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Read the First Chapter of Ashes in the Sky and a chance to win!

I’m soooo excited! Today we are revealing the first chapter of my new novel ASHES IN THE SKY, which releases March 15, 2016! Check out the full chapter below and enter to be one of the first readers to receive an eGalley!!
As most of you know, Fire in the Woods was meant to be a stand-alone. When approached to write a second novel, I really had to scratch my head. I mean, the story was
over, right?

Well, apparently I “left them screaming for more” as everyone always says.
I really didn’t want to deal with the direct aftermath of book one, so I decided to fast forward a few months: to a time
when things should be settling down for poor, exhausted Jess. All she wants to  do is get her life back to normal again, and to do that, she needs to get back to school.
Unfortunately for Jess (and maybe fortunately for us) it will be a little while before our girl has anything close to a normal life again.
So enjoy Jess’s  first day back at school after saving the world. Here is chapter one of Ashes in the Sky: book two of Fire in the Woods.

Alien Kisses!
Jennifer M. Eaton

Find it: Amazon | B&N Goodreads

After inadvertently saving the world,  eighteen-year-old Jessica Martinez is ready to put adventure behind her and  settle back into the familiar routine of high school.
Though when she’s offered an opportunity  to photograph the inside of an alien space ship, Jess jumps at the chance. After all, she’d be crazy to turn something like that down, right?
Spending time with David on the ship has definite advantages and the two seem to pick up right where they left off. But when Jess discovers a plot to sabotage David’s efforts to establish a new home  for his people on another planet, neither David’s advanced tech nor Jess’s smarts will be able to save them.
ASHES IN THE SKY is an action-packed, romantic Sci Fi adventure that will leave readers screaming for more.


Chapter One
Dad’s brow creased. “You don’t have to do this, Jess. We can turn around now and go home.”

His fingers rapped on the limousine’s armrest as we pulled up to the entrance of my normally quiet school. Outside, police officers and several uniformed security guards held advancing reporters and camera crews on the sidewalks.

“Relax, Major,” Elaine said, across from me. She pulled out a compact and touched up her lipstick. “Two months after single-handedly saving the world from an alien invasion, Earth’s teenage savior returns to finish high school.” She snapped the case shut. “This is the public interest story of the year.”

Dad’s nose flared. “Yes, she’s supposed to be going to school, but you’ve made it a media circus. Why’d you have to schedule a press conference in the auditorium?”

She slipped her lipstick back into her designer purse. “They would have been here anyway. The best way to calm a stalking fox is to invite him in for tea.”

“Tea? I’ll give you tea.”

I held up my hand. “Dad … ” I didn’t have to finish. I never did. Their arguments were always the same. Father protects daughter, while the publicist pushes media exposure as far as she can legally get away with—and me stuck in between.

Elaine wasn’t all that bad, as far as publicists went. Not that I’d known any other publicists, but she’d been by my side since my very first press conference, and the hundred or so more over the past two months. She could be pushy, but she understood the power of a pint of Death By Chocolate ice cream at the end of a long day, which totally earned her brownie points in my book.

Dad’s gaze returned to me. “We just got back. Do you really need to do another press conference?” The deep lines around his eyes added to the weight of my own exhaustion.

I shifted in my seat, my hands clammy against the leather interior. “If we go home, they’ll just show up here again tomorrow. Let’s get this over with. Maybe then things can get back to normal.” I grabbed his hand. “I can do this.”

Dad pressed his lips together. Of course, he knew I could do it. But knowing and wanting me to answer another set of invasive questions were two different things, and I loved every stubborn inch of him for it.

Elaine fluffed my hair and adjusted the collar of my shirt. “Show time.” She knocked twice on the window, and the Secret Service agent outside opened the door for her. She glided through the crowd with a practiced grace.

Camera-palooza erupted outside. Dang, there weren’t this many photographers when I met the president.

Dad stepped out before me, an imposing figure in his combat uniform. Having an over-protective father did have its advantages. No one was getting by this bodyguard. No one.

I closed my eyes and clutched the charm on my necklace. My mother’s strength seeped into me, giving me courage. You’ll be fine, I heard her whisper. You’re my strong little girl. Always have been.

“I’ll try, Mom.” I opened my eyes and shuddered. You would think I’d be used to the feeding frenzy by now. This was the longest fifteen minutes of fame ever.

Steadying myself on the limo door, I stood.

“Jess, look over here.” Flash.

