Isabella Harron's Blog
October 28, 2021
I need your help.
My book Missed and Misunderstood has had very little interest and I am trying to discover why. I am asking for suggestions. Is it the cover? Is it the description? Please take a look and give me some feedback.
A story is much more than a cover and description. I need to find a way to reach potential readers.
Missed and Misunderstood: A Texas Romance
I look forward to read your thoughts.
A story is much more than a cover and description. I need to find a way to reach potential readers.
Missed and Misunderstood: A Texas Romance
I look forward to read your thoughts.
July 22, 2021
Giveaway Promotion
I was wondering if anyone is interested in receiving an ARC for my latest book Missed and Misunderstood: A Texas Romance.
https://www.amazon.com/Missed-Misunde...
Missed and Misunderstood is a Coming of Age novel involving two complex characters who have had their share of obstacles. Due to a simple misunderstanding, they came close to never seeing each other again but fate intervened and love won.
This book was a labor of love for me and I am quite proud of the result. I would love to share it with readers. Available on Amazon for .99 or through an ARC. Please reply if you are interested.
https://www.amazon.com/Missed-Misunde...
Missed and Misunderstood is a Coming of Age novel involving two complex characters who have had their share of obstacles. Due to a simple misunderstanding, they came close to never seeing each other again but fate intervened and love won.
This book was a labor of love for me and I am quite proud of the result. I would love to share it with readers. Available on Amazon for .99 or through an ARC. Please reply if you are interested.
May 6, 2021
Giveaway Promotion
https://claims.prolificworks.com/free...
I joined in a promotional giveaway on Prolific works. Check out my book Time to be the Better Man. A suspenseful romance.
I joined in a promotional giveaway on Prolific works. Check out my book Time to be the Better Man. A suspenseful romance.
July 19, 2020
Pirated book
I messed up. I joined Booksprout and thought that I could advance my followers and gain reviews. What I found today when I googled my book was the words I slaved over for a year was being passed around on a website for free. And to make matters worse was the selfish people tweeted about the find and shared it. So for all those indie authors out there I sincerely hope that none of you ever feels the heartbreak I have felt today.
You know as an author we aren't trying to get rich, but instead fulfilling a life long dream to write a great novel. It doesn't matter what genre you slipped into, we deserve the respect and recognition because we keep trying to be the best that we can. We pour feelings, tears, anger and disappointment into our characters. And that is not to mention the fear, or the events that has happened in our lives that we hesitate to discuss with our closest relative. But in the power of the written word we can be free. We can express ourselves and release any insecurities we might have. So with a broken heart I write this to you tonight. In our zest to capture the reviews and make those sales for the recognition and even just a damn pat on the back I am afraid I defeated the purpose and it makes me damn mad. Please protect your work.
And on a side note to those good people out there that do an honest thing and accept the free book on Booksprout and take their lovely time to read and leave a review. I truly thank you. Unfortunately, I doubt I will ever use the service again after this. But thank you to the honest people I appreciate your efforts.
Sincerely,
Isabella Harron
You know as an author we aren't trying to get rich, but instead fulfilling a life long dream to write a great novel. It doesn't matter what genre you slipped into, we deserve the respect and recognition because we keep trying to be the best that we can. We pour feelings, tears, anger and disappointment into our characters. And that is not to mention the fear, or the events that has happened in our lives that we hesitate to discuss with our closest relative. But in the power of the written word we can be free. We can express ourselves and release any insecurities we might have. So with a broken heart I write this to you tonight. In our zest to capture the reviews and make those sales for the recognition and even just a damn pat on the back I am afraid I defeated the purpose and it makes me damn mad. Please protect your work.
And on a side note to those good people out there that do an honest thing and accept the free book on Booksprout and take their lovely time to read and leave a review. I truly thank you. Unfortunately, I doubt I will ever use the service again after this. But thank you to the honest people I appreciate your efforts.
Sincerely,
Isabella Harron
July 9, 2020
Time to be the Better Man
I did it. I finally completed my biggest novel to date. For three years this story had been niggling at the back of my mind and finally a year ago, it came together. After several re-writes and trips to the editor I felt confident and complete. The sense of happiness I felt to see the finished product is undefined. When I first began writing I struggled to complete ten thousand words without losing the drive to continue. To complete a full length novel that hovered around the one hundred sixteen thousand mark is incomprehensible to me and a right of passage that I have accomplished. Whether it is any good remains to be seen but no matter the outcome of the novel, I can't regret one minute I spent because Nate and Tara's love story needed to be told. I find myself at a loss, missing my friends that I had delved so deeply into their lives for such a lengthy amount of time. Here is to all the authors out there who devote their hours to their passion, may they continue to be inspired and bring us their works of arts.
