some many of us do this. There is no one way to be non-manogamous. There are so many paths to follow. Her words showed me how to find my own direction, what I can and can't compromise upon. I'd recommend this book, any of her books for you if you want to learn about open sexuality, no longer stuck with old patterns of hiding your lovers and attractions. It doesn't have to be a big deal! Honest!
When No One's Looking: New Fiction Writers
When No One's Looking: New Fiction Writers: "I'm always cautious of stating this is my first time. The Virgin Syndrome. Not my style. I prefer to act as if I know what I'm doing. But I ..."
New Fiction Writers
I'm always cautious of stating this is my first time. The Virgin Syndrome. Not my style. I prefer to act as if I know what I'm doing. But I don't. I've started blogging as a way to publicise my new book. My first book, to be honest. And now I'm lost. Lost in the world of blogging. How do I find you? What do I tell you? How do I find other peoples stories and posts?
When No One's Looking comes out this fall. The galleys are done. The press release is written. The cover art is in production. Now what? How do I get this out there? Hmm. I'd love to travel and go on a book tour this fall and winter, me and Harold, my dog. That's the plan.
That's the story.
And I'm sticking to it.
When No One's Looking comes out this fall. The galleys are done. The press release is written. The cover art is in production. Now what? How do I get this out there? Hmm. I'd love to travel and go on a book tour this fall and winter, me and Harold, my dog. That's the plan.
That's the story.
And I'm sticking to it.
Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Again?”
Kat nodded.
“You really are telling me this, again? That there is nothing going on between us? No affair? No love?”
I looked into her eyes, as cold and dark as my dog’s water was this winter’s morning. She watched me. Her arms were folded across her chest as if to protect herself from me. Me. Who has been her sweet secret lover, for how many years now? Five? Ten? More?
Kat forgets.
Like now, when I’m no longer convenient, she forgets how much we have been in each other’s lives. How much we mean to each other. She forgets that it’s her, always her, who comes back to me, stirs it all up and then leaves once again, usually within a few weeks. She came to me in New Mexico. In Guatemala. In Spain. In Russia. She comes back to me. Always. I don’t look for her.
I waited. Kat said nothing. She simply stood there in her leggings and t-shirt. Barefoot, she looked me straight in the eye. Both of us are five foot ten—one of the few ways we are evenly matched.
But then she looked away.
“So, there is nothing going on, right? Why then do you have to shut me out? If there is nothing to hide from Mark, why act as if we’re not even friends? Why hide me on the sidelines of your life?”
How I lived with myself, being in the same social circle as this happy couple, I don’t know. I didn’t look too deeply. I simply wanted her. However I could. Whenever I could.
“Kat. Wake up. Talk to me.”
I saw movement in there. She shook loose of her own tight grip. This strikingly dark-haired feline woman shook herself free. Her arms stretched out toward me and then collapsed at her sides.
“Joey. There is nothing going on between us. I told you that last week. I’ve been nothing but extremely consistent with you about this. There is nothing going on. Now you need to leave. Mark’s coming back any minute and I don’t want to explain why you’re here. He doesn’t want you here.” She looked at me. “And neither do I.”
I watched. I waited. For more. For more honesty. Well, for some honesty. Anything but that dismissal. Sometimes it worked, if I stood and waited. Sometimes she’d remember to reassure me of her deep love, remind me of the passion that sparks and ignites between us when no one’s looking. I waited. But no. Not this time. She said nothing else.
I bit my tongue to hold back the bitter words. I tasted the rich blood between my teeth. I wanted to spit it into her mouth, to have her know the depths of how she hurts me with this oh-so-consistent rejection of hers. I didn’t. I waited. She folded her arms across her chest again.
That was it, then?
I said nothing more. I turned away, walked to the gate and let myself out, whistling for Jimmy, my Husky mongrel. He bounded up to me. I nodded toward the truck and he sprang into the bed and waited for us to drive off. He watched Kat. I knew it. He adored her, more than a casual friend of mine would usually elicit from this shy dog, but with her—Jimmy was in love.
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