#GetPublished: Wattpad Authors Win a Publishing Contract

This event is THIS WEDNESDAY! Don’t miss out! This is going to be so fun, so if you or someone you know is a Wattpad author, be sure to check it out. Spread the word!

The Craving Chronicles

WATTPAD CONTEST LPWattpad authors, we want to publish your work!

Enter our contest for a chance to win a publishing contract with Limitless Publishing!

DATE:
Wednesday, May 2, 2018

TIME: 
12 PM EST – 6 PM EST

WHERE:
Twitter! Using the hashtag: #Pit2LPWattpad

Here are the contest guidelines:

~ Submit your pitch to us on TWITTER using the hashtag: #Pit2LPWattpadIf you do not use this hashtag, we will not be able to see your pitch.

~ In your tweet, also include the link to your Wattpad author profile and your book’s GENRE. Below you will find a list of genres. Please include the genre in your pitch using a #hashtag like done so below.
#YA = Young Adult
#NA = New Adult
#P = Paranormal
#PNR = Paranormal Romance
#WF = Woman’s Fiction
#E = Erotica or Erotic Romance
#CR = Contemporary Romance
#HF = Historical Fiction
#HR = Historical…

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Contest For Wattpad Authors!

We at Limitless Publishing are holding a Twitter Pitch Party for Wattpad authors, and winners will earn a publishing contract with us! I’ll be one of the team reviewing pitches, which is always very exciting and a ton of fun. While LP focuses heavily on romance and all romance sub-genres, I’m especially interested in dystopian, urban fantasy, fantasy, and paranormal.

Read on for details…

WATTPAD CONTEST LP

Wattpad authors, we want to publish your work!

Enter our contest for a chance to win a publishing contract with Limitless Publishing!

DATE:
Wednesday, May 2, 2018

TIME: 
12 PM EST – 6 PM EST

WHERE:
Twitter! Using the hashtag:#Pit2LPWattpad

Here are the contest guidelines:

~ Submit your pitch to us on TWITTER using the hashtag: #Pit2LPWattpadIf you do not use this hashtag, we will not be able to see your pitch.

~ In your tweet, also include the link to your Wattpad author profile and your book’s GENRE. Below you will find a list of genres. Please include the genre in your pitch using a #hashtag like done so below.
#YA = Young Adult
#NA = New Adult
#P = Paranormal
#PNR = Paranormal Romance
#WF = Woman’s Fiction
#E = Erotica or Erotic Romance
#CR = Contemporary Romance
#HF = Historical Fiction
#HR = Historical Romance
#W = Western
#WR = Western Romance
#T = Thriller
#SF = Science Fiction
#F = Fantasy
#S = Suspense
#RS = Romantic Suspense

~ You should have numerous variations of your pitches available to post during the event.
~ You can pitch several manuscripts.

Important information:

If @limitlessbooks favorites your Tweet: CONGRATULATIONS! Your pitch captivated us! Please submit a manuscript to submissions@limitlesspublishing.com

Follow submission guidelines when submitting your manuscript. You can read more about those here: http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/submissions/#guidelines

Please DO NOT favorite any pitches. Only @limitlessbooks will be doing so.

WINNER:

After the contest closes, all entries will be evaluated objectively by the submissions team. The winning author will be notified via email upon being chosen and then a public announcement will be made.

Don’t forget…

Your tweet should include #Pit2LPWattpad + your pitch + your genre using the hashtags explained above + the link to your Wattpad author profile.


Be kind. Be courteous. Be professional.

Have fun and good luck!

Submission Call For Romance Stories

Are you a romance author…or would you like to be? Crave Publishing has two anthologies currently open for submissions. The deadline for the first is coming up fast, though, so don’t wait! My email is in the submission calls posted below if you have any questions.

