Big Changes, a New Release, and the Launch of My New Website #EROROMANCE #NEW RELEASE #RPBP #IARTG #ASMSG
Today I find myself at a crossroads, about to start down a different path, hopefully a better one. Indie publishing is a tough business and I’ve worked hard in the past few years but to no avail. I’ve failed to find a substantial readership, a following, a reader base to support me. My sales are dismal and I know many writers would quit in the same predicament, working countless hours every week and achieving close to nothing. However, I’m no quitter. I love writing and sharing my stories with others. Yes, I wish my readership was larger but the small group that supports me is wondrous and I’m grateful for them. I continue to write as much for them as for myself. The reality of my situation, though, is that I spend more money publishing these works than I see returned as sales, and cannot afford to continue to do so.
Therefore, I’ve made several changes to how I’m going to conduct myself from this point forward. I’ve spent months dissecting my floundering sales and attempting to figure out where I went wrong. One thing I realized was that, unlike many indie authors, I write in different genres. Most write in one, specialize in it if you will, and have created a brand for themselves as a result. Unfortunately, I can’t limit myself like that. From the beginning, this endeavour has been about the stories, not me. I write them as they come to me and, aside from usually containing romantic elements, what I write varies greatly from contemporary romance to horror. I did realize that this causes some confusion for readers however, especially those that only read in one genre, resulting in those who figured my horror titles would be romantic, and vice versa.
In a bid to alleviate this confusion, and to move toward a brand as an author, I’ve separated my available titles into different pennames, C.A. Knoble for romances, Cynthia Knoble for erotic romances, and Anne Kaye for horror titles. I’m hoping this will help and am excited to see the results of this decision. My website has been overhauled entirely to reflect these changes, as have some titles, now sporting new covers. This may prove to be a foolhardy move but I am confident it will be a positive one. I’ve also introduced two new collections under Cynthia Knoble. Quickies is a collection of short erotic stories, the first of which, Rescue Me, releases today. The Love Bites Collection is the banner for paranormal erotic romance titles. Night’s Companion, previously released under C.A. Knoble, is part of this collection, and a new series of wolf-shifter novels, entitled The Willow Creek Wolf Pack, will be released this year, the first book, Claimed by Her Wolves, in late spring.
Ravages of Spirit: Deference, the third and final book in the trilogy, will be available in April. The series has been a labour of love, difficult to write with the depth of emotional turmoil the characters endured, and sadly, completely fell flat commercially. Although the books have been the best reviewed of all my works, the series failed to find an audience. At all. That has made writing the final book extremely taxing, as it’s incredibly disheartening to write something I know readers will pass up. However, again, I value the wonderful few who took the time to read the first two and post such amazing reviews. You are lovely, compassionate women who truly bonded with those characters and, again, I’m finishing the last book as much for you as for myself.
In closing, I remain hopeful these changes will propel my career forward, facilitate the branding that seems to be key for commercial success, and, hopefully, attract new readers. To those who have been supportive from the beginning, I treasure you and once more thank you for all you’ve done to assist me on my journey as an author. As always, I welcome any feedback anyone would like to provide and I will endeavour to blog more this year.
A passionate affair soon plunges Rhys Davenport III into a chaotic corporate world of deceit and betrayal. Is Amber’s love worth risking his own career to salvage hers?
Reclining in a wingback chair in the smoking room of an exclusive gentlemen’s club, Rhys Davenport III celebrates his success. The youngest man ever granted admittance, he has arrived at a pinnacle in his career. The click of stilettoes cuts his gloating short, and he’s astounded at the appearance of a woman in the club, especially one even younger than he is.
Amber Lindsay is a driven woman who has achieved remarkable success. A corporate leader, her accomplishments have guaranteed her entry into the club. No stranger to attaining her goals, she sets her sights on a new one, Rhys.
Their passionate affair fizzles when a secret surfaces, one devastating enough to ruin more than their relationship, an indiscretion that could cut short Amber’s illustrious career. With Rhys’ own reputation at stake, is his brief relationship with Amber worth the risk of losing everything he has accomplished?
The unmistakable sound of high heels on the polished floors that led to this room filled his ears. He looked up to see Raymond, the man who’d given him a tour of the club more than a month ago, leading a woman into the room, and he frowned at their intrusion. Women weren’t allowed in the club, it was called a gentlemen’s club for a reason. He assumed the club had finally realized it was the twenty-first century and was considering admitting women and Raymond was giving her a tour. His other assumption, that she would be an older, spinster-type, rigid in both look and opinion, caused him to turn his head slightly to see if he was correct, but his quick inspection soon revealed that his assumptions were wildly wrong. The woman walking into the room with Raymond was slender and dressed in a business suit that was professional and sexy at once. Short slits in the sides of her fitted knee-length skirt revealed shapely thighs and sensational calves. His eyes flitted back up and over her narrow waist to the tasteful amount of cleavage on display. When he looked to her face, he was shocked. She couldn’t be any older than thirty-five and he narrowed his eyes.
He’d been the only member present and when he’d hoped for company, this certainly wasn’t what he had envisioned. Pretending to be distracted by the cellphone he pulled from the inner pocket of his velvet smoking jacket, he wasn’t eager to have to interact with either interloper, and wished they’d continue their tour elsewhere in the club. When he heard Raymond’s next words, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
“Congratulations once more, Madam. If you require anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you,” she replied.
She’d obviously already gained membership and she was younger than he was. Furiously staring at the blackened screen of his cellphone as she took a seat in the armchair across from him, he debated whether he should move to another room or just leave the club entirely. He fought his eyes as she crossed her legs, drawing his attention to them. The sight of those perfect legs caused him to picture them crossing over his back. He forced his sightline away from them but an instant later, his treacherous eyes moved back but to her face this time.
As she lit a slim cigar and puffed on its end, he felt a stirring in his loins, thinking of her full lips there. She blew out smoke, looked to him, and he couldn’t look away now. Her olive-hued irises locked him in place and he could do nothing but stare intently at her. When she smiled at him, his heart began to race and he once more cursed the admittance board.
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