Jerrie Alexander - Can you say promotion?

Linda, thank you for having me as your guest. I love your books and am thrilled to meet a few of your friends today.

Can you say promotion?

Tell me the truth...did you shiver? Writing, editing, and getting a book published was a daunting task. But in my innocence, I didn't grasp how overwhelming promotion could be until I was faced with getting my name in front of readers. I'm not timid but I am reserved (my critique partner tells me I'm private) until I get to know you. And not being an outgoing person, selling is as uncomfortable as dual root canals.

I knew before the book released I didn't intend to be that author who pops up on Facebook or Twitter, waves my arms in the air and shouts, "Buy my book, you know you want to."

I want to be accessible. Friends and readers should feel comfortable that if they like my fan page, stop by my blog, or sign up for my newsletter, I'm not going to bury them with reasons to rush out and buy my book. Whether it's my Monday blog, Facebook posts or Tweets, I try to keep my words interesting, light, informative and supportive.

I love helping my fellow writers, and on Wednesday, everyone knows they'll get a chance to discover a new book. But no pressure, we're grownups here. :)

I enjoy blog hops or guest posting where I get a chance to meet new people and have the chance to broaden my horizon.

Paid ads? I've done a couple but haven't been able to tell if they create an impact, so I shop around and make good use of my promotion budget. And yes, I said budget. :)

I honestly believe there is no magic formula for today writer. Most of us are expected to manage our own promotion. So I try to be honest and sincere. I work hard to keep my promise of producing a good, interesting story. Because if I can touch one reader with my written words all the promotion, ads, blogs, posts and tweets have been worth the effort.

This is a great chance to share ideas and thought. Have you found something that works? Didn't work?

Bio

A student of  creative writing in her youth, Jerrie set aside her passion when life presented her with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful children.  A career in logistics offered her the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and she revisits them in her romantic suspense novels. 

But the characters went with her, talked to her, and insisted she share their dark, sexy stories with others.  She writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other.  She likes to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.

Jerrie lives in Texas, loves sunshine, children’s laughter, sugar (human and granulated), and researching for her heroes and heroines.

Social media:

http://www.jerriealexander.com - website

http://www.jerriealexander.com/category/blog/

http://www.twitter.com/jerriealexander

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jerrie-Alexander /121521571355959?ref=hl

Blurb for HELL or HIGH WATER

Release 2-22-13

When ex-SEAL Nate Wolfe learns a woman from his past is in danger, nothing will stop him from protecting her. Not even her.

Dallas Child Protection Services Investigator Kay Taylor doesn't want or need Nate in her life. But he doesn't seem to understand the word no. And he seems to have forgotten the brand he left on her heart.

When her friend is kidnapped, Kay will do whatever it takes to find her, even if it means allying with the one man she can't trust.

And when Kay is taken and sold to a monster, the devil himself couldn't stop Nate from doing whatever it takes to find her.

Excerpt from HELL or HIGH WATER

A chill slammed into her. Again, somebody’s eyes on her sent a shiver up her arms. She whirled.

            A black Harley was parked down the block. She paused at the rear of the car and stared at the rider. Odd that he’d parked away from the funeral crowd and sat there watching. Damn, the black visor didn’t stop the burn as his gaze bore down on her. Her breath caught. Was this the man who’d saved her? Wearing a black leather jacket and matching helmet, the man sat motionless.

            

            She started toward him, and the rider stepped off the bike. If this was her ninja, she’d demand answers after she thanked him. He turned his back to her and then removed the helmet. His fingers wound through shoulder-length black hair, tying the strands together with a piece of leather. There was something vaguely familiar about him. His movements. His shoulders. His hands.

            He turned to face her, and her heart rate raced toward the ozone.

            “Hello, Kaycie.”

            Ten years of missing Nate Wolfe boiled over. He was here. Really here. She sprang into his arms, clutched his broad shoulders and leaned into his hard-as-a-rock chest. God, his scent, a mixture of leather, woodsy cologne and virile man washed over her. Damn. Her body betrayed her by melting into him.

            “Nate,” she whispered into his neck. “You saved me.” Her flesh heated when his large hands flexed against the small of her back and drew her closer.

            “Come hell or high water,” he whispered, his warm breath sending heat streaks across her skin.

A split-second passed before memories of his lying tongue using that same phrase so many years ago hit her. A volcano of heartbreak erupted and spewed forth. 

            “Don’t touch me,” she spit the words at him while scrambling out of reach. “And don’t you dare say that to me. Ever.”

            “You hugged me.” His eyes went wide and he held his hands up in surrender.

            Damn him and his Cheshire cat grin. Kay plowed her right fist into his jaw. God, pain shot up her arm. His head barely moved. Still, she relished the snap of his teeth. Obviously, she didn’t hit him hard enough. He rubbed his scruffy jaw while that sexy little smile inched right back up his cheeks.

Blurb for The GREEN-EYED DOLL

Available for purchase or download from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, ARE and KOBO

Catherine McCoy is on the run. For the past year, she’s been on the move, hiding the secrets and guilt in her heart. When she lands in small-town Texas and meets Sheriff Matt Ballard, he ignites a flame she thought lost forever.

Matt has scars of his own. He left the big city after an undercover operation went bad and his partner was killed. Now, as Matt hunts for a serial killer who paints his victims’ faces like porcelain dolls, Catherine becomes a safe haven for him. Two tortured souls finding comfort in each other's arms—until he uncovers her secret, and their bond of trust is broken.

When Catherine disappears, Matt races to find her, fearing the murderer has found his next green-eyed doll. But the killer has a surprise coming. Catherine will fight to the death before she’ll be a victim again. Will her determination be enough?

Thank you for joining us today, Jerrie. I haven't red The Green-Eyed Doll yet but plan to do so soon. Readers, pick up your copy as The Green Eyed-Doll has gotten awesome reviews.    I expect Jerrie's Hell or High Water will also receive as much praise.

Please leave Jerrie a comment.

Thanks for Reading and Writing!

Linda

www.lindalaroque.com