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We are looking for stories featuring a couple in which one (preferably the male, but not required) is insanely rich, possibly famous, powerful, and lives a dynamic, luxurious lifestyle. Think of how they meet, in a funny, dramatic, traumatic, or even adversarial way, leading to an unlikely romance with lots of heat and indulgent details.

Interested authors should email with a short summary (not to exceed 250 words) of their story in the body of the email and attach the following in two separate Word documents:

• Document 1: Your complete, edit-ready short story of approximately 10,000 words. Format as follows…
o 1” margins, 12-point Times New Roman
o Auto indent for paragraphs of 0.2” (Do NOT use tabs)
o Single space, with NO additional line space between paragraphs
o If your story contains chapters, use a page break (control+enter) to move to the new page. (Do NOT hit multiple line returns to reach the new page)
• Document 2: Author’s recent publishing history and current social media links

DEADLINE to submit the story is 5:00 p.m. US Eastern time, APRIL 6, 2018. (Hard deadline, no exceptions.)
Complete, edit-ready stories should be sent to lori@cravepublishing.net.

Authors will be notified on or about APRIL 21, 2018 if their story has been selected.

Release date is planned for JULY 24, 2018.

Please email lori@cravepublishing.net for more information.

 

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Crave Publishing, a division of Limitless Publishing, is accepting short stories for the contemporary romance anthology Craving: Forbidden. Completed stories should be 10,000 words (7,500 minimum, 12,000 maximum, with 10,000 as the ideal length).

Sometimes there’s the one person everyone thinks is totally wrong for you. The one with whom you have nothing in common, or the one your friends warn you is sure to lead straight to disaster. We are looking for stories featuring an unlikely or slightly scandalous couple. Maybe it’s a boss or professor, someone from the opposite side of the tracks, an ex you swore you’d never speak to again, or your best friend’s brother. No step-sibling or step-parent stories, please.

Interested authors should email with a short summary (not to exceed 250 words) of their story in the body of the email and attach the following in two separate Word documents:
• Document 1: Your complete, edit-ready short story of approximately 10,000 words. Format as follows…
o 1” margins, 12-point Times New Roman
o Auto indent for paragraphs of 0.2” (Do NOT use tabs)
o Single space, with NO additional line space between paragraphs
o If your story contains chapters, use a page break (control+enter) to move to the new page. (Do NOT hit multiple line returns to reach the new page)
• Document 2: Author’s recent publishing history and current social media links

DEADLINE to submit the story is 5:00 p.m. US Eastern time, JUNE 8, 2018. (Hard deadline, no exceptions.)
Complete, edit-ready stories should be sent to lori@cravepublishing.net.

Authors will be notified on or about JUNE 15, 2018 if their story has been selected.

Release date is planned for SEPTEMBER 25, 2018.

Please email lori@cravepublishing.net for more information.

Good Things Lost In Transition

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I want to talk about a book series I used to love and recently rediscovered, but first, some background…

Back in the pre-Kindle, little internet days, the book world was dominated by a few large, New York-based publishing companies. Their process was rigid and slow-moving, though, meaning even if you were a fast writer, you’d have one, or possibly two releases per year.

For avid readers, this was problematic, especially due to no internet. Back then, I kept a book journal, divided by month, and recorded author, title, and a one-line summary of everything I read, which could be anywhere from 10-20 books per month. I would periodically review the journal, note which favorite authors hadn’t released anything lately, make a list, trek to the library, look up to see if they had a new book in or on order, place a reserve, and wait for it to come in.

Yawn. Carving hieroglyphs in stone tablets and floating it down the Nile would be faster.

Then, yahoo and yee-haw, along came the internet in all its literary glory, and the world changed.

Authors had websites and newsletters and libraries were online. Perhaps most significantly, publishing itself changed. More and more small presses appeared, giving authors options they never had before.

I abandoned print books for my beloved Kindle (always named George, and I’m on George IV right now), which meant I could now be reading the second book in a series seconds after finishing the first one. Perfect for an impatient, immediate-gratification person like me.

