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Book 2 Brain Cyber Convention


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This past weekend I was given the great privileged to be able to participate in my first book convention. For many authors out there you would say great, and how many books did you sell. Others will see the chance to meet people and think of how amazing it is to get to network with people in your field.

Yet this was more for me. I learned so much and the experience left me in awe. Not only because as an author I need to get my message and myself out there, but because of where I live it is hard for me to attend a convention in person.

This was a cyber convention which allowed all people from many walks of life and from around the world to be able to meet through the power of technology. This also gave great insight into the world we live in today.
As the experience left me drained I will be doing a full post on the event and videos you can watch of the panels later on this week.
Also I will be adding a podcast to my blog because I found out something that I truly did not know. I am one of few in the mass of authors who publishes my line of work.

Now what you may be thinking is that there are tons of romance authors out there and that each one tends to say the same thing. Well I am a bit different, and I am not alone but there are few of us. I am a man. I write romance and I do not hide it. My real name is on my work and I am proud to say that I am a man who writes romance.
Here is an excerpt of my work.

Love

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Jin Okubo Love

The Drive

A small squeal gave out as I turned in my seat. Humidity brought about a thin layer of moisture to the skin, which just would not let go. My car was out to get me. I strained to survive driving my car every day. The summer was not kind in these evergreen mountains. But then again it never was, there was so much that I hated about summers. My car just added to the pain of it.

People would comment about the beauty and the joy of being able to spend nice camping trips in the surrounding area. I had never been camping before, that is not until meeting her. I doubted that I would ever go again but we never know. Click, the sound boring a hole, deep into my skull, every time I heard it. Click, the sound a reminder, a solid unforgettable reminder, that I had spent money on something that was more of a pleasure than anything of worth.

CLICK.

Dam windows work,” my yelling did little to move the windows.

A bead of sweat built up on my forehead. My little sauna of a car with windows that did not roll down. Gremlin, what a piece of shit this car was. But what a name. It was the name which made me buy it figuring the chances would be high that the real ones would never try and harm one of their own. They weren’t. The little bastards turned my little driving box into a lemon overnight.

My skin curled as the bead of sweat worked its way down my face, neck and body. At least I could say that I was working on losing weight. She would have loved the idea of me losing a few pounds, it would have brought a chuckle to her that is if I had dared to bring her with me. The fates had smiled on me this day though as she had decided to meet me instead of riding with me. Or had they…

It was mid-June and here I was on my way to meet my bride to be. I had made up my mind. I would finally ask her. She would have been running to the hills had she realized just how soon I had decided to marry her.

It was common knowledge around my inner circle that I wanted to marry this lovely creature if only for the mere fact that she forced in me changes. Changes which I would not make on my own. She made me a better person and there was no way that I could deny that plain and simple fact.

Here I was driving to some coffee shop she had found in the outskirts of the city. A place she had spent visiting with friends. If my windows had only been in working order. That would be a point of gratitude for leaving the city. At least the breeze would have cooled me in this darn heat. ‘Click’ is the only sound that they made.

Leaving the comfort of my surroundings didn’t even cross her mind. The thought that it had would mean only one thing. That meaning would be that the true fact of such a far excursion was to irk me a little, not so much that I would get angry but… she would have to coax a smile out of me before I would be willing to join in any form of conversation upon arriving.

I often wondered if she knew that my windows of my car did not work. She had only been in it at night. Had she figured it out? The question jumped to the front of my mind.

How could I have been such an idiot?

There was the trip a few weeks ago to Venice beach. She meant to meet me there only for me to find that she had not come and I had to drive back all in a day with flowers melting from the heat.

Her game was up I now knew that she enjoyed making me drive in the heat of day knowing full well that my windows did not function, turning my car into a smoldering sauna as I traveled to any given place.

It was a good thing that my heater worked well or she may have me freezing my skin off on some fool’s errand into the mountains in the midst of a blizzard.

