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Montana Women Writers 009

Back row, L to R: Christine Carbo, Patti Dean, Marie Martin, Ann Minnett, Jeannie Tallman, Anne B. Howard, and Constance See

Front row: Gail Ranstrom, Kathy Dunnehoff, P.A. Moore, Marlette Bess, Leslie Budewitz, Nan McKenzie, and Betty Kuffel

Camera shy: Deborah Epperson, Angela Miller, Ina Albert, Karen Wills, and Lise McClendon

Indie Marketing

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Writing a compelling novel and getting it published is a great accomplishment. Then comes marketing, the bane of Indie publishers like many of us. I decided to take a stab at trying some of the paid sites this year and bought a few media ads for a couple of my books. It seemed to take forever to accomplish the task, but the worst part was making myself do it. A few hours of research, filling out applications and using PayPal turned out to be painless.

The advertising marketers make it easy, but you need to be ready with your ASIN number for all of them and page count for some. Their templates take the book description and cover image from the Amazon sales page. 

The idea is to generate interest in your book by offering your book free or at a reduced price, and as a result, generate both reviews for your Amazon sales page and generate purchases. Amazon KDP has some marketing options and I plan to try those, too.

The following sites I used are BookGorilla.com, DigitalBookToday.com, and HotZippy.net that covers a number of portals: Bargain Ebook Hunter and Pixelscroll. HotZippy also has horror and romance genre portals. Of interest, Digital Book Today has a promotion for new books. All of them have various promotions and costs to make your book visible to thousands of their followers. Amazon has listings for the top 100 free books and your goal is to move up to #1 for visibility during your marketing pitch.

Start with making your book free on Amazon for a few days via KDP Select. Make the dates a few days in advance so you have time to organize your sales, get the ads purchased and scheduled, and then prepare short informational splashes for your websites and Facebook page. Include other social media you use, such as Twitter, Instagram and Pinterest. If you don’t use Pinterest, check it out. It is a good place to have your books visible.

Once you have accomplished this, you can periodically check the Amazon Top 100 free list and see how your book is doing. Be ready to do a screenshot when it hits #1!

Good luck marketing in 2020. Don’t forget local bookstores and donation of your books to libraries for local visibility.

August Book News

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                                                     August –  a great time to read

 

 

LESLIE BUDEWITZ: solaceofbayleavesLike a lot of you, I had trouble settling down to read in March and April, but I’ve been making up for it since then! Since travel opportunities are curtailed, I’ve particularly enjoyed traveling on the page. Books have taken me to Paris, the Breton Coast of France, New Orleans, a lakefront dark sky park in Michigan, and Dustbowl Oklahoma!

If you’re in the mood for a little armchair travel, take a trip to Seattle with me in The Solace of Bay Leaves, the 5th Spice Shop mystery,  out July 21 in ebook and audio. (Paperback coming in October. Seventh St. Books/Tantor Audo. Buy links here.) Pepper Reece never expected to find her life’s passion in running the Seattle Spice Shop. But when evidence links a friend’s shooting to an unsolved murder, her own regrets surface. Can she uncover the truth and protect those she loves, before the deadly danger boils over?

Stay cool. Stay safe. Stay home, with your nose in a good book!

 

erler where the world ends

 

Young Dain and his brother Evin have been pulled through the GAP into a distant future by a strange old man.  He insists they must help overcome an evil Red Dragon who threatens not only their world, but the entire Galaxy.   Meanwhile, in the 31st Century, Martina’s past depression has come back to haunt her.  She flees to the System, putting herself and all her family in jeopardy.  Will the boys from the 21st Century be able to help save her?  Will anyone survive what is turning into a battle for all time?

The last book in M.F. Erler ‘s series The Peaks at the Edge of the World available now ebook and paperback at Amazon.com

 

Excerpt from Macrae’s Gold

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By CatherineBrowning

 

Spring, 1907, Essex, Montana

Angus ‘Mac’ Macrae balanced on the moving platform connecting the passenger car to the baggage car as the Great Northern Limited engine slowed for the steep grade going through the rail yard called Essex. He wanted to go through to check on his horse in the cattle car while the train moved slowly down the grade. To be honest, he was using his horse as an excuse to check on the payroll he knew was there. He pushed on the door. It didn’t want to open. The small inset window had splotches of something all over it, highly unusual for the fastidious Great Northern Railway. Mac applied his broad shoulder to push harder until the door was open enough to edge inside. The conductor followed on Mac’s heels even though Mac was the Pinkerton agent assigned to oversee the safety of the payroll.

