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Virtual Ebook Fair - Sample Saturday #1
Sample from Sometimes We Ran: A Story from the Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 1
Sightseeing
Of all the things you could find on the road during a zombie apocalypse, the undead kids were always the worst.
I mean, the regular undead and the dogs were bad enough, but the kid versions really messed with your head. I watched from my hiding place among the gas pumps as the little walking corpse shambled around the parking lot. She had been a little girl, really cute and adorable. Her dress, or what remained of her dress, was a little pink frilly job with lace at the neck. She dragged her right leg behind her. The foot was nearly chewed off, and the bones were exposed. Her chest cavity was pretty much gone, and her lower jaw was missing. The only sound she could make was a horrible gurgling sound, like someone was pouring milk down her throat as she was trying to scream.
What was she, seven, eight years old? Damn shame. She's never going to grow up, go to school, or dance at a prom.
Never going to bring home a boy that pisses off her Dad.
I noticed she was clutching a headless doll. It was blood stained and extremely filthy. I think that detail unsettled me most of all. Sometimes you see the dead walking around clutching the last thing they ever touched. It could be an empty gun from their last battle, or a steak knife, or even something as mundane as a coffee cup. The kids usually have a teddy bear or some other favorite toy in their cold, dead hands.
The headless doll was a new one. I'd never seen a zombie holding one before.
I watched for a few more minutes. She didn't notice me among the gas pumps, so I guess she was pretty far gone. Usually these zombies catch on to fresh meat pretty quick and come running for a quick meal.
I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to put her down before she drew more of her undead friends to the gas station. I drew my gun and stepped out from my hiding place to put the little bastard out of her misery. She noticed me and began that horrible noise they all make. It's usually a high pitched squeal, or a low, menacing growl. Without her lower jaw, though, it was more of a low gurgle that raised goose bumps on my arm. No matter how many of these things I put down, that sound still causes the the little hairs on my neck to stand up.
Then there's the eyes. They are usually yellow or red. The yellows are more common, but it's the rare reds that could be a problem. They're more violent and hungry, and will attack on sight. With Red-Eyes, you shoot first and run away quickly.
And you better hit them in the head. It's the only way to put them down. Just like in the movies. Sometimes that doesn't even work on the first try.
One of her eyes was gone; the other was yellow. She raised the arm without the doll and started dragging herself over to me, very slowly.
Sometimes these things can be pretty fast. I recall an incident with one a few weeks ago. It was a soccer mom, I think. I stumbled on her in another parking lot somewhere long ago. For a minute, I thought she was a survivor, until I saw her dead, yellow eyes and the fresh blood on her designer clothes. She had been feeding. Her victim was a younger girl, a teenager. I hoped it wasn't her daughter. Maybe her meal had been part of her carpool or something.
She was one of the fast ones. As soon as she saw me, she made an unholy shriek and ran in my direction. I was ready, and took her out with my rifle. It took two shots. I missed on the first, and hit her in the shoulder. The second shot got her right between the eyes. She was going so fast, she actually ran for a few more steps before falling. I put a bullet in her last meal too, just in case.
The little girl zombie at the gas station wasn't going anywhere fast. She could barely move under her own power. Besides her mangled right foot, most of the bones and muscles in her legs and lower extremities were either broken or missing. As I approached, I circled around her to assess the situation. The best she could do was turn slightly and moan. She was too far gone to be able to chase me.
The back of her head was mostly gone as well. How the hell was she still walking around? Some of these things can be tough customers. I've seen a few with missing limbs crawling on the ground to find their next meal. Others had the skin mostly peeled from their bodies, their skeletons exposed like a realistic Halloween costume. Sometimes, they're burned or crushed beyond recognition, but still walking around and feeding. Then there were the dogs.
Nobody figured that dogs could turn. They ate infected meat from the ones walking around, and then they turned into undead dogs. The turned dogs were always bad news. They're a hell of a lot faster, and they work in groups. It's good old-fashioned nightmare fuel. You must always avoid the dogs.