Such was the agony of the first summers where I drove in the heat of the day to some place or another only to find the food barely edible and way overpriced. I would highly doubt that any other man in love with a woman would have fared any better than I.

New Age food never quite agreed with me. This whole eat it raw culture that was blooming throughout the world stank of yuppie health guru hearsay with no real backing in science. What had happened to the world in these past few years? After all I was raised knowing that the only way to be healthy was exercise and yet people kept falling for these health scams.

I would quickly point out to her the constant deathly look of these so called health nuts. Still, she enjoyed the seclusion that these places offered. This was one of her quirks, it was her unique perspective of her surroundings, and it was in the end something that would take me the better part of our relationship to figure out.

These high end restaurants serving little more than rocks and twigs with strong coffee would never survive in a city where the general populace wanted real food.

 

 

Rebekah Jonesy


Blurb:

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In her southern hometown, Leslie knows where she stands. A divorced mother with a preteen daughter should be able to expect certain things in life. She fantasizes about the naughty things she reads in her bodice ripper romance novels but she knows that kind of thing isn’t realistic. She just hopes to find a love that won’t fizzle out with time. Enter Stuart Altmann, a friend-of-a-friend who appears to be suitable: a down-to-earth businessman with a heart of gold and a sweet smile.

But Stuart is more than he appears. The perfectly tailored suits he wears hide a complex man with hidden assets and twisted desires. His hidden passions force her to rethink her ideas of what is appropriate. Not all businessmen are stoic, not all pain is bad, and all the money in the world can’t buy you happiness if you don’t understand who you really are.

About the Author:
1Rebekah Jonesy is a work from home wife. A voracious reader, she decided it was time she made her own contributions. She has been writing for most of her life but only started publishing in 2014. Her books are contemporary romance with a variety of kinks thrown in. Understanding that human sexuality is as complex as the people are, she strives to show the reality of love as her characters work to find their happily ever after. Outside of the literary world, she is a mad scientist cook, gardener, Jill of all trades, and military spouse.

 

You can follow Rebekah Jonesy at Twitter, Facebook, or her blog Heart Strong.

https://twitter.com/dirtyrjonesy

 

https://www.facebook.com/authorRebekahJonesy/

 

http://rebekahjonesy.blogspot.com/

 

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8292001.Rebekah_Jonesy

 

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/RebekahJonesy

 

http://www.amazon.com/author/rebekahjonesy

Why did you decide to write in your genre?

I was tired of seeing the same ole love stories. Boy meets girl, boy has to meet objectives to win girl, boy succeeds and gets girl, live happily ever after. I’ve never seen a love story like that in real life. I see people come together with a hundred different little things they have to resolve in order to make things work. I see loving couples stifle their own sexuality because they think that will make it work, because they grew up on those same ole love stories. I wanted to read something that was real, something where sex was more than a magic spell he casts on her to stake his claim. It can be magical, but it is also raw and primal and it takes compromise, trust and understanding. I wanted to read something that was like the things I had been scribbling down for years. I wasn’t finding the stories I wanted to read, so I decided to write them instead. That and 50 Shades of Grey got so many things wrong. Safe Sane and Consensual are the bdsm words to live by, and that was completely ignored in all the books. What motivated the story of the Book?

Unsuitable is about Stuart Altmann who made his debut in my first book Keep Her Safe. He is a friend of the main character in that book and when he realizes she is dabbling in bondage he gives her advice on how to go about it safely. He is then overcome with worry thinking his friends will judge him because of his kinks. I knew as soon as I finished writing about Stu that he would have to have a book of his own. His pain was so real, so poignant, I needed to write his happily ever after. When Leslie cropped up I knew they were a perfect match. I had to show that not all doms are the super jealous, super alpha, “my way or the highway”, “I can buy your love” types. Some are sweet loving men that want to find a loving companion to tie up and whip to mind shattering orgasms.

