Bronwen’s Comments (group member since Dec 21, 2011)

Bronwen’s comments from the Scratch a back group.

Great idea, Dani - I will do the same!

Hi everyone - I have two traditionally published books but the lead time to market is too long. I will still keep the TP route but also self-publish as long as I use professional editing servies.

Here is some of what I write - Regency historical romance

"May I have the pleasure of this dance, Miss Goodly? That is, if your dance card is not already full."
His deep, rich, voice,--rough with a bite, yet thoroughly intoxicating--made her giddier than the cheap champagne she was drinking. She swung towards the tower of masculinity encapsulating her in his shadow, sending the bubbles splashing over the side of her glass.
The Lord of Wicked wished to dance with her. With her!
It was hard to remain composed with champagne dripping from her gloved fingers. "I don't believe we have been formally introduced, my lord." She tried to shake the drops off her gloves before she had to give him her hand.
Anthony's wolfish smile made her grip the glass harder. "My brother, mother and I, are Lady Sudbury's houseguests, as you well know. You were here when we arrived this afternoon. She's kindly taken us in while my house is uninhabitable." He raised a dark eyebrow. "You have heard about the fire?"
All she could do was nod. Her tongue felt like dried bread.
"I saw you peering down over the banister when we arrived. No one but ourselves will know we have not been properly introduced." His wicked smile widened. "It shall be our little secret."
Melissa's face heated as she stared at the large hand he held out to her. She gripped the champagne glass, looking around for somewhere to put her drink. She wouldn't miss this dance for the world.
"Shall I take that for you?" Without waiting for a reply he pried the glass from her hand and beckoned a servant. Glass dispensed with, he turned his full attention on her. "Shall we?" and he offered his arm.
The crowd of guests turned to vapor. All Melissa could see, feel, hear and sense was him.
She was blind to the glittering candles and immune to the music filling the ballroom. She simply let him guide her, his arms holding her gently in the waltz. His scent filled her being -- sandalwood, whiskey and masculinity. Masculinity. He oozed it from every pore.
They twirled around the floor, unrespectable in their closeness. Melissa didn't care. His lean hardness thrilled her. The cut of his evening coat accentuated his broad shoulders. His breeches fitted like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Melissa had a wonderful imagination.

I think this is a super idea. Some romance authors I know, grouped together to tweat and facebook and promote each other. I have heard that many readers don't like it when an author sings their own praises but when others do it, it doesn't look like bragging. So I think cross-marketing is key to building a wider range of readers. Cross genre promotion doesn't appear to be a probelm.