A Big Decision

Top ‘O the Morning to you!

I am teetering on the verge of what is to me a big decision–not so to everyone else I suspect!  I’m thinking of self-publishing my short novel The Summoning on Amazon.  There is much to commend this, like books that I can purchase at a lower price than mine published through publishers.  This makes a difference at book signings–or such has been my observation of other authors’ sales at book events.

fotolia_40387457The other perk is that you get to choose your cover.  I’ve selected two images from Fotolia that would be combined for a cover.  Very exciting stuff!  This is one of them.

The other is the moody sea, storm-tossed sea below.

These images work because in the first scene, the hero appears in the sea, rescuing the heroine from a watery death.

I must thank three of our wonderful PFS for their help with Amazon requirements.  Beth Trissel, Mary Marvella, and Toni Sweeney.  THANKS!!

Here is the excerpt I chose should I self-pub The Summoning:

“Carried me to bed?” Heather frowned, trying to remember. “Oh. When I woke up, I was naked. What happened to my dress?”

“The ceremonial dress in which they had robed you was soaked, thick with salt and sand,” he said, matter-of-factly. “If you actually want it, you should find it in the bath.”

His arrogance amazed her, but Heather was glad he hadn’t thrown her into bed in a wet fotolia_95330170dress. “They robed me? I—I don’t remember.”

“You were under some sort of spell, I believe.”

She nodded, recalling the dreamlike state. Was she shocked that this stranger—stranger than fiction—who’d saved her life had undressed her? Ask anyone who’d read her love scenes, Heather McClain was no prude. Was Heather Morique?

A warm hand brushed the top of her cold foot. “You are silent. Is something wrong?”

Again that electric trill at a mere touch! “No, no. I—thank you. I’d be dead now if you hadn’t rescued me.”

“Yes, you would. If you are ready now, you can repay me.”

“Repay you?” Why should she be surprised? No one did anything anymore for free, but what need had a spirit of money? “If you want cash, we’ll have to find an ATM.”

He leaned back against the coffee table, regarding her with amusement. “I do not need your money, beautiful witch. I seek only Pleasure, and I am certain you can exceed even my high expectations.”

Heather’s jaw dropped. “Pleasure? Do you mean you want me to…”

The God of Wind and Sea grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Yes, Heather.” He sobered, shaking his head. “Not sex only. I want to make love to you.”

How could this creature simply assume she’d have sex with him? Shocked, yet flattered in an odd way, she arched her brows. “No.”

He straightened, staring at her as if she’d sprouted wings. “But I saved your life.”

Oh dear God, she’d heard in certain cultures if you saved a life, that life belonged to you.

“Eyrael, I’m very, very grateful.” She folded trembling hands and met his gaze squarely. “I don’t intend to f-word you, however.”

Liar! When that’s exactly what I want. What am I saying? I’m recently widowed… Right…by a man who betrayed me. Why not pay my debt? Pleasant repayment.

Who was she kidding? Tempted or not, she couldn’t have sex with a total stranger.

He laughed, the melody this time with a touch of bitterness—or surprise that anyone would refuse him. “So be it.” He rose, beautiful, graceful as his sea. “Then I shall take my leave.”

Turning away, he hesitated, then again faced her. “Did you commit crimes against the People?”

Heather closed her eyes, shaking her head. “I did nothing. For some reason, Taino is convinced I caused my husband’s death.” She opened her eyes, met the question in Eryael’s. “As I said, he died in a fiery car accident. We weren’t—I had nothing to do with it.”

“I must warn you Taino and Sofiel are not finished with you. Heather, you are in danger. The Shaman intends to exact his misbegotten revenge.”

She shot to her feet, said without thinking, “I’ll leave Jamaica at once.”

“Do you think a powerful spirit and a cunning witchdoctor cannot find you?” He flung an elegant gesture. “They will pursue you. The next time, they will slaughter you like the lamb you are.”

Of course, he was right. The Whisperers had come to her in Atlanta. Her enemies would find her and the results would be as Eryael predicted.

Will I will or will I won’t?  I’m leaning toward will.

Have a great Friday and a fabulous weekend!  Linda

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4 Responses to A Big Decision

  1. Josie says:

    I vote “will”, Linda. And best wishes for your success!

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  2. nitethyme says:

    Thanks! It looks better and better. Appreciate the comment! Linda

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  3. marymarvella says:

    If I can do it you can do it!

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