Trying something new

I’ve been whining for a while about how Facebook™ encourages authors to have pages by limiting us to 5,000 friends on our profiles. So we created pages and worked hard to get people to “Like” our page. But then they switched things up when they went public and we started noticing that they were showing our posts to less and less people. (I have almost 2200 Likes on my page yet on average any post on any given day is seen by less than 100 people, sometimes as few as 30.) Well, now they’re coming clean and saying basically they don’t want to show any post that might be considered promotion (in other words, anything with a link, which probably means even a link to my blog) — that if we want our posts to be seen, we have to pay them for visibility.

thumbs-downNow if they were charging a yearly fee for page ownership, I might be interested, as long as they guaranteed that everyone who liked my page actually saw my post. But to have to pay for every single post to be seen? It’s counter-productive, and far too expensive for this author.

My street team leaders set up a community page (Leah’s Lounge) as a work-around but it’s tough to see posts by non-admins and there wasn’t a lot of the interaction that I’d hoped to have with my readers.

thumbs-upSo I’ve created a Facebook Group. I’ll post snippets of what I’m working on, members can ask questions, or post eye candy pictures, or just chat! And of course there will be contests just for members only. It’s a closed group, so people can see who the members are, but not what they post. And since I get bothered by people adding me to groups without permission, I am not going to do that to my friends on Facebook. If you want to take part, you have to join up yourself–it’s easy, just click on the link above or ==> HERE . Either I or one of my moderators will approve your request and then you’re free to post away.  We will be posting rules — simple things like no trolling, no flaming, no naked men (sorry, but FB has already dinged me for a photo of a perfectly respectable man…which I’ve posted below so you can judge for yourself).  And we’ll try to limit how much promo there is so it’s not all spam, all the time. (Because I don’t like that in groups either!)

So if you’re on Facebook, come on over!  And if you’re not on Facebook, there’s also Leah’s Lounge over on Goodreads…you’re free to chat over there too. Please?

Oh and here’s a little exercise session for you (the one FB objected to…)

neck stretches

One more sleep til we party!

FTF-rough-raw-and-raunchy5I’m so excited — Feeding the Flames, part of the Five Alarm Alpha bundle, finally releases tomorrow.

Preorder from Amazon ~ Barnes & Noble ~ iBooks ~ KoboARe

The bundle will be available for 99 cents for a limited time only!

We’re having a party!

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If you’re around tomorrow, the authors in the bundle, along with a few special guests, are hosting a party over on Facebook to celebrate the release. There will be contests with prizes, so if you have a chance, stop in. We’ll be there from 9 a.m. eastern to 9 p.m. eastern.

 

On Birthdays, uncluttering and unplugging

I’m over at the Contemporary Romance Cafe today, talking about what I did last week. And what I didn’t do.

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Also, one of my favorite bloggers/reviewers, Shayna Renee, is celebrating her birthday on her blog by giving away signed paperbacks, including a copy of my Private Deceptions.  Stop by her blog to wish her a Happy Birthday, and enter the contest. (There are lots of other paperbacks to be won too)

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And if you’re on Facebook, (or you can leave a comment for her here) don’t forget to wish my friend and street team leader Tabatha a happy birthday too!

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Birthday Bash!

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It’s my birthday so I’m celebrating by giving away a basket that is worthy of Paige from No Accounting for Cowboys. The only thing missing is the Betty dye she uses. ;) You have lots of ways to enter using the Rafflecopter widget below — use as many or as few as you want, but the one mandatory item is that you have to leave a comment on my blog. And sorry international folk, the cost of postage these days makes it prohibitive to send this package outside of North America. The contest will run until August 1st…void where prohibited, no purchase necessary.

In the basket:

One bottle each of: (you can find close ups of all the colors here)
– OPI Love, Angela, Music, Baby from the Gwen Stefani Collection (gold satin finish)
– OPI In True Stefani Fashion (silver glitter)
– OPI Oh Hey, Baby (pink creme gloss)
– OPI Push and Shove (chrome with mirror finish)
– OPI 4 in the Morning from the Gwen Stefani Collection (black satin finish)
One pumice stone
One nail brush
One ASP Miracle Buff & Shine Block
Kissy Lips Toe Separators
2 nail files
Heel to Toe Peppermint Pedicure Salts
Freeman Bare Foot Lotion in Peppermint Plum with Tea Tree Oil
Freeman Diamond Mineral Rinse Facial Mask
Trim Manicure Set ~ cuticle scissors, 3 orange sticks, metal nail file, nail clippers, cuticle pusher and cuticle trimmer

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Summer Vacation Blog Hop

**This contest closed Sunday, June 22 at 11:59 p.m. The winner has been chosen and has received her prize.**

Not that I get a summer vacation most years. When I can afford a vacation, I tend to take it in spring or fall when all the kids are in school and hubby and I can walk along the shore without tripping over everyone and their brother. Although I do travel some summers to the various conferences and try to sneak out to grab some tourist time.