I followed the little girl zombie for a few seconds, getting ready to blow her rotting brains out. I also looked around to see if she was alone. I didn't want any of her undead buddies sneaking up on me. It was just her and me in this former gas station. A long time ago, people would stop here on the way to work to gas up their cars and continue on with their ordinary lives. Mom and Dad would fill up their coffee cups with inexpensive brew and the kids would buy their sugary snacks. Now the only remaining cars are the stripped hulks abandoned here when the fuel ran out. The coffee and sugary snacks are long gone. Mom and Dad and the kids are dead, or walking around feeding on the living as one big happy zombie family.
It really hurts to think about the old world, before it all went bad.
The little girl zombie stumbled, and fell at my feet. She reached for me in hunger. It might have been my imagination, but I almost saw her begging me to kill her and put her out of her misery. I put the gun up to her head. I wanted to tell her it would be okay, and that her perpetual nightmare was finally over. They are never grateful. They're just animals, living only to feed. I pulled the trigger, and her head exploded like an overripe melon.
Scratch another Yellow-Eye.
I turned my attention to the gas station. I took a quick look around to see if there are any more nasty surprises inside. You can never be too careful. Not in this new world.
The building was clear. The place, a virtual time capsule, was frozen at the exact time the stuff hit the fan. All the gas was, of course, gone. Also gone was most of the food and water. What was left was either spoiled and useless or spread on the ground. The floor was a macabre mixture of smashed food, garbage, and dried blood. A few spent shotgun shells were scattered on the black-and-white tiled floor. This place must have been a war zone when everybody tried to find safety. I could almost see the throng of people trying to buy or steal anything that wasn't tied down. The first few days of the outbreak were pure hell. I didn't find much: a few unopened bottles of water and a few batteries. Everything else was useless. The register was crammed full of old twenty dollar bills. Maybe someone could use them as toilet paper.
I found a few unopened packages of beef jerky near the cash register. Beef jerky is not my favorite, but you can't pass up a meal when it presents itself. I bit off a sizable portion, and started to chew. The dried meat was salty and felt a little like shoe leather in my mouth. I ignored the horrible taste, and swallowed. It went down hard, but the nourishment was welcome. I threw a few packages in my backpack. It might come in handy someday. I finished my little snack, and then started poking around the counter looking for more goodies.
I heard a noise behind me. Without thinking, I turned around with my handgun already drawn. All these weeks on the road running from the undead have honed my skills to a fine point. The slightest noise gets me ready for battle.
It's only a cat. I've drawn my weapon on a skinny, little gray cat with a big round face trying to eat a bloated sugar doughnut on the floor. One of its paws was mangled beyond repair. Like me, this little guy has had to struggle a bit to survive.
So far, all the cats that I have encountered have been normal. I bent down, and extended my hand palm up to show that I was friendly. The cat would have nothing of it, and arched its back. It showed its teeth and howled a little bit. I guess it had gone a little feral.
Okay, little fella. I'll leave you alone. Just to show him I wasn't a bad guy, I ripped a few pieces of beef jerky into bite-sized chunks, and dropped them in front of the cat's nose. Hunger overcame fear, and it pounced on the small meal like a playful kitten. Enjoy, little buddy. Maybe one day you can help me out of a jam. I waved goodbye to my little feline companion, and walked outside into the fading sunlight.
I thought about staying the night here. My legs and back were aching, and I could use a nice long rest. However, the little girl zombie may not have been alone. I decided to walk on down the road. When it gets dark, I'll find a place to bed down and rest. You do not want to travel at night. Things get much worse at night.
As a walked away from the gas station, I noticed the sign It said $3.58/gallon for regular unleaded. Not a bad price for gas during an apocalypse.
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Available for sale in the Amazon Kindle bookstore. $2.99, or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CZLEYZE
*****************************************
Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
Sightseeing
Of all the things you could find on the road during a zombie apocalypse, the undead kids were always the worst.