June 22, 2020
Time to be the Better Man
I have a new book set to release soon. This book has been a labor of love for me. Near and dear to my heart I have spent the better part of a year on this one story and to say I feel accomplished by the simple act of finishing is an understatement. I have never been a patient person and to complete a 116,000 word novel was a serious stretch for me and I feel stronger now.
I hope that when the book reaches you it brings a round of smiles and tears the way it did during the writing process.
Till next time.
Happy reading.
Isabella
I hope that when the book reaches you it brings a round of smiles and tears the way it did during the writing process.
Till next time.
Happy reading.
Isabella
August 30, 2019
End of Summer Sale
For a limited time, to break the heat of the end of summer. Why not curl up in a comfy chair with a good book? Four of my books on sale now for .99
Devotion For Love or Honor
For Love or Music: A Texas Romance
You Did What?
An Unexpected Kiss
Devotion For Love or Honor
For Love or Music: A Texas Romance
You Did What?
An Unexpected Kiss
July 7, 2019
#Devotion:For Love or Honor
Here is an excerpt from my latest book Devotion: For Love or Honor release date July 10th on Amazon and Goodreads.
I didn't want to dance with David again; he found me as I entered the ballroom after my run-in with Ryan. With nerves on edge, one short breath from completely losing what is left of all my reserved composure when David turns me and the first thing, I see is my guy leading a girl by the hand onto the dance floor.
I was mistaken to believe I could never be hurt more than everything I had endured the past few years with Martin, and here I am with a heart splitting in two. I am the worse kind of fool, one where she desires for a man that swears, he is falling in love with her and is willing to go the distance to be with her but only to give up with such ease. I watch as if I am the driver passing a horrible accident, one where you see the pain plastered across the faces of the poor souls involved while standing on the side of the road. And still even with the possible outcome of such an accident that a victim lies dying in one of those cars, yet you always look.
We as humans are destined to be curious and at the same time professing to ourselves; it is a good thing I hesitated before I left the house or work or as simple as the grocery store line took a little longer than planned. Could it be that something so simple as a delay of our time where we generally as the busy people we are in this, is upset because of the hold on our time and all it takes is seeing an accident to realize what we do have in this life, and the need to now hold it dear is beyond our reach.
This is an example of me right here at this moment, I am watching a train wreck happening before my eyes, and the problem is there is no rush hour traffic, store line, school bus or even heavy equipment being hauled down the road to prevent me from walking straight into the head-on collision.
I, along with any human at this moment, are helpless to stop watching. I look on with morbid curiosity as the hands I have grown to love, to cherish the feel of them in mine, or even with a simple hug the soft imprint they leave on my body shooting straight to my soul, but now they lie just above the backside of another girl.
I am the worst kind of fool dancing in the arms of another man when the one I want more than anything is dancing, not ten feet away. Why can’t we talk this over? I feel I am unable to say the word I need to use most of all. “Sorry.” This situation has no signs of improving, with no way out when I know with certainty; I am leaving at the end of the school year, there seems to be no way up from this point. I continue to watch like the fool I am as her small hands caress his shoulders, moving to the nape of his neck where the hair is short and soft. She should be able to feel the hard flex of his line of muscles as her fingers trace his shoulders. She has to notice the way his strong hands press against her supple flesh.
Does she feel the excitement deep inside her womb as I do when I am in his embrace? Does she feel the genuine warmth of his kind and gentle soul? I doubt it. For her, this moves only skin deep. Or at least I hope it does.
The song ends, along with my torture, making my excuses I leave the dance floor returning to my duties. I end up at the refreshment table, drinking the light spring punch I found the recipe for, yet when I practiced making it at home, it was sweet and refreshing, now though I wish I could add a pint of rum.
“Hey. Are you okay?” I nod. “You don’t look okay.” My best friend asks out of concern.
“I don’t have a choice. I have a job to do. If not, then I would be drowning my feelings in the bar.” I think for a moment then contradicting myself. “Nope never mind. I am a cheap drunk. I would if I could leave here right this minute and buy a huge economical sized bottle of the cheapest alcohol available. I would drink all of it and then welcome the horrible hangover in the morning because there is no way it could on this planet be any worse than being here at this moment and watching that.”
I point towards the dance floor where the girl, who is standing in my place just grabbed his cheeks, kissing my guy on the lips.
