So today’s Friday five is 5 things I’ve learned doing booksignings.
Eat breakfast, bring lunch and water. Believe me…this is important for your sanity and health.
Make a list of all the books you bring, the number of them, too. That way, at the end of the day, you can determine how many and of which one you sold and will need for the next signing.
Make sure your phone/iPad/Square reader are all fully charged and bring a charger with you just in case.
Brings pens. A lot of pens. Even if you are not giving them away as swag, they tend to …walk away.
Bring money for change. Depending on how much you charge for your books, $1s, $5s, and $10s are the right denomination.
There are a bunch more, but that’s for next Friday!
So a few months ago I told y’all I’d started using Crepe Erase on my neck to combat the signs of aging, crepey, old-lady looking skin there. You know: that cracked, ugly, dry and turkeyneck-looking skin that covers your neck and decollate. I’ve used it consistently and persistently for 2 months, twice a day – morning and night, along with the exfoliating rub in the shower.
The results?
While my skin FEELS softer, it looks no younger, no less turkey-ish, no less…crepey. Sometimes my skin even feels a little greasy, especially when I use it at night.
So the thought now is do I stop using it or keep trying to see if there are any real cumulative, long term positive effects.
It’s a conundrum. The stuff costs’ $49.00 per month and I get a delivery every three months. Right now I’m on round 2 ( the first supply was only for a month.) So I still have some time left before I get to the 6 month mark which is when I typically stop using stuff if I see no marked results or no change.
Hmmm….decisions, decisions.
I’m going to continue with the current supply, though, and see if time and continual use really does make a difference. I’ll be checking back with ya in the future.
Just like it’s not the end result that brings you success, but the journey toward it. I love this sentiment. It keeps me moving forward when all I want to do is…stop, at times.
I didn’t have time to write a REAL teaser for today because the last 5 days have been such a whirlwind. I’m back home now and will start up my routine again, but for now, today’s NOT a teaser is just to remind you all that A CHEF’S CHRISTMAS is available for PREORDER over on Amazon for just #99cents. The drop date is 11.11.24.
I’ve got a goal of 1000 copies preorders (I know!!), and I’m standing at 35 right now. That’s a looooooong-ass way for me to go to get to my goal, so….help a girl out??!!
LOL.
And remember, the 99 cents price is a limited-time offer. Once the book goes live live live, the price goes up. So take advantage of it now.
Thanks, and bless you all.
And I promise things will get back to normal on this page from now on…
I usually do a throwback Thursday on this day, but I’ve got something more important to talk about so it’s getting shelved for this week.
This is just a reminder ( again!) that I’ll be at BOOKSBOOKSBOOKS2024 this weekend in Lancaster, PA at the Wyndham Expo Barn.
I attended this event for the first time last year and had such a remarkable time I wanted to do it again, so I was lucky enough to get in for 2024.
If you’re attending YAY!. I’ve got 2 tables this year because I am a sponsor, so come and visit me at tables 15 and 16. I will have all my Christmas books – Dickens and San Valentino family – all my NYC Socialite series books ( 1-5), A Pride of Brothers ( 1-3) and my award-winning 2024 suspense Retribution all for sale.
Plus lots of swag and stuff!
I hope you can make it and if you can, don’t be shy about stopping by and saying hello. This is such a wonderful event. You’ll find me next to my big, pepto bismol colored logoed banner:
Since A CHEF’S KISS CHRISTMAS is up for preorder right now, I figured I do another tease from the book.
If you’ve read any of my Dickens Holiday Romance stories, you know FIXING CHRISTMAS is the story of Abracadabra Charles, alias A.B. Cards. Abra’s got a prickly personality burned in snark-speak and wit that underlines a basic inferiority complex due to her being abandoned by her birth mother and left on Amy’s doorstep on Christmas morning.
In this tease, it is New Year’s Day and her interrogation skills are getting a workout on Portia…
“’Morning.” Portia yawned as she came into the kitchen. “Happy New Year.”
Abra, still in pjs, was feeding Amelia a bottle while Colton was busy breaking up a croissant for Stevie.
Colton repeated the sentiment to her.
“Did you guys make it to midnight?” she asked as she poured a cup of coffee from the carafe on the counter.
Abra’s laugh reminded her of a wheezing dog’s bark. “Not even close. We both passed out at nine. Luckily this one,” she kissed the top of the nursing baby’s head, “gave us a respite and didn’t wake us until two-thirty and then six.”
“Longest stretch of uninterrupted sleep I think we’ve gotten in almost 2 years,” Colt said, grinning. “Felt like I slept a week.”
“A week would be nice.” Abra slanted a glare at her agent. “What time did you get in?”
“I don’t even know. Late. Or early, depending on how you look at it.” Portia couldn’t outright lie because the thought Abra might have been awake and heard the car door close was a possibility. Even though she’d been extremely quiet about it.
Finished, Abra began burping Amelia.
“Did you have a good time?” Colt asked.
Phenomenal was on the tip of her tongue, but there was no way she could tell them that and then not explain why. They still thought she’d gone to Antonelli’s for the party.
“It was good.”
“See anyone you know?” Abra asked.
There was a world of suspicion in that question and Portia knew it. If she lied and mentioned a name, she could be assured Abra would find out from the person she’d named, personally.
“Not really. I didn’t stay long. I went out to Grovesnor’s Pond to watch the fireworks from my car.”
This was a lie, but she knew it couldn’t be verified because Amy had been the one to tell her most of the town came out to see the awesome display when it went off at midnight.
“And then?” Abra pressed.
With a shrug, Portia said, “I stayed for a while and just…thought about things.”
“Like what?”
“Abra.” Colton’s voice hadn’t risen a notch and yet Portia could hear the warning in his tone.
“What?” his wife asked, eyes wide, all innocence.
Bless the man. He may not have known his wife as long as Portia had, but he was attuned to all her quirks and traits liked he’d grown up with, and been with her, every day of their lives.
With a crooked pull of his mouth to one side, he shook his head. “Stop with the third degree. Save it for when Stevie and Amelia are teenagers. You’ll need those C.I.A.-like interrogation skills of yours then. But cut her,” he nodded his head at Portia, “some slack. Okay?”
Abra’s pout rivaled anything her three-year-old could pull off. She nodded, sighed, then said, “What are your plans for today?” as she put the now sleeping baby in her Moses cradle.
With a shrug, Portia sipped her coffee. “Just some client reading. Not yours,” she added with a meaningful glance.
“It’s coming. It’s coming.”
“Speaking of coming, I just heard the paper hit the porch,” Colton said.
“I’ll get it.” Abra rose and when she passed by him, Colt reached out, grabbed one of her hands and with that same sexy crooked grin, kissed her knuckles.
Abra shook her head, then planted a kiss on the top of his head. “It’s a good thing you’re handsome,” she said with a sniff.
Colton’s lips split into a cocky, all-teeth smile.
So, I can’t believe I’m doing this again after the ego-kicking I got last time ( LOL!) BUT…
I’ve set a kindle copy sale goal for myself for my 11.11.24 release of A CHEF’S KISS CHRISTMAS: 1000 copies preordered.
I know.
But if you don’t shoot for the stars you’ll never reach the heavens, right? So, if you like smalltown,holiday romance, 35+ characters, grumpy/sunshine, starting over, and surviving loss all mixed with humor and that wonderful Dickens Holiday Romance magic…pleasepleaseplease preorder your copy today. The kindle copy is only 99cents. You can’t buy much these days for that, can you?
Peggy Jaeger, Author 