Authors know BookBub is one of the most powerful promotional newsletters in the world and, when used strategically, can change your career. I was fortunate to begin advertising with them early but made a key mistake; I didn’t work on building my followers.
Why is it important to gain followers on BookBub? Each time you have a featured deal, your followers receive an alert. When you have a new release, BookBub will send out an email to your followers announcing the new book at no charge to you. Another feature BookBub recently launched is a pre-order option where you can pay to alert followers about your upcoming new release. These tools add up to create powerful marketing muscle.
Over the last three months my marketing ninja, Jamie, and I worked to build followers. We’ve have gained over 2000.
Here are the five things we did.
1. Sent an email to my readers group encouraging them to follow me on BookBub.
After surveying my readers, I found a whopping 40% of them discovered me from a BookBub featured deal. So, I sent out a newsletter encouraging subscribers follow me on the site and never miss a sale or new release.
2. Added a “Follow Me” button to all newsletters.
In the past, I only had links to my social media at the end of my newsletters, but now I also have BookBub’s red button encouraging people to follow me. You can grab the icons from BookBub HERE.
3. Added the “Follow Me” button to all automations.
When subscribers join my readers group they receive a series of emails with links to free books and information about me. At the bottom of each email, I’ve added a call to action to follow me on BookBub.
4. Ran a Rafflecopter with “Follow Me on Bookbub” as an entry.
When I launched Flame Road, the fifth book in my co-authored romantic suspense series, we hosted a Facebook party with a giveaway. Letting people follow me on BookBub as an entry gained a couple hundred followers.
5. Post on Social Media.
Once a month I invite people to follow me on BookBub through my Facebook and Twitter accounts. You can schedule these ahead so you don’t forget.
Authors with extensive BookBub followers all have methods for continuing to grow that list. One of the benefits to the Indie community is the willingness for authors to help one another. If you have suggestions or ideas where you’ve found success, I’d love to hear about them. Feel free to reach out via any of my social media links…and um, follow me on BookBub
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Suds slipped down my body and gathered at my ankles before traveling in a flotilla to the drain. The white, iridescent bubbles jiggled as droplets of water crashed around them. They popped one by one, the mass sinking into the pipe as each individual bubble lost tension and let go.
Letting go is an art.
And I am not an artist.
I'm a killer.
It's not for pleasure, though there is some of that. Lady Justice is tantamount to my god. I serve her single-mindedly, but there is no blindfold. I am prejudice, human—so human.
Would the world be safer with me under lock and key? One less terrorist wreaking havoc. Or more dangerous? One less soldier fighting for justice.
Blue barked. I looked through the fogged glass seeing nothing but gray shapes in the mist. Blue barked again and I turned the water off and opened the shower door, a cloud of steam coming with me into the room.
Another bark, a “hello,” a “there is someone here,” a “someone we trust” bark. Grabbing a towel off the rack I left the bathroom; making wet prints on the carpeting as I padded through the bedroom into the living room. Blue sat by the door, his large tail swishing back and forth.
He barked again, turning to look at me, his mismatched eyes bright with excitement. He pushed his large head against my hip, urging me toward the door with a soft whine.
Mulberry stood in the hallway, his broad shoulders taking up the width of the doorway. He wore a subdued yellow and green plaid shirt that brought out the same colors in his eyes. Silver and black stubble covered his jaw.
Blue pushed past me and wriggled his body against Mulberry's legs. The former New York detective broke his gaze from mine and looked down at my dog. He ruffled Blue's head. “Hey, boy.”
“I wasn't expecting you.”
Mulberry looked up at me, his hand still on Blue. “That's the first thing you say?”
He smiled and gave off a little laugh. “I figured I'd stop by and see you. We left things a little …“
“I thought I was pretty clear.”
“I'm not sure it's entirely up to you to decide.”
“I'm not sure about having this conversation in a towel.”
Mulberry raised an eyebrow. “I don't think you need it.”
“Come on in; I'll get dressed.”
He followed me into the living room, clicking the door into place.
I dressed in a pair of dark, indigo jeans and a white T-shirt, one of the few I had without any stains. Blue's tail wagged and his tongue lolled out. “Don't look so excited,” I told Blue before returning to the living room.
Mulberry waited on the couch. “You want a drink?”
I crossed to the small kitchenette and grabbed us each a bottle of sparkling water; cracking one open, it released that fizzing sound.
Mulberry came up behind me and placed his hand on my hip. I turned to him and opened my mouth to protest, but he shook his head.
He stepped closer so that our bodies brushed. His face was right above mine, his chin angled down, as I stared at his collarbones.
He fisted the short locks at the base of my skull and pulled gently so that my chin rose and our lips touched. His kiss was achingly familiar and electrifyingly new. The smell of him brought back memories I was afraid to face.
The pain of my brother's murder lanced through me; the paleness of his skin, the vivid red of his blood as he died—the gaping wound his loss left in me.
