Sunday, July 28, 2013

Guest Post & Excerpt ~*~ Iyana Jenna

 Happy Sunday!!

We are excited to welcome Iyana jenna to the blog today . . .
A relatively new author she has put out three short stories this year and hopefully will have more to come!  
Everyone say Hi and give Iyana a warm welcome!!!

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?

 Taking a break from dealing with his father’s clients on legal matters, Nicholas Haynes went out to the sea on his yacht—only to find a man floating in the water. The man was still alive, much to Nicholas’s relief.

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?

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.

Book Links ~*~
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A little about me:

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.
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