Read Around the Rainbow | After The End 

ReadAroundTheRainbow

It’s Read Around the Rainbow time!!! If you haven’t seen one of these posts before, we’re a group of authors who get together on the last Friday of the month to write a blog post on the same topic. Below you’ll find links to the others, so you can jump around and compare/see what we have to say 😊

This month, we’re talking about what happens After The End.

I wish I knew 😆 Or not.

But we’re talking after the end of the story, not anything else. I don’t really know where I’m gonna put my End, to be honest. I mean, I write in Scrivener, and when I reach The End, I start over. I read the story from start to finish. And I should probably mention that I’m dyslexic, so me having written it from start to finish (because that’s how I write, no jumping around or moving scenes or anything like that) doesn’t mean the sentences make sense to anyone but me 😅 There will be missed words, messed up letters, dropped endings of words, and I won’t see them.

Next step is that I have a long list of words I search for and decide if I’m gonna keep or not – you know the That, Said, Feel, Just, Really and so on. I’m much more lenient these days than I used to be. A few years ago, you wouldn’t find a Feel or Really in my stories. Now I keep the ones I like and delete the rest.

Once that’s done, I do a grammar check. And since comma splice is a thing, I use Grammarlookup.com rather than Grammarly (and now we have the whole A.I. with Grammarly thing too, though I haven’t looked into how clean Grammarlookup is… probably not so much) since Grammarly’s comma splices are a premium feature LOL

Then, I move everything to Word. In Word, I listen to the story. This is where I’m yet again reminded I’m dyslexic because even though I’ve read the story once and done a grammar check, there are A LOT of missing words, misspelt words, words in the wrong tense since –ed is an ending I often drop etc.

Are you tired yet? Because at this stage, I usually want to throw up. Writing is fun, guys! Fixing errors and typos, not so much.

When I’ve reached the end yet again, I contact my lovely beta readers and ask them if they can have a look at it.

Once they’ve read it and sent back their notes, I sit down and go through them. I listen to my beta readers. If there is something they don’t understand, I clarify. If there is a sentence that doesn’t make sense to them, I change it.

I don’t have much ego when it comes to my writing. I always assume others know better (dyslexic and second language speaker) so if they comment on something, I change it. That being said, my beta notes are often easy to go through.

Guess what I do then??

I listen to it again! 😬 Do you know how long it takes to listen to a 50k story? I need to stop writing 50k stories if I want to stay sane (Ha! That ship has sailed.)

Then it’s time to submit, yay! Only… wait. Blurb and cover suggestions and shit.

If you think reading/listening to a 50k story over and over again is hard, try to write a 200-word blurb, and then one that’s 400 characters, and then a tagline for social media on 200 characters.

AND then, you need to provide 7 keywords that fit and also make sense to readers and might be things the readers that might like your book might search for. Good luck!

At this stage, I feel like crying.

Then we have the stock photo death which is when you spend hours scrolling through sweaty cover models. You need to pick a model who hasn’t been on too many covers already, you have to find one who doesn’t look insane, who isn’t standing in some weird pose, and who looks at least somewhat of how you’ve pictured your main character, and who you think your readers might like, and so on.

wineWine. Wine and chocolate are needed here.

Then finally!!! You get to send the story in to your publisher (if you have one. I do, so I send my story in.)

Now everything is laughs and giggles… until you get an email.

I want to let you all know that I love my editor. Her name is Loukie Adlem, and she is awesome! If you wonder how I feel about edits, my answer is the same as with my beta readers. I have no doubt Loukie knows better than me, and if she changes something, I’m not gonna bitch about it.

At this stage, it’s all about making the reading the best possible experience for the reader. I’ve written it. I’ve told the story I wanted to tell. If a moved comma, a synonym, a changed sentence or whatever will make it easier for YOU to comprehend, to make it run more smoothly or whatever it might be, I’m not gonna argue.