I mean, the regular undead and the dogs were bad enough, but the kid versions really messed with your head. I watched from my hiding place among the gas pumps as the little walking corpse shambled around the parking lot. She had been a little girl, really cute and adorable. Her dress, or what remained of her dress, was a little pink frilly job with lace at the neck. She dragged her right leg behind her. The foot was nearly chewed off, and the bones were exposed. Her chest cavity was pretty much gone, and her lower jaw was missing. The only sound she could make was a horrible gurgling sound, like someone was pouring milk down her throat as she was trying to scream.
What was she, seven, eight years old? Damn shame. She's never going to grow up, go to school, or dance at a prom.
Never going to bring home a boy that pisses off her Dad.
I noticed she was clutching a headless doll. It was blood stained and extremely filthy. I think that detail unsettled me most of all. Sometimes you see the dead walking around clutching the last thing they ever touched. It could be an empty gun from their last battle, or a steak knife, or even something as mundane as a coffee cup. The kids usually have a teddy bear or some other favorite toy in their cold, dead hands.
The headless doll was a new one. I'd never seen a zombie holding one before.
I watched for a few more minutes. She didn't notice me among the gas pumps, so I guess she was pretty far gone. Usually these zombies catch on to fresh meat pretty quick and come running for a quick meal.
I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to put her down before she drew more of her undead friends to the gas station. I drew my gun and stepped out from my hiding place to put the little bastard out of her misery. She noticed me and began that horrible noise they all make. It's usually a high pitched squeal, or a low, menacing growl. Without her lower jaw, though, it was more of a low gurgle that raised goose bumps on my arm. No matter how many of these things I put down, that sound still causes the the little hairs on my neck to stand up.
Then there's the eyes. They are usually yellow or red. The yellows are more common, but it's the rare reds that could be a problem. They're more violent and hungry, and will attack on sight. With Red-Eyes, you shoot first and run away quickly.
And you better hit them in the head. It's the only way to put them down. Just like in the movies. Sometimes that doesn't even work on the first try.
One of her eyes was gone; the other was yellow. She raised the arm without the doll and started dragging herself over to me, very slowly.
Sometimes these things can be pretty fast. I recall an incident with one a few weeks ago. It was a soccer mom, I think. I stumbled on her in another parking lot somewhere long ago. For a minute, I thought she was a survivor, until I saw her dead, yellow eyes and the fresh blood on her designer clothes. She had been feeding. Her victim was a younger girl, a teenager. I hoped it wasn't her daughter. Maybe her meal had been part of her carpool or something.
She was one of the fast ones. As soon as she saw me, she made an unholy shriek and ran in my direction. I was ready, and took her out with my rifle. It took two shots. I missed on the first, and hit her in the shoulder. The second shot got her right between the eyes. She was going so fast, she actually ran for a few more steps before falling. I put a bullet in her last meal too, just in case.
The little girl zombie at the gas station wasn't going anywhere fast. She could barely move under her own power. Besides her mangled right foot, most of the bones and muscles in her legs and lower extremities were either broken or missing. As I approached, I circled around her to assess the situation. The best she could do was turn slightly and moan. She was too far gone to be able to chase me.
The back of her head was mostly gone as well. How the hell was she still walking around? Some of these things can be tough customers. I've seen a few with missing limbs crawling on the ground to find their next meal. Others had the skin mostly peeled from their bodies, their skeletons exposed like a realistic Halloween costume. Sometimes, they're burned or crushed beyond recognition, but still walking around and feeding. Then there were the dogs.
Nobody figured that dogs could turn. They ate infected meat from the ones walking around, and then they turned into undead dogs. The turned dogs were always bad news. They're a hell of a lot faster, and they work in groups. It's good old-fashioned nightmare fuel. You must always avoid the dogs.
I followed the little girl zombie for a few seconds, getting ready to blow her rotting brains out. I also looked around to see if she was alone. I didn't want any of her undead buddies sneaking up on me. It was just her and me in this former gas station. A long time ago, people would stop here on the way to work to gas up their cars and continue on with their ordinary lives. Mom and Dad would fill up their coffee cups with inexpensive brew and the kids would buy their sugary snacks. Now the only remaining cars are the stripped hulks abandoned here when the fuel ran out. The coffee and sugary snacks are long gone. Mom and Dad and the kids are dead, or walking around feeding on the living as one big happy zombie family.