A short intro to your characters:

Stuart Altmann is a self made billionaire. But no one outside of the business world knows it. And only a select few people know about his kinks, kinks that require safe words and lots of leather. His quiet, austere demeanor with his friends and his calm, commanding presence with his employees hides the growing loneliness he feels from keeping himself hidden. Living two lives is hard enough when you are a super hero, it’s even harder when you think you might be seen as a villain. So he hides in his suit and in his dungeon. Leslie is a sweet southern hometown girl whose marriage ended in a flop. She and her ex should have been a perfect match, but they just couldn’t find lasting happiness. Now she is a single mom trying to find a suitable partner and a good male role model for her daughter. She is a good person that has always tried to live a good life. Her only vice is the growing pile of romance books hidden in her bedroom. She has to keep them hidden so her daughter won’t see the cover art of women in chains, men in leather, and artfully coiled whips. Everyone knows that things like that, billionaires that swoop down on young virgins and turn them into sexual goddesses in their dungeons, is only fantasy and isn’t something that could happen to a sweet southern woman.

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Blurb: In her southern hometown, Leslie knows where she stands. A divorced mother with a preteen daughter should be able to expect certain things in life. She fantasizes about the naughty things sh…

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Author Spotlight


Blurb: In her southern hometown, Leslie knows where she stands. A divorced mother with a preteen daughter should be able to expect certain things in life. She fantasizes about the naughty things sh…

Source: Author Spotlight

Writing anywhere: tweets


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As I promised last week I am going to be talking about how to use social networks to the best of your advantage. If you have the time to send a tweet at any given time and hope that you maximize the views or impressions by your audience then you cannot and must not bombard them with promotion.

You have heard this before and I will say it now just to make it clear. A tweet every thirty seconds will not increase your following. And getting a good following will increase the reach of your tweets and you will be able to make friends with people who will help you expand your readership.  This does not happen if you over tweet.

The next part of being a good tweeter deals with content. Should you post only content about your book or your blog then over time people will ignore you. This comment is not always true. The balancing point comes with you retweet, and in having the proper retweets for your audience. You must decide who are you trying to reach and why. Once you have your audience goals clear then you can retweet the right work.

Take my blog and my tweeter networking. both suffered immensely when I was not clear. I was not clear and my audience saw it only as a curiosity and not the marketing tool that it could have been. It took me close to two years to clear my goals up and have seen a jump from 10 to 20 impressions per month to over 38k impressions per month.

This is where writing a blog post a week but more importantly the proper use of tools out there to help you. I use Tweet Deck. And while it is great for organizing your tweets on your twitter, you run the risk of getting lost in reading all the tweets that come through. For my needs it is the scheduling task bar that works best for me. I spend 20 minutes every morning preparing a day to a day and a half of tweets.

Now you may be thinking that is a ton of tweets but in all actuality it is not. Here is where spacing comes to play. I space my tweets to be between 2 hours to 4 hours apart depending on how hard I want to push it. But again that is only half. I make it a point to jump on my twitter throughout the day and retweet the people I am following so as my posts are well placed and to be more interactive.

So remember, schedule your tweets for marketing with a decent amount of time between posts, target your audience, and retweet people with the same type of material. This will promote your own growth as you help others grow.

 

Now if you like please read an excerpt from my romance novel Love.

Watercress soup
I knew what everyone who knew her would think, bland, barely a hit of flavor, and safe. 41ues4shkhlWatercress soup when done right was a wonder, a mystery, a dream. Still with my clumsy
obsessed hands, it would be her best bet for soup. This soup required some nice hearty crackers to truly accent the flavor of the soup.
You wanted something with a rawness to the taste buds, earthy, natural, almost as if you were biting into a flavor filled tree bark piece. Something, which would allow the softness of the soup to offset, No… No that is not right.
Gah, what am I trying to tell you. The soup has to sing and be the star of the meal and for a soup as soft as Watercress, you want something opposite to allow you to enjoy the softness it brings. But then, she would only be letting me have one cracker and that would mean that I would be breaking it over and over again to allow it to, no to make it last the entirety of the soup. The crumbs, yes the crumbs would be a non-acceptable necessity. This deal breaker, this nail in the coffin means only one thing… no… Watercress Soup.

