Friday, September 19, 2014

My first giveaway...

Want to win a copy of Switch Me On?

Here are the simple giveaway rules...

1.)  Go to my Facebook page  (click on the FB link to the right of this post) and "like" my page. Make note of the number that it shows for your membership.  Post a comment on my FB page saying you have "liked" me, then come back over here and comment with your member number.  The first five people to do this will win a copy of Switch me On.

2.)  Go to my Amazon page and like me there. Again, give me the number.

I know...I know...this is a terribly self-serving thing to ask of you, but at least it lets me know you mean business. LOL!

Like I say...the first five will win a copy.  If you are number 6 through number 10, I'll send you an older book from my back list (my choice).

Hugs!

Fran Lee

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I love reading...and I love to write books...


And I have decided that self-publishing is my best choice...

I have been happy at Ellora's Cave for the past five years, but there's a time for sitting back and waiting, and then there's a time for getting in gear and moving forward. I checked out other publishers, but I didn't want to wait six to eight months for them to decide when they would release a new book. I thought about subbing to some of the other up-and-coming publishing concerns, but I have been so spoiled by EC, I don't know if I could handle a new regimen.

So instead of subbing Their Alpha Bitch to my regular publisher and hoping to get a new editor assigned, and then waiting to see if that new editor liked or hated my book, I  simply did what was fastest and easiest...and it took me a whole three days to publish my newest offering.

 I'm good at self-editing, and I'm fairly good at formatting Word to Kindle. And with Kindle, if I publish, then notice I made a big boo-boo, I can just go back in and fix the big boo-boo. And I have caught myself in quite a few big boo-boos.

Nothing is set in stone...and I never have to give up my rights for four to ten years with self-publishing. If a book doesn't sell well, I can un-publish and revise. I can control the money, sell for lower prices than through a big publisher, and people who wouldn't buy from my publisher because they don't want to pay  $5 to $7 for an e-book can get my books for $3.00 or so.

Now, I know there is a lot of competition in self-publishing these days. Authors put a book out there and charge 99 cents.  I did that just up through the week after release day. But I worked hard to write that book, and $2.99 isn't too much to pay for a sexy, entertaining read. It's cheap enough to encourage buyers...and makes it worth my while.

I think I write a good story. I think that folks want a happily-ever-after with their hot sex. :) And I think that I give readers what they want and enjoy. My characters are complex and I love to write with tongue firmly in cheek.  So over the next few weeks, I will be running some contests/giveaways to get rid of all the SWAG I bought over the last five years...as well as a few to give away a free book here and there to readers who haven't become so familiar with my writing.

So drop back by on a weekly basis...you could win some fun things...totes...T-shirts...coffee mugs...keychains...all with some hot and sexy book covers on them.

And of course, follow me on Facebook and Twitter as well. Keep in contact so you don't miss out.

Hugs,

Fran Lee

 

Friday, September 12, 2014

1-2-3 Testing!


If you are here because you followed my FB link...
And you leave me a comment telling me that you did so, I'll send you something by e-mail...

This is simply a test.  I have absolutely no comments on my blog, mainly because I hate badgering my friends and fellow authors to come over and read my inane prattle. :)  But I truly need to know how many of my FB fans actually do read my posts, and this is one way to find out.

When you comment, please give me your first name and your e-mail address so I can keep my end of the bargain. I promise you that I will not sell your e-mail address to other authors...LOL!

Now...if you arrived at my blog because of my invitation during the Men of Calder County Release Day Event on FB, Just follow my instructions from the event page, and leave a comment telling me that you have done the treasure hunt, and e-mail me with your results at: 

Winners will be announced on FB on Tuesday, September 16th.

Hugs, and thanks so much for following my links...

Fran Lee


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

I made a cover video for Their Alpha Bitch...

video

I have been having a blast with my newest release!


Is currently ranked number 6 in Kindle's Erotic paranormal romances and has been in the top 30 in the category for weeks.  Now, that doesn't mean it's selling millions of copies...it means that it's selling better than the other 94 in the top 100 in that category! Snort! And it has ranked as high as number 3!

I am leaving the price at the pre-sale level until September 15, so there's still time to get it cheap.  And if you're not sure you want to buy, get it from the Kindle Owners Lending Library for free! (I still get paid even if you borrow it).

Enjoy the video!

Hugs,

Fran

 

Thursday, August 28, 2014

WOW! Three new releases in one month?

Of course, you already knew about this one...


And you knew about this one...

But you didn't know about this one...
Fran Lee
Available now for pre-order for only 99 cents!
copyright 2014 
 
     Growing up amidst one of the largest, most powerful wolf shifter packs in North America had prepared Kenna for almost anything...but not for the untimely deaths of her aunt and uncle, alphas of the Dumont pack. Hurrying home from Seattle to find her adoptive aunt on her deathbed was hard enough...but hearing her final request was worse.

     They expected her to do what? Aunt Maggie hadn't really just made her promise to take her three hulking, gorgeous sons as mates...had she? Oh, no way could they expect that. She wasn't a were...her mates would outlive her by a couple hundred years! And there was no way in hell Kenna could handle three hot men...especially men that size!

     Not even in her wildest fantasies...

Click on the titles to purchase!  The boxed set and the book will only be 99 cents until they are released, so save 66% and buy now!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Coming in September!


Our beautiful new boxed set will go on pre-order sale Monday August 25, 2014!

Here's my contribution...