“Miss Martinez, how does it feel to be back at school?” Flash.

“Jessica, to your right.” Flash. Flash.

The faces and camera lenses blurred. My mind filled with the phantom sounds of alien weapons. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply to ward off memories of blinding lights and screaming voices.

It was over. The aliens had left, and I was alive. We were all still alive.

The Secret Service closed in around us as Dad placed his hand on my back, guiding me to the front entrance. With a well-rehearsed smile, I made my way forward, hoping to avoid a repeat of tabloid-gate when the worst-of-the-worst photos of me turned up on the cover of the National Daily.

Dad moved beside me as we stepped over the threshold. I slipped my fingers into his hand and squeezed. One more press conference. Just one more. I could do this.

We made our way through a throng of reporters, students, parents, and teachers to the auditorium. Hundreds of voices jumbled into one chaotic roar rebounding off the lockers.

A microphone appeared in front of my face. “Ms. Martinez, how did you—”

Dad pulled me to his chest as two Secret Service agents pounced on the guy. The reporter and the agents sunk back into the crowd, disappearing like a stone thrown into water.

“There will be question and answer time after the presentation,” Elaine called as we passed through the auditorium’s stage door.

I exhaled, rubbing my arms. That had to be the worst crowd ever.

Dad circled the area behind the curtains and checked the cracks and crevices backstage. The Secret Service agents had long since given up on trying to convince him that the government pre-secured all of my speaking engagements. I used to joke about their paranoia, until someone actually found a bomb. Those guys in ugly suits quickly became my best friends.

“Did you practice your speech?” Elaine asked.

I raised an eyebrow. “No.” You’d think she’d stop asking me that. I hadn’t memorized one yet. Why would I start now?

I pulled aside the curtain and scoped out the auditorium. A sea of smiling, wide-eyed faces filled the room. Camera crews and reporters intermingled with the student body.

Going back to high school was supposed to help me get my life back.

This fiasco was not getting my life back. But maybe if I answered everyone’s questions now, they wouldn’t keep asking later.

Hey, a girl could dream.

Elaine patted my shoulder before heading out past the curtains. Her heels clopped across the wooden stage as she passed a huge poster of National Geographic’s “The Night the World Stood Still: Special Edition.”

Steven Callup’s cover photo was one of those shots every aspiring photographer dreamed of catching: perfect lighting, engaging subject, active backdrop, and undeniable emotional tone. I wasn’t drooling over this masterpiece, though; because the photograph featured me.

The flames over my shoulder were in crisp focus and flawlessly mirrored in my dark hair. The mottled hues of a fresh sunrise blended perfectly with the devastation in the background. And my God, the expression on Dad’s face as we embraced … the love in his eyes.

That night would haunt me forever. Something incredible had happened, and it had nothing to do with an alien invasion. That cover immortalized the moment for the world to see: a year after my mother’s death, my father finally opened up and started to feel again.

I released the curtain, ready to face my peers, knowing that no one gave a rat’s ass about me or my dad.

They only wanted to know more about David.

I mean, I totally got it. An alien guy crash lands on Earth and has to escape before his people wipe out humanity. Heck, I’d be interested, too. But the clincher was that David changed his people’s minds because of me. I was the heroine in the story of the millennia, whether I liked it or not.

I cringed, thinking of how many people had contacted me for the movie rights. Ashes in the Sky, they wanted to call it. What kind of idiotic title was that? Ridiculous, all of it. The world almost ended right in front of me. I didn’t need to see it again on a big screen.

As Elaine announced my name, and the audience applauded, I wondered if anything would ever be as it was before David’s people arrived.

I took my place behind the microphone and squinted into the harsh auditorium lighting. I’d been in that audience dozens of times, but never on stage. The faces looking back at me were familiar, but distant. Awestruck.

This place was my school. My safe haven. Having the media here was wrong.

I gritted my teeth and gripped the sides of the lectern. This assembly would be the absolute last time I talked about what happened to me in public. Ever.

A mop of perky, blond curls caught my attention from the third row. My BFF Maggie beamed as she gave me a thumbs-up. Part of me relaxed, knowing I had a friend near.

Maggs was the only other person who’d known about David before the Army started chasing us. She even risked her own rear-end helping us escape. She’d talked her way out of a grounding from her father, the general, thank goodness. Damn, he must have been ticked when he found out what she’d done.

