Seriously, though, didn’t you JUST have Advanced Review Copy sign-ups? It sure feels like it! It was back in April when I sent my last one out, but when you do a rapid-release, you need to do everything rapidly.
Now, I realize, of course, that my last post was called Why Bother? A Constant Writer Battle (about the struggles of this very series) However, that doesn’t change the fact that the book still needs eyeballs on it in advance of release day: Aug. 9, 2022.
What exactly does an ARC reader do? Excellent question, glad you asked. ARC readers are given a digital copy of my soon-to-be-released book to read in advance of anyone else, in exchange for their honest feedback/review of said book. It’s a gamble for the reader and a gamble for the writer. However, in this current market, reviews are a good way to get algorithms to take notice of a new title. Hence, why authors rely so heavily on them. They are a necessary evil.
My ARC copies have been to the editor, but, as we all know, typos happen. So, I do lean on my ARC readers to give me a heads up if they notice something is off or the formatting is janky. They are the last set of eyes on the manuscript before it goes out into the wild.
If you have happened to already read Vol. 1 and Vol. 2 and are itching to either get your hands on an early copy or are willing to help an indie author out, then you can sign up to be on the team here.
Read these? Need more? Then sign up to read Vol. 3 before anyone else can buy it!
I’ve been at this indie/small press author gig since 2011. In that time, I’ve written 18 titles. Some of them actually made a profit. Most have not. Why? Well, let’s break down the cost a minute.
It takes about $500 (roughly) for me to produce a novel (novella’s slightly less) to produce. While there is no cost to upload your books on distribution sites (Amazon, Apple, Barns & Noble, etc.) there is a cost to produce them. Unless you are with a press, then these costs are absorbed by them, but publishers come with a lower royalty rate for you as the author. For the purpose of this blog, we’ll assume this is an indie project.
Editing: It costs me about .0065 cents per word. The longer the book, the bigger the cost. So my Where You Left Me novella series is approximately 32,000 words, or about $208 bucks. A typical novel for me is approximately 65,000 words or $425 bucks. in an ideal world, I’d also prefer to hire a second proof-editor to do one final pass-through. They typically charge a little less, like maybe, .004 cents a word, but that’s an additional hundred or two. Often, I can’t afford that final proof. Which is frustrating. I don’t want typos in my books any more than you want to see them. Trust me.
Cover Design: This varies wildly by designer, but most will have a pre-made selection for less, where you can pick from certain designs but with the ONLY change being the title/name/back blurb. If you want images swapped out or other alterations, you’re now looking at a custom design, and your designer needs to be compensated for that. For the Where You Left Me series, I found a pre-made. For $69 bucks (*snicker) But that’s $69 for each cover in that series because she’s making some slight tweaks to each pre-made.
Marketing: You could drop some serious money here. Either with ads, NL promo swaps, and swag, it all adds up to your final budget before a book goes live.
Once it’s out there in the world, there is about a 90-day window in which to make your return on investment. Sure, your book will still sell after that day, but, on average, your book will sell the most in that 90-day window. After 90 days have passed you add up your profit and subtract your expenses.
In the red, then you need to look at where you’re spending money and where you can cut back. For me, that means marketing has to be gutted. Which is ironic because without marketing, how does your book get seen? Excellent question and if you know the answer, let me know. One of the horrific catch-22s. Some, choose to cut back on editing and only pay for a proof round, which will leave their manuscript with more issues than they would probably like. Or, they’ll take a chance and try to design a cover of their own. Another gamble.
It’s a personal choice every author has to take when looking at their ROI (return on investment.) For me though, cover and edits have to stay. I know my limitations and graphic design and grammar ain’t my strongest attributes. (Yes, I used ‘ain’t’ on purpose.)
Even with those cutbacks, my last book, Where You Left Me, Vol. 2 has not earned me back an ROI, as of yet, as you can see below. It still has 2 months to earn back but usually, sales drop off after the first month so it will be an interesting one to watch.
Yes, it’s depressing.
To add insult to injury, as of this writing, there are only 4 reviews for Vol. 2 on Amazon. Thems the breaks, kid. So, Danielle, why bother writing this series if isn’t earning back your ROI? An author’s dilemma.