Near the end of the pre-Kindle days, I came across an urban fantasy series–a favorite genre–at the library. The Cal Leandros series by Rob Thurman. It was dark and gritty, but threaded with a fabulous dry, sarcastic, witty humor I loved. The world-building, mythology, and lore are second to none, and the powerful, complicated relationship between brothers Cal and Niko Leandros is indescribably wonderful. If you love the depth and breadth of the Supernatural universe and brothers Sam and Dean, this is right up your alley.

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I devoured the first five or six books as they came hot off the presses. In 2011, I got my first Kindle, how I followed the book world changed, and I lost track of Rob and Cal and Niko for a while. Around that time, Rob was in a serious car accident, which is when I learned she’s actually Robyn, which surprised me. The brother relationship was so profoundly rendered I totally accepted the author must be male. Nope. Maybe this caused a hitch in her big-NY-publisher schedule. But for whatever reason, the series sort of fell off my radar.

Recently, I think due to a feature in Book Bub, I remembered the series. I was ecstatic to discover there were three books I’d not yet read, so I downloaded them all. I read Slashback last week, am currently reading DownFall, and Nevermore is up next. I’m loving getting reacquainted with Cal and Niko and Robin and Promise and the Auphe. (Okay, maybe not the Auphe so much…)

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The hitch is Nevermore, the most recent release, came out in 2015. That’s an eternity in today’s publishing world. I was also disturbed to discover on the series Wikipedia page that book 11, Everwar, is shown as “uncertain” with a notation it was canceled by the publisher, and the author’s website doesn’t appear to have been updated in some time.

Why? Maybe the author is retired or semi-retired from writing, and that’s fine, though I’d love more books. But as someone who works in publishing and is an author myself, I think it has to do with the shift in the publishing industry.

It used to be okay to release a book a year. But now, with so many busy small presses who can work with an author and release books much faster, readers expect that. Those lumbering dinosaurs that are the “big” NY publishing houses have failed to adjust to this, plodding along the path that worked for so many decades. It hasn’t hurt mega-authors like Stephen King, but the lesser-known but still solid authors like Rob Thurman suffer.

Was book 11, Everwar, canceled because it wasn’t good? Highly doubtful. Was it canceled because interest and sales had dropped off? Much more likely. But whose fault is that? In this case, not the author’s. Reading the last books in the series, I know they’re as strong and compelling as they ever were.

One of my all-time favorite series is the Arly Hanks (“Maggody, Arkansas”) series by Joan Hess, which came out from 1987 to 2010. Several years ago I looked for these in e-book format so I could read them again–they are quirkily hilarious–and found only a couple of them. I was heartened to see when I checked today that they were all released in e-book in 2016 and 2017. But they’re not selling well because publishing now demands a constant stream of new material. Readers have short memories these days. Hess also doesn’t appear to have a website (the horror!), only a minimal listing on her publisher’s website.

I’ve been thinking about Robyn and her Cal Leandros series a lot over the past week. I wonder how much of her MIA situation is personal choice (publishing is exhausting!) and how much lack of vision and support by her publisher.

If it’s the latter, I wonder what the future is for Everwar and any potential future volumes in the series. I have no idea what her contract terms are, of course, but if we’re just “done” with a series and decline to sign the latest volume, we will often return the rights to the full series, so the author can re-brand and market it themselves.

It appears a couple of years ago the author attempted to gather support to self-publish, but for reasons that boggle the mind, the fans didn’t come through. I was unaware of this campaign at the time, but would happily support one now.

Whether it’s lack of support from her publisher in the changing publishing climate, fans who have “moved on,” or a change of priorities in the author’s own personal and writing life, I just know I’d like to see more of Cal and Niko and the gang, and I hope, if she’s still on board, she’ll continue to explore ways to keep telling their stories.

Hell, if Rob Thurman wants to stage a comeback, I’ll edit the first book for her for free.

