Tuesday, February 25, 2014

These 3 words: Guess to win

Readers- I have started a game called 'These 3 words' for authors. It's easy, any author who guest posts is subject to me picking 3 odd words they are required to use in their guest post.

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  Iyana Jenna's 3 words: Guess to win
Hi Decadent! Hi all! I’m so glad to visit you for the second time. I hope you’re glad to see me again. ;) Today I will share with you my recent release with Torquere Press, What Lies Beneath.  And don’t forget to watch the “These 3 Words” given by Decadent!

Self-Promotion is Hell—Really?

The other day I read a blog post written by a relatively popular writer who basically said that it was hell to do self-promotion. How when authors publish a book, the next thing to do is writing numerous blog posts, sharing the book on the social media sites, etc. It’s a never-ending process and some might think they are lost in a maze of the promotion process.

Well, a writer nowadays can’t expect to just sit and relax and see the sales soar, whether they are famous or not famous yet, whether they write thrilling action novels or erotic romance books with all those purple proses. I see myself how my favorite authors, such as Paulo Coelho, Ted Dekker, and Carla Neggers, do the same. They have blogs and release newsletters they send regularly to their readers. I can’t imagine someone who is nobody in the publishing world (like me!) does nothing to promote their books. In fact, I’m so happy that one of my publishers told me how they appreciate my efforts in promoting my work and in return they promote my books more.

I don’t think self-promotion is hell though sometimes I feel it’s tough and I just don’t have the time to do anything else. But when I feel down, I just think myself as those actors and actresses who do world tours to promote their movies. Schizophrenic much? I hope not. ;) Well, if they get a bouquet of lilacs and roses after the screening of their movies, the least I can hope is that someone would recognize my name when they read it somewhere.


Guess 1 (one) mystery word and make a sentence with it. ;) Win a copy of my e-books. Please comment below with your guesses and email address. :D


On Dylan's birthday, his friends give him a chocolatey surprise -- a night at a private gay club, starring Jarrett, the most beautiful stripper he's ever seen. The pair have an obvious connection, but Dylan's hiding a big secret.

Jarrett has a rule: Never fall for a client. But Dylan is cute, and sweet, and Jarrett is only human, okay? But when the past comes back to haunt Dylan, will Dylan push him away, or will he help Dylan conquer his fears once and for all?


"You," Jarrett hisses.

Dylan looks at him, feeling helpless at Jarrett's enraged voice mixed with fear. Dylan bends down to pick up a shirt and jeans from the floor and hands them over. Jarrett snatches them from Dylan's hand.

"Yes, it's me. Dylan."

"Dylan Scott." Jarrett gets dressed, but his eyes never leave Dylan. "What are you? I didn't see you come in."

Dylan pauses. "I-I saw you from the window."

"From the window -- you were watching me?"

"Not really. I..." He's not lying. He was totally going to leave until he heard Jarrett's cry for help.

Jarrett doesn't seem to be listening, eyes turning big with suspicion.

"The window was locked... There's no broken glass..." Suddenly, Jarrett dashes toward the door, but Dylan is faster, of course.

He grabs Jarrett gently. "Relax," he murmurs in Jarrett's ear.

"Please don't hurt me," Jarrett pleads, his body trembling.

Dylan releases him at once. "I won't. All I want is to protect you."

Jarrett gazes up at him. "Why? I'm a complete stranger."

"I had you in my hand," Dylan said, and Jarrett's face turns crimson and turns away.

"It doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't it?" Dylan asks, and he frowns when Jarrett gathers a watch and set of keys from the nightstand.

"Where are you going?"

"Home," Jarrett says simply.

"Huh? I thought this was your apartment."

"Like I want to let a scumbag like him into my place?" Jarrett sneers, nodding at Jeff who's still lying on the floor unconscious. "What are you going to do to him? You going to kill him?"

"I don't go around killing people, if that's what you're asking."

"Then what? What do you do? How did you find me?" Jarrett squints up at him. "Are you one of those superheroes? But you're not wearing a cape or a mask." Jarrett giggles. "Listen to me. I must sound nuts."

Dylan smiles a little. "No, you don't. I'll tell you all about me later. Right now, let me make sure you get home safely."

Jarrett steps back. "Uh no, thank you. I'll drive. I don't want to fly or anything."


About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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