Welcome Liz Gavin

Liz Gavin stopped by Entertaining Stories today to tell us about her new book. Take it away Liz:

Thank you AWESOME READER for visiting today and Craig for having me on your blog!! Did you miss any stops on the UPSIDE DOWN BLOG TOUR? Check the lineup at 4WillsPublishing.


Welcome back! I’m thrilled you’ve stuck with us. Yesterday I discussed the importance of setting up a .doc file before formatting it into an eBook and the consequences of not doing so. Today my post is about – PRINTING YOUR BOOKS – will be briefer than the other ones. Not because it’s not important, on the contrary. This aspect of the indie publishing industry is much easier than it might seem.

Before I became a writer, I had always been an avid reader. I would read almost anything I could find. Granted, if the book was really awful, I wouldn’t finish it. Still, I would try to read it. I revered the printed pages of books to the point of being unable to write on them, to make notes on the margins, as some of my friends would do when we were teens. (Yes, I’m old. I grew up reading books, not Kindles! LoL)

Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that I viewed printed books as precious things. As I grew older, I learned authors worked hard before getting a break and being published. I discovered how expensive it was to print book. And heard about the minimum number of copies a publishing house needed to produce. This information added to my previous idea about the rarity of printed books.

Consequently, when I started toying with the possibility of writing my first short-stories, I didn’t dare consider printing them. I pushed that thought to the furthest corners of my mind and forgot about it. Until the day I didn’t remember to forget it. LoL

There are many companies offering ‘print-on-demand’ services – if you’re not familiar with the term, it means they will print and deliver books as customers buy them. I won’t discuss here the pros and cons of each one of them or the good and bad points of this method of printing books. I will just say that, in my opinion, as an indie writer, the greatest advantage of printing a book when the reader buys it is the cost. And the biggest disadvantage is the price. Meaning – indie authors can’t usually afford the traditional way of first printing books in large quantities and then selling them. On the other hand, printing-on-demand a 400-page book will make your selling price go up to the stratosphere if you want to keep a sizeable margin of profits.

Having said that, I must confess that I chose to offer my books in print, with a very small margin of profit, mainly because it fed my ego. There, I said it! But in my defense, I had my reasons. You see, that little girl I used to be, who spent hours in the neighborhood library gawking at the endless shelves of precious books, still lives inside me. She jumped around and somersaulted countless times when I held a printed copy of my first novel. I told myself I had decided to sell printed versions of my stories because many people don’t like reading eBooks. Although that might be a fact, little Liz Gavin is the real reason. She is saying, “I’m a ‘published author’ now. I ROCK!”

Like I said before, there are various companies to choose from when you decide to sell your stories in print. Personally, I stuck with CreateSpace because I thought it would be easier to work with a company from the Amazon group since most of my titles are published exclusively there.

Regarding the ‘how to’ part of using their services, I initially had problems with the formatting much as I described in my post yesterday about the eBooks. I won’t bore you repeating the post. I’ll just say that, although they don’t have a guide ready to be downloaded like KDP does, there are plenty of files you can access from their ‘Help’ tab which address specific formatting issues. It took me a while to go through them and get the hang of the set-up. Once I did, I created a template-file and saved it to my computer. After that, I copied and pasted the following story to the template-file and saved as a new one. I repeated the process with all the other books. Voilà. I could finally sell my stories in print.

Please, leave your thoughts below before you go!!

Author Bio

When Liz Gavin was in Second Grade – just a couple of years ago, really – her teacher told her mother the little girl should start a diary because she needed an outlet for her active and vivid imagination. She was a talkative child who would disrupt the class by engaging her colleagues in endless conversations. She loved telling them the stories her grandfather used to tell her.

Apparently, the teacher wasn’t a big fan of those stories, and Liz’s mother bought her a diary. She happily wrote on it for a couple of months. Unable to see the appeal of writing for her own enjoyment only, she gave up on it. She missed the audience her friends provided her in class. She went back to disturbing her dear teacher’s class.

Since then, she has become a hungry reader. She will read anything and everything she can get her hands on – from the classics to erotica. That’s how she has become a writer of erotica and romance, as well.

As a young adult, she participated in a student exchange program and lived in New Orleans for six months. She fell in love with the city and its wonderful inhabitants. NOLA will always hold a special spot in Liz Gavin’s heart. Nowadays, living in Brazil, Liz’s creativity has improved many times because it’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and sexy country.

Welcome to her world of hot Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you’ll get the picture.

Contact Information

My blog = https://lizgavin.wordpress.com

Twitter handle = @LizGavin_author

Facebook = www.facebook.com/liz.gavin.54

Email = lizgavin@elessarbooks.com

Book Blurb

Carol Anne Sullivan is a tough New York stock broker. She’s suffered enough in order to learn a hard lesson – never let love spoil her relationships. Her boyfriends know that rule from the start. She’s domineering and assertive but also faithful and fair while the relationship lasts.