I’m continuing to write the series no one is currently reading, not just because of author ego (because there is absolutely some of that) but mostly because I assumed this lack of sales from the start. I’m writing under a new pen name and writing my first ever series in a world that wants to binge content. Readers don’t typically enjoy starting a series that isn’t finished. So, right at the start, series are a hard sell until they are complete.
I’m writing this series with the full knowledge that I likely won’t see an ROI until all five books are out. In fact, I’m not even really marketing these hard anywhere until all five books have at least a pre-order link up. I’m not running ads, I’m not doing NL swaps, and I’m not even buying/making swag (gasp!) right now. That will come once there is a clear funnel for all five books. Until then, I’m writing the content that I’m hoping readers will want to binge read once the series is complete. I’m playing the long game. If I write it they will come. (double entendre intended. It is a spicy romance after all.)
If you haven’t jumped aboard this ride, and want to before all five books are out, I won’t object. You can even start the story for free.
Hard to believe, but Vol. 3 of my Where You Left Me series is going to the editor on Monday! I’ve gone through four drafts of this volume. Most stories I write get at least four drafts, sometimes more, but rarely less. I thought it might be fun to explain what I do in each draft.
Eeeep, so fun!
First draft=Word vomit. The story comes out as mostly dialogue. Inconsistencies and typos are galore. But the bones of the story get laid out.
Third draft=Adding in sensory details. Fine-tuning phrases. Killing repetitive words and crutch words.
Fourth draft=Listening to it read aloud by Word. Listening for missing words, wonky sentences/flow.
Editor=The editor does her thing. Catches so many errors it makes you question your sanity.
Personal Revisions=I look at the editor’s suggestions, and either take them or leave them (I almost always take them unless I’ve decided on something for a reason. But I go through each and every one of her suggestions and either accept or reject them.)
Format=Once the edits are in play, I’ll format the manuscript for e-book and paperback and create EPUB/MOBI files for the next stage.
ARC Readers=Advanced Review/Reader Copies. A small selection of trusted readers get the first look at the edited, but an unpublished manuscript in advance of the release. These readers act as the final eyeballs before it goes live. Only small things like typos or formatting issues can be caught her. If your plot sucks… it’s too late to change it now! These readers also have the option to leave a review on release day so this can be a make-or-break situation. ARC copies going out are wildly terrifying for an author because if you hated it, there isn’t time to change anything.
Then, it’s live to the world, for better or worse.
Currently, Vol. 4 is in the First Draft phase. I’m up to Chapter 16 and should be done with that draft in a few weeks. Then, I’ll give it a week or so to get out of my immediate headspace so I can come back to it with a fresh set of eyes for that dreaded draft two revision. Vol. 5 will start its first draft at the end of the year.
Wanna get in on the ride? It’s a steamy contemporary romance about being left at the altar and just how great that turns out to be.
Every few months, I like to do a giveaway either here on my blog or do an exclusive giveaway to my Newsletter subscribers. They got the last giveaway option, so this time, I thought I’d let my blog readers in on the fun!
Up for grabs are not one, but two signed paperbacks! Where You Met Me, Vol. 1 AND Vol.2!
Eeep!
WARNING: These books contain sexy scenes with lots of details, so if you’re not down for that, maybe skip this one!
If, however, steamy/spicy contemporary romance is your thing, fill out this super-duper short form and that’s it! At the end of the month, I’ll pick the lucky receivers!
Vol. 3 is already up for pre-order and will be going to the editor very soon! Vol. 4 is over halfway written and Vol. 5 will be shortly behind it. Winning these would be a great way to get started on this steamy romance.
It’s been about three weeks since Where You Left Me, Vol. 2 dropped. The reviews are trickling in (as they do for a second in a series.) And what are those limited reviews saying about where Jasmine and Shawn are at this point in the series? Glad you asked!
Here’s what they are saying so far…
I happen to agree with that last one. I’m sure glad my mom hasn’t read this one!
Haven’t started this series yet? There are a few ways to start. You can snag the free intro chapter to see if you like my writing style and direction the story might go, or dive right into Vol. 1 (The freebie is just bonus content, but it’s FREE!)
Yes, I just had a release on May 10th, but when is the NEXT one? Great question. August 9th! Vol. 3 is finished and just waiting to go to the editor next month *gasp! Then I’ll set up ARCs and get that ready to rock but the pre-order is already up and running!