 

 

Writing anywhere


Have you ever heard the saying, “A writer can work anywhere in the world.” This is the great thing about being a writer, our work comes with us when we travel or when we decide to live.
Now before you pack up your bags and run off to the Bahamas, please think about what living in another country can entail. There are things that will greatly affect your life as you work at being a writer in a different country.
The biggest part that will impact you will be if you are an English writer in a non-English-speaking country. If you dare to try there will be wall after wall placed in front of you while you try to accomplish your dream.
To give you an idea here is my life…
I am the author of Love, a romance novel dealing with the aspects of being a man in 413siqqbgal._sy400_.jpglove with a woman who strives to change him. Yes, that is a simplified version of the story but only for brevity’s sake.
Now, what are the wall in my way. Well I live in Japan. As we all know Japanese people speak Japanese and while there is a huge market here for English lessons there is not so much of a market for English novels.
The Second wall in my way is the fact that I chose to live in a scenic part of the country. Beautiful mountains, great air, awesome people… translation. I live in the boondocks, the middle of no-where and while there are benefits to living where I do, this location makes my writing career a lot more difficult.

But do not give up hope. There is always the gift of the internet, which is a godsend to people in my situation. But how can we have faith in the internet when people make comments like, “Marketing your book on twitter and social media is the shotgun effect.” Roughly translated this means that readers will come but they will be far and wide from where they come. Reviews for your work will be rare and much harder to garner.

There are also people who in a very condescending demeanor when they make comments such as, “Well, just go to a book fair and go to books stores and do signings.” Which is all well and good if you live in an English speaking country and or have the funds to be able to stock up a decent supply of books to head on over to your local books store and the ones in nearby cities.

That comment is usually followed by, “Sacrifices need to be made in order to make your dream come true.” Some cannot be made, especially if you are below the poverty line and work puts food on the table for your family.

Well then you get to the point I am trying to make. Screw the people who look down on you for only using the internet. We, and yes I am in the same boat, must use the internet wisely to promote our work. Yes, we may have a harder road and yes we may have to push our books harder on social networks. But, we must make our voices heard.  Stay tuned for my next post where I work through using smart tools to help you run your own promotion across a network like tweeter.

Now please enjoy part of my novel Love

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The Drive
A small squeal gave out as I turned in my seat. Humidity brought about a thin layer of 413siqqbgal._sy400_.jpgmoisture to the skin, which just would not let go. My car was out to get me. I strained to survive driving my car every day. The summer was not kind in these evergreen mountains. But then again it never was, there was so much that I hated about summers. My car just added to the pain of it.
People would comment about the beauty and the joy of being able to spend nice camping trips in the surrounding area. I had never been camping before, that is not until meeting her. I doubted that I would ever go again but we never know. Click, the sound boring a hole, deep into my skull, every time I heard it. Click, the sound a reminder, a solid unforgettable reminder, that I had spent money on something that was more of a pleasure than anything of worth.
CLICK.
“Dam windows work,” my yelling did little to move the windows.
A bead of sweat built up on my forehead. My

little sauna of a car with windows that did not roll down. Gremlin, what a piece of shit this car was. But what a name. It was the name which made me buy it figuring the chances would be high that the real ones would never try to harm one of their own. They weren’t. The little bastards turned my little driving box into a lemon overnight.
My skin curled as the bead of sweat worked its way down my face, neck and body. At least I could say that I was working on losing weight. She would have loved the idea of me losing a few pounds, it would have brought a chuckle to her that is if I had dared to

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bring her with me. The fates had smiled on me this day though as she had decided to meet me instead of riding with me. Or had they…

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Kaoru : In Loves Shadow coming this APRIL