Hi everyone! First off, I would like to extend
my thanks to Star for allowing me to do a guest post on her blog. And today I
want to talk about cover arts. :D
Well, I’m a bit new to this writing and
publishing thing. I just started this year, on March 23 to be exact, the time
when my first story was released. It was a short story and honestly, I didn’t
expect to get a cover art for I read somewhere on the publisher’s site that I wouldn’t
get one. It was a sweet surprise when their artist contacted me and gave me
several photos to choose to be my cover art.
Getting my first art for my first story and to
see my name on it—it was unbelievable. I love reading and I always love to see
the covers of the novels I bought. I never imagined someday I would get my own
cover. Then I got to realize the importance of a cover art. It’s the first
thing people see when they want to buy a book. And I began to pay attention to
the kinds of cover arts that ‘sell.’
Apparently skin is important. Some artistic
cover arts don’t use half naked men and women and that’s okay. Still the
majority of the arts use them. I don’t mind that, to say the least. I love to
see hard, muscled chest of a man, and with me writing m/m, a double dose of
that is totally welcome.
So I couldn’t wait when my release date for Release Me was getting closer. I wanted
to see what my publisher has in store for me for my story, and my, that didn’t
disappoint at all. I don’t want to sound shallow but I love to see not one, but
two lovely men on my cover. Not only that, the cover also details the important
aspects in my story. This writer is happy.
How about you? For authors, do you like your
covers? And readers, what kind of cover is your favorite?
Blurb:
Gregory
Phillips was a private investigator and his last job almost turned him into
fish food if not for Nicholas. Little did he know that the main suspect in his
case was one of Nicholas’ father’s clients. When Nicholas insisted on taking
care of Gregory after the incident that almost killed him, can he trust
Nicholas enough with his life?
Excerpts:
Stanley Haynes threw the newspaper, and it
landed with a slap on Nicholas's plate. The headlines blared at Nicholas as
though his father had shouted at him.
Heir to US Banking Chain Wedded?
"You ever plan to tell us about this,
Nicholas?"
Nicholas glanced briefly at his mother sitting
across from him, but she kept stirring the cooling coffee in her cup. Nicholas
could see a smile flicker in her eyes. He shrugged.
“Come on, Dad. You know it was impossible for me
to talk about it before everything was done.”
“Are you saying you don’t trust me, or your
mom—” Stanley threw a glance at his wife, and his eyes widened. “You knew about this?”
She threw her hands up.
“God, no, honey. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“All right, all right.” Stanley took a deep
breath, trying to calm himself. “Is it that Phillips guy?”
“Of course. Who else?” Nicholas grinned.
His mother went back to stirring her coffee. Her
voice was calm when she asked, “When was it, Nicholas? How come both of us didn’t
know anything about it?”
“A moment after Greg was released from the
hospital.”
“Wow. That fast?”
Nicholas chuckled. “Yeah. Now you can’t accuse
me of being a playboy anymore.”
“That’s good, dear.” His mother took his hand,
and Nicholas squeezed hers gently. “So those journalists—they just found out
the other day?”
“They’ve just seen this ring, that’s all.”
Nicholas lifted his left hand and eyed the simple platinum band around his ring
finger. Gregory had exactly the same
kind of ring around his finger.
****
A
month earlier
It was the lulling sounds of the waves and the
gentle breeze above the vast, boundless ocean that Nicholas loved most. He
could spend days, even weeks, drifting seemingly without any course and purpose
on his boat, all by himself. After months dealing with his father’s clients
about legal matters, he was always desperate for some time alone. Sometimes he
just couldn’t understand why he had to work twice as hard as the other
employees in his father’s bank when he was his only son. However, most of the
time, he just couldn’t see it any other way. His father was not the type to
want to spoil his family. Everyone had to earn what life had given to them.
Nobody was allowed to simply ask and receive.
Today, though, he ended up not alone.
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A little about me:
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Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its
traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the
roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in
half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana
can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the
time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Iyana loves kitties. Right now she has five of
them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t
write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
Iyana loves teaching. She teaches English and
her students range from elementary school kids to college students to
employees. She enjoys working with them all. Teaching is so much fun for her.
Find Iyana here:
Thank you so much for the chance. :)
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