Vol. 4 and 5 will be out in early 2024 (I’m still writing those!) In November, I’ll be releasing a full-length novel I’ve held on the back burner for a while so that the series could get a running start. Then, in 2024, I’ll have an additional 2 releases coming your way. Four releases a year. That’s the plan. It may not seem like a lot compared to other authors, but the day job takes up a lot of time. Ha. I’m writing as fast as I can. Promise!
Speaking of, I need to get back at it. These words won’t write themselves. I know, I’ve asked.
For those on the fence with the Where You Left Me series I thought I’d offer up the first chapter of Vol. 1. as a fun freebie.
2 more volumes in the works!
Where You Left Me (Vol. 1)
1. At the Altar
So, this is it. This is the place where you left me. Not very original, I have to say. I would have thought you’d come up with something less cliché than leaving me at the altar, but now that I’ve had a minute to think about it, everything about you was predictable. Ordinary. Nothing earth-shattering. Not even the sex. Yeah, that was all fake by the way.
Believe it or not, you leaving me standing here all alone is not the worst part about this messed-up day. It’s what you’re making me do now that’s pissing me off. Because of your spineless ass, I need to go out to that waiting crowd and face my parents. Hell, I have to face your parents and all your dipshit friends you made me invite. This should not be my job. You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Because, of course, you were banging one of my bridesmaids. You couldn’t be more of a tool if you tried.
Then again, what does that make me in this story? No. I will not be the loser in this scenario. Screw that. Screw you. You saved me a lifetime of regret and bad dick. So, you know what? Thank you. Thank you for taking years of misery off my shoulders.
Pacing rings in the minister’s chambers next to the altar, my fingers stopped their assault on the phone’s keypad while I read over my response to Dwayne after his dramatic dash from the church moments earlier. Emma’s bouquet still lay on the floor where she’d dropped it to take his hand to run down the rose petal aisle together. To hell with the both of them.
Never reply in anger, I could almost hear my mother whispering in my ear. I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders back. I put the phone down without sending the message but keeping the words for fine-tuning later.
Adjusting the bottom of my dress, I winced. The tug against the sticky tape holding my girls in place reminded me not to move quite so much. Stupid strapless dress. After a quick check, I determined they wouldn’t be escaping their cage anytime soon. I wished for the umpteenth time I had gone with the A-line dress I’d wanted instead of this strapless monster. I hated strapless anything. My boobs were too big for such a dress, but Dwayne’s mother, Dwayna, of all things, had insisted on it. She’d gone on and on about how strapless dresses were her little Dwayne’s favorite. Dwayna and Dwayne. That really should have alerted me right there that his family was nuts.
While there was a ridiculous amount of relief knowing I didn’t have to marry the guy, I found myself being angry as hell about missing out on the honeymoon. That was the only thing I’d been looking forward to. Not being his wife, but finally getting to go to The Bahamas.
That truth should have been a red flag, but when you lived in a hick town as I did, the choices weren’t many, so you took what you could get, and Dwayne was one of the few bachelors within a hundred-mile radius.
I figured I could learn to deal with his boring personality and his serial-killer eyes if we could occasionally get out of this dump. That had been one of Dwayne’s few perks. He had to travel a bit for his work. Even though it would be short trips where we’d likely only see the hotel, it didn’t matter. Anything to get me out of Erwin.
By leaving me, Dwyane was taking that great escape from this boring life away from me. I mean, sure, I could go on my honeymoon alone, but how depressing would that be? Going to the most romantic place on earth solo would be salt in an open wound. It wasn’t fair. Why did my life have to get turned upside down because of that dipshit?
Hell no. This was my wedding day. If he didn’t want to marry me, that was his loss. I wasn’t about to change my plans for him. I was going to get married and go on my honeymoon as scheduled. I just needed to find a groom. No problem.
After grabbing my bouquet of slightly bent flowers off the floor, I came out of the minister’s chambers where I had locked myself away. As soon as the door opened, my mom rushed over to me, her eyes red with worry. All attention turned my way, and a hush fell over the waiting family and friends as they shifted in the pews to watch what I’d do next. I’m sure they all expected a nervous breakdown.
Clearing my throat, I gave them all a pleasant smile.