It really hurts to think about the old world, before it all went bad.
The little girl zombie stumbled, and fell at my feet. She reached for me in hunger. It might have been my imagination, but I almost saw her begging me to kill her and put her out of her misery. I put the gun up to her head. I wanted to tell her it would be okay, and that her perpetual nightmare was finally over. They are never grateful. They're just animals, living only to feed. I pulled the trigger, and her head exploded like an overripe melon.
Scratch another Yellow-Eye.
I turned my attention to the gas station. I took a quick look around to see if there are any more nasty surprises inside. You can never be too careful. Not in this new world.
The building was clear. The place, a virtual time capsule, was frozen at the exact time the stuff hit the fan. All the gas was, of course, gone. Also gone was most of the food and water. What was left was either spoiled and useless or spread on the ground. The floor was a macabre mixture of smashed food, garbage, and dried blood. A few spent shotgun shells were scattered on the black-and-white tiled floor. This place must have been a war zone when everybody tried to find safety. I could almost see the throng of people trying to buy or steal anything that wasn't tied down. The first few days of the outbreak were pure hell. I didn't find much: a few unopened bottles of water and a few batteries. Everything else was useless. The register was crammed full of old twenty dollar bills. Maybe someone could use them as toilet paper.
I found a few unopened packages of beef jerky near the cash register. Beef jerky is not my favorite, but you can't pass up a meal when it presents itself. I bit off a sizable portion, and started to chew. The dried meat was salty and felt a little like shoe leather in my mouth. I ignored the horrible taste, and swallowed. It went down hard, but the nourishment was welcome. I threw a few packages in my backpack. It might come in handy someday. I finished my little snack, and then started poking around the counter looking for more goodies.
I heard a noise behind me. Without thinking, I turned around with my handgun already drawn. All these weeks on the road running from the undead have honed my skills to a fine point. The slightest noise gets me ready for battle.
It's only a cat. I've drawn my weapon on a skinny, little gray cat with a big round face trying to eat a bloated sugar doughnut on the floor. One of its paws was mangled beyond repair. Like me, this little guy has had to struggle a bit to survive.
So far, all the cats that I have encountered have been normal. I bent down, and extended my hand palm up to show that I was friendly. The cat would have nothing of it, and arched its back. It showed its teeth and howled a little bit. I guess it had gone a little feral.
Okay, little fella. I'll leave you alone. Just to show him I wasn't a bad guy, I ripped a few pieces of beef jerky into bite-sized chunks, and dropped them in front of the cat's nose. Hunger overcame fear, and it pounced on the small meal like a playful kitten. Enjoy, little buddy. Maybe one day you can help me out of a jam. I waved goodbye to my little feline companion, and walked outside into the fading sunlight.
I thought about staying the night here. My legs and back were aching, and I could use a nice long rest. However, the little girl zombie may not have been alone. I decided to walk on down the road. When it gets dark, I'll find a place to bed down and rest. You do not want to travel at night. Things get much worse at night.
As a walked away from the gas station, I noticed the sign It said $3.58/gallon for regular unleaded. Not a bad price for gas during an apocalypse.
***************************
Available for sale in the Amazon Kindle bookstore. $2.99, or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CZLEYZE
*****************************************
Thanks for reading!
50 Copies
Well it happened. I made another milestone. Sometimes We Ran just sold its 50th copy.
It's not a bestseller or anything, but to me this is pretty good news. I didn't think it would sell anything.:) I'm glad people are reading and are, hopefully, enjoying my work.
The news isn't all good. Still have a goose egg in the Nook, Kobo, and Apple camps. Maybe it takes more time for their zombie fans to find the books they want.:)
It's not a bestseller or anything, but to me this is pretty good news. I didn't think it would sell anything.:) I'm glad people are reading and are, hopefully, enjoying my work.
