October 18, 2012
What makes a book sell? What is that “thing” that has readers swarming to the stores to buy it? What attracts them to begin with? Is it the cover? The summary of the plot? Great reviews? The price? The author?
Again this week, I’d like you, the readers, to give your opinion on this book. I’d like to know–as does the author–what works for you and what doesn’t. We’d like an honest gut reaction to everything we present to you here to make sure the author is headed in the right direction or if there are things that can be tweaked to make this book the bestseller it has the potential to be.
If you choose to supplement your poll responses with personal, honest constructive comments, you will be entered to win 1 (one) book from my ever growing stash of books (four pages of books grouped my genres). Thank you in advance for your time and your honestly. I know it’s valuable and I do appreciate it.
Author: Caddy Rowland
Genre: Adult Fiction
Digital Price: $4.99
Publisher: Caddy Rowland
In this first book of the Gastien series, young Gastien Beauchamp begins his journey from the farm to Paris with two goals in life. The first is to become an artist with his own studio, following his own rules. That is an almost impossible dream for a peasant with no money or formal training. Paris spits out talented men into the gutters every day. “Good” gets you nowhere. “Great” maybe gets you a bowl of soup.
The second is to become the greatest lover in France. That should be easy. With his stunning looks and willingness to learn, the women of Paris are about to be awakened in a way they have only dreamt about in the nineteenth century!
Gastien also has focus, drive, and raw, natural talent. With the dream burning inside of him, he is determined to succeed at any cost. Poor Gastien. If he could only know in advance what brutal struggles await him, he might turn around and go back home.
Sometimes the “impossible” is possible. But the cost can be extremely high.
SAMPLER – First several paragraphs of GASTIEN
As he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them down, he realized he would need to get his feet out somehow. Damn it! Why did men have clothes that were so hard to get out of without assuming clumsy positions? He decided to try to lift one leg at a time and pull. Gastien lost his balance. He ended up jumping around like a lunatic anyway.
Nathalie tried not to laugh, but he looked so ridiculous jumping around…then their eyes met again. They both burst out laughing.
“Nath, I am a man. I am not very good at this I guess.”
“You were doing fine, chére. Sit down on the chaise to take them off.”
He did so, rising from the seat to stand again. Blushing, he admitted, “I have fenced for years, but one would never know it with that show of grace.”
“Ah, the national pastime of French males! Foil or épée[i]?” Nath asked. That also must have helped build his fine physique.
“Foil and sabre for balance and quickness. Épée for strength and endurance. As you can see, the practice for balance fully paid off tonight.”
Nath laughed kindly. “You are nervous about being watched while undressing. That is normal.” She changed the subject to help him forget his clumsiness. “You must have a distinct advantage in fencing with your size. You are quite tall.”
“I am 5’ 10”. I guess that is quite tall for a man. It does pay off when thrusting.”
“Hmmmm…we will see in just a little while,” she said, eyes sparkling.
“Well, not in that kind of thrusting, I meant in….oh, hell, I am rambling. Just let me finish undressing!”
As he lowered his underwear, he turned his back to her. “The scars…I want you to see them. They were a birthday present from my father on my sixteenth birthday. End of subject. We can move on, all right?” he implored tensely.
“Oui, we can move on. The scars are a thing of the past, Gastien. Show me what you have for me in the present.“