Flint
Fran Lee
Excerpt copyright 2014

   Flint Calderon rolled his head on the thin pillow with a groan. He wasn’t sure which was worse…his hangover, or the pains from the way that fucking bronc had done a tap dance all over him after his nice clean dismount. He ached from the ends of his hair to his toenails. The slight noise that had awakened him stopped with his groan.
     He cracked one bleary eye open to see who dared disturb him at this ungodly hour, ready to send the bastard scurrying for cover. He couldn’t see anyone in the dim light from the parking lot filtering in through the crack between the curtains of the motel room, but he was certain that he’d heard someone open the door and close it quietly. He let his eye droop closed and drew a deep breath in through his nose. It sure as shit wouldn't be Curley. The elusive scent was definitely soft and gentle. And it was way too early for maid service.
     Shit! If Curley has given his room key to another fucking rodeo bunny, I'm gonna kill his dumb ass.
     “That you, Curley?” His voice sounded like he had a wad of whiskey-soaked cotton stuck in his throat. No one answered, but he heard a slight scuffling noise coming from the direction of the floor. Suddenly tensing despite his pounding head and bruises, he stealthily lifted his head and surveyed the room. If Curley had found his way back to the room he’d answer, hangover or no. But his friend wasn’t flopped across the empty bed. The only clothes he could see strewn around the other bed and the chair were the ones he’d stripped off as he’d fallen into the sack a few hours back. He listened carefully, and heard a soft thump as someone bumped into the underside of his bed.
     Gotcha.
     He moved quickly, rolling over and snagging the miscreant with one long arm as he hung out of his bed. From what his hand caught, he was damn sure the thief was a “she”. The trapped intruder gave a squeal of shock and struggled like a fish on a hook as he dragged her up from the floor between the beds, rolling her over his body and then under him, pinning her flat on her back as he settled his weight firmly over the little wildcat.
     “Okay, sweetheart…you want to explain why you’re crawling around my floor in the middle of the night before I call the cops?” He swore as the little hellcat tried to poke his eyes out and make a break for it. He jerked both wrists over her head and secured them there with one hand and reached for the lamp switch on the night stand with the other.
     A shaky, muffled voice came from the face that was pressed against his chest as dim light flooded the room. “I was just trying to find a place to hi…” She corrected herself and went on. “Sleep…”
     “So you broke into my room?” he growled, shaking sleep from his muzzy head.
     “I didn’t break in! The door wasn’t locked. I didn’t know anyone was in here until you made a sound. I wasn’t trying to steal anything. I just wanted to keep warm and dry. Just let me go and I won’t bother you any more.”
     Her lips and warm breath against his nipple woke him up a bit more. Goosebumps spread over his chest and back.
     Down, boy…

Check out Amazon Monday...the pre-order sale price is just 99 cents!  You can't lose...there are thirteen hot cowboy stories in one set at a knockout price.

Hugs,

Fran 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Want an excerpt from my latest?


Here's a short excerpt from
Copyright 2014 by Fran Lee

Celia Roberts stared around her at the group of women and wondered vaguely how they managed to keep straight faces as they joined hands and chanted. They couldn’t be serious about this, could they? There were elderly women standing in the circle beside younger ones, and some who looked like teeny-boppers…every imaginable kind of woman was here, it seemed, and they were all focused on bringing down Armageddon on CeeCee’s hapless, selfish ex. She shivered as she wondered whether something like this could possibly work.


Probably not.

Why the heck she had ever let Cerise talk her into coming here was beyond her. She wasn’t one to believe in spells and magic, and she certainly wasn’t one to wish anything cruel on anyone, even Cerise’s ex-boyfriend. Sure he was a cheating, selfish swine, but why could Cerise not just dump his sorry ass and forget about him? There were plenty of nicer guys out there who would appreciate Cerise and love her.

Revenge was a petty and unworthy impulse. Celia couldn’t imagine letting frustration or anger take over to the point where she was bent on getting even with anybody. Of course there was somebody she wouldn’t mind putting firmly in his place, but that was another story.

As the chant droned on around her, she saw his face and wished she could make him regret the things he did to others just because he was rich and because he could.

The incense and the chant made her blink as she pictured his handsome face and that wicked, crooked smile she had grown to detest.

Why didn’t she simply look for another job? It would be easier than dealing with a misogynistic, self-centered jerk like Kurt Masters every day. But then she didn’t really deal with him much. She supposed her anger was mainly because of what the man stood for rather than any personal affront to her. Yes. That had to be it. Because Celia Roberts didn’t hold grudges. Not at all. It wasn’t in her to hold a grudge.

Except maybe for that time he’d practically knocked her on her ass getting on the elevator because she hadn’t been moving quickly enough. And let’s not forget the time she had asked if they could install a suggestion box in the employee’s lounge. He’d simply stared at her as if she were some small, nasty bug, and walked away.

He was one of those men with the misguided attitude that his ass was made of twenty-four karat gold and everyone needed to kiss it. Oh, she would love to see him get his comeuppance. But she certainly wouldn’t be the one to give it to him. He was too smart. Too rich. Too damn…everything! He got any woman he wanted without even having to be nice, for Heaven’s sake. The stupid women just flocked to him and enjoyed his abuse. Why did the biggest jerks have to be the most gorgeous ones? Thank God she would never fall for a man like that. The jerk didn’t deserve the attention he got.

The incense was threatening to suffocate her. It was so hot in the room. The chant droned on and she nearly drowsed off, barely catching herself and shaking her head. CeeCee nudged her with an elbow to make her stand up straight, and she frowned at her friend.

“I wish we could just get this over with and go home. I’m about to fall asleep here. It would take a bolt of lightning to wake me up!”

At that moment the woman leading the chant lifted her head and raised her hands to the ceiling. Her voice lifted in a singsong chant.

“Such is the will of the spirits…so mote it be…”

CeeCee gasped and clutched at her arm. “Oh, I hope like hell this works! I can’t wait to see how he acts on Monday…”

Come back and check out the cover...I should have it in a day or so. 

Hugs!

Fran Lee