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Hello my friends!
Following with my series of guest authors and bloggers, today I want you all to meet Davee Jones. Davee writes romance and erotic romance stories and books. I read one of her stories and I really liked it. Now her other two books are in my TBR list, waiting for their turn to be read and reviewed. But enough from me. Let's see what Davee Jones has to say about her experiences in becoming a published author and her reflections on writing.

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Reflecting on the past year, it is amazing how quickly things changed, but, seemed like it took forever. So many things have happened, and it's been a great ride. I gladly take the good with the bad, because I do not learn anything without every moment. 

It was a year ago that I was in the big middle of publisher rejection letters. I painstakingly scoured the internet looking for publishers, studied submission requirements, and prepared countless query letters. I personalized each query letter and every time I hit the send button, I let out a heavy sigh. 

No, this is not an easy business. 
But, if it was easy, would it serve our purposes?

Writing is an art form and a catharsis where we funnel our stresses and pour our deepest emotions out in the form of the written word. While we know every WIP is not a literary masterpiece, we hope it holds value. 

And, it does hold value, even if only for ourselves. 
Not everyone else is going to view it as an amazing, life-altering read that forever changed their lives in some phenomenal way. 

In order to be successful, authors must swallow that pride and bury the ego and think of their readers and appreciate their reviews and comments--both the good and the bad. Learn from your readers-that's how we improve and provide a meaningful story for our fans. They are investing their time and money to read something we wrote, we must appreciate that. 

One other piece of advice is about our "community" of writers. When we view everyone as competition and refuse to support, inspire, and even promote a fellow author, we do ourselves a grave injustice to our hopes of a successful literary career. Get on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, or other social media with the intent to greet someone, promote someone ,and share anecdotes that do not include an ulterior motive or promo. You will make great friends and guess what? They will do the same for you in the future. 

Back to my intro, yes, after a heartbreaking number of rejections, I captured the attention of a publisher and got a contract! Matter of fact, I've now had three contracts. 
Yes, perseverance pays off, my novice career is proof of that. It began with erotic romance, but, I have other genres in the works- Thriller/Suspense and Young Adult. 

Now, marketing and selling, That's a whole other blog....:) lol, but, here is a little of my experience:
 
I sent out over 250 review queries, requests for publicity, etc. I received less than ten replies back.  Yes, I said less than ten. I sent a letter to each and every newspaper in Oklahoma (my home state in the USA) and got ONE solitary reply back. I personalized every submission query, DO NOT Bcc these things to a mass audience. You will not receive a reply. You must demonstrate you researched who you sent the query to, let them know you took the time. Yes, it will take you hours upon hours, but, the few replies you receive back will be worth it.
 
Nothing worth having in this life is really easy, so, you gotta roll up those sleeves and get after it.
 
Meet me!
Davee Jones 
My books are available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and my publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing 
http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=products_all&filter_author=100

Latest News/Contest information -Visit the blog hop spot for the 4th of July blog hop http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/(or visit my blog)

My genres: Romance, Erotic Romance, and coming soon, Thrillers and YA

http://finless.blogspot.com/ -- blog

http://www.amazon.com/Davee-Jones/e/B0076AYW10/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1 ---Amazon author page

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/davee-jones --- Barnes & Noble author page

http://twitter.com/finlessbook -- @finlessbook --- Twitter

http://en-gb.facebook.com/finless.book -- Finless daveejones --- Facebook

Finless buy link_- http://www.amazon.com/Finless-ebook/dp/B007SNTKMQ/ref=lp_B0076AYW10_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1335543324&sr=1-1

On Ellicott Street buy link - 
http://www.amazon.com/On-Ellicott-Street-ebook/dp/B00768TDH0/ref=lp_B0076AYW10_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1335543324&sr=1-2

Ruby's Dance-Thank You Mae West - Release May 2012- 
http://www.amazon.com/Davee-Jones/e/B0076AYW10/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1


Finless Book Blurb:  
My second published book, Finless, released in early April by my publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing (SCP).  Finless is an erotic romance of 193 pages riddled with BDSM. It is a M/F storyline. Before you groan in angst at yet another "book on the bandwagon", akin to the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomena, please entertain my promise this book is nothing common or trite. I attempt to present graphic imagery to take my readers not only to the scene in the book, but, hope they will develop their own personalization of it in their mind. I also write to appeal to both genders. My novel is a type of Black Swan meets Fifty Shades of Grey. I have a sequel in the works, Finless Too, to further explore the character's lives.