Classic: Risky Research

The following is a post from my old blog, Fermented Fur, written in February of 2009 when I was doing research for my first book. Some of my fellow authors have been discussing research, and–as usual–I have a unique, slightly warped view of things, so I decided to find and share this post. Authors, is this how you feel when you research?

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(Note: The scenario below took place only in my own imagination. So far. Really, this couldn’t happen. Right???)

Heading out to the garage, I am, as usual, blissfully unaware of my surroundings. I know this isn’t very street-smart. Experts are always saying people should be especially alert while going to and from their cars, whether at home or in a public lot. But there’s way too much going on in my head, so I’m generally busy up there pondering imponderables and composing future blogs, which is also one of the primary reasons I fall down so much. That, and the drinking, which isn’t a factor at this particular moment.

Approaching the corner of the garage, the lid of one of the trash cans raises up a few inches, and I see a pair of shifty eyes and hear, “Psssssst. Hey, over here.”

Realizing that it’s unlikely that Oscar the Grouch has taken up residence in my trash can, I am somewhat suspicious. Most people I know don’t lurk about in trash cans.

Clutching my keys, which experts also claim can be an effective self-defense weapon, I ask, “Who are you, and what do you want?” Because if there’s somebody hiding in your trash can, these are things you need to know.

“I’m Blaster625, from the Anarchist website. I hear you have some questions about incendiary devices.”

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“I have my sources.”

“I was doing a lot of research yesterday, and visited a lot of websites. Some of which, I must say, were more than a little disturbing. Are you from one of them?”

“Maybe. So, I hear you need to blow up a bus.”

“No, Blaster, I most certainly do not need to blow up a bus. I’m doing research for a book I’m writing, and my bad guy is going to try to kill someone by blowing up his bunk in a tour bus.”

“Yeah, sure, right, whatever. About blowing up this bus, though…”

“I do not want to blow up a bus. It’s for a book.”Ballot Box Bunny melon bomb

“Look, if you’re going to keep saying ridiculous shit like that, I can’t help you.”

“Fine! I don’t want help from some wacko anarchist who hides in trash cans and says corny stuff like ‘psssst.'” And what are you, about 15? Shouldn’t you be in school or at the dermatologist or something?”

“No school today. It’s an in-service day for the teachers. I mean, the establishment.”

With that, I stalk back into the house, telling Mr. Blaster he’d better be gone when I come back. I’m thinking I need to get the mat-splitter from the dogs’ grooming utensil basket, as it is the closest thing to a deadly weapon I own. I haven’t read any expert opinions on the viability of a mat-splitter being used in this manner, but it seems like a safe bet.

Making my way back to the garage, mat-splitter tucked in my coat pocket, I’m much more aware of my surroundings than I had been earlier. I notice a brief flash of movement by the garage.

“Look, Blaster, I thought I told you to get lost.”

Suddenly, I am blindsided and find myself sprawled on my back in the icy driveway, a large, masculine figure pinning my arms to the ground. Ordinarily, being pinned under a large, masculine figure has the potential to be of significant interest, but in this case the black body armor is spoiling the mood.

A second riot-gear-clad form steps from behind the garage and says, “Good work, Corporal. Search her for weapons.”

Hauling me to my feet, the Corporal quickly locates my mat-splitter and confiscates it. “What’s this?” he asks. “Some sort of torture device?”

“My dogs think so,” I reply.

“Should’ve known. You anarchists are all sick and twisted individuals.”

“It’s for getting mats out of the dogs’ undercoat, you moron.”

“A likely story. Should I bag it as evidence, Captain?”

The Captain considers this for a moment and says, “Sure. Can never have too much evidence against anarchists and terrorists, I always say.”

I snatch my purse off the ground and whip out my cell phone. The Corporal slams me back against the garage and grabs it from my hand. “Won’t do you any good, sister. We froze your service.”

“What the hell??? Are you people out of your fucking minds? I’m trying to go to work, here.”

