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Shana Galen first came to my attention years ago while going through a “nothing but Regency” obsession.When I picked up one of her books, however, it took but a few pages to realize these were not your run-of-the-mill regency romances, these were rollicking adventures!  Still, when I had the chan

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As you walk down the aisles of your ultimate sanctuary—the local bookstore—you find the Romance section and you are immediately inundated by thousands of images. Each one slightly different. Some are scary, some have people on them, some a single figure.

I have an amazing product—I wrote a fabulous book—I’m offering a service that everyone will benefit from—why can’t I get results? How do I get people to notice?!Man, that is the million-dollar question!

Pinterest, do you know it? That endless repository of fantastical snowman crafts, two-thousand recipes for Spanish rice, rainbow hair dying techniques, quirky authorless quotes, endless coupon hacks, antique interior barn door hardware sources, fitted sheet folding methods, chalk board art

All right—take a deep breath and open your eyes. I have bad news for you. You have woken up 500 years into the past, and it is now the year 1480. Don’t faint—this is going to be fun. But it’s not going to be easy.

I was reading a historical romance one evening when, in exasperation, I nearly zapped the book out of my iPad right there and then. Not because it was badly written. Nor was it boring.Rather, it annoyed me that for the umpteenth time, the author described her hero as having wide/broad shoulders.

Writing wasn’t something I ever saw myself doing as a career. I had written a few short stories for fun when I was in high school and college, but that was the end of that. I was working full-time and raising two young children.

One question we’ve heard repeatedly: How is a narrator selected to read the audiobook?In addition, many authors tell us they want to narrate their audiobooks for financial and/or artistic reasons.

Aaron, Mel, and I stared into the makeshift grave in Emma Marx’s backyard.“Who do you think it is?” Mel asked.“From the looks of him, he’s not been there long,” Aaron said.“Come on, Benny boy, come here!” The ghost-dog was still in the hole in the ground with the body, and it was freaking me out.


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