Today we have T.A Grey with us to learn a little about what becoming an author has been like for her. It is a major learning experience as some of you know. Please welcome T.A. to the blog and please take the time to check out her current book ‘Take Me’ along with a little peek inside this yummy story she has put together for you!
10 Things I Wish I Knew About Being an Author I Didn’t Know Before
Thank you so much for having me at Confessions of the Paranormal! I’m so excited to be here. This was a really interesting question for me and I thought long and hard and put together a list. Maybe it’ll help someone out there, too. Without further ado, here are the 10 Things I Wish I Knew About Being an Author I Didn’t Know Before.
1. People will actually like your books sometimes. Yes, that was a big surprise when people started writing me emails, friending me on Facebook, or leaving of the book. I didn’t actually anticipate this, more like the opposite. Of course I got some of that too, haha!
2. Once you start working, you will not stop. If you’re writing full-time like I do then you basically are always at work. So, the most of my time is spent working in one way, shape, or form. It’s fun but can also be draining.
3. You will need to hire a cover artist and editor beforehand. When I first started off, I didn’t do this. I had no money so I bought a very cheap $5 stock image and made the cover for Breeding Cycle myself and took a picture of myself for the original (and terrible) cover for Capturing Jeron. I had to edit my books myself, which was a terrible idea and the bad reviews I received for it were absolutely right. I literally had no other help though, aside from my husband’s eye and many errors still passed between us. If I could go back, I might beg some family members for a small loan to get started.
4. To some you will never be a “real author.” No matter what some people will still frown at you when you tell them you’re self-published. I’ve gotten over it but I just didn’t except the near-hostility from some when they learn you self-publish.
5. Keep all receipts from everything and anything you use for writing. From that router you bought so your laptop could get internet, to your writing magazine subscriptions, books on writing/editing you’ve bought, pens and highlighters, paper, etc. All of these things are tax deductible and I didn’t know that in my first year.
6. Join an organization such as the RWA. I never had the money at first, the cost is over a $100 to join, but once I did I haven’t looked back. The classes they offer, both paid and free, are invaluable.
7. Joining the free Indie author forums through Yahoo is really beneficial. Two specifically have been a great help since I joined: Indie Romance Ink and Self publish. They are open to all Indie authors established and up and coming. I love these groups and if I had known about these before I would have joined early on! There’s a wealth of information to be had here.
8. People will assume that you have the easiest/laziest job ever. That you get to sit at home watching TV, chasing that cats around (this is sometimes true), and can work whenever you want. This isn’t really true. Not if you want to keep release books on a regular schedule. I work a lot.
9. There’s so much potential for growth. It’s rather beautiful. As a writer, you can only get better at your job, unless you believe you’ve plateaued and can’t learn any more. Which is silly! There are always new things to try and learn which means my job never gets boring unless I let it.
10. I have made some really great friends. I never expected that, but I have met some of the nicest ladies you could imagine. I never knew I would forge such bonds with some of my readers. It’s been a wonderful experience and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I had a really good time here at Confessions of the Paranormal. Thank you for having me!
By T.A. Grey
Series: The Untouchables (# 1)
Genre: Paranormal Erotic (high heat level with graphic language)
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Feb 28 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: E~Book
She makes his blood burn
Dominic Blackmoore meets the woman who captures his mind and body with a look and he’s instantly taken with her. When he was ordered to take another mate quickly after separating from his ex, he loathed the idea. However, after catching sight of his bruid he quickly changes his mind. He finds her utterly captivating, sensually erotic, and yearns to learn everything about her.
But she’s not his bruid
The woman he’s mistaken as his bruid is none other than the event planner, Felicity Shaw, for his mating ceremony. Now Dominic will do everything it takes, even lie to the woman he craves, to keep her at his side. He needs to mate with his bruid in order to win his political campaign but he finds himself falling in love with Felicity Shaw. In the end he must choose between work or love. He may make the right decision, but is it too late to save his lies from hurting Felicity?