I want people to read my story, and I trust Loukie to want what’s best for it. I know some authors will claim their stories are art (they are, but they’re also products) and are unwilling to change things, who fret about a comma, who wants the sentence exactly as they first wrote it. That’s not me. If my editor suggests a speech tag or an epithet, I will refuse, but those are pretty much my only limits LOL.

So I accept if not all, then close to all changes, and guess what I do once that’s done…

Yup, I listen to it. Again.

If I’m really lucky and Loukie thinks it’s needed, I will then listen to it one more time. BUT by then I’m also crying and considering if maybe writing isn’t what I’m supposed to do.

Then, sometime after, you’ll stumble upon a post somewhere where some idiot – yes, I’m gonna call them that – thinks books are too expensive and downloads them from a pirate site instead.

I don’t think they realise how many hours people (NOT just the author) have invested in every single book. It’s all the hours I’ve spent on it. Then we have the beta readers who invest hours of their time to help get the book out there. Then we have the editor who spends hours doing edits and proofreading. Then we have the people doing the formatting, the uploading to retailers, the cover artists etc.

It’s a miracle anyone creates books.

But we love it, for the most part, right? 😁

Check out what the others have to say!

Ellie Thomas

A.L. Lester

Nell Iris

Lillian Francis

Fiona Glass

Addison Albright

K.L. Noone

Spotlight Post | Sounds Complicated by Frances Fox

Stalker exToday, we have Frances Fox here to share an excerpt from her most recent release, Sounds Complicated, so read on!

RELUCTANT ROCKSTAR

Sounds Complicated

Book #2 of the Reluctant Rockstar series

Author: Frances Fox
Editor: Lourenza Adlem
Release: 15th August 2023
Price: $3.99
ISBN: 9798223112495
ASIN: B0C4Q29SS5
KU: No
Wide: Yes
Series: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C4Q8WZYZ
Amazon: https://a.co/d/cj0YBDy
UBL: https://books2read.com/SoundsComplicated
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/151648521-sounds-complicated

KEYWORDS

MM, Rockstar, Contemporary, British, Hurt-Comfort, Opposites Attract, Spicy.

TAG LINE

A pining drummer and a snarky sound engineer have been walking around each other for months…

BLURB

Heggarty’s Bow drummer, Mordant, sticks firmly to the adage ‘don’t screw the crew’. He’s seen bands crash and burn over something like that before and he’d rather not risk the band dynamic. However, he knows he’s attracted to the charms of Pink the sound engineer and he’d determined to keep him at a distance. He’s got no interest in becoming just a notch on his bedpost, anyhow.
Pink is surprised and a bit hurt that Mordant makes no secret of avoiding him like the plague. Mordant’s a quiet, laid back guy most of the time, but he only interacts with Pink to criticise his work. Pink’s decided it’s best to just try to ignore him. He’s got enough history with moody blokes that he doesn’t need to take on any more trouble. He just needs to get on with things.
When one of Pink’s exes shoves him and he falls down the stairs at work, though, he’s surprised to find Mordant the one who volunteers to take care of him. Mordant is surprised as well. Where will the two of them go from here?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

o_1h46i0m3318pm1v3jfc71lnsj41cFrances Fox writes contemporary MM romance. The Rockstar series is a new eight-book series of novellas following the musicians, stage-crew and friends of Heggarty’s Bow. If you like to read spicy MM stories about vulnerable guys looking for love, she’ll have you covered.

Website: https://francesfoxbooks.co.uk
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/francesfoxbooks
Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/frances-fox-e6fb0220-5282-4101-8467-cb11684c9176
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0C4SY2W4S
Newsletter: https://subscribepage.io/He2jKq