“Be with you all in a second,” I assured them. “Mom, you can go back and sit with Dad now. I’ve got this.”
She looked up at me, ready to swoop in and try and save me from myself, but I held my hand up. “Please, Mom. Just sit. Trust me.”
Through tears, she shuffled her way back over to my dad, who seemed entirely confused about the whole thing. That made two of us, Pops.
Walking to my spot at the front, I addressed the waiting crowd.
“Sorry about that slight hiccup. We seem to be down one groom. Not to worry, though. You came here to see a wedding, and a wedding you shall see.” I glanced over to Dwayne’s wedding party. Of the four men he’d chosen, only one of them was unmarried. He was easily in his sixties, but hey, I was desperate.
“Carl, I know we don’t know each other well, but would you like to get hitched?”
There were a few uncomfortable laughs.
He cocked his head, clearly confused.
“I’m serious. Look, let’s get married. We’ll honeymoon in The Bahamas. What do ya say?”
He continued to blink his eyes like a broken stoplight. The man was in shock, clearly.
“Carl?” I asked again. Don’t leave me hanging, dude. “You up for a little fun in the sun?”
“Um… I’m gay.” There were a few audible gasps and one woman in the front crossed herself.
I sighed. “Ah. How about just sun, and no fun then?” His expression gave me my answer. “Okay. Fine.” I turned to face the pews. Surely someone here would be game for a little adventure. “So, it turns out Carl here is a bust. That means it’s someone’s lucky day. Who wants to get married?”
There were several whispers of shock as people realize I’d officially lost it, but zero takers. My mom looked at me like I’d grown a second head while my father stood up, ready to drag me out of the church and save me the embarrassment. I held my hand up at them both and turned back to the onlookers.
“Seriously? No takers?” I begged. “This is a legitimate offer. You’d get a free trip to The Bahamas! All you’d need to do is take a week of work off with zero notice… just happen to have a passport on your person and want to spend a week in a tiny cabin with me.”
Now that I’d said it out loud, I realized how crazy my idea was.
“Okay, I get it. It’s a tad nuts. I mean, who can up and leave their life behind for a week to sit on a beach with a girl who rocks a bikini.”
“Jazz!” my mother hissed.
“What? I do.” I may not have a lot of things, but great control top bikini I had.
I lifted my hand holding the bouquet over my eyes to peer into the crowd, searching for anyone who might be willing.
“Anthony!” I shouted. “You know you want to come with me.” I pointed at him with the flowers. Anthony was my co-worker at the library and barely ever said more than a “hello” to me, but who needed a big talker on the beach? All I needed was a body beside me, so I didn’t look so pathetic.
“No, thank you,” he said softly.
I frowned. Well, this was embarrassing. Even with an all-expenses-paid trip to The Bahamas and these boobs, still, no one wanted me. My shoulders slumped. Story of my life.
“I’ll do it,” someone said to my left.
My heart kicked up as I scanned for who spoke up. The voice had come from the back, but I couldn’t tell where exactly. That’s when a lanky-looking guy stood up. A more opposite guy from Dwayne you could not get. Where Dwayne was in his forties with an office manager’s physique, this guy was maybe fifteen pounds heavier than me soaking wet. His dark hair needed a cut as it hung over his eyes in loose waves. Two dimples greeted me with a warm smile. Christ. He was just a kid. Early twenties at best. Not that I was old, but a thirty-year-old and a twenty-year-old did not exactly have too much in common.
Does that honestly matter, Jazz? And hell, he might even be fun to play with. That would teach Dwayne to leave me.
“Perfect! Get your tiny little ass up here. Let’s get hitched.”
My mom stood up then, ready to object, but I held up my finger. “No, Mom. I love you, but no. I’m doing this. I deserve a wedding. I have worked too hard for this day to throw it away. We have a bride and now a groom. The show must go on!”
I glanced back over to my new fiancé, who was still standing where he was near the back, probably unsure if I was serious or not.
“Let’s go, Romeo. The reception kicks off in about forty minutes. And we have a flight to catch in the morning.”
“Peanut,” my mother pleaded, “are you sure this is what you want? There is no shame in walking away. It might be good for you to get some time on your own… Maybe don’t jump so fast into another relationship again?” Ouch, Mom. “Take some time for yourself. Figure out what you want in life. You don’t need a man to complete you, pumpkin.”