The Captain stomps over to me and leans way too far into my personal space. “We know what you’re up to, lady, and you’re not going to get away with it.” He hasn’t actually pulled the assault rifle from the holster over his shoulder, but he looks like he’s thinking about it.

“What I’m up to? Trying to get in my car and go to work?”

“Do you deny that you just met with a member of an anarchist group known as Blaster625?”

“That kid? Well, he was hiding in my trash can when I came out here a few minutes ago. I told him to get lost.”

“Was that before or after he gave you the instructions for building a pipe bomb to blow up a tour bus?”

“He didn’t give me any plans. I don’t want any plans!”

“Uh huh. Then why were you visiting all those bomb-building websites yesterday?”

“As I explained to Blaster-Boy, I am writing a book, and my bad guy is going to try to off my lead male character using an explosive device planted in a tour bus.”

“That’s what all the terrorists say.”

“I think I’m going to have to ask to contact a lawyer.”

“Suspected terrorists don’t get lawyers. We just send you to Gitmo.”

“No, you don’t. George isn’t president anymore. They’re shutting that place down.”

“Well, I haven’t gotten a memo about that yet, so I’m still going with ‘lock ’em up and throw away the key’ till I hear different.”

“This is ridiculous! I swear, if Ashton Kutcher climbs out of my trunk and even whispers the word ‘Punk’d,’ we’re going to discover just how effective mat-splitters are as an instrument of torture. I can’t stand him anyway, except for when he’s playing Kelso. All I did was Google some sites so I could make the bomb part of my plot sound plausible.”

“You did do that, and you also wrote to a couple of bomb squads and asked them about jurisdictions and investigative process, as well as how to blow up a bus.”

“I never asked how to blow up a bus!”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Jesus H. Fucking Roosevelt Christ on a Crutch, what is wrong with you people??? I never asked how to blow up a bus.”

“Did too.”

“Arrrrrggggh. Look, do you want to search my house? You will find nothing there even remotely incriminating.”wile-e-coyote-tnt

“Already did.”

“You did? When? How? How did you get past the dogs?”

“Last night, and your dogs are real nice. Probably not terrorists. They like cookies.”

“Might’ve been the last cookies they ever see. So if you didn’t find anything, why are you here?”

“Can’t be too careful.”

“Look, do you want to see the novel I’m writing? Would that help at all?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. What’s it about?”

“What difference does that make?” Sigh. Blank looks from the Corporal and the Captain. “Fine. The male lead is a musician, and someone is trying to do away with him, and so the male and female leads have to figure out who it is so they can live happily ever after.”

“Sounds like a romance. I don’t read them girly-books.” This, from the Captain.

“Oh, for crying out loud! You don’t have to read it, you asshat! I’m just trying to prove to you that I am really writing a book.”

“Well, okay. Are we going inside so I can visit with the doggies again? That little gold one is real cute. He drools kind of a lot, though.”

“No, I am going to get my laptop out of the car and show it to you.”

“I kinda wanted to go inside. It’s cold, and I have a couple more cookies for the dogs.”

“We are not going inside.”

“Fine.”

I approach the car, with the Corporal hovering over my shoulder, and retrieve my laptop from the back seat.

The Captain says, “Corporal, I want you to open up the computer. Don’t want to give her any chances to try something funny.”

The Corporal looks worried. “What if it blows up? I don’t want to get exploded.”

“That’s the kind of funny stuff I’m talking about. Not that it’d be funny. No, not funny at all, blowing up a federal officer.”

“I really don’t want to open it.”

“Oh, just open it, you big baby. You’re wearing body armor and that Darth Vader mask thing. You’ll probably be fine.”

The Corporal doesn’t look reassured, but does as the Captain ordered.

Nobody gets exploded, and in a few minutes, they are perusing my novel-in-progress.

“I was right,” says the Captain. “This is a girly-book.”

