New Kids Welcomes Selena Fulton, Debut Author
Today I asked one of my lala sisters, Selena Fulton, to tell us about the life of a debut author. Selena's novella, Never Let Go, will be available through The Wild Rose Press on June 20. 2012.
Here she is...
What’s it like to be a debut author?
It’s exciting
and a bit scary. Exciting because being a published author is something I’ve
dreamed about since I was a kid. I think realization will hit me when I find my
name on Amazon.com!
Scary because I realize there is much more
into being an author than writing a good story. I am learning about marketing
and business strategies. Also trying to keep up with my blog and find ways to
generate more followers.
Tell the New Kids readers your call story.
Actually, it was an email. I was checking my messages and
the title for my story came up in the subject line. My heart started racing and
I took a deep breath, almost afraid to open it. When I clicked on the email and
read “…I would like to offer you a contract…” I almost forgot to breathe. My
eyes blurred and I re-read the email to be sure I hadn’t misread it.
With happy tears in my eyes, I went to my husband and told
him. We celebrated with the neighbors with a bottle of bubbly.
Tell us about your release.
My time-travel novella, Never
Let Go, is a story of how two worlds collide. What would a man from the
1800’s think of a contemporary woman from the 2000’s? She falls in love with a
British gentleman from another century, but how can they be together when he
was dust before she was born? Only their love can bridge time and space. Love
conquers all.
What’s the best piece of writing
advice you’ve received?
What’s your writing schedule? Are you a full time writer?
At the moment, I am a full time writer. I get out of bed,
turn on my computer and have my first cup of coffee. I have discovered my most
productive writing times are early morning and then again in the evening. I
also have a creative spurt just before I fall off to sleep. I’ve been known to
get up in the middle of the night to write a few notes.
Desert Island time – 3 must have
books.
Only 3? Can’t I bring my e-reader? I’d hate to leave any of
them behind.
What’s your writing must have
snack? Or drink?
Dark chocolate! I have a secret stash that hubby doesn’t
know about. When I’m particularly stressed because my characters are not
cooperating with me, I crack into my stash. After my two morning cups of
coffee, okay, they’re large cups, I’m on straight water after that.
Favorite writing advice guru?
Bob Mayer
A big thank you to Selena
for stopping by New Kids today. She’ll
be around to answer questions too. --Lynn
You can find NEVER LET GO at
www.thewildrosepress.com
beginning June 20, 2012. Selena can be
found at her blog – www.selenafulton.wordpress.com
And here’s a teaser for you…
Walking slowly up the stairs, she
gazed at a
series
of family portraits lining the stairwell all the
way
to the top. At the landing, she stopped and
stared
at the canvas.
Startling
blue eyes called to her with a flash of
familiarity.
Familiarity? What a silly
thought. I don’t
know any of these people. The small brass placard at
the
base of the painting identified him.
Benjamin W. Sheffield — 1859
“Hmm,
what a hottie you were. Too bad you’re a
bit
older than I like my men.”
She
snickered at her joke and climbed the
remaining
stairs. The bedroom was larger than she’d
expected,
furnished with more antique Victorian
furniture.
A fluffy down comforter atop a four-poster
bed
invited her to sink into its warmth.
While
unpacking her suitcases, a peace came
over
her, as if she’d finally come home. “Don’t get too
attached
to this place,” she said to her image in the
bureau
mirror. “You’re here to sell it—not move in.”
Of
course, she could pretend she lived here, at
least
until she met the owner on Monday. Dusk
settled
over the cottage, prompting her to change
into
her nightgown.
****
He
came to her like a thief in the night. Came to
her
bed with the manly scent of the spicy woods,
well-oiled
leather, and horses. She knew and
welcomed
him into her arms. His gentle caresses
moved
over her body like the whisper of silk against
her
bare skin. His mouth tasted of cloves and was
hot
on her lips, demanding, giving, taking. His work roughened
hands
skimmed over her, making her
tingle
with desire.
And
how she ached for him with every fiber of
her
being, but before their bodies could become one,
he
drew away.
“Meet me in
the garden,” he whispered.
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