Good morning to all! And it is a good morning. The most wonderful thing happened last night–I slept almost 9 hours. I went to bed at 12:30 and the baby didn’t wake til 5:30 to eat and then again not until 9:30. Part of me was a little worried since she went 7 hours without eating but most of me was ecstatic. Could this be an emerging pattern? Might I actually get to return to a relatively normal sleep schedule? Not that I’ve ever slept 9 hours a night in years, but what a concept!
I haven’t had much of a chance for checking blog posts this last week so I just got to go through the BB ones now. Great topic, Denise, on promotion! What a huge and endless thing. With Escape To Ecstasy showing up in stores and now shipping from the online vendors, my head is again spinning with ways to get it out there. I guess we just do our best, what we can afford, and hope it’s enough.
Going with the topic of what readers want, I am in dire need of a website overhaul. I have been hoping to get to this for a couple months now, but am determined to make it happen before I run out of maternity leave in a few weeks. So I’m wondering that reoccuring question… What are the best components of a website? What do you want to see? Are there colors you love, or those that turn you off? How often do you want to see updates?
I am also concentrating on writing. After a long dry spell it so awesome to be back to writing! I wrapped up my first NAL Heat release (a 10/09 release with Cathryn Fox and Lisa Renee Jones) last week and am now working on a paranormal shifter proposal with both a fun and suspense angle. This one is going down fast, so hoping that’s a great omen. Back to the NAL Heat story. I have to admit I finished this one wondering if there is enough heat. Normally this isn’t something I wonder over, but this set of stories is largely family focused and I think that angle, as well as the romance one, might overshadow, or at least equal, the heat. If you read Heat, would that be an issue for you?
Before I head out, here’s a (non erotic) taste of Escape To Ecstasy, which Stefani at JERR had to say the following on…
“To date, this is my favorite story from this author!… I was up half
the night reading this story and didn’t want it to end. It was the perfect combination of sensual foreplay, sexual tension that exploded into keep-you-up-all-night-sexcapades.”
If you are interested in reading a .pdf ARC of the book and posting a review on your site, blog, or an online vendor site like Amazon, shoot me an email to: Author@jodilynncopeland.com. Note, I think my email is being wonky and eating half of what I send out, so if you don’t hear back, please try again.
Have a good one!
~ jodi
www.JodiLynnCopeland.com
Can’t get the excerpt to post the way I want, so here it be in the postie…
** This is an excerpt with Chris, the hero whose thought starts the scene out, and Nic, the guy he suspects is up to no good at the healing resort’s expense **
How intelligent was it to put his life into the hands of a guy he knew hated him?
Without looking his way, Nic started the engine and pulled down a narrow path surrounded by a copse of trees and underbrush. A short distance down the path converged onto the gravel road that surrounded the island. The terrain grew mountainous after the first mile, the road rising up sharply along with it. More of the camouflaging trees and sporadic bursts of wildflowers filled up the landscape on the left. On the right, the road’s shoulder dropped off at an almost perfect ninety degree angle. Jagged rocks protruded from the dark, wind-whipped waters fifty feet below.
“Someone was to get pushed down there, the body would never be found,” Nic commented wryly.
Chris had planned to spend the ride in silence, wait until they reached the gym to attempt to get him talking. Now, he couldn’t resist looking over and sneering. “Planning on pushing me out?”
“I’m not the murderer here.”
Chris’s rage returned in an instant. Fuck, he should have known Nic couldn’t resist taunting him. “Whatever you think you know, I suggest you check your facts.”
He glanced over, mouth curved in a shit-eating grin and humor gleaming in his eyes. “It’s killing you, isn’t it? Wondering who my source is and how much they told me? Like I said before, enough. A few words to the right people and you’ll wish I’d pushed you out.”
“Then why don’t you speak them?”
“Big brother.” Nic let the words linger as he turned off the gravel road onto the dirt one leading to several of the employee cabins and the gym that had been converted from a one-time polebarn. The steel structure appeared ahead, and he added, “It’s just a matter of time before Treah sees the light. When he does, you can bet I won’t be the only one standing in line to put a nail in your coffin.” He pulled the Jeep into a parking spot in front of the gym. “Door to door service. So much for being an asshole, eh, cazzo?”
Chris climbed out. He frowned when Nic didn’t make a move to shut off the engine. “You’re not coming in?”
“Never planned to. I’ve got business to do.” Barely waiting for Chris to clear the Jeep’s front tires, Nic backed out of the spot and took off in the direction they’d come from. The office was in that direction. Of course, so was a good deal of the employee cabins. But what business would Nic have to do in someone else’s cabin when the women were on the island and his wasn’t along for the ride?
Whatever the business, something told Chris it couldn’t be good.