The news isn't all good. Still have a goose egg in the Nook, Kobo, and Apple camps. Maybe it takes more time for their zombie fans to find the books they want.:)
Sometimes We Ran 2 - It's Published!
Sometimes We Ran 2: Community is published on Leanpub. It will be coming to an ebook store near you soon.
Here's the rollout schedule, barring any more sick breaks:
-publish to Leanpub
-download to my devices to check the files and make any adjustments
-MOBI files to Amazon(They are the biggest, so they get it first.:))
-EPUB files to Draft2Digital(NOOK, Kobo, Apple)
-EPUB, MOBI, and PDF files to DriveThruFiction
-PDF files to CreateSpace for print copies
-PDF and EPUB to Libiro.com
-do some promotion
-profit! (I hope.:))
That's it. If you absolutely need to read it right now, you can get it from Leanpub.com. They have instructions on how to download. You can even pick how much to pay!
Thanks for reading. See you soon zombie fans.
Here's the rollout schedule, barring any more sick breaks:
-publish to Leanpub
-download to my devices to check the files and make any adjustments
-MOBI files to Amazon(They are the biggest, so they get it first.:))
-EPUB files to Draft2Digital(NOOK, Kobo, Apple)
-EPUB, MOBI, and PDF files to DriveThruFiction
-PDF files to CreateSpace for print copies
-PDF and EPUB to Libiro.com
-do some promotion
-profit! (I hope.:))
That's it. If you absolutely need to read it right now, you can get it from Leanpub.com. They have instructions on how to download. You can even pick how much to pay!
Thanks for reading. See you soon zombie fans.
Sometimes We Ran 2 - The Grand Rollout has Begun!
Sometimes We Ran 2: Community has started to rollout to the sales channels! It is currently available on Amazon for your Kindle. Other ebook stores will follow.
Kindle link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HUGWWQC
NOOK, Kobo, and Apple will follow. DriveThruFiction will also be included in the fun.
And don't worry print lovers...a paper copy from CreateSpace is in the works.
I hope everyone enjoys the book. Keep reading everyone! Thanks zombie lovers.
Kindle link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HUGWWQC
NOOK, Kobo, and Apple will follow. DriveThruFiction will also be included in the fun.
And don't worry print lovers...a paper copy from CreateSpace is in the works.
I hope everyone enjoys the book. Keep reading everyone! Thanks zombie lovers.
Dang It, Amazon - Musings on Kindle Unlimited
Amazon has made another move.
First, it was an e reader that changed how we read (and purchase) books. Then they came out with the Kindle Fire, a tablet that made Apple sweat a little. Just this year, they added a device to stream data to television, and a actual smart phone!
No way around it, Amazon is trying to rule the world. I, for one, welcome our new overlords from Seattle. :)
A few years ago, they added Kindle Direct Publishing and turned the book business upside down. It's hard to grasp the power this gave to potential authors ...like yours truly, for instance. Now anyone could type a few words, make it into a book, and publish for the world to see and critique. People will pay to read your work. The publishing world hasn't been the same since.
Then, they went one better. Amazon created the Select program and let Prime members borrow your book for free. You still get paid though, because Amazon will give you a portion of a pool of money that they put up in the program. Many authors became Kindle millionaires almost overnight.
Now they've done it again, and it's sending the same shock waves across the interwebs.
Amazon has a new program called Kindle Unlimited. You pay a small monthly fee, and you can check out a lot of books to read. The authors who enroll in the program get a portion of money put up by Amazon. It's similar to Scribd and Oyster, but Amazon is putting its sizable muscle to good use boosting the program. This new program has stirred up so much emotion, #KindleUnlimited trended on Twitter for a short time.
Sounds good, but there's a catch. Authors must be exclusive to Amazon. That means no listings for NOOK, Kobo, Apple, DriveThruFiction, etc. And if you think you can sneak it by the mighty 'Zon, you can't. They'll find out, and send you a friendly email.