He takes her breath away
Felicity Shaw wants more in life. She’ll even lie to get it, which is exactly how she lands a job with the illustrious Blackmoore family. However, it’s the head of the vampire household, Dominic Blackmoore, that has her heart racing and breath catching. The man consumes her unlike anyone ever has before. She can’t resist him though she tries. As she’s forced to work with Dominic she tries to keep away from him but he doesn’t make things easy.
She may want him with a passion she’s never experienced before, but she will not be with him when he’s mating to another woman. It’s either her or no one. But one terrible lies seals their fates together in ways neither of them imagined, threatening their love and the very fabric of their relationship.
The room started to spin. Suddenly she was flung upright and tall, dark, and gorgeous stood in her face with a scowl that made him more attractive.
“That’s not fair,” she said suddenly.
Shaking his head, he kept a hold on her arms to keep her steady. “What’s not fair?”
“That even when you frown you look sexy.” So addled was she that she didn’t see his eyes darken; or if she did, she was busy ignoring it to embrace the foggy mind the drink gave her.
“What did you say?” he asked in a hoarse growl that went straight to her sex.
Felicity shivered and she didn’t know which one of them moved but one of them moved closer to the other. She wished he’d wrap his arms around her and just hold her so she’d know what it’d feel like. Then she’d be on her way and she could go back to her poor life and remember the one time a man like Dominic Blackmoore looked at her like he’d wanted her more than anything.
She looked up into his dark eyes. “I said... I don’t remember what I said,” she whispered softly, honestly.
Somehow they were even closer. His jacket brushed her nipples like a caress.
“This is too soon,” he said just as softly. His voice like a warning...one he wasn’t going to heed.
“What’s too soon?”
Had his head just dipped in closer?
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and her pulse skyrocketed as desire filled her veins like hot syrup.
One hand, quite warm she noted, squeezed her arm then slid around to her back. Her heart jumped at the caress.
Her head tilted back as she looked up at him. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades and yes, she wasn’t mistaken, he was nudging her forward.
She went willingly, happily. One aroused woman needing him to put out the fire inside her.
“What’s too soon?” she repeated.
His eyes traced over her face then fell to her mouth. With that one hungry look she moaned. Actually moaned aloud.
A hot blush burned her cheeks.
This was crazy.
Before they’d just been subtly flirting, barely touching but now she’d crossed the line—she made a noise. There was no masking that as something else or playing it off. She’d done the unthinkable.
All of her worries were quickly washed away as his eyes darkened with hunger, his body pressed into hers, and then he spoke right against her lips. “It’s too soon to touch you.”
Her voice wavered. “Oh. Why?”
His lips stroked across hers in a barely-there touch that left her leaning towards him for more.
“Because you tempt me to go much further than I should, sweets.”
Her eyelids drifted closed at his hypnotic, deep voice. He’d called her sweets. That too wasn’t something you could take back and pretend didn’t happen. She’d actually moaned and he actually thought she was sweet. Her heart melted.
Holy hell, she wasn’t going to stand here wanting for any longer. Devil Felicity reared her sultry head.
Slowly, she pressed her hands over that expensive suit jacket then ran her hands up. Her eyes followed the movements but paused to gauge his reaction.
He looked hungry, tightly in control, but wary at the same time. Hunger for her but wary of “touching her too soon.” Well, she didn’t have a problem with this “too soon” thing. She might have said so if she could voice something elegant at the moment. Instead she needed her mouth for something else.
Her arms finished their journey and wrapped around his neck. She touched his hair, had to know if it felt as soft as it looked. Moving up his neck, she fisted his dark brown locks and bit her bottom lip.
“Perfect,” she whispered. Just enough give to cling to.
I’m not getting this job but who the hell cares, she thought wildly.
His eyes fluttered shut and his breathing hitched, and then they opened and pierced her on the spot. What happened next actually caught her by surprise.
In a lightning fast move, his arm curled hard around her crushing her into him until they were plastered together, then his hand slid into her hair, his fist wrapping around it twice and his mouth slammed down to hers.
Breath caught. Pleasure shot straight between her legs.
“You’ll make a perfect bruid.”
Felicity blinked slowly as the sensual fog lifted.
