What Works for Me …
Might not work for all authors. And vice versa.
I am not Nora Roberts, Suzanne Brockmann, Jaci Burton, Sara Brookes or Eve Langlais. These are some very successful authors – all of whom I respect and read faithfully (and only to name a few.)
I’m a writer whose journey is probably slower than others but I’ve seen much success with my own writing and am very comfortable with the journey I am on. I have had high moments and low moments, self-doubts and wonder about the decisions I’ve made when it comes to publishing.
But I have made MY OWN path. What has worked for me – from the stories to the promo to the connections online I’ve made – and it doesn’t work for all of us. Each author has to make his/her own journey and in the end, respect and not regret any decisions made.
Would I love to be any of the above success stories? Certainly! But the ones I’ve listed above are examples of different journeys, and ones I have watched take flight over the years, and I am proud of all of them. Their journeys are inspiring and I am sure haven’t been without trials and tribulations as well. I just know that what has worked for them might not be what does for me, and vice versa.
In the end, authors choose their own way and have to learn from mistakes and know when to grab hold of the brass ring for things that do work. As much as I would love for my path to success to be faster and even bigger, I know that in due time, I will get where I want to be.
And I’ll probably continue to reach higher.
It’s a matter of never, ever giving up.
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Quickie Short Story
ISBN # 9781419945007
Releases April 30th at Ellora’s Cave
From zero to sixty … no amount of braking will stop this crash course with love.
Race car driver Lark Stevens agrees to help a close friend prove that paybacks can be a bitch. But what she doesn’t expect is to fall in lust with her mark. Or is he who she thinks he is?
Set on her mission, Lark assumes the mystery man who amps up the heat and pushes her heart into overdrive is her intended target. And once they connect, getting even is the last thing on her mind.
As the heat smolders and revs from zero to sixty in mere seconds, Lark realizes she's on a crash course with love that no amount of braking will stop.
Inside Scoop: No holds barred sexual teasing, dances meant to titillate and push you over the edge, and M/F love scenes to get engines revving.
Prank Me Excerpt © Kacey Hammell
A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
As she crossed the threshold, a man looking out the window turned.
Daaaaamn. What a fine specimen.
At least six feet tall with a strong jaw, short dark hair and a silver stud earring in his left ear. Her insides quivered. Dark jeans, a white button-down shirt and a black leather jacket made him sexy and masculine. She guessed him to be in his late thirties.
She’d never met Adam in all the years she and Bobby had been friends, and damn if she wasn’t disappointed she never had. He was a gorgeous man. She’d missed out on a lot.
A tad nervous about her reaction to him, she lowered her eyes, then eased the door shut behind her and turned the lock. They needed privacy. Smiling, she slunk into the room. “Why don’t you sit down and get comfortable?”
He frowned, then tilted his head to the side and scanned her body up and down. His baby blues widened when they landed on her red stilettos.
Lark grinned. So the studmuffin wasn’t used to women who dressed like her. Good. Made it all the more fun to entice them.
“I’m sorry, am I in the wrong office?”
“You’re here to see Bobby, correct?” She knew he was, but didn’t want to give the game away.
“Yes I am.”
“Then you’re in the right place.” She drew open the sides of the belt keeping her jacket closed. Working it apart in deliberate slow motion to heighten anticipation, she again instructed, “Have a seat. I don’t bite.” She smirked. “Unless you ask me to.”
He watched her, eyes bulging as she pushed the material off her shoulders and laid it over Bobby’s desk.
Shock and uncertainty flooded his eyes but was quickly replaced with interest and heat as he took in her scantily clad body.
Good. She liked his full attention on her.
“I’m not sure what’s going on here. Are you Bobby’s secretary?” She opened her mouth to speak but he raised a hand and ushered her to hush. “I’ve never seen a secretary look like you.”
She laughed, ignoring his question about her identity, and winked at him as he sat in the chair in front of Bobby’s desk. “Oh this old thing?” She gestured to her red silk crop top, her black lace bra showing through, and her crimson leather skirt, which was so short her panties would surely show if she bent over. “Just something I threw on this morning.” She moved in front of him and leaned her ass on the desk.
He grinned and stared up at her. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh honey.” She retrieved her cell phone. “Ask not what you can do for me.” She pressed the music button and selected her dance playlist. “But what I can do for you.”
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.
A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.
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