Mark Aikens is Carol’s boyfriend. He’s been in love with her for a while but his submissive side hasn’t allowed him to rebel against her golden rule and to tell her how he feels. Fear of losing her forever might spur him into action.

Cindy O’Rourke has admired Carol from afar. So, she jumps at the opportunity to work for her idol. Little does she know, things will never be the same for her after that job interview

Carol has been going through a rough patch: world economical crisis, dysfunctional parents, demanding clients, faulty equipment. Without much time for herself, her love life is suffering. So what is the big deal if she fantasizes about a new employee when her boyfriend, Mark, can’t give her what she needs? The big deal is – the new receptionist, Cindy, is a woman who threatens to turn her world upside down

This is the steamy tale of an unconventional love triangle which should be read with an open mind and an open heart. Sometimes, love comes to our lives in unexpected ways but with such overwhelming power that the best course of action might be to surrender to it.

Book link on Amazon US = http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IFMMJY0

Book link on Amazon UK = http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00IFMMJY0

“This tour sponsored by 4WillsPublishing.wordpress.com.”


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WordPress is kind of slow today

I watched for blogs to read today, but there weren't as many as most days. I wonder if everyone is writing except me.

Let's liven this place up tonight.

This is my goat. There are many like him, but this one is mine.

I learned about a “game” today. I'm not much for gaming, because they are addicting. I usually have something better to do. When a beauty like this comes out, I just can't resist. This one is called Goat Simulator.

You get to drive around a virtual goat and break crap. That's it, nothing more. I found a YouTube video of this during lunch. I laughed so hard I cried. It comes with missions like getting run over by a truck. The goat files through the air, and acts like roadkill until you tell him to get up. He also gets to lick things. You get more points for licking things, but the people don't seem to like it.

The video alone sells this thing, but getting him blown up in a construction site is pretty fun too.

I have plans to write tomorrow, but tonight I'm breaking crap with my virtual goat. Bet you wish you had a virtual goat. This would probably be even more fun with another beer. See you later.


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Somebody stop me!

Today is my rotating day off. I got to the writing cabin early this morning. Lisa* had the coffee on, and a fire in my office fireplace. She had on her racing jacket, a short skirt, and heels.

I fired up my computer, and started re-reading my last chapter. I start every writing session this way. It was time for the good guys to recover the mcguffin.

But first… I ought to check WordPress. My service was sporadic, annoyingly so. It was almost like a sine wave of service. Catch it on the peak, and pages loaded – catch it in the valley, and everything stalled. It was so annoying, I started writing.

Lisa went about her chores and left me in peace.

Lisa loves the Will O' the Wisp

I must be past the dreaded middle. I started off with a trip across the city to recover the mcguffin. Once those characters recovered it, I changed to another character.

This character learned about mojo hands, dumped a gun barrel in the Mississippi, and went after the mcguffin himself.

When they met up it devolved into fisticuffs. Well, one punch, but the fist was the size of a milk jug.

Things got a little strange trying to stay in one perspective. I had to use *** breaks to explain what each character was doing as they got to their automobiles.

I wrote my first car chase scene. It was kind of short, but sometimes I think Hollywood carries things too far. At some point the police would show up.

Lisa came to check on me. “Are you about ready for a break?”

“Not right now, I’m on a roll.” I turned back to my writing.

She refreshed my cold coffee and left.

There were a couple of near misses in the car chase, then I destroyed one of the cars. A character died. A dog got scared. (Hey, he’s a character too.)

“I think the beer horns are about ready for beer time,” Lisa said.

“Not now, I need to get this idea down. I’ll be done in a minute.”

I got my survivors to the hospital. “Lisa! I need you to put on a suit and read some lines.” I heard her thunder upstairs.

She returned in her brown suit. “Ready. What am I this time.”

“An attorney.” I handed her my iPad. “Read this.”

She repeated the lines.

“No, no, no. That’s too cheerful. Try to be a little more forceful, bitchier even.”

She tried once more, and postured during the forceful points.

“Better, I need to change it.” I went back to writing.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little bit crazy today.”

I managed a maniacal laugh, and kept typing. My antihero spent some time in a roadside cafe, and managed to put two and two together. He’s been working for the bad guy all along. This isn’t going to end well for someone.

Lisa rattled around in the hallway. “Go on in there. You guys can be a little bit early today.” The enchanted beer horns ran into my office blasting their baritone notes in my ears.

“Wait, I need my heroine to feel bad now. She has to take responsibility for what happened.”

Lisa held up a growler of nice brown ale. “Look, beer. Mmmm. You like beer.”

“Yeah but.”

“Don’t you have Rafflecopter prizes to deliver?”

“But emotions. My heroine has to feel bad.”

She filled the horns with beer. “Oooh! It’s so cold and frothy. I’ll bet it’s good too.”

“But the internet sucks right now.”

“Okay, I’ll boost your signal. Come on, you can feed your plants some sardines. You always like it when they snap thing up.”