Taking one last breath to steady myself, I edged closer to the mic. “You’d have to be dead not to know what happened two months ago. So I’m just going to open it up to questions.”

Hundreds of hands shot into the air.

One of the moderators handed a microphone to a bubbly girl with a blond ponytail. “Is it true that the alien looked just like Jared Linden?”

And, it starts.

“Yes. David mimicked an advertisement and looked just like Jared Linden’s character in that movie Fire in the Woods.”

Okay, that was only half of it. The truth was far too embarrassing. David pulled Jared Linden’s features from my mind. He didn’t look exactly like Jared. Just the hotter parts. The rest was an amalgamation of other cute guys he’d yanked out of my brain. There was no way I would admit to that, though.

A tall kid in a black band tee stood. “So what really happened out there? They were going to annihilate us. How’d you get them to change their minds?”

I cleared my throat. A flash of David’s smile and the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine. “Luck was totally in our favor. If David’s plane hadn’t crashed, we never would have met. It didn’t take long before he realized the human race was worth saving.”

A teacher handed a microphone to a girl wearing glasses. “How long will it take them to terraform Mars?”

Ugh. I tried to think of David’s new home like Seattle or Los Angeles, but it wasn’t. It was Mars. As in: not Earth. Talk about your long distance romance.

“I have no idea how long it will take them to make Mars livable. I do know that they are running short on supplies, so I’m hoping it will happen pretty quickly.”

A girl in a cheerleader uniform flagged down the lady with the microphone. “Everyone says you and the alien were doing it. Inquiring minds want to know. Was he any good?”

Camera flashes singed my eyes as a teacher tried to pull the mic away from the girl.

“No,” a reporter shouted. “Let’s hear the answer.”

The audience murmured, shifting like hyenas waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting foal. Beside the stage, Dad’s face became an unnatural shade of crimson.


“Well?” the cheerleader asked.

I wiped the sweat from my palms, remembering the shockwave that raged through me when David’s lips covered mine. The tabloids had reduced our relationship to supermarket trash, and Rah-Rah Girl probably wouldn’t know a real emotional connection if it bit her.

David and I shared something so deeply intimate it transcended everything. No one could possibly understand. I wasn’t even sure I understood. All I knew was that I was in love, and I’d probably never see him again.

I blinked, realizing the room had gone quiet, awaiting my answer about doing it.

My hands fisted, but I forced a smile and rustled up the rote response Elaine had prepared for me. “I heard that rumor, too, but David and I were only friends.” A sickly gash sliced through my heart. The thought of living the rest of my life with him on another planet was akin to living in the desert without water.

Was he out there somewhere, longing for me as much as I yearned for him?

My stomach fluttered. I hated how people’s stupid questions dredged up feelings I’d worked hard to suppress. I had to get off that podium.

A kid in the back stood. “How does it feel to know that six million people died while you were out there hugging dear old dad?” He pointed over my shoulder to the huge magazine cover behind me. “How does it feel to know the death count is still rising?”

It was? “Umm—”

“When did you know they were hostile?” someone else shouted.

My heart thumped against my ribcage. “I, uh—”

A reporter snatched the microphone. “Do you honestly believe they won’t come back and finish us off?”

The rumble of voices intensified. Cameras flashed as dozens of voices drowned one another out. So much for school being my safe haven.

Elaine gripped my shoulder and pulled me from the dais. “Thank you,” she said. “That’s all the questions we have time for today.”

She scooted me past the curtains, Dad following close behind. The volume in the auditorium escalated.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “We should’ve been ready for that. Next time—”

“There’s not going to be a next time.” I thrust my chin in the air. “That was my last public appearance. I’m already behind in school, and I need to graduate this year. I just want to get back to my classes and put this all behind me.”

She grinned in that syrupy way adults do when they are about to condescend your butt. “We’ll talk about this later, honey.”

Dad’s gaze seared through her before he offered me a nod of approval.

No, Elaine. We would definitely not be talking about this later.



Corporate Team Leader by day, and Ranting Writer by night. Jennifer M. Eaton calls the East Coast of the USA  home, where she lives with her husband, three energetic boys, and a pepped up poodle.
Jennifer hosts an informational blog “A Reference of Writing Rants for Writers (or Learn from My Mistakes)” aimed at  helping all writers be the best they can be.
Beyond writing and motivating others,  she also enjoys teaching her dog to jump through hoops—literally.
Jennifer’s perfect day includes long  hikes in the woods, bicycling, swimming, snorkeling, and snuggling up by the  fire with a great book; but her greatest joy is using her over-active  imagination constructively… creating new worlds for everyone to enjoy.
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Book Signings – Nobody’s there? Isn’t somebody supposed to be there?