The story connects fish, BDSM play, spirituality, sexuality, and the extreme decisions in the lives of the books’ protagonists to meld one story of tremendous revelations. Finless includes descriptive scenes of rhythmic caning, bondage, almost violent expressive dreams, and other explicit content. The message of the book intends to reach out positively to anyone, regardless of their proclivities, who may feel inept, unworthy, untrusting, or lost in their existence.

Short Bio:
Davee Jones began a career in the counseling field with her M.Ed. She then diversified and began work for the federal government. The dryness of the day to day assignments fostered the desire for her to do something more creative. Because writing was always a passion, she used every opportunity to journal and create fictional worlds with her words. She began writing short fiction and books, inspired by the events around her.
Now avidly writing, in the little spare time she has, she has several other books in progress. She has books that draw from eroticism, romance, suspense, drama, and sometimes comedy. A few of her books garner only one flame, but, others will secure all five flames in the heat index.


 
jonesdavee@yahoo.com  Pen Name:  Davee Jones http://finless.blogspot.com/

 author page- http://www.amazon.com/Davee-Jones/e/B0076AYW10/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

 
 
Hello!!!
It is here! It is finally here! Were you waiting for it? The third part of my blog swap with fantastic writer D.e.e.L (@Deeliopunk in Twitter, for all of you who don't know yet; follow him, now). It is being real fun to write these stories, so I am afraid that you will be reading more from the two of us :D
Oh, so you are new to my blog? Sorry, I didn't realise... What? You don't know what I am talking about? Oh, shame on you! I have been blog swapping with good friend and amazing writer D.e.e.L and we have written a very funny story, well, two stories actually. Same characters, same plot points, same character traits, but we came up with two completely different stories. Check our previous stories here and here so you can know what we are talking about, and so you can read our 3rd installment and enjoy it. Here in my blog you can read his part of the story, and you will find my stories in his blog.
Enough! Now I leave you with this treat that is D.e.e.L's third part of our Groovy Cool Story. Please, show your love in comment form. We love comments!!

                      Unknown Band 3

          Groovierestery Coolierestery Storierestery

                        By: D.e.e.L

This shack of an existence, these walls restraining all the workers within from their dreams. I open the door and let the two girls walk in first. 

“Alright, let’s practice!”

“Don’t get so enthused; people are already up on the stage. We will have to wait.”

“Nonsense, nonsense! Off the stage now you three!”

A stranger brushes the stage clean of the wannabes that made it to the stage before us.

“Slappy McDeen, so nice to see you again!”

“Excuse me? I don’t believe we’ve met…”

“Oh, but we have! It is okay, you will remember me over time.”

He winks at me as he flings down a yo-yo only to return it to his hand and repeat. He doesn’t look familiar, but the way he is acting is giving me chills. I pull the collar of my coat up around my neck. 

“So, are you going to introduce me to this band of misfits you seem to have here?”

“We’re Killer Tickler and Friends!”

I snarl. That name needs some work. I respond quickly after Janine and rephrase her reply.

“We’re, nothing yet, just a few unknowns trying to make something happen…”

“An unknown band, eh? Very well then. Well let’s see what you unknowns can do up there!”

The boy was carving words into his notebook as we were all talking with the stranger endlessly playing with his yo-yo. 

“Here you go Janine. Try singing this up on the stage.”

“Thank you, William. Come on KT! Let’s get on the stage and play! Mike, you too!”

“Slappy, I don’t know about this, that Janine girl seems way too excited.”

“Just get up there, kid.”

The band assembles up on the stage as the boy and I grab a table to sit at and hope the sounds soon to come don’t make our ear drums turn red. 

“Boy, get up there.”

“What? You said I can’t play the guitar, I’m not going up there just so you can throw chairs at me.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to play guitar, you’re terrible at it. I want you to try hitting those drums up there. Just do something simple, make a back beat.”

“I don’t even know what…”

“Shut it, do it.”

“Fine…”

The worthless hands of the boy pick up the sticks sitting on the chair behind the drum set. He waves to Janine and starts to create a beat. Mike looks over to him and begins bobbing his head, KT’s fingers begin racing up and down the strings of her guitar, and then she begins…

“Moments deluding, my heart protruding, seconds falling to past, my mind now a cast, surrounding my wounds, mortal is my soul, time of the essence, deep into my meaning, becomes this time bleeding…”

Boy actually wrote something worth a damn. I nod my head as they continue. The strange man with the yo-yo takes a seat beside me and begins doing something that causes my mind to dig deep into my past. His left hand still letting the yo-yo fall to the floor and return to his hand, while he shoves his right hand into a jar of mayonnaise and begins eating it. 