So, how do I feel about the program? Like anything Amazon does, it's not going into this half-ass. They are putting their considerable monetary and marketing muscle it, and they're really trying hard to woo authors. I have no doubt Kindle Unlimited is going to be a rousing success ...for authors and readers.
I've done okay with Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing. Eighty percent of my book sales come from the Kindle bookstore. CreateSpace, Amazon's paperback division, is also good for 3 or 4 sales a month as well. And I can't lie, sales are a little slow in the other bookstores. It would be nice to simplify, concentrate efforts on one bookstore, and get a little more exposure.
Will Sometimes We Ran go into Kindle Unlimited? Still trying to decide. I'm not a big fan of exclusivity. I hate to think of someone in the NOOK, Kobo, or Apple world not being able to read my work if they want. Many authors have told me that if a fan wants to read your book, they find a way.
A little exposure might be good, and my non-Amazon sales are flat anyway. The whole thing about selling books is that readers have to see you among all the books out there in the world. Amazon does a good job with programs that get people reading your book. The more you are seen, the more copies you might sell, then you get a higher ranking, and it goes on from there. Write a good story, (I think I did that part right) and you could become a Kindle bestseller.
Very tempting.
It might be worth a try. Maybe I'll just put the first book in and see what happens. If it goes well, the second book can join the first. It's a three month commitment, so it takes a while to see if it works or not. If neither book catches fire, I can republish on the other platforms. So, I might give it a try next month.
Or maybe I'll change my mind again. Or maybe Amazon will take over the Earth, and the decision will be made for me.:)
First, it was an e reader that changed how we read (and purchase) books. Then they came out with the Kindle Fire, a tablet that made Apple sweat a little. Just this year, they added a device to stream data to television, and a actual smart phone!
No way around it, Amazon is trying to rule the world. I, for one, welcome our new overlords from Seattle. :)
A few years ago, they added Kindle Direct Publishing and turned the book business upside down. It's hard to grasp the power this gave to potential authors ...like yours truly, for instance. Now anyone could type a few words, make it into a book, and publish for the world to see and critique. People will pay to read your work. The publishing world hasn't been the same since.
Then, they went one better. Amazon created the Select program and let Prime members borrow your book for free. You still get paid though, because Amazon will give you a portion of a pool of money that they put up in the program. Many authors became Kindle millionaires almost overnight.
Now they've done it again, and it's sending the same shock waves across the interwebs.
Amazon has a new program called Kindle Unlimited. You pay a small monthly fee, and you can check out a lot of books to read. The authors who enroll in the program get a portion of money put up by Amazon. It's similar to Scribd and Oyster, but Amazon is putting its sizable muscle to good use boosting the program. This new program has stirred up so much emotion, #KindleUnlimited trended on Twitter for a short time.
Sounds good, but there's a catch. Authors must be exclusive to Amazon. That means no listings for NOOK, Kobo, Apple, DriveThruFiction, etc. And if you think you can sneak it by the mighty 'Zon, you can't. They'll find out, and send you a friendly email.
So, how do I feel about the program? Like anything Amazon does, it's not going into this half-ass. They are putting their considerable monetary and marketing muscle it, and they're really trying hard to woo authors. I have no doubt Kindle Unlimited is going to be a rousing success ...for authors and readers.
I've done okay with Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing. Eighty percent of my book sales come from the Kindle bookstore. CreateSpace, Amazon's paperback division, is also good for 3 or 4 sales a month as well. And I can't lie, sales are a little slow in the other bookstores. It would be nice to simplify, concentrate efforts on one bookstore, and get a little more exposure.
Will Sometimes We Ran go into Kindle Unlimited? Still trying to decide. I'm not a big fan of exclusivity. I hate to think of someone in the NOOK, Kobo, or Apple world not being able to read my work if they want. Many authors have told me that if a fan wants to read your book, they find a way.