Lanterns lined the windowless walls. Luggage and boxes had tumbled from the racks. Mac stepped forward, catching his foot on something. He looked down. It didn’t make sense. An arm? His mind struggled with what he was seeing. He moved luggage out of the way and lifted a tarp. The guard lay on his back, arms flung out. His face was a grayish white marble, his uniform stained red with the blood that had drained from the slice across his neck. Blood covered boxes and bags that surrounded the man. Dizziness threatened Mac’s equilibrium as he looked at the nightmare before him.

A whoosh at the other end of the car snagged Mac’s attention as cold air filled the space. The payroll. Mac feared it was no longer on the train. The conductor pulled the cord that would signal the engineer to stop the train and called to the brakeman in the next car. “Get help to the baggage car! See if there is a doctor on board!”

The dizziness fled as Mac fought his way over luggage toppled into the walkway to the open rear door. He heard hoofbeats and watched as two men on matching palomino horses galloped off into the densely wooded wilderness beyond the tracks. He called back to the conductor, “Help me get my horse off the train! I’m going to follow those two.” Follow the money!

Mac was after what those men had taken, although he wouldn’t have made such a mess nor would he have killed the guard. His methods were much more refined and would have been implemented in Seattle. His skill as a cat burglar had been honed in that city so he knew how to take what he wanted and either disappear in plain sight or make it seem someone else had done the stealing. With his Pinkerton identity he could follow and apprehend the thieves with no questions asked. After all, he really was a Pinkerton agent. They paid well, just not enough for him to pay his debt and retire from their service.

Once the train stopped, the conductor and brakeman lowered the ramp on the cattle car so Mac could lead his horse to the ground and go back to retrieve his saddle and saddlebags. 

The conductor stopped him as he mounted. “What do I tell the authorities when I report the murder and theft? Where should they contact you? And do you have any idea who those men are?” He shifted from foot to foot.

Mac shook his head. “I have no idea who the men are or where they are going. Right now it seems they are headed south so that’s where I will go as well.” And if I retrieve the payroll, I might suddenly disappear.

Following was easier said than done. Essex had no amenities and there were no maps of what the conductor and brakeman on the train called ‘the wilderness’. And the wilderness was filled with towering mountains covered in snow even though spring had arrived in the valleys. Trees and brush made seeing any distance impossible, but the soil was soft–a bonus for tracking the two escaping thieves. It also gave Mac time to think. How did two saddled horses just happen to be there ready for a fast get-away? He hadn’t noticed anyone waiting and only the two rode away. Either they had help or they managed to board the train as it slowed coming down the grade. Well, he wasn’t the lawman to solve that mystery.

The peacefulness began to lull him into a sense of security, no one watching him, no enormous debt to repay. His parent’s ranch drifted into his mind. How could he not have known his father’s desperation those last years before his death? Three months remained before the bank foreclosed on the property. Just like that, the tension returned and the peace disappeared. He considered letting the bank have the property, but they told him he would still have to repay the debt. That didn’t seem right, so he struggled to pay even though much of the money he ‘earned’ was outside the law. If he missed a payment, he received a visit from an enforcer. That didn’t seem right either.

Three days later . . .

How in the world did I lose the trail? Mac dismounted and continued on foot toward what was sure to be a cliff rather than a trail. The train robbers couldn’t have chosen a better place to disappear. There were rugged peaks, waterfalls, grassy meadows, and lush forests from Essex to this place. He still didn’t see any sign of civilization and it had been three hard days. The trail had gone cold in a rocky area at least ten miles back. Fortunately the weather held the warmth of late spring that encouraged the growth of leaves and grass. The scenery was breathtaking.

And now he was hearing voices. Not a soul in sight.

A weak voice. Female?

“Help! Is anyone out there?”

Where was this person?

“God, please send help? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to Papa’s advice. I’ll go to church willingly, memorize Psalm 119 in its entirety . . .”

The voice seemed to be coming from the cliff. It turned to muttering as he drew closer. Definitely a female voice claiming she would kill her brother and give up doing ‘man things’ if she lived long enough. Mac wanted to laugh at the monologue. He peeked over the edge of the cliff. A woman was clinging to the rock face, arms quivering, forehead leaning against the rock. She wasn’t very far down, but the cliff face was shear and didn’t offer much in the way of hand and foot holds.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” Mac sucked in a breath when she almost lost her grip. He grabbed his rope and tied it to a nearby tree.

The woman didn’t look up. “Of course not! I was petitioning the Almighty for help. Did you come to help me or am I to fall to my death?”

Mac let the rope slither down alongside her. “Grab the rope! I’ll pull you up.”

“I’m not going to let go. I’ll fall.” Her voice cracked.

*  *  *

Mariah Saunders almost lost her grip when the deep voice spoke to her. She knew her reply sounded peevish, but couldn’t the ridiculous man see she was in dire need of rescue? The nerve!