Everybody I love ends up dead. And not some gentle kiss into the night. They leave this world in violence and suffering; they end in misery.
I couldn't watch Mulberry die.
Was the pain of loving him and denying him worse than the ache I feared?
Mulberry's hand squeezed my hip, pressing our bodies together. His heart thumped so hard that I felt it against my breasts. Light danced behind my closed lids. My hands ran over his strong shoulders, caressing the corded muscles, before curving around his neck, intertwining and pulling at him.
Everything about it felt right, except for the consequences.
Mulberry's hands slipped under my shirt and he groaned against my mouth as the rough callouses of his fingers found my bare flesh.
“Stop thinking so much.” His lips moved against my neck.
“I'm trying to be smart.”
He laughed, his breath hot against my shoulder. “You've never been good at that.”
“You're all instinct.” A shiver ran from his lips over my skin. “You're overthinking this thing.” I closed my eyes and relished the way we fit, the familiarity and the danger, the tugging of my heart toward him. This love wasn't a controllable force. “Stop trying to keep us all safe, Sydney.”
“I have to.”
He brought his head up, his steady gaze held mine. “You have to keep yourself safe.”
His eyes narrowed as my voice failed me. He shook his head and smiled a lazy, sexy grin. “You're not going to prison. Only a fool would waste an asset like you.”
“What?” Fear spiked through me. “How do you know?” Blue was whining. “Just a minute, Mulberry.” I shook him and he just kept up that grin, that all knowing, glinting-eyed smile.
Blue's whine pitched up.
“Stop!” I yelled, rolling over, my sheets tangled around me.
I stared across the expanse of the king-sized bed at Blue, who stood next to it, a soft whine pulling me fully out of the dream. The height of a Great Dane, with the coat of a wolf and the long, regal snout of a Collie, Blue had one blue eye and one brown. His eyebrows were raised and pushed together, creating a crease at the top of his long snout. He was worried about me.
I relaxed into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. Just me and Blue were in the room. Mulberry was thousands of miles away.
My dreams were getting more vivid. The soft rumble of thunder sent a shiver of panic through me.
I didn't look at the window, not wanting to see that the sky was blue and the Pacific Ocean placid. Not wanting confirmation that my mind was tricking me, again. That I was broken, delusional. Crazy.
To wrap up the weeks of novellas, we have last, but certainly not least…
Nemesis By Jennifer Harlow
Sex traffickers, serial killers, and superheroes…welcome to the world of Galilee Falls, Sydney Rye!
This novella takes place between the events of Inviting Fire and Shadow Harvest. It also takes place after the events in The Galilee Falls Trilogy.
The Joy of Justice
The life of the vigilante is a solitary one. Always in the shadows. No one to talk to, no one to share experiences with. Uncle Charlie might be on the front lines as a detective, but he’s on the right side of that line. He gets paid to put the bad guys away, and according to the law, I am one of said bad guys. Of course if I had superpowers like The Royal Triumvirate or this new one White Knight I’d be considered a hero. Have my own action figure. But an ordinary woman taking justice into her own hands is called a freak. A madwoman. A vigilante. A murderer. Even a terrorist because of my affiliation to the Joyful Justice Vigilant Network. More labels. More identities forced upon me. At least now I’m not completely alone living with them.
I haven’t seen another Joyful Justice member, save for Uncle Charlie, since I left their compound in Costa Rica a few months ago when Uncle Charlie offered our services. Of course he got to stay in Independence while I ran around the jungle learning how to use an M-16, how to build bombs, and even learning a new martial arts form from Merl. I was one of dozens there, each of us touched by evil in some way. Each hoping to make the world a better place. Or at least that’s what we tell ourselves. Few can face the truth. I couldn’t until recently. I couldn’t face every bone I broke, every time a man pissed his pants as I held a knife to his throat, every cry as I carved an “N” into his forehead to let the rest of the world know what he truly is, it fed my soul and helped me to continue on in this cesspool of a world.
Most aren’t there yet. I hope they never are. They’re just citizens, good people in need of help. They contact the website, looking for guidance, when the regular justice institutions fail. Even I’ve given other lost souls guidance in their quest for retribution. I am a veteran at the whole vigilante way of life. It’s been four years since I put on my costume: my red and black cloaked jacket and black jumpsuit, both made from ballistic fiber that’s saved my life more than once, steel-toed boots, dark red wig, white kabuki face paint with red lips, and black harlequin mask. Four years of stalking my prey at Frat houses, brothels, in their seemingly normal homes. I’ve been shot at, stabbed, broken several bones, and learned from every injury, every mistake. I am more than willing to share that knowledge with others, even if their quest for justice ends when their personal wrong gets corrected. This is not the way of life for everyone. Uncle Charlie does more for the network, giving them information only a police officer has access to.
We all must do our part to make this world a better place. I just prefer drawing blood to do it.
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