This is soooooo darn funny.  I guess it’s something we all have to go through, but it is like your worst nightmare.  So well done.

Hope your days are full of fun times. And if you see an author at a book signing, please stop by and say hi. We won’t bite!

(Well, not all of us, anyway.)


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Holy Toledo! FIRE IN THE WOODS Moves Into the FINALS for the TRR Reader’s Choice Award!

I’m flabbergasted. Totally and completely flabbergasted.

The Romance ReviewThe Romance ReviewWhen I heard Fire in the Woods was in the “mix” for an award, I was thrilled … but I figured my chances were slim. I mean, this is my debut novel, and you have to get a lot of votes to move into the finals.

But here we are.

Holy Cow!

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I’m still stunned. Did I say Holy cow yet?


With a double shot of Mooooooo!


The Romance ReviewThe Romance ReviewBut I’ve gone from being thrilled, to being nervous. I totally HATE to ask any of you to vote again, but I’d love it if you would. All previous nomination votes have been wiped clean.

This is the biggie. The final round.

It’s nice to make the finals… but only one book will forevermore be known as the 2015 TRR Reader’s Choice.

The Romance ReviewIf you’d like to vote you can CLICK HERE to go straight to the voting page. If you are logged in, all you need to do is hit the “Young Adult Romance Vote Now” button. Boom! You are done. If you are not logged in, you can log in with any social media, and click on the red words “Book Voting” at the top of the page. Fire in the Woods is the very last book on the list.

Thanks so much guys. I totally appreciate all the support for my little alien adventure.

This has been an awesome year!


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Newsletters. Are they really worth all the effort? Part 3

Yeah, I’m really digging in to this subject. This is part three.

Here is the link to part one

And here is the link to part two.

Quick recap:

Hay RidersI joined a massive group of authors in a newsletter subscriber promotion. I gained 65 subscribers on my own before the marketing email went out. Then I gained 200 subscribers during the promotion. Nope, I did not sell any more books during the promotion than I normally would have during a weekend. My big wins were seeing analytics for the first time, and gaining all those subscribers!

Ashes1The second newsletter I sent out was the cover reveal for Ashes in the Sky, which I sent out a full day earlier than release day as a special thanks to my fans who had signed up.

I held my breath, knowing that the letter was not only going out to my 50 Instagram fans, and my 15 previous subscribers, but also to those 200 people who had signed up for the promotion who might not be really interested in me.

I bit my fingernails and held my breath… and then partied when the numbers came in. I had a 57% open rate. (newsletter averages usually sit around 20 percent) I had a 50% click through to Goodreads. (12% is the norm) Wahoo!

And here’s the biggie…

I did not have a single “unsubscribe”.

Rock on! That means that I’d kept all 200 of those people who had subscribed during the sci-fi reader promotion. Awesomeness!

Looking at the numbers, though, I had to smack myself.

What is the first rule of marketing?

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**Make it easy to buy your book.**

I didn’t have a single link in there to buy Fire in the Woods. (Yeah, I’m an idiot)

My next newsletter went out about a month later when I made the announcement that Barnes and Noble had picked up my book for national distribution. This newsletter went out stocked with links to buy Fire in the Woods at every outlet I could think of.

Now, this is important: I didn’t scream “buy my book”. I just left the links at the bottom of the newsletter after the fun and merriment of the announcement.

Were there click throughs?

Yup. Lots. And I also could see where they went. Kobo, Smashwords, B&N, Amazon, and Book Depository. ( was the largest click through, if you were wondering. I have a big international audience)

So, are newsletters worth it?

I’d have to say yes. And they are kind of fun, too.  They are more personal than a blog, and I feel like I can kick back and say what’s going on in my life. And the fun thing is that people signed up and want to see what I have to say. It’s really cool.

Have you tried newsletters yet? Are they working for you?
Oh, umm, in case you were wondering…

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Do you have any more questions about newsletters?  Let me know!


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Newsletters. Are they really worth all the effort? Part 2

Click here if you haven’t read part one.

In a nutshell, I paid $10 to enter a huge newsletter promotion. Before the promotion went out I advertised my newsletter for the first time and gained 50 subscribers.  Woo-hoo!