“I know that, Mom, but what I want is to go on this damn trip that I’ve been dreaming about since I was a little girl. And I’d like to have some company when I’m there. Ideally of the masculine kind.” I smiled at my mom, who blushed three shades of red.
But that made me wonder if that might be a non-starter.
“Hey, dimples, you’re not gay, are you?”
“No.” He laughed, finally making it out of the pew.
“Married?” I countered.
“Not yet but give me a second to walk down the aisle.”
He had a sense of humor. I could work with that.
As he headed down the aisle, I held up a hand. “Wait! You’re at least eighteen, right?”
At that, he gave me another full dimpled grin. Damn. Even from far away I knew that would look sexy up close.
“I’m twenty-seven.”
“No shit?” Murmurs spread through the church as I flinched. “Sorry, God,” I said to the ceiling. “It’s been a rough morning.”
It was at that moment I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I saw the minister. “A word, please?”
I glanced back at dimples and pointed at the steps.
“You. Wait there.”
He gave me a salute as he headed for the spot Dwayne once held.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He really was a cutie, at least from far away. Pulling me back to reality, the minister cleared his throat, and I let him lead me into his chambers again. Once he closed the door, he gave me a sad smile.
“I realize this must be a whirlwind day for you, given the circumstances, but I’m sorry, I can’t marry you.”
“Is it because I cursed in the church? That slipped out—”
“No. It’s not that, my child. It’s just, well, you don’t have a marriage license to marry this one.”
I scoffed. “Obviously. I literally met the guy right now.”
“Well, without that certificate, I’m afraid my hands are tied.”
Right. The marriage certificate. A tiny detail I neglected to consider in my plan to save face.
“Can you fake it?” I asked.
“Fake it?”
“Yeah. Like they do in movies. Say all the things you’d normally say.”
His eyebrows pinched together. “Yes, I could, but the marriage wouldn’t be binding—”
“Understood. I don’t think anyone here is under the illusion that any of this would be binding. All you’re doing here is helping me save a little face in front of my family.” He gave me a sad smile. “Look, I know this probably seems desperate, but I have sunk a lot of time and effort into this day. I refuse to have the day ruined because my ex proved to be an unfaithful dick-wad,” I said, flinching at my language. “Sorry. But it’s true.”
He raised an eyebrow but then said, “If you want a fake wedding, you can have it. It’s your money.”
Yes, it was. My money had paid for everything. Right down to the ugly bridesmaids’ dresses. If I had to be miserable in my dress, so did they. I’d saved up a lifetime for this moment, and I would be damned if it was about to be stolen from me because the groom bailed.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I said, adjusting my veil. The stupid thing was so long and lacy it was hard to see clearly through.
As I was walking back to my spot, I wondered suddenly if the dude was as cute as the lace had made him out to be. But before I could check, the minister said, “Well, it looks like we have enough parties to have a wedding after all. Might we have the processional music again to refocus our energy, Grace?” He nodded toward the pianist, who quickly began to play.
“So, I’m Jazz,” I whispered to the guy beside me. “Er, Jasmine Fairchild.”
He turned to look at me, shooting me those adorable dimples again. “Shawn Maven.”
Hell, even his name was sexy. I held out my hand. “Nice to meet you.” He took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was remarkably warm against mine.
“Likewise,” he whispered.
I felt a shiver run through me. This was either going to be the most amazing thing I’d ever done or the worst.
Find out what happens to this new ‘couple’ in the Where You Left Me series!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s release day for Where You Left Me, Vol. 2! Jasmine and Shawn’s story continues today!
The story picks up right where Vol. 1 left off so get ready to go on a honeymoon… with a perfect stranger. Being coupled up in a small cabin on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Whatever will these two do with all that time together? *cough.
For those who might be unaware, the Where You Left Me series will be a collection of five novellas (and one mini-prequel as bonus content) that I’m releasing as rapidly as my fingers can go. (I’m actually writing Vol. 4 right now.) The series focuses on Jasmine Fairchild, a soon-to-be 30-year-old woman who is left at the altar.
In Vol. 1, we get to see what happens in the moments following said ex running off with one of her bridesmaids. She has a choice. Wallow in the embarrassment of being abandoned, or picking a random stranger to marry and go on the honeymoon she paid for. She chooses the latter.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s release day for Where You Left Me, Vol. 2! Jasmine and Shawn’s story continues today!
