Self Published Kindle Books Novels & Stories

That way, I don't miss any questions. Q: Why not finish the book here? A: I would have, but the response is poor. In addition to that, I'm making so little from having it here. Having a community of my own gives me better access and control of my income. Ream allows me to keep 80% of whatever readers pay for my book. Q: Will the books ever be published? A: Yes, but under new titles. When we have enough members at Maraville to cover the costs of editing, formatting, and designing, that's my next goal.

So he turns to his favorite pink toy car and plays with it. I look down at my laptop and begin working as I let them play. It has been nineteen days since the Hemmingway convention. And after talking about my anticipated book, I am emailing my editor. I'm hoping to post the book on different reading platforms. I want this book to be hard-covered. But it will depend on the platform. So, I will post them online under temporary non-exclusive contracts.

Me running away hadn't done it. I had several meetings with agents and one author. The former frustrated me, but they were a necessary evil in the publishing world. At least for now. Things were slowly changing and the author scheduled for the three o'clock meeting was self-published with a large backlist I wanted to get my hands on. Winters' Publishing would change her life and she would boost our sales revenues through the roof. Win-win.

He trailed off, a spark of mischief glinting in his eyes. I narrowed mine suspiciously. “What?” “You’ve earned it.” “Earned what?” His smile deepened, and then he dropped it like it was casual, like it was nothing. “The chance to publish your own book.” I froze, my fingers still hovering above the keyboard. “What?” “You heard me.” His tone softened, though his eyes never left mine. “You’ve worked hard here, Haven. You’ve proven yourself more than capable. I think it’s time you stop hiding behind my manuscripts and let the world see yours.”

He asked and Mishka’s eyes quickly snapped back at him. “N-no, why?” “I love her books! Snowdrop Publications publishes her books, and every time I went to her book launches, they always said she likes to keep her identity hidden. Scarlet’s first book was an inspirational story, and you know what? It helped me a lot to deal with problems.” Christian stated. Mishka stared at him. “No, I don’t know any Author Scarlet, but I’d love to read her books now.” She said. Christian smiled. “Sure. I’ve all her books.” He said and Mishka glanced at her wristwatch with a worried face.

They had no idea how much effort and tears I'd put into it, and they probably didn't need to know either. The first week of online publication got me a lot of exposure, but when I did the media interview, my book, Superfluous, got a lot of attention. Way more than I'd expected, actually. The public were impressed by the book, and having recognized me as Liam Novak's girlfriend, they were more than just intrigued. They were ecstatic to find out where I'd grown up and my past; not knowing my parents and the mystery behind them. Two weeks before Christmas, a business associate of Liam paid me a visit. He'd wanted to publish my book, and I was shocked. When he told me he owned Moreno publishing,

I should have pushed harder. But life had been calmer. Quiet in a way that felt earned. My manuscript, newly titled Until I Wrote Him, was finished. Not rewritten. Not corrected to fit some romantic ideal. Finished as it was. Honest. Messy. But still mine. The publisher had circled back gently. No pressure. Just interest. Respect. Space. I had offered another book to publish, just not my manuscript. I couldn't deal with that right now. We agreed on a small launch.

“You could publish them yourself. A load of the stuff I’ve listened to is self-published. People would love it.” “They’d take an awful lot of work to get them to that stage,” I told her, once I’d scanned through a few more of my files. “They’d need some serious rewrites, and editing, and I know sweet FA about branding, or covers, or marketing.” She shrugged. “So? You could do that, you could learn.” I dismissed it, stroking her cheek. “I love your belief in me, angel, but all I care about right now is you.”

“About the book.” Noah crossed the room and sat beside me, his hand covering mine. “The book again,” he murmured, not unkindly. “You’ve been working so hard on it. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I think… I want to share it. Not just with friends or family, but really share it. Publish it. Put it out into the world so other people who’ve been through hell can see that there’s a way forward, that they’re not alone.”

Moving forward, any new books I release will be non-exclusive, meaning they’ll be available across multiple platforms instead of only GoodNovel. I also don’t want my journey as an author to become a collection of unfinished stories, and I believe this is the best step toward finally being able to write books the way i want to write them. You can now find me on “I.n.k.i.t.t” (remove the full stops) under the name “Diana P. Stone”, where I’ll be posting new works, rewrites, and revamped versions of stories I never truly got the chance to fully explore here. The platform’s structure is also far more stable for authors and readers, allowing me to focus more on writing consistently rather than re