A Humongo Thank You!

A big thank you to all who supported (or endured!) the Rumspringa social media blitz this weekend. I was able to cultivate a TON of downloads and shelves over on Goodreads. I can’t WAIT for folks to start reading this one.

I think the highest Rumspringa ranked on the teen fiction chart was #15 but I didn’t get a screen shot of it. What was interesting was that once Rumspringa landed on the adult romance fiction Top 100 list, the downloads snowballed. Check out Rumspringa's steamy company...

L.O.V.E. that!

Sadly, the free promotion ended only a few hours after. Such is the life of an indie author! So don’t be afraid to experiment and take what you’ve learned to grow.

If you downloaded Rumspringa for free and liked it, please consider writing a review on Amazon or Goodreads. Many thanks!

Thanks again for your support!

All best!

Rumspringa FREE on Amazon

In the most counter intuitive marketing plan ever, Rumspringa is FREE on Amazon! It magically drives up sales (go figure). No, really. It worked for Between and I'm not even kidding you. Please share with your social media profusely. Many thanks!

Rumspringa Debut on Amazon!

Here is my young adult novel debut entitled Rumspringa. Isn't the cover gorgeous? Don't you just want to pee your pants? I know!

I found this photo over Thanksgiving break last year and knew at once, this was it. The cover models look exactly like I pictured my protagonists. Sarah's long hair flowing up is a striking image. The novel is told in alternating viewpoints between Liam and Sarah and I am so excited to finally share their story with you! So clear the decks and get yourself ready for a great read! 

p.s. To purchase, please click on the cover image in the sidebar. If you read Rumspringa and like it, please consider writing an Amazon review. Many thanks!

p.p.s. Don't have a Kindle? If you have a computer or smart phone download the free Kindle app. That works, too!

p.p.p.s. (last one, I swear!) Please feel free to tweet, link to your Facebook, email your friends and share with your social network profusely! All the best! :-)

Teaser Tuesday

Here is the final teaser...

Rumspringa Teaser #6 - Liam 

          I didn't quite understand the specifics but none of the Amish drove motor vehicles. If they wanted to get anywhere further than walking distance, they used their horse and buggy. And if they wanted to travel quickly, they hired drivers. I'd seen the ads on the bulletin boards at the Gas-n-Go.

          We stepped outside into the chilly dawn and I could see our breaths in short puffs. “It’s over here," I said leading her to Jerry's battered old gray Ford Escort, my new wheels. It needed some work, the engine had to be coaxed to life in these brittle temperatures but even so, I was glad for the freedom it provided out here in the country. Often after work, I'd drive the back roads just to roam around and clear my head.

          I opened the passenger door for her and quickly shoved the empty Yoo-hoo bottles over and miscellaneous trash to make some room. Without saying any more we got in and she fumbled with the seat belt, her ears turning pink.

          I leaned over and fastened her in. I got a whiff of her shampoo, something fruity. She looked frightened and leaned way back, out of my way so I could adjust the strap. I guessed the prospect of riding with me in a car would be nerve racking for any Amish girl. I started the engine after pumping the gas pedal a couple of times. The tunes from my iPod were attached to the car radio and Distrubed blasted from the speakers. Sarah grimaced and covered her ears with her hands. I quickly turned the music off and she released her grip. Her face was white and she pressed an open palm to her heart as though she’d just been shocked.

          “Not a popular song in Amishland?"

          “Nein.” She shook her head but I noticed the corners of her mouth slightly turn up suppressing a grin.

Manic Monday

Rumspringa Teaser #5 - Sarah

“Let’s make a pot of regular," Rebecca said, interrupting my thoughts. She removed the orange handled decanter from the bottom and placed it on the top burner. She leaned over to open the cabinet below and took a pre-filtered bag of coffee out, then ripped open the foil packaging and placed the grounds in the machine. "Do you think the rumors about him are true?" she whispered.

"Rumors?" I repeated, wiping down the counter with a dish towel. She pressed the button that illuminated an orange light, indicating the brewing cycle had started. She nodded her head toward Liam. "They say he's a big city boy from Chicago. A drug dealer. Killed somebody."

"Nooo," I said and clucked my tongue. "Rebecca do not spread gossip," I admonished, alarmed that she should voice my own thoughts so clearly. I continued straightening the creamer and plastic stirrers.

“I heard about it at school.” Rebecca turned to face me and grinned, squeezing my forearm. "He's easy on the eyes, ya?"

I twisted around to get a good look at him over the open counter between the kitchen and the dining area. The jet black of his sharply angled hair cut swept over one of his darkly lined eyes accentuating their blueness. The effect was striking. He had a wide, generous mouth that looked out of place with the rest of his features. As if sensing I was watching him, he suddenly looked up at me, not bothering to flick his inky black hair out of his face and our eyes met. I quickly glanced away, embarrassed to be caught staring but not before I noticed the tingling sensation that skated down my spine. More than just his appearance, something about him set me on edge.

Sunday Sing-a-long

Here is another excerpt from Rumspringa... Enjoy!

Rumspringa Teaser #4 - Liam

          I obviously didn't get the memo. Surrounded by a group of severely conservative looking teenagers at the Apfel Haus Restaurant employee meeting wearing pressed khakis, buttoned up collared shirts and long dresses, my dark jeans and leather jacket stood out. I was used to my appearance causing a stir, especially when I used egg whites to stiffen out my Mohawk into pointed spikes for a night on the town in Chicago, where the occasional muttered insult of "freak" was the norm. But these teenagers— dressed like grandma and grandpa— were like something out of the early 20th century.