My Grady Legacy cowboys wouldn’t get one in the summer either. They’re too busy looking after their cattle and worrying about their crops. Although, like me, Jake might be able to do some vacation-like stuff now he’s on tour a lot.

I’m going to give away a copy of your choice of my backlist to a reader. Just leave a comment telling me, if money and time wasn’t an issue, where you’d love to go on vacation. You can enter through the Rafflecopter widget, but you have to a comment on THIS page to be counted. Commenting on a post on Facebook or replying on Twitter won’t count. Click on the Rafflecopter link once you’ve left a comment.

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Jake Grady loves Bull’s Hollow ranch and all the challenges and hard work it entails. But the past year hasn’t been easy—his father’s good name has been tarnished, and new financial problems are threatening to destroy everything the Gradys have built. Performing live under a stage name has become his escape, a way of blowing off some serious steam.

Accountant Paige Reynolds found Jake’s guitar-playing alter ego intriguing, but her connection with the real Jake sends her attraction into overdrive. When she’s summoned to make order out of the chaotic paper trail at Bull’s Hollow, he sets her world a-rocking—both in bed and out. But Paige has a plan; she’s determined to create her own path for the future, but is soon left scrambling for firmer ground.

Good news about Jake’s potential singing career is followed by the revelation of another family secret, one that has him questioning whether he belongs at Bull’s Hollow at all. But leaving the ranch would mean leaving his family…and Paige. How much is he willing to give up for a real shot at fame?

Excerpt

Copyright © 2014 by Leah Braemel

“Can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone so fascinated over paperwork before.”

With a gasp, Paige swiveled in her chair to find Jake leaning against the door, his eyes twinkling. Her whole body heated up at his lazy grin. “You might as well come in and sit down instead of standing there watching me.”

She’d heard the term ambled before, but Jake had this laid-back confident lazy stroll that amble fit perfectly. He crooked a hip on the desk and stroked her jaw with the back of his knuckles. The simple touch set fire to the breath in her lungs.

“So what’s got you concentrating so hard?”

“I’ve run off some reports so I can compare the receipts to the entries. I’ve already found some discrepancies.”

She found the line entry and placed a ruler beneath it, then found the matching receipt. “See how she’s entered two thousand dollars for a gas payment in October? But the receipt—”

“—is for two hundred.” Jake leaned over her shoulder, the scent of earth and horse and man strangely enticing. “Damn, it’s that simple?”

“Yes.” If his mother had been carefully checking the entries she should have caught the error, but she didn’t point that out. Then again, the receipt was dated October—that would have been around the time Ed Grady had been killed. Had the bookkeeper deliberately counted on Cissy’s grief to distract her from paying close attention to the books?

She glanced up to find him looking at her, not the papers spread out on the desk. “What?”

“Nothin’. Just admirin’ the view.”

Heat blossomed in the wake of the finger he dragged along her jaw. Her breath caught and she had to press her thighs together when he traced the curve of her ear.

She rested her chin on her palm. “Do you ever wish you weren’t a rancher’s son? I mean the pressure to stay on the ranch, knowing you were going to inherit it must be have been intense.”

“I like it here. I like being busy. Oh sure I had the usual dreams of being in the rodeo when I was a kid. Then I got thrown from a horse and decided those guys were nuts to get back up. And there was a time where I was convinced I was Spiderman. Until the string I coated with superglue as a spider web didn’t stick to the beams and I busted my ass falling out of the hay loft. I think at one point I wanted to be a jet pilot, too, but that didn’t last long.”

“What convinced you not to go for it? You discover you got airsick?”

“Nope. I got my first guitar.” His grin widened, deepening his dimples. My God, it wasn’t fair that a man had dimples that deep. Her breath caught as his smile widened. She’d heard of how a smile could reach a person’s eyes but had never seen it. Until now. Jake’s whole face brightened, his eyes gleamed. It was like he was changing into someone else right in front of her eyes.