EXCERPT

Chapter 1: Pink
Fuck. Pink could see the steps coming up to meet him as he twisted sickeningly in mid-air. Should he put his arms out to break his fall? Or not?
In the end he couldn’t stop himself. It was pure reflex. He heard his wrist break as his palm hit the floor and he swore as he slid forward down the remaining stairs.
Fuck. Arse. Shit. Wank-fuck-bollocks. That was going to hurt.
Sure enough, as he tumbled to a halt at the foot of the steps, splayed on his back like a latter-day Omega Man, looking up at the stage, the pain kicked in and he swore aloud.
“Fuck!” he said, lying there for a moment whilst the auditorium spun around him. “Ow! Ow ow ow!” His head hurt, too.
What the hell had happened? One moment he’d been taping the cables down to the steps and arguing in a low voice with Ant, who’d been trying to persuade him to go on another date…and then he’d been falling. Had…had Ant shoved him? He couldn’t remember.
He started to sit up, pushing up on the elbow of his good arm and blinking dizzily, but a hand landed firmly on his chest and held him still.
“Stay there,” a voice he recognised said.
He blinked again. “Mordant?” he queried.
“Yeah,” said Mordant. “Stay put, will you? I’m calling an ambulance.” The hand disappeared.
“What?” Pink said, outraged, struggling to sit up and failing. “Don’t do that! I’m fine!”
He collapsed back onto the floor, making a liar of himself.
Mordant looked at him, one eyebrow raised in that annoying way he had, and continued dialling. “Yeah, hello, ambulance, please,” he said. “The Fallow Arena…stage door. Someone’s fallen and hit his head…”
Pink stopped listening. Had he hit his head? He raised his non-hurty hand to feel his forehead and his fingers came away sticky. Oh. That was probably why he felt a bit dizzy then. Fuck, his other arm hurt.
“Ow,” he said, again, plaintively.
Mordant patted his chest reassuringly, still on the phone to the ambulance people.
Things went a bit blurry again for a while after that, but he was conscious throughout of Mordant’s big hand on his chest, warm through his thin t-shirt. “Stay with me, Pink,” he said at one point, patting his face gently. “Keep your eyes open, Sunshine.”
Pink struggled…it would be so very easy to drift off to sleep and if he was asleep, he wouldn’t be hurting. Then he blinked, suddenly wide awake. “Sunshine?” he said. “What?” Not a word normally in Mordant’s lexicon, specially where Pink was concerned.
His face drifted above Pink’s against the hazy background of the high Arena roof. “What?” His expression was innocent.
“You called me Sunshine,” Pink explained earnestly, trying to focus his vision.
“Nope!” Mordant widened his brown eyes in fake disbelief. “I did not. That’s not something I call anyone!” Let alone Pink, was the unspoken corollary.
Pink shook his head and then winced. “I know what I heard, Mordant. You did!”
Mordant gave him a small smile. “Keep your eyes open, Pink,” he said. “They won’t be long now.” He spoke into the phone again. “Yeah, he’s still awake and talking sense. Mostly. Five minutes, okay. I’m going to hang up. I’ll have to ring security and tell them they’re on their way. Okay. Thanks. Bye.”
He glanced down at Pink and then up to someone Pink couldn’t see. “Yeah, actually, could you go and tell the gate? And tell them where to come?”
Pink was suddenly aware that there was a ring of people around them, a respectful distance away, but still. Some of the other techs and the bass player of the Purple Lizards. None of the other Heggarty’s Bow people that he could see, though.
“Bollocks,” he muttered. “What am I? The support act?”
“Shhh,” Mordant said, patting his chest again. “They’re worried, that’s all. You went down with quite a crack.”
“Send them away,” Pink said, shutting his eyes. “They’re looking at me.”
“Keep your eyes open,” Mordant told him firmly. “And you lot, bugger off. The show’s over. The ambulance guys are here.”
