Selling Romance Novels On Amazon Novels & Stories

“I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.” The sales assistant tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, we have a wide variety. Perhaps I can suggest some classic novels? They’re always a safe choice.” Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident. “That sounds like a good idea. Can you show me some?” The sales assistant led Jack to a shelf filled with novels from different eras and styles. “Here are some classics,” she said, picking up a volume. “This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.”

he grinned at her, “you have a way with words, Presley and your imagination is otherworldly. Even if you removed the sex and the aliens from it, the story is good. You could publish without it.” “But it wouldn’t sell,” she laughed a self-deprecating sound. “The old adage, sex sells, is absolutely true. My editor this time around felt this book was going to be huge and they were right. It debuted top fifty. Do you know how special it is to be a romance writer and make a bestseller list?” “What is next?”

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

The bookstore had a new shipment of romance novels. I spent the morning unpacking boxes with Ethan, laughing at the ridiculous cover art. Shirtless men. Women in flowing dresses. Dramatic titles like The Rake's Redemption and Tempted by the Billionaire. "This is basically p**n," Ethan said, holding up a particularly scandalous cover. "Glorious, wonderful, life-affirming p**n," I corrected. He laughed. "You're something else, Lucy."

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Samantha In all my years of owning a publishing company, I've read countless books about taboo themes. From reverse harem, erotica, age gap, incest, mafia romance, dark romance, and all the hardcore topics. I realised that, in New York, people shunned books like these, and they made sure to shut them down before they got to the public eye. I built my company to give people a chance to see through their creative imagination, no matter how dark it is. There are people who actually like reading books like these. They are invested in them too; hence, they need their fix.

"Good day, dear. Looking for anything in particular?" I hesitated, suddenly nervous. What if they were sold out? What if I had missed my chance? Marietta had announced that she wouldn't release more than four hundred copies for now and judging from the comments I read through her page, I couldn't tell that other readers couldn't wait to get their hands on it either. Oh Goodness, I really hope I was lucky for once. "Ah—here," I murmured. "It's called Auctioned To My Alpha Professor." The words left my lips in a rush, my cheeks warming slightly at the admission.

] Who wanted to read those! Just as she was about to refuse, Christina had already sent back a long list—all links. Just from the titles alone, it was obvious they were steamy billionaire romance novels. Christina, how old are you to still be obsessed with billionaire romance novels!

Her books were written off in the name of Sara Moto which is short for Yamamoto but two of her books becoming best sellers made her reveal her face but not her identity. This is the reason why the ladies could recognise her as the author of their favourite books. I've read all five of her books and I must say that, this lady brings out the romance in you. "I'm sorry to cut you ladies short but my sister over here needs to check in with you for her first day at work". "We're sorry, pardon our manners" the blonde one says still looking at Sara and I wonder if they even realise I've been standing here all along since we walked in here and they saw Sara.