I didn't want to dance with David again; he found me as I entered the ballroom after my run-in with Ryan. With nerves on edge, one short breath from completely losing what is left of all my reserved composure when David turns me and the first thing, I see is my guy leading a girl by the hand onto the dance floor.
I was mistaken to believe I could never be hurt more than everything I had endured the past few years with Martin, and here I am with a heart splitting in two. I am the worse kind of fool, one where she desires for a man that swears, he is falling in love with her and is willing to go the distance to be with her but only to give up with such ease. I watch as if I am the driver passing a horrible accident, one where you see the pain plastered across the faces of the poor souls involved while standing on the side of the road. And still even with the possible outcome of such an accident that a victim lies dying in one of those cars, yet you always look.
We as humans are destined to be curious and at the same time professing to ourselves; it is a good thing I hesitated before I left the house or work or as simple as the grocery store line took a little longer than planned. Could it be that something so simple as a delay of our time where we generally as the busy people we are in this, is upset because of the hold on our time and all it takes is seeing an accident to realize what we do have in this life, and the need to now hold it dear is beyond our reach.
This is an example of me right here at this moment, I am watching a train wreck happening before my eyes, and the problem is there is no rush hour traffic, store line, school bus or even heavy equipment being hauled down the road to prevent me from walking straight into the head-on collision.
I, along with any human at this moment, are helpless to stop watching. I look on with morbid curiosity as the hands I have grown to love, to cherish the feel of them in mine, or even with a simple hug the soft imprint they leave on my body shooting straight to my soul, but now they lie just above the backside of another girl.
I am the worst kind of fool dancing in the arms of another man when the one I want more than anything is dancing, not ten feet away. Why can’t we talk this over? I feel I am unable to say the word I need to use most of all. “Sorry.” This situation has no signs of improving, with no way out when I know with certainty; I am leaving at the end of the school year, there seems to be no way up from this point. I continue to watch like the fool I am as her small hands caress his shoulders, moving to the nape of his neck where the hair is short and soft. She should be able to feel the hard flex of his line of muscles as her fingers trace his shoulders. She has to notice the way his strong hands press against her supple flesh.
Does she feel the excitement deep inside her womb as I do when I am in his embrace? Does she feel the genuine warmth of his kind and gentle soul? I doubt it. For her, this moves only skin deep. Or at least I hope it does.
The song ends, along with my torture, making my excuses I leave the dance floor returning to my duties. I end up at the refreshment table, drinking the light spring punch I found the recipe for, yet when I practiced making it at home, it was sweet and refreshing, now though I wish I could add a pint of rum.
“Hey. Are you okay?” I nod. “You don’t look okay.” My best friend asks out of concern.
“I don’t have a choice. I have a job to do. If not, then I would be drowning my feelings in the bar.” I think for a moment then contradicting myself. “Nope never mind. I am a cheap drunk. I would if I could leave here right this minute and buy a huge economical sized bottle of the cheapest alcohol available. I would drink all of it and then welcome the horrible hangover in the morning because there is no way it could on this planet be any worse than being here at this moment and watching that.”
I point towards the dance floor where the girl, who is standing in my place just grabbed his cheeks, kissing my guy on the lips.
June 28, 2019
Devotion:For Love or Honor
I have had the burning desire to tell this story for quite some time, and it finally has come together in the form of a love story. People, like fictional characters, are full of complicated contradiction. Humans in the walking, breathing form are not so unlike their fictional counterparts. We make mistakes, rushed judgments, leap before we look and sometimes marry the wrong person. Then we turn around and find the one we are meant to be with, our other half, and the timing is all wrong. Two people young, old, in between it doesn't matter what matters is the heart and what it wants. The true testament to what makes us humans, and characters different from the animal species is the desire to wait, to honor our commitments, and to pause until the time is right. These words are the driving force behind my latest book Devotion: For Love or Honor. Two people, unforeseen circumstances bringing them together and with a little patience and the right time, can have the love to last them a lifetime.
March 24, 2019
Devotion
I have spent quite a bit of time on my latest book: Devotion. As I neared what could have been the end of the book but yet the story not finished. I have found myself walking a strange and challenging tight rope line. See I have a confession: I hate sequels. I do not enjoy reading them. I can't stand reaching this point in the lives of the h/h only to find the story not finished. I recognize this fact. So here is a question to all of those romance readers out there. To sequel or not to sequel? Would you instead read a book pushing four hundred pages? Or do you want it in Book 1, Book 2 or?? Please help me discover the real answer to this burning question. I am devoted to finishing my book. A sweet tale that can not be completed in under three hundred and fifty pages and yet I can't in good conscience bring myself to slap Book one and two on it. Thank you for input.
