Monday, September 9, 2013

Be a Social Media Butterfly with Deena Remiel



 ABOUT THE BOOK:


James White has it all, looks, brains, and a charming personality. But in his romance cover model’s world, those blessings have become a curse. A colleague has blurred the line between life in front of the camera and reality; distorting the truth, and turning a friendship into a dangerous obsession.

Hope Evans had a dream job, working with sexy, hot photographs; turning authors’ dreams into award-winning covers. When unexpectedly laid off, she must find her namesake in life … some kind of hope for her future. Can a birthday wish give her what she truly desires? They say be careful what you wish for.

Destiny brings Jamie and Hope what they’ve been seeking: each other. Fate also throws in a psychopath and her equally sinister sister, both hell-bent on making Jamie and Hope’s world a living hell.

A hero on thousands of romance covers; can he be one for real, when lives are on the line?


AUTHOR BIO:


It was the mystique of Arizona’s history and landscape that called to Deena and catapulted her career as an author. When she’s not writing urban fantasy and paranormal romance novels in the wee, small hours of the morning or in the deep, dark of night, Deena teaches language arts to middle school students. She currently lives in Gilbert with her husband and two children, but New Jersey will always tug at her heartstrings. She loves connecting with her fans, so find her at deenaremiel.com.


AUTHOR POST:


Be a Social Media Butterfly

Poke… poke… poke. Hi! If you know what a “poke” is, then you’re probably into social media. You may have created a facebook profile page and maybe even have a “LIKE” page, too. You may tweet like a bird, have interesting Pinterest boards, or hangout on Google +. You may even blog about your writing journey on your very own blog or on other people’s blogs.
As an aspiring author or a published one, what are the implications of social media to your career as a successful writer? I can only talk from personal experience. Besides well-written stories, social media has become a huge part of my success so far. One thing that is very important for you to know is that your online presence creates and maintains your existence in this current publishing community. If you are online, you are connected to your fans, your colleagues, your potential publishers and/or agents. You have the potential to reach not just hundreds of people, but thousands and hundreds of thousands. Not just folks in the US, but people around the world. I have friends, as you can see from the map below, on nearly every continent! I think I need to work on making friends with penguins on Antarctica.



These connections don’t just happen. It takes work to get yourself noticed. Then, it takes work getting yourself shared with others. If you’re the shy type, you’re going to need to get over that quickly. The social media arena is all about being social, creating communities, making friends. I was nervous in the beginning, but quickly found my voice as Deena Remiel. I’ve amassed a great amount of quality people to connect with, blocked the undesirables, and found a comfort zone I didn’t have before. The friends I’ve made online have talked about me to their friends, who are now fans, as well. I think you’ll find that when you add word of mouth to a social media environment, you get viral exposure. THAT’S what the goal is with social media. Exposure. With exposure comes… sales! 

Here are social media outlets that I use and the reasons why…

Facebook:
·         provides a fan base, or TRIBE,  for my writing that can expand exponentially
·        is used as a vehicle for promoting material with or without paying for advertising
·         provides me a place to make friends with other writers 

Twitter:
·         is another avenue for me to gain exposure and share important info

Pinterest:
·         Fans love to know about their authors. Pinterest offers a way for readers to learn what I like and
dislike simply by viewing my interest boards. 
·         It’s fun to see what I have in common with my readers.

Google + and hangout/ chats:
·         Since Google + is similar to facebook, it’s another opportunity to grow my fan base.
·         Hangouts are a great way to get together with fans and talk. It’s like having a book club meet-up, but online. 

·         Chats are another way to interact personally with my fans. Whether they are online through review sites or through Blog Talk Radio, there’s no end to the possibilities that I can do with this platform.
This list is by no means exhaustive. There are other social media platforms out there, like Goodreads and Shelfari, and my work is on those sites, but as an active participant, those mentioned above work for me the best.

FIND YOUR VOICE, FIND YOUR TRIBE, FIND YOUR SUCCESS.


BOOK EXCERPT:



Midnight in LA was like rush hour in LA. It took them twice as long to get back to his place as it should have due to a couple of accidents off to the side of the road. Brake lights and headlights lit up the freeway like a lava flow. Hope had fallen asleep soon after Jamie put her in the car. He replayed everything that had happened since his photo shoot went bust with Brittany and his ire reignited. He didn’t know what he’d do if she tried to contact him again. She’s good, the psychotic bitch, always making it seem as though I’m the bad guy on the phone and she’s only trying to make things right again. At last, he pulled up the driveway and into the garage. He turned off the car and closed the garage door. Time to forget about her and concentrate on the extraordinary woman next to you, bud.
“Hope, babe, we’re here.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on her cheek. She stirred, turned toward him, and smiled drowsily.
“Oh, good, ’cause I’m in desperate need of a comfy bed and you, mister. What are the chances of me getting those at this time of night?”
He put his forehead against hers and whispered, “I think your chances are pretty damned good. In fact, I’d say it is a sure bet. Place your chips, baby.”
Her throaty laugh sent waves of heat through his body straight to all points south. The nighttime air had caused her voice to deepen and rasp, and sound sexy as hell. “I’ll place my chips, honey. Just show me where.”
“Right here, sweetheart, right here.” He pointed to the bulge in his pants. They burst into laughter that sent tears streaming down their cheeks.
“Oh, my God! That’s the cheesiest line ever.” She shook her head.
“I know! I can’t believe I just said that!” He turned serious and looked at her sparkling eyes for a moment, needing to touch her. He reached out a tentative hand to gently tuck away a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Let’s get out of here and into that comfy bed you requested.”
“Yes, let’s.” Her eyes spoke the rest of her desires.
***
He brought her straight to his bedroom on the second floor, a master suite, complete with loveseat and sofa by a fireplace at the far end. She marveled at the moonlight casting a soft glow through the amber stained glass windows, illuminating a king-sized bed loaded with pillows of all shapes and sizes. He pushed them aside and lowered her gently to the plush bed coverings, joining her just as she’d been anticipating since before dinner. They stayed locked in a desperate embrace for a while, before he released her. He rose above her like a canopy, his powerful arms and legs forming posts on either side of her. She couldn’t resist, wouldn’t resist the urge to release his hair from its bindings, and raked her fingers through to release their waves. His eyes, golden with desire, seemed to search for refuge in hers.
“I could lose myself in your eyes.”
 She parted her lips but found no words to adequately respond. She batted her lashes and turned away, embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. He moved his head and captured her gaze once again. “No, don’t look away. Look at me. Let me find lost in you.” He’d spoken so softly, so openly and raw. She smiled gently at his play on words, loving the intimacy, the perfection, of the moment.
 She raised herself up to but a hair’s breadth away from his face. “Kiss me, Jamie, and we’ll find lost together.”