After that it was all can you move your thumb? and how many fingers am I holding up? and who’s the Prime Minister?
“That fucker!” Pink replied, which must have been good enough, as the EMT peering into his eyes with a little light laughed at him and said, “That’ll do, you’ve got all your marbles!” She switched off her mini-torch and stuck it back in the pocket of her overalls, continuing, “I want to take you in, though. I think you’ve got a bit of a concussion. And that wrist is broken.”
Pink grumbled under his breath but there wasn’t much he could do about it with Mordant glaring at him from behind her shoulder. “Do I have to?” he whined, as they discussed getting a stretcher. “I can walk,” he told them.
“Uh-uh.” The EMT shook her head. “You’ve got a head injury. Let us get you on the stretcher.” He looked at her pathetically and she said, “Humour me, all right?” before turning to Mordant and asking, “Are you coming with him?”
Mordant looked momentarily nonplussed, but before Pink could tell them he didn’t need anyone, he said, “Yeah, I will. I’ll need to tell Pete, hang on—” and stepped out of Pink’s sight.
“Come on then,” the bossy EMT said. “Let’s get you on this thing.”
They helped him to his feet and he was pleased for the aid. As he came upright, he was overcome with a wave of nausea that had nothing to do with the pain in his wrist, now wrapped in a soft, supportive splint. It was entirely down to the sickening, shifting sensation in his head. “I’m going to throw up,” he announced.
The second EMT expertly manoeuvred him so when he chucked up it was on the floor, not all over himself. He was shaking by the time he’d finished. Someone offered him a bottle of water and he took a sip and handed it back, before realising it was Mordant. Damn. He didn’t want anyone who knew him to have seen that. Too late now.
“Come on, let’s get you lying down again,” Bossy EMT said. “You’ll feel better then.”
He did as he was told, although she was lying, he didn’t feel better at all, he felt swimmy and hot and cold and nauseous. “I feel a bit odd,” he told her.
“Not surprised mate, you’ve got quite a bump on your noggin. You’re fine, though, just stay put and we’ll sort you out. Shut your eyes, we’ll wake you up when we need to check you, all right?”
“So he didn’t need to keep me awake?” Pink muttered.
“Don’t blame me,” he heard Mordant say. “I was only doing what the lady on the phone told me.”
“Huh,” Pink said.
He felt much better with his eyes shut. It was annoying not to be able to see Mordant, though. “You don’t need to come,” he told him again. “I’m fine. You need to get on and do the show. I gave you an extra monitor,” he told him. “You always bitch about the monitors. I found another one for you.”
He felt a hand pat his own. “I noticed,” Mordant said, looking gravely down at him as he opened his eyes. “It was very kind of you, thank you.”
“You’re only being kind to me because I’ve hurt my head,” Pink told him. “You don’t usually call me Sunshine.”
“I didn’t,” Mordant told him. “You imagined it. You’ve got a head injury.”
“I don’t want you to come,” Pink said. “I don’t want you to see me when I’m ill. You don’t like me anyway. It’ll make it worse.”
Mordant coughed. “Shut your eyes again,” he said. “You can now, remember?” He patted Pink’s hand again. “Do you want me to call anyone for you?”
Pink shook his head and then winced. “No,” he said. “No, thanks. No point worrying anyone. Mum and Dad live in Cornwall; they’d want to come up and it’s a stupid long way. Leave them be.”
“Boyfriend?” Mordant asked.
“No,” Pink replied shortly. “No-one. Stop fussing. Stay and do the show.”
“There’s hours yet,” Mordant replied comfortably. “I’ll come. It’ll be fine.” He turned to the paramedic. “I’ll go and get my kit and meet you at the wagon, all right?”
The paramedic nodded, talking to Mordant over Pink as if Pink wasn’t there. “Yeah, we’ll wait,” she said and looked down at Pink again. “Come on then, matey, let’s get you loaded.”