A bit of dirt fell on her face and she blinked rapidly to keep it out of her eyes, but they watered anyway. She glanced at the rope that had slithered down beside her. No way was she going to grab for that. “I can’t let go. I’ll fall.” Her voice didn’t want to cooperate, cracking and squeaking like a teenage boy.

Black cowboy boots, denim-clad legs, and a torso clad in a rather dirty white shirt and a leather vest shinnied down the rope. She closed her eyes. How humiliating! She opened her eyes and almost lost her grip again. She was way too close to a face covered with a dark beard and mustache, not to mention dirt. What was a pirate doing in the wilds of Montana? A pirate wearing a Stetson? With a funny badge on the band.

He grabbed her waist and hauled her up against his side even though she continued to cling precariously to the crevices that held her up. Her fingers were numb and bleeding since her brother had neglected to add gloves to his hiking instructions. Mariah thought she would faint. She had never been this close to a man other than her father. This man was all hard muscles and didn’t smell like her father either. Papa definitely couldn’t find out about this adventure. Mariah’s insides were all shivery. 

“Let go and put your arms around my neck!” His voice sounded a bit breathless but still commanding.

“I’ll fall.” Mariah started to shake, the muscles in her arms radiating spasms to her shoulders.

“I have you. You won’t fall. I promise.”

His voice sounded wobbly as if he were struggling either to breathe or push out the words. Add embarrassment to the humiliation. She knew it! He was probably laughing at her. 

Rocks and dirt were falling on her face and hair. Wonderful! Now she would look like him . . . except for the facial hair.

Mariah closed her eyes and let go, accidentally elbowing him in the chest as she searched for his neck. She was well aware of the struggle he was having getting them both up the cliff face. She just didn’t want to watch if she fell after all. It did feel good to be hugged so close . . . Wait! What was she thinking? The man was odious. And he was probably laughing at her. She should be outraged, not wanting to cuddle closer and cling tighter. Red climbed her cheeks and turned her ears red. She knew she was red because she had seen her face when she was embarrassed. Most of her friends turned a pretty pink when they blushed. Unfortunately, she looked like their cook when she had been slaving over a hot stove.

*  *  *

Mac didn’t speak as he launched the woman onto the dirt at the top of the cliff and crawled out after her. She was shaking too hard to stand, so he left her there to recover while he coiled his rope and tied it to his saddle. When he turned around, she had opened her eyes and watched him. He smiled at her, helped her to stand, and guided her to a boulder. 

Her voice was just above a whisper. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

Was it Mac’s imagination or did she wrinkle her nose when she looked at him? It happened rather fast. Her features smoothed into the polite regard of a refined young lady. So if she was a refined young lady, what was she doing out here hanging over a cliff? Alone. Dressed like a boy.

“Well, little lady, you are welcome. May I ask your name, please?”

“Max,” she said through gritted teeth.

He laughed. “Max is a boy’s name.” She had to be joking.

The little lady stuck her nose in the air. “My Papa wanted a boy, but got me instead.”

Mac tried hard not to laugh but couldn’t suppress the grin. “Do you have a last name to go with that?”

“No, I don’t. And what may I call you?”

He couldn’t resist. “Your savior?” His guffaws filled the air. It felt good to laugh. ‘Max stood slowly. Perhaps he shouldn’t have laughed. The thunder clouds in her eyes turned her face stormy. Mac had considered getting to know a woman. He had always been afraid he would hurt the dainty little things. Well, they weren’t ‘things’, but he had never thought them to be interesting people. Until now.   

Macrae’s Gold to be released November 2020

Plans Interrupted Excerpt

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By Janice McCaffrey

Meet Madge Wood, a sixty-something widow having her plans interrupted throughout her life has stolen the self-confidence she’d once known. But feeling unusually brave she sets out to experience her last plan. A trip to Monaco, a ride up the “To Catch a Thief” cliffside road, wearing a long, pink, Grace Kelly-like scarf that catches the sunlight as it flies in the wind, and a visit to Princess Grace’s Palace. What could possibly interrupt that?

An antique ring, thugs accosting her, enigmatic men offering assistance, and an opportunity to change ancient history. As Madge says, “You’re not going to believe it. I wouldn’t either—except I lived it.”

May 11, 2016
Monte Carlo, Monaco

I sat at a vintage mahogany vanity in awe of my reflection in its oval mirror. The deep, midnight-blue dress I wore had illusion-lace long-sleeves and jewel neckline. No need for a necklace. Blue-on-blue embroidered designs of vines and flowers adorned the sleeves and fitted bodice giving it a strapless look.

The full A-line taffeta skirt’s hem brushed the top of my ankles. The dress fit well and hid sagging skin. The reflection of a beautiful woman, with too-short, red-violet-copper-hair, smiled back at me. A head-squeezing band of pearls gave my new do a subtle elegance.