I picked up one of the beers and drank deeply. “Okay. I guess I can stop for the day. I managed 6500 words, and could have gotten more.”

“I know you could, but you’re getting weird. It’s time to walk away for the day.”

*Lisa is the main character in Wild Concept. She’s a robot and helps me around the writing cabin these days.


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A blog hop, kind of, sort of

Ali Isaac tagged me to participate in a Facebook project. I don’t have a Facebook account, and don’t particularly want one. I mentioned that to Ali, as I slipped toward the door. She said, “That’s okay, I posted my stuff on my blog too. You can do that.”

I read her post, here. It’s kind of a combo about her slowing down blogging for a bit to make some writing time. The part for me involves sharing the first seven lines of my work in progress.

I never quite do these things right. It isn’t fair for me to tag others, when I don’t Facebook personally. I also recently posted something about my novel in progress. I’ll run it out there again, but am giving it an extra line or two to get to the creepy part.

The Playground

Tommy Fazio lit the black candles in his seventeenth floor office and pulled down on some surgical gloves. The faint light revealed a bank of computer systems with cables leading to an autopsy table. The smell of burning tallow mingled with that of bleach.

He pulled on a white lab coat and walked up to the girl on the table. She was six or seven years old, it didn’t matter. Cables ran into every opening in her body, with a large one stitched inside her abdomen. Bloody slobber hung out her mouth and dripped into a plastic bucket. He wiggled the cable between her legs and she coughed.

“This one’s about finished,” Tommy said.

He spoke again, but in a deep baritone voice. “Yes. We need another one within the day.”


What the heck, here are some lines from a short story I wrote.

A Humid Business

The antiquated chunk of metal spun lazily in its weightless environment. As it passed over Germany it finished its final orbit and atmospheric friction started to warm it. The glowing purple growth on the exterior doubled in size at the onset of heat, much the same way a loaf of bread expands in a hot oven.

There were reports from Japan of a strange flash in the night as its orbit disintegrated and it burst into flames. Several ships reported the same thing further to the east.

I pulled on my coveralls and started my truck. We were stringing wire for the new high tension lines that would bring hydroelectric power to the coast…

Because I don’t Facebook, I’m not tagging anyone. If you want to play along, please feel free. If you leave a link in the comments I’ll read your post.


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Trying for my Sunday post

We ground up the peach branches today. They dried well enough to go through the chipper without making a knot of green bark around the motor. The tree looks good, and is leafing out well. The flowers I are gone, and I wait to see how many peaches it will set.

I actually got to watch the Diamondbacks beat the Dodgers last night. The new rookie pitcher took out the top pitcher in the National league. It was awesome. I even got to see a Goldschmit home run.

This is a rare thing for me. Games are frequently blocked out and I can't watch them. Network television doesn't seem to think baseball exists beyond the Yankees or Red Sox.

Now I'm watching the Game of Thrones marathon on HBO. It's a nice warm up to the premier of the new season tonight. Can't wait to see what Tyrian Lannister is up to.

Is anyone else watching tonight?


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Suspense Techniques

One of the things I really enjoyed about Will O’ the Wisp was using suspense in the story. I’m over at Stefan Vucak’s blog today talking about some of the techniques. Check it out at this link.


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I stayed up late last night and hacked out 2500 words on my novel. Old What's Her Face* went to the movies with our daughter-in-law. Something fast and furious. I was told since I hadn't seen the others, I didn't need to see this one. She loves me like that.

I freaked out for a couple of days over my live author event. I never did receive a link to help me find it. If it hadn't been for Marlena Hand tweeting the link I never would have found it. Thank you, Marlena. Even then, my iPad hated the site, and I could not log in.

The Mac was fine with it though. After I got logged in, it was pretty fun. It started off pretty demure with everyone saying “Hi” for fifteen minutes. After that it was great. There were a few quiet minutes, so I posted my own question or something to keep everyone talking. I would absolutely do it again. Best of all, it sold books. I think it was the most singularly productive stop on the entire blog tour.

These folks are all writers, and they all post reviews, so I'm pretty excited about the outcome.

Old What's Her Face went to some kind of workout camp while I chatted. She has a new sports bra. She couldn't get it on without it rolling up and I had to help her. That was pretty funny. Like I know anything about it??? Still, it gives me something to embarrass her over online, so there is that.

We're going to have date night tonight. She already told me I might have to help her take it off too. Cracks me up.

There is one more stop on this blog tour tomorrow. Thanks to everyone that checked it out. I really dig the comments, and appreciate all of you. Will O' the Wisp is off to a great start.

On a downer note one of my favorite bloggers shut down his blog. I'm going to miss Doobster a lot. I hope he's okay, because he didn't give a lot of information. People come and go, and I understand that. I wish him the best in whatever he does.

Short and sweet tonight. Some kind of beef and some kind of beer for me. Have a great night everyone.

*Entertaining Stories; protecting my wife's identity since 2013.


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