A little exposure might be good, and my non-Amazon sales are flat anyway. The whole thing about selling books is that readers have to see you among all the books out there in the world. Amazon does a good job with programs that get people reading your book. The more you are seen, the more copies you might sell, then you get a higher ranking, and it goes on from there. Write a good story, (I think I did that part right) and you could become a Kindle bestseller.
Very tempting.
It might be worth a try. Maybe I'll just put the first book in and see what happens. If it goes well, the second book can join the first. It's a three month commitment, so it takes a while to see if it works or not. If neither book catches fire, I can republish on the other platforms. So, I might give it a try next month.
Or maybe I'll change my mind again. Or maybe Amazon will take over the Earth, and the decision will be made for me.:)
Sometimes We Ran - 60 copies sold.
Another milestone for Sometimes We Ran 2: Community - 60 copies sold as of today. Thank you, zombie fans!
Speaking of fans, SWR 2 got a five-star review the other day on Amazon. It simply said, "This book is awesome." I'll take it! :)
In other news, my short story bugs just came off Select. It's now available in the NOOK, Kobo, Apple, DriveThruFiction, Scribd, and Inktera bookstores as well as Kindle. In case you can't tell by the title, it's about giant, man-eating bugs destroying civilization. Just the ticket for a light, breezy, summer read.:)
Also, I made a decision about Kindle Unlimited ...I think. I'm going to stay out, and remain in the other bookstores. I'm sure the program is good, but I think I want to make my work available to all zombie fans across the ereader universe.
Then again, I might change my mind. You never know. :)
Speaking of fans, SWR 2 got a five-star review the other day on Amazon. It simply said, "This book is awesome." I'll take it! :)
In other news, my short story bugs just came off Select. It's now available in the NOOK, Kobo, Apple, DriveThruFiction, Scribd, and Inktera bookstores as well as Kindle. In case you can't tell by the title, it's about giant, man-eating bugs destroying civilization. Just the ticket for a light, breezy, summer read.:)
Also, I made a decision about Kindle Unlimited ...I think. I'm going to stay out, and remain in the other bookstores. I'm sure the program is good, but I think I want to make my work available to all zombie fans across the ereader universe.
Then again, I might change my mind. You never know. :)
Sometimes We Ran 3: Rescue - Now in Print Form!
It took four attempts to get the cover right, but Sometimes We Ran 3: Rescue is out in print through Createspace! The fault is mine...took me a while to understand the dang template.
The link: http://goo.gl/oTeqTy $7.50
They should look great. Createspace always does a good job.
For those of you playing at home, this opens all my sales channels. Here are the links:
Amazon Kindle (Almighty 'Zon): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VYWHZP6
NOOK (more action there lately): http://goo.gl/4haHVD
Kobo (got a few fans over there):http://goo.gl/zsyjwi
Apple (picked up a sale here): http://goo.gl/8CwJ5v
DriveThruFiction (always a few zombie fans over there): http://goo.gl/41Dzgv
Scribd: http://goo.gl/be7Ryb
It's also available at:
Page Foundry: http://goo.gl/8xJynP, and Tolino.
It's also available at Libiro, the all indie bookstore. It comes and goes, so buy it when you see it. It may not be there next time. :)
Where all fine e-books are sold. :)
Later on, zombie fans.
The link: http://goo.gl/oTeqTy $7.50
They should look great. Createspace always does a good job.
For those of you playing at home, this opens all my sales channels. Here are the links:
Amazon Kindle (Almighty 'Zon): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VYWHZP6
NOOK (more action there lately): http://goo.gl/4haHVD
Kobo (got a few fans over there):http://goo.gl/zsyjwi
Apple (picked up a sale here): http://goo.gl/8CwJ5v
DriveThruFiction (always a few zombie fans over there): http://goo.gl/41Dzgv
Scribd: http://goo.gl/be7Ryb
It's also available at:
Page Foundry: http://goo.gl/8xJynP, and Tolino.
It's also available at Libiro, the all indie bookstore. It comes and goes, so buy it when you see it. It may not be there next time. :)
Where all fine e-books are sold. :)
Later on, zombie fans.