Jason obeyed my “Come in” command and sat on the end of the bed behind me.

I concentrated on the finishing touches to my toilette: makeup, hair, perfume. Oh, the perfume. My Sin. I closed my eyes as I inhaled its rich aroma. “This takes me way back.” Sigh. “A sailor once gave me My Sin that he brought from one of his Mediterranean tours.” Sigh. “I wonder where he is today.”

“Don’t let nostalgia cloud your thinking. Here’s the plan.” All business-like Jason jumped to his feet and paced the short path around the hotel room. “We’ll enter the casino at eleven p.m. and walk to the service counter. From there you’re on your own. Purchase one-thousand euros worth of chips. Once in the gaming room proceed to a roulette table. Make modest bets. Those chips need to last till midnight.”

I nodded to Jason’s reflection in the mirror to signify my understanding.

“At the strike of twelve a stranger will approach you and ask, ‘Do you come to Monte Carlo often?’ You’ll answer, ‘No, this is my first time.’ He’ll comment, ‘I’m surprised, you look quite at home.’ Then he’ll say ‘The rain in Spain . . .’ And you’ll say—”

“Don’t tell me, ‘falls mainly on the plain.’” I stood and faced him. “Are you kidding?”

After a giant sigh Jason answered, “No, I’m not kidding. I didn’t make it up. I’m telling you what I was told.”

“Who told you this dumb stuff?” I asked a little too indignantly.

“Madge, take a breath.” The warm pressure of his hands relaxed my shoulders. “It doesn’t really matter, does it? Let’s just go along with it, OK?”

Releasing air from my lungs I conceded, “I guess not. OK what’s next?”

Jason straightened his back and sounded all official again. “Then he’ll ask if he can buy you a drink and you should accept. He’ll escort you to a table and order. When he invites you to leave with him accept that too. He’s ready to locate the portal you need to continue your journey.”

My brow furrowed. “I leave with him? How do I know I can trust him?”

“Well, Madge, do you trust me?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with trusting some stranger?”

Jason held my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes. “You trust me, and I trust him, isn’t that enough?”

I put my hands on his. “I guess. OK. What’s this guy look like? How will I know him?”

His shoulders sagged. “Madge, you’ll know him from the code phrases. Haven’t you ever seen a spy movie?”                                                                                    plans book cover 2

I clinched my jaw and shook my head. What nonsense.

Amazon Kindle ebook       .99    July 16th thru 22nd

 

River with No Bridge Excerpt

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By Karen Wills

Gentle Readers,

In my novel River with No Bridge, Irish immigrant Nora Flanagan comes through joyful adventures as well as tragic misadventures from Boston to Montana. With nothing left to lose she makes a last brave journey into the wilderness of the North Fork of the Flathead River to homestead. Her inspiring companion in the venture is the Chinese man, Jim Li, whom she calls her “only friend.”  This excerpt shows their first view of Flathead Lake. Enjoy.

After four hard days of travel, Jim pulled Wink and Cotton to a stop as they topped a ridge overlooking an astonishing body of sunlit blue water strewn with a few pine-covered islands. White peaks of the graceful Mission Mountains rose to its east. 

“Flathead Lake,” Jim announced. “As big as a sea.”

“It shines as bright as one,” Nora said, standing to stretch and appreciate the glorious revelation. “Jim, you’ve guided us to a place stolen from paradise.”

We must take care,” Jim cautioned, “There may be spirits in such water.”

Nora laughed, then remembered his mother had drowned. Still, the land before them held such fruitful promise. In all America nothing could be more beautiful.

The horses descended to the lake and plodded past Lambert’s Landing where they would proceed by ferry the next day. Its few rough-hewn log buildings, a large one in the center, comprised the only settlement to be seen. They continued five more miles to the ranch where the man who played his fiddle at the Bond home lived with his Nez Perce wife and their daughter. He’d invited Jim and Nora to stay at his ranch when they came through,

“We’ll be comfortable here,” Jim said.

Wiry Dave Polson and his family welcomed them. Hosts and guests ate venison stew at a table outside as the mountaintops glowed pink with what Dave called alpenglow. They visited and watched the lake’s blue water tint to cherry, lavender, then indigo. Wrapped in her shawl, Nora sighed in surprising contentment. She helped with the dishes, then returned to stay outside with Jim for awhile after the Polsons excused themselves to tuck their shy daughter in. It felt comfortable for Nora and Jim to be alone now with no real need to sort out or analyze who and what they were, the pair of them.      RiverWithNoBridgeFront(2) 

Nora reminded herself there were worse traits than mystery.

Ebook now available Amazon.com