Everyone up to speed?

Great! Let’s continue.

Hundreds of Dollars MoneyI’m not going to go into detail on the particular promotion that went out —

Just know there were a lot of us, and with that $10 entry fee the prizes were pretty attractive.



And the outcome?

PKO_0013466 sadI’m sad to say that I didn’t sell any books. The only books that sold in quantity for anyone involved were the ones in the “free” category.

Lesson learned. People will always go for free.

Why pay $3.00 for a book on sale when there were 25 books for nothing? Makes sense.

So, did I lose my $10.00?  Nope. Not at all.

 Size of a Dollar AI ended up with two very valuable things out of this promotion.

#1: Now that I had a real, live newsletter out there, I could see analytics.

#2: Over the three day promotion, I gained 200 quality newsletter subscribers. (Quality meaning they were already interested in YA science fiction.)

I’ll get to those subscribers in a bit.  First, let’s talk about analytics.

Great Googley Moogley!

Read-hold up PKO_0016876I love to look at numbers, and now I had brand new numbers to play with.

A lot of you have blogs, so you know you can look at your numbers. How many people came to your blog, how many visited which posts, and so on. But my actual readership is a bit of an unknown to me.

I have over 10,000 followers. (Awesome by the way. Thanks.) But a very small percentage of that number actually comes and visits my blog.

There are different ways to follow that cannot be gauged.

You Have Mail ALike email.

I read a lot of blogs in my email, but I never click through unless I want to make a comment. If you are on blogger I won’t even go that far. (It takes too long. Not a fan of blogger and capcha) Anyway … That means that I don’t really know how many people are reading what I put out there.

That’s why the newsletter is cool. It tells you how many people the newsletter went to, how many of those people opened it (and when). And also how many people clicked on the links in the email, and which links they clicked. How cool is that?

It is a really neat way to see what your actual engagement is.

Arghhh… I’m getting to wordy on this. So sorry! I’m going to cut this off here and tell you about the coolest part of all this… What happened when I sent out my first real newsletter two weeks later.

We’ll chat next week!


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Fire in the Woods is up for an award!

Guess what?

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Fire in the Woods is up for the TRR Reader’s Choice award!

I’m so excited I can’t stand it!

We’ve already moved into round two, and we need your vote to move into the next (and final) round which is the judging round.

If anyone would like to help push Fire in the Woods into the final judging round, you can click on this link:

You will need to log in, but you can do this simply by linking up with your Facebook, Google, Yahoo, or other social medial account with one click of your mouse.

If you are logged in when you visit the site from this link, you can simply hit the “Nominate this book” button, or you can click on the red “Book Voting” button at the top of the page.

Fire in the Woods is in the “Young Adult” category, which is the last category in a very long listing, so you can scroll all the way to the bottom, and then find the book alphabetically under that category. All you need to do is click on “Nominate this book”.

Thanks so much for voting and/or your positive vibes!

You guys totally rock!

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The Big Announcement! Fire in the Woods by Jennifer M. Eaton has been picked up for National Distribution by Barnes and Noble!

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Omigosh! Can you believe it? Let’s say it again!

Fire in the Woods by Jennifer M. Eaton has been picked up for National Distribution by Barnes and Noble!


I know! I can’t believe it either!

Cell phone ohA few weeks ago I told you I was sitting in my car, staring at an email, crying. Well, this was the news. PKO_0001147I had to let it sink in. And frankly, I wanted to be absolutely sure before I said anything. I mean, they could still change their minds, right? Well, last week my book started showing up in stores in New York City, and I couldn’t be happier. I found out when a fan sent me this lovely photo.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart to Georgia McBride the Month9Books sales team for pitching my book to the biggest bookseller in the USA! AAAAAAAAA! I still can’t believe it! Wahoooo! I’m so stinking excited I can’t stand it. If you find Fire in the Woods in a store, please send me pictures. I can’t wait to see one in person! cropped-fire-banner-final2.pngcropped-website-1-1-logo.jpg

A tiny fish swimming in a pond filled with dino-sized fish. A recap of BookCon. (With pictures!)

It is almost a week now since BookCon. It seems like a dream. Like it didn’t happen.

I realize most of you probably have not been to BookCon, so let me try to paint a picture. While I expected it to be “big” and I expected there to be lines… Well, let’s just say being prepared, and then actually experiencing it are two very different things.


