Selling An Ebook Novels & Stories

He gave Lucien one hard look, then nodded once—as much of a warning as a goodbye—and walked away. Lucien and I left together after he spoke privately to Rafael. The drive back to my apartment was quiet at first. One hand on the wheel, the other holding my hand on my lap, thumb stroking the back of it. The city lights smeared past the windows, blurring into streaks of gold and red. I hummed some random tune under my breath, just to fill the silence in my head. “I’ve decided something.“ “Should I brace myself?” “I’m going to build my own website and put my book up as an ebook. No more waiting for publishers who are scared of my search results.”

Someone knows how to make money through the internet. "You are a freelancer." I say the words just when he wants to explain himself to me. "Yeah," he chuckles, nervously. This is news to me, fresh, shocking news at that. "What are you doing, currently?" "Oh," he adjusts, so I can sit on the surface, as well. I mutter a thanks in my mind. "I'm providing a buyer part of my skills. He requires that I make him a book cover for his novel. I think he wants to publish it on A****n. He's like a fresh buyer, introduced to me from former buyer. See...I must not fuck up." He laughs at the end. I join him, shortly.

Failed. "I met you. And I. You changed everything. How I saw relationships. Intimacy. Myself." "So you wrote about it." "Yes. Because that's what I do. I process through writing." "And you sold it. For fifty thousand dollars." "Yes." "And you never thought to mention this to me." "I thought about it. Every day. I kept trying to figure out how." "How about 'Elliot, I'm writing a book about us?' That seems straightforward." "It's not that simple."

She’d spent more of her life in that store than she had at home. And it was closing. Her father had thought that e-books would be a passing trend and that he shouldn’t change because of it. That had been a rough time, too. He’d nearly closed then, but he opened up a coffee shop and reading area. He expanded into business books. When he did that, things started looking up again. But, then the news of ECT leaving Devonsville hit. The majority of his money came from supplying technical books for ECT offices. The loss of ECT was the store’s death knell. She’d spent the last three months desperately trying to change that, but nothing she did seemed to matter. Without ECT’s purchases, and their la

But when I stood up, his eyes immediately moved to mine. “I will be right back,” I mouthed, quickly walking to the kitchen, feeling his eyes still on me. The Chief Editor and I shared some small talk before I heard the grin in his voice. “I just wanted to let you know how the sale of your book is going.” From what the news was reporting, the book had sold even more than the expected sales projected by the publishing house. In just the first day after Kai’s conference, it had sold out on every shelf in every store in several countries. With the second printing and then the rushed third, it had once again been sold out.

“Thank you for your time.” I walked out before she could respond. Maybe the old Avery would’ve taken fifty dollars and been grateful for it, Arielle won’t. I bought five new sketchbooks on my way back to the apartment that afternoon. Only black covers and white paper. The clerk at the store asked if I wanted color options, and showed me ones with different colored covers. “No, just these.” I replied calmly. I got back to my apartment, opened my laptop and searched for design platforms online. A space where I could sell my work with no face required, no personal information, just upload and sell.

“And when will that be?” Peter looked at his calendar and put a large red circle around July 20. “Man lands on moon, Legal Briefs lands in bookstores.” “That’s only three weeks from now!” Rachel was stunned. “It’s the new age of electronic publishing. We’ll hit the e-book market first. It’s a good way to get some great pre-print publicity. We like to move fast. Speaking of fast, I have another meeting in...” Peter checked his watch, “...five minutes. We have your phone, fax and e-mail, so don’t stray too far from home. In the meantime, start thinking about your next book. I’d like to see an outline by the end of the week. Sandra, always a pleasure.”

How desperately I wished she would suddenly burst in, laughing, and say, "See? I totally fooled you, you idiot! You used to say you knew me best." But the sound that reached my ears was Aria's loud, jarring laughter. She was holding an auction catalog, thrusting it into my view. "Look, I've got my eye on several pieces in this auction. See this necklace? And that brooch…" I had no mental space for it, shoving the catalog away. Aria bristled, annoyed. "We finally got rid of a massive problem, why aren't you happy? Adrian wired a hundred million! He's certainly generous for a simple mistress."

he shook his head. “Okay. Well, have you ever tried to get something published? Submitted it to a contest? Or tried self-publishing? There are so many options. Amazon publishes tons of books for self-publishing authors. And there are other apps out there where people pay per chapter to read stories.” I leaned forward more, finding myself excited about this. “And you didn’t answer my question if I can read your writings.” I pointed out.

I asked. "Sir, we couldn't contact the publishing company. They are rejecting our calls." I closed my fists while looking at my laptop. It is a graph showing our income or profit for this whole two months. According to this, the sales last month are short and it become shorter within this month. The Y bookstore is snatching our customers. I wonder why we still have no yaoi book in our stores. I already prepared the contract, it supposed to be published by now. "Contact that fucking participant who fucking suggested about this project!" I screamed over the phone. I do not want toet mmy anger consume me.