She couldn’t have heard what she thought she just heard. It had to be the fog surrounding her, combined with the potent brew he’d given her. Did he just say bruid as in a bride as in the woman a male vampire married to for life?
“That’s an odd thing to say,” she said with an uneasy laugh, the fog receding.
He pulled back, that deep frown back in place as his brows pulled low. “Not really, considering.”
Felicity pulled back too. “Considering what?”
One of his dark brows flew up. “That we’re to be mated.”
“Say what?” she said in a sharp voice.
Before he had a chance to answer, the door downstairs flung open and in walked an older woman who looked no less stunning in her age. She wore a fine cream-colored dress with a matching jacket that had one button holding it closed. Felicity recognized Mrs. Blackmoore in an instant.
“Dominic, are you in here?”
Dom shot Felicity a scary look as if his mother’s intrusion seriously pissed him off. He called out, “What is it?”
His mother turned around and gazed up. Felicity cursed and tried to duck out of his arms but he only tightened his grip, keeping her locked snuggly against him.
At the sight of them together, his mother’s jaw dropped open and a deep flush colored her face. “Who is that!”
“My bruid Julianna Greenwich, who do you think? Now get out of here, mother.”
Felicity and Mrs. Blackmoore had about the same response—they both froze in place. Only his mother recovered much, much faster from her shock.
“That is not your bruid Julianna Greenwich. Julianna is waiting in the study for you, where she’s been waiting for nearly an hour!”
Suddenly Felicity found herself the focus of two intense eyes, both russet with a touch of gold in the center.
The touch on her arm became cruel. “And just who are you?” he asked and for the first time she heard him angry, and it sent a wave of fear down her spine.
She licked her lips. “My name is Felicity Shaw. I was invited here for a job interview.”
Even though she barely spoke above a whisper, his mother down below heard every word. “A job interview. That’s the event planner for the mating ceremony, Dominic! You are messing with the help,” she said.
Dominic let her go and stepped away. It was as if an Arctic chill blasted over her at his cold gaze. All the passion that had been between them froze as surely as water in a freezer. Cold touched her where his heat had been and an even colder feeling settled in her chest like a hard knot making it hard to breathe.
“Ms. Shaw if you’ll come down here we’ll get this all straightened away, and Dominic might you see to your actual bruid. She’s waiting in the study.”
Dominic’s gaze stayed locked with hers. God, he looked fucking pissed. Felicity rather understood that. She had just been ready to get naked with him on the expensive rug and he was supposed to be mated with someone else? And he’d thought she was the woman? She had too many questions but couldn’t ask any of them. One thing was for sure, disappointment crushed her like an anvil sitting on her chest.
Dom stepped up close but not touching. “You did this as a game. To play with me, to try a hand at a Blackmoore, for blackmail? Just what did you get out of it?”
He spoke to her as if he hated her not in that warm way he had before. She flinched but held his gaze. “It wasn’t a game. I came here for a job interview.”
“And you thought this,” he thrust his hand out to encompass the bar, her drink, where they’d just kissed so passionately, “was how I conduct an interview?”
Shame washed over her, burning her face red. “Well, no, I mean, I don’t know. How was I supposed to know you had a bruid waiting in the other room? Maybe you should have asked me for my name then! I assumed you knew who I was. This isn’t entirely my fault.”
The corner of his mouth twitched and not with a smile. “I don’t want to see you again. Do you understand me? I don’t ever want to see your face in my home.”
I love to write the kind of stories that will keep you up late at night and make your heart pound. It’s my goal in writing to make each new book better, more exciting, more action-packed, not only to test myself as a writer but to keep thrilling you. I’m always trying to push the boundaries with my imagination, and yours, to create something new and different.
If you’re a fan of paranormal romance novels then you’ll love my Bellum Sisters Trilogy. This isn’t your typical romance story, so be prepared for a kick of heat and tons of action. The Bellum Sisters Trilogy has received excellent reviews from paranormal bloggers and two of the three books are Top Picks from Night Owl Reviews.
Now, if you like shorter books with quite a bit of heat, humor, and action then I’d recommend the Kategan Alphas series. This erotic series features the sexy Kategan family and all the lucky men and women who get to meet them and complete their lives.
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