One of my big take-aways:

The Star Wars Panel - the only one I could get in to

The Star Wars Panel – the only one I could get in to

Reading IS NOT DEAD. And to many people, authors are better than rock stars. Book fans will wait in line for an hour in the morning to get a ticket for the privilege to stand in line again a half hour before an afternoon event, just to hear their favorite author speak.

(This would also entail getting to the venue before it opens, and standing in line to be one of the first people through the door) They will also show up an hour early to get a wrist band or ticket to secure their place in line so their favorite author can sign their books.

And people were signing. And signing. And signing.

"Backstage" during my interview with BookTuber Ginger Reads Lainey

“Backstage” in the press area during my interview with BookTuber Ginger Reads Lainey

It was hard, at times, to walk through the event because everywhere you turned there were lines wrapped around the booths (I didn’t think to take pics of the lines. I wish I did.)


Readers flocking to the Simon and Schuster booth

Booths ranged from the small one-table displays with banners (Where I was) to huge structures that felt like walking into a building all its own, complete with sitting areas inside.

And thousands of readers were in those booths.

It was pretty cool to think that all these people loved books enough that they traveled, some coming from huge distances, and paid $35.00 to get into an event showing books, and only books.

So, how did my signing go?

Being a teeny weeny guppy in a pond filled with gold-plated mackerel, I think I did pretty well. There were some pretty big names signing at the same time I did, but people still came (Thanks!)


There’s Miss Jennifer taking care of the selling. Good thing. I was waaay too nervous

I had the lovely Jennifer Million from Month9Books beside me selling books, and the three outgoing ladies holding up my book and waving people in. (Annie Cosby, Sophie, and Lindsay Leggett: You guys rocked it!)

I met a lot of readers who had contacted me through social media after they read Fire in the Woods. Some came with their books for me to sign, and others picked up second copies so they could have signed ones. I would say that 50% of the books I signed were people who had already heard of Fire in the Woods, and the other 50% were walk-ups.


There’s the Lovely Annie near the back of the line, holding a book in the air and waving people in line. Her shoulders must have been on fire!


When I first got there, the Month9Book Squad plumped down about twenty books in front of me. About 30 minutes into the signing I was down to three books and they re-loaded the table. I’m not sure how many books I signed, but I would guess 30 or so during my 45 minute time slot.

Right before they reloaded the table with books


Not too shabby.

My lines were definitely not starting a traffic jam, but I was pretty stoked when I looked up a few times to see people waiting.

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This girl was adorable. She came up to the booth while there was no one there, looked at the back cover copy of Fire in the Woods, and asked her dad if she could buy it. I signed her book for her, and about ten minutes later she came running back and asked for a picture. I wish I could remember her name!

Shout out to all the parents dropping money on books for their kids. Kudos to you for supporting a healthy reading habit!

Bookcon5All in all, I’d say it was a great day. I had the opportunity to meet fans, and hopefully introduced the book to new fans.

As a newly published author, I took in the lines waiting for fiction superstars with a sense of awe. I’ve always been motivated and driven, but now … well, now I’m even more so.

Bookcon3Now I’m looking to increasing my catalog and broadening my reach. The only difference between us guppies and the gold-plated mackerel is number of books and numbers of readers.

I already have a very well received book. Now I need to get that book into more hands. How am I going to do that?  Yeah… I’m working on it.


BookCon – The book lover’s event to end all book lover’s events


BookCon. If you haven’t heard of it, take a moment to try and fathom 10,000 people converging on one convention center for two days with the sole purpose of meeting authors, listening to authors speak, and taking in panels on all things related to books.

BookCon Crowd

It’s book mania!

If anyone told me a year ago that I would be signing books at an event this big, I would have laughed uncontrollably. Especially since this time last year I was still querying Fire in the Woods.

Omigosh, I really was still querying! I’m shaking my head. What an insane year this has been!

So, yes, believe it or not, little old me will be there with some of the biggest authors in the world, signing books and meeting fans. (And maybe fangirling a little myself)

Part of me still can’t believe it. It will probably sink in when I get there, complete with a panic attack. Don’t worry, Hubbs is coming with me to give me oxygen.

Soooo, if any of you are coming to New York this weekend, I’d love it if you could stop and say hi! I will be signing FIRE IN THE WOODS at 1:00-1:45 at booth 2579 (The Month9Books booth)


Just got off the phone with @iamgeorgiamcbride discussing BookCon 2015 in New York City. Things are getting really exciting!

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