“Would you like some, Slappy?”

“No…no thanks…”

“You used to always love doing this with me, you sure?”

I get up from my seat and look at him with questioned eyes. I leave the room and head into the bathroom to splash water into my face, redo my make-up. What is going on?

“What’s your name!!”

“Falcon. Take a seat, is something wrong?”

The name isn’t of a familiar taste. 

“Your friend playing the bass doesn’t seem content with your leaving during their show.”

“I don’t care about him! What are you doing? Why have you come here?!”

My voice raises above the vocals of Janine singing the boy’s poetic tongue. My breathing becomes hard, harder, my eyes straining, who, how, how….how…

“Slappy…”

He grabs my right shoulder.

“Get off of me, kid!!”

I shove the kid to the floor as my mind is traveling my entire existence in thought. 

“McDeen, you are acting quite odd. Why don’t you take a seat?”

The yo-yo still falling to the ground, back up, down, up, down, up…my mind stares as it keep repeating itself. Then…the lights go out. 

What? Where am I? 

“Slappy, we have something for you…”

“Is it a new toy, Daddy?”

“Not quite, but you will love it even more.”

“Oh, Mommy I can’t wait! What is it?”

“Your Father’s machine has finally worked, and we want the first friend to be yours.”

“Hi, Slappy! My name is Mr. Poodles!”

“Oh, I love it! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!”

“Hug me, Slappy!”

“Oh, of course I will! And he’s red! My favorite color!”

“Our son is so adorable isn’t he.”

“He gets it from you…”


The light…

“Slappy, wake up, you alright? I kind of…my bad…”

“What the whoopee cushion happened to me?”

“Mike got revenge for me.”

“What?”

“You pushed me, so…I grabbed a chair…”

“Son of a ring master…my arm hurts like hell…”

“Yea, looks broken.”

“Thanks Tickler, I kind of figured that one…you’re going to get then hand-buzzer for this one, kid.”

“I won’t be expecting it at all.”

“I know you won’t. Now get me up.”

He walks over to us.

“Well, that was quite the show you two put on. Now are you all going to get back up on stage and play us some more music?”

“It’s you isn’t it…”

“Pardon?”

“It’s you…Mr.Poodles…”

“I’m afraid I don’t have the slightest clue as you what you are talking about.”

“Stop playing games with my mind! And stop playing with that damn yo-yo!”

I rip the toy from his left hand. 

“No!!!”

Just as the toy leaves his hand his skin begins to fall away to the floor, as if he is deflating. The mortal looking flesh lay upon the ground as a frail looking, dwindling, gasping for helium creature looks up into my eyes. 

“Well done, Slappy. You always were good at solving mysteries *cough*, you remember when we used to solve them together?”

“You’re….you’re dead…I…I killed you!!!”

“No…no you didn’t…you killed the balloon animal I made to look like me. Mr.Pickles…I hated him anyway.”

“You…you lead the revolt against my father, my mother even! You pathetic piece of latex!”

“Such harsh words for your dear old friend, Slappy.”

“You’re no friend of mine…”

“*cough* *cough* Very well then…perhaps I should take my leave then…”

“Like hell you will. Before I kill you, tell me…how you managed to live this long.”

“Seems I face an inevitable fate. Due to our past friendship, and what I have caused you to become, I will answer to your request. After I killed your parents, and destroyed the remainders of my own, I didn’t quite feel like facing a fate as so many of the other balloon animals had. A pin prick, a day in the sun, the slow decrease of air, it all didn’t quite fit my fancy. So I searched for methods to keep me inflated, alive, thriving. I found myself groveling at the feet of an old gypsy woman, about to pass into the next world herself. She *cough* she gave me that yo-yo, and *cough* as long as it falls and returns to my hand I appear as you, human, full of life, without any of my previous limitations. But I guess that yo-yo can’t save me now, can it?”

“Not a chance.”

I pull the pin out from the flower on my lapel, the flower falls to the floor just as I see him making a last chance dive at his yo-yo. I flick the pin from between my fingers. 

Deflated lies my best friend. Worst enemy. The reason this world tastes so bitter upon my tongue, the reason I spend each day looking for the sweet taste of life once more.