The story picks up right where Vol. 1 left off so get ready to go on a honeymoon… with a perfect stranger. Being coupled up in a small cabin on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Whatever will these two do with all that time together? *cough.
For those who might be unaware, the Where You Left Me series will be a collection of five novellas (and one mini-prequel as bonus content) that I’m releasing as rapidly as my fingers can go. I’m actually writing Vol. 4 right now. The series focuses on Jasmine Fairchild, a soon-to-be 30-year-old woman who is left at the altar.
In Vol. 1, we get to see what happens in the moments following her former running off with one of her bridesmaids. She has a choice. Wallow in the embarrassment of being abandoned, or picking a random stranger to marry and go on the honeymoon she paid for. She chooses the latter.
In Vol. 2 she and her ‘new groom,’ Shawn Maven, are heading off on their honeymoon: a week-long cruise to The Bahamas. Where they will share the same bed in a small cabin, in the middle of an ocean for days at a time. Sure hope they don’t get bored…
Now, fair warning, this series is a steamy romance, which means the, er, action is on the page. There are no closed doors in this series, so if that isn’t your cup of tea, skip it. If, however, you like a little spice with your romance, then LET’S GO ON A HONEYMOON!
Now, fair warning, this series is a steamy romance, which means the, er, action is on the page. There are no closed doors in this series, so if that isn’t your cup of tea, skip it. If, however, you like a little spice with your romance, then LET’S GO ON A HONEYMOON!
Well then…
Next post, I’ll share chapter 1 from Vol. 1 to give you a taste of what the series is about. Until then, I’ll be celebrating my 18th title. Wow. It’s weird even typing that when I still so very clearly remember a time when I felt pathetic for only having two books out.
Laters Gators (a thousand points to those who get this recent series reference)
For paperback collectors, I’ll be ordering paperbacks of it this week so if you need a signed copy, let me know here: https://forms.gle/CSA54pZcSxW8cMvYA
My “babies.”
By the end of next year, that bottom row will have filled out nicely (as long as I stay on my writing plan!) I’ve always wanted to be one of those writers with a large backlist. Now that I’m well on my way to having that, there is a downside. I’m officially out of room to display them in the current racks I have! That means a few of these beauties will need to be taken off those shelves and tucked onto the author copy shelf.
The first to be taken off will be my Short Shorts (I love ya, little collection, but no one else does.) The fantasy/paranormal will drop off next mostly because I’m not writing in those genres anymore. I’ll still stock some for signings and such, but they won’t hold the coveted display case honor anymore.
Eventually, my two cases will be split into Romantic Suspense under my Danielle Bannister name. And my Contemporary Romance under Dani Bannister will live in another. That will mean renaming a few titles currently published. A daunting hurdle I don’t have the bandwidth to tackle yet. For now, my backlist is a bit of a melting pot while I figure out the two genres I’m finally settling on. Only took me ten years to pick a lane, and even then, I had to pick two! What can I say? I’m a Libra. I need balance!
It’s safe to assume that next Tuesday, this blog space will be reserved for release day info. You’ve been warned! 😉
Until next time, friends, I hope you’re all doing FABULOUS!
It’s time, it’s time! It’s ARC (Advanced Review Copy) time for Where You Left Me, Vol. 2! If you’ve read Vol. 1 and want to be one of the very first to read Vol.2 before it hits shelves in exchange for an honest review, then have I got a sign up for you!
And more are on the way!
If you haven’t yet, you can snag Where You Met Me for free. It’s a prequel to the moments that happen right before Vol. 1 starts. It’s not essential to the series, but it does provide some insight into what Shawn was doing at Jasmine’s wedding in the first place. A bit of juicy fun.
Vol. 2 is already up for pre-order as I gear up for launch day, and Vol. 3’s pre-order link will be close behind it. There are two more volumes planned for this series that will come out in 2023, but these four slices of the story should keep you going for a while, (I hope.) I’m writing them as fast as my schedule allows. This whole 9-5 day job thing puts a TINY (huge) crunch on my writing time, but I’m going as fast as I can to give you more of Jasmine and Shawn!
Danielle Bannister, Author 