#WhatToReadWednesday | My books in Kindle Unlimited

I’m taking the easy way out on this month’s #WhatToReadWednesday post! I’ve had some more books added to the Kindle Unlimited catalogue. They’re still available wide for those of you (like me) who don’t have KU, but if you’re a KU reader, these are the titles you currently can get from me.

If you want blurbs and excerpts, you’ll have to click the Books tab above.

black bird

Paranormal Gay Romance

58,124 words

Fated Mates, hurt-comfort, interspecies, abduction.

Amazon

ninestones

Paranormal Gay Romance

24,139 words

Fated Mates, hurt-comfort, interspecies, men with pets

Amazon

Pine Tree Mary

Paranormal Gay Romance

28,907 words

Hurt-comfort, interspecies, mythology

Amazon

bangerchallenge

Contemporary Gay Romance

31,122 words

Road Trip, Hurt-Comfort, Cop, Coming out

Amazon

Crazy Joe

Contemporary Gay Romance

17,001 words

Hurt-Comfort, Past Bullying, Second Chance

Amazon

quinnyfocus

Contemporary Gay Romance

11,433 words

Mistaken Identity, Social Distancing, Humorous

Amazon

silentwoods

Gay Paranormal Romance

18,772 words

Established couple, Men with Children, Mystery, 

Amazon

elevator pitch

Gay Paranormal Romance

11,197 words

Interspecies, Claustrophobia, Stuck in an Elevator

Amazon

Jaeger's Lost & Found

Gay Paranormal Romance

28,641 words

Interspecies, Anxiety, Dystopian

Amazon

Worth His Salt

Gay Paranormal Romance

12,812 words

Ghost, witch, tattoos

Amazon

cuposugar

Gay Paranormal Romance

3,993 words

Fater Mates, Interspecies

Amazon

when skies are gray

Contemporary Gay Romance

16,356 words

Age Gap, Military, Reunited

Amazon

It Doesn't Translate

Gay Sci-Fi Romance

25,883 words

Fated Mates, Interspecies, Aliens

Amazon

Eight Feet of Magic

Gay Steampunk Romance

18,797 words

Christmas, Mythology, Hurt-Comfort

Amazon

24dates

Gay Contemporary Romance

38,008 words

Christmas, Established Couple

Amazon

the ruby tooth

Paranormal Gay Romance

11,834 words

Fated Mates, Interspecies, Christmas

Amazon

turning wood

Contemporary Gay Romance

13,893 words

Christmas, Hurt-Comfort, Small Town Romance

Amazon

aidenandtristan

Contemporary Gay Romance

46,142 words

Christmas, Small Town Romance, Lumberjack

Amazon

souleater

Gay Paranormal Romance

51,577 words

Fated Mates, Enemies to Lovers, Interspecies, Mystery

Amazon

ghostdater

Gay Paranormal Romance

9,376 words

Fated Mates, Halloween

Amazon

mindscrambler

Gay Paranormal Romance

53,186 words

Fated Mates, Interspecies, Mystery, Past Abuse

Amazon

aroundseven

Contemporary Gay Romance

 23,995 words

Small Town Romance, Anxiety, Out for You

Amazon

petdelivery

Contemporary Gay Romance

30,911 words

Small Town Romance, Witness Protection, Men with Pets

Amazon

the egg hunt

Contemporary Gay Romance

34,031 words

Small Town Romance, Out for You, Easter

Amazon

onceinmay

Contemporary Gay Romance

47,776 words

Small Town Romance, Past Abuse, Age Gap

Amazon

kissesandcabins-small-1

Contemporary Gay Romance

12,836 words

Friends to Lovers, Opposites Attract

Amazon

hemeltedus

Contemporary Gay Romance

16,930 words

Established couple, reunion, Paris

Amazon

pictabook (small)

Contemporary Gay Romance

36,559 words

Hurt – Comfort, Librarian, Dyslexia, Anxiety

Amazon

dazzleme

Contemporary Gay Romance

9,524 words

Summer Holiday, One of Those Days

Amazon

rememberusContemporary Gay Fiction

12,055 words

Married Couple, Dementia, Tearjerker

Amazon

deadlysugar

Gay Horror

20,281 words

Dark, Serial Killer, Deception

Amazon

deadlylies

Gay Horror

19,639 words

Dark, Deception, Revenge

Amazon

thesnowflake

Gay Horror Romance

20,523 words

Stalker, Serial Killer, Artist

Amazon