“Yes, it is. I am a girl,” I point out.

“Kinda hard to tell in that coat.”

“Go to hell.”

“Now, that’s not nice. We’re just protecting America, you know.”

The Corporal has been reading avidly, scrolling down at considerable velocity. “Are they going to have sex? ‘Cause it sure sounds like they want to.”

“Yes, they are,” I say. “But I’m not up to that part yet. I’m still working on the bomb thing.”

“When you get to the sex part, can I read it?”

“No, not unless it’s published and you fork over full retail price. Now, are you two going to go away? I’m going to be late for work. And give me back my mat-splitter. Darwin’s been running in the mud, and his britches are becoming a mess.”

The Captain gives this some thought, reluctantly hands back my canine torture device, then says, “I guess we’re done here. You don’t seem to be an imminent threat. But we’re watching you.”

I sigh. I’m free to go about my business, but now I’m on some sort of Federal Watch List or something. I’m disconcerted to learn that my home, cell phone, computer, and – apparently – my dogs can be compromised so easily just because I clicked on a few web links and sent a couple of emails.

I’m starting to think I should just write porn and leave the suspense/thriller genre to the terrorists.

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Starting Over

Once upon a time, in 2000-a-long-time-ago, I had a blog called Fermented Fur. I had so much fun with that blog, finding the humor in things like sub-zero temperatures and blizzards and my nose freezing shut when I sniffed (we lived in Minnesota), my dogs and their attempts to drive me insane or perhaps kill me, my weird insecurities and idiosyncrasies, the monumental annoyances of Other People, and the ins and outs of managing a holistic veterinary practice.

But life got in the way, I got busy…and I started writing and editing books. Fast forward to now. We finally got tired of being frozen for eight months out of the year and escaped to coastal North Carolina in 2013. I wrote a couple more books, edited many more, and took a position as the Managing Editor for Limitless Publishing.

Parts of this are super awesome. I work from my World Headquarters and Petting Zoo, better known as the couch in my family room. Instead of migraine-inducing co-workers, I have the direwolves, Mozzie and Oliver, and you will soon know much more about them than you ever thought you wanted to know, should you dare to stick around. I have a nice view of the woods behind the house. No makeup, bra, or shoes required, copious amounts of golden retriever hair mandatory. The editing part is fantastic. The book writing has become less so.

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Mozzie and Oliver, editorial assistants and blog-helpers, collectively known as the Direwolves or #Mozziver

Being an author is everyone’s dream, right? Yeah…not so much. Writing is frightfully hard–and the writing is the easy part. Going through revisions, edits, formatting, cover design, proofreading, release day, all the parts of making a manuscript a book are orders of magnitude harder than the writing, and the never-ending marketing, promoting, networking, and pimping is monumentally worse. All this while being pressured, mostly by your own stupid, masochistic brain, to write more books.

I wasn’t happy anymore. I’ll never stop editing, because I really love taking a rough manuscript, making it shine, and helping the author achieve their dream. I’ll never stop writing, either, but damn do I hate being an author. Not the books themselves, but all the frustrating, endless work that comes along with the books.

When was I happy? When I was writing Fermented Fur.

So that’s what I’m going to do. Furmented Fur 2.0 has been christened Furwood Forest. I’ll get back into that warped, quirky, sometimes jaded, dog-infatuated part of my brain and see what’s rattling around up there. I’ll recycle some Classic Fermented Fur, because most of the people I know now weren’t around for version 1.0, so you’ll get to meet some of the old dog crew, like Sprocket, Ozark, Brody, and Darwin.

And that’s it. Adios to authoring, welcome back to blogging. Hope you’ll visit often! I’ll try to figure out how to do a “subscribe” option, but it’s been a long time since I’ve blogged and it’s all changed. Above all, comment! Comments make bloggers happy and keep us motivated to blog harder to amuse you. 🙂

Welcome to Furwood Forest, Home of the Direwolves.