- Editing. The publisher usually edits your book. Some publishers do this better than others, I’ve found. When you are self-pubbed, you are responsible for finding an editor. I have a friend who edits professionally. She charges about $350 for a 65,000 word book. That’s primarily for line editing. For content editing it would be more. That’s money spent up front before your book can go to market.
- Cover art. Unless you are pretty good with graphics, you might want to find someone to do cover art. I created the cover for my book, but I worry that it doesn’t look as professional as my other covers. FIVERR has people who do cover work and I’ve been contacted by several people on LinkedIn, and most of them are not terribly expensive. The biggest problem is finding an artist with whom you have confidence and get along. Not a problem with my “cover artist.” I get along with myself fine.
- ISBNs. I’m not absolutely sure on this, but I don’t think you have to have an ISBN number. I have some eBooks that don’t have them and others that do. I decided to buy ISBN numbers and go with books the way I’m used to thinking of them. Amazon will assign an ASIN number, which I think is Amazon’s form of ISBN. If you want an ISBN number, you can buy them through Bowker. They are not cheap. We paid $295 for 10 numbers. Be aware that if you use ISBN numbers, you need one for the eBook and a separate one for the print version.
- Keywords. One of the things you will be asked for on Amazon is keywords. This is about 40 words (plus or minus) that are words readers would use to find your book. This seems easy. It’s not. Be sure to gather words readers will actually use to find your book. That is the point, after all. Then hold on to them for during the uploading process.
- Formatting the eBook. There are lots of places to turn to for formatting. I recently purchased Dave Chesson’s Publisher Rocket and I believe he has a way to format. FIVERR also has people who will format. I decided to put my book on Kindle Unlimited since Book 1 of the series is there, so I went with KDP Select. Being on KU means that the book can only be offered through Amazon, which makes things easier at this point but limits where you can make sales. Amazon provides a handy guide that leads you through how to format your book in order to upload it to their processing system. Surprisingly, you can still use some Word features like First line, but most features you will want to turn off. No headers/footers, no page numbering, no double spacing (I think. To be safe, I went with single line and used double returns between paragraphs). You can use Word’s table of contents feature as long as you set your chapter headings to the proper paragraph style. All in all, it’s pretty painless. Once you upload it, you can preview the book before accepting it and having Amazon upload the book for real.
- Formatting the print book. This is slightly more complicated than formatting the eBook. Amazon provides a guideline for how to format print books, too. The biggest differences are that you can have headers and footers (I have my name on even pages and the book title on odd), you can format gutters so that when the book is printed there is room for the binding, you can have page numbers. You will need to upload your cover and select a back cover, and then add text to the back cover. This is what has given me the most difficulty so far. What looks great on the screen might not fit within their parameters, so once you know what they are, you will think more about those parameters from the beginning next time (lesson learned).
Blurb
As one of a set of triplets, Jonah always feels the need to make his individuality known. So where his brother Daniel is serious and completely focused, Jonah shuns commitment. Where his genius brother Mark is hailed in the scientific world, Jonah hides beneath a car, tinkering. Thing is, being different isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It takes a woman—the right woman—to make him see that a “good man” can always be a better man.
Excerpt
Jonah hit Saturday hard. He started with a five-mile run, something he used to do every day but had slacked on over Thanksgiving. He needed to stay in shape so he could enjoy the Christmas feast his mom was known for. No question that the older he got the closer he came to the “done-lop” problem—where his stomach “done lopped” over his belt. Sure, he was only in his mid-thirties, but flab could take over without warning.
After his run and a shower, he checked in with his uncle. The garage was closed on the weekends, but if Zeb had work that needed attention, Jonah would stay in town and help.
When Zeb said nothing was scheduled, Jonah asked, “Want to run up home with me, visit with Mom and Dad? I’m coming back tomorrow, and you know they have plenty of space at the house. You can meet Daniel and his new family.”
“Maybe next time. I have some tinkering to do around here, and Clemson is playing this afternoon.”
“Okay, then. If you don’t need me, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”
“Drive safe, son. Tell your mama and daddy hello for me.”
“Will do.”
The day couldn’t have been more perfect for driving if Jonah had ordered it up. Slightly cloudy but with some sun. A nice breeze flew in the passenger’s window, which was down a couple of inches, and hurried to the driver’s window, open about the same amount. The air would be chillier the farther into the mountains he drove, but for now, conditions were perfect.
An old Travis Tritt song came on the radio and Jonah added his baritone to Travis’ as Ginger opened up and sped through the lowlands and toward the North Carolina mountains surrounding Lucky Strike.
Most people associated the name of his town with the cigarette, but anyone who did so was wrong. The town was named when an eighteenth-century farmer found a large emerald while plowing his field. He promptly gave up on farming and instead dug for precious stones. When North Carolina stopped being a colony and started being a state, the town of Lucky Strike—the “lucky strike” being the emeralds the now wealthy farmer had found—was formed, and consolidated the land where the farm had been.
As a kid Jonah had never given the town’s name a thought except to how it had looked as part of the school name on the back of his letter jacket. Now, he liked the quaintness of the place, the way he relaxed once he hit the town limits after being in “the cities,” meaning Asheville or Charlotte. As an adult he’d come to appreciate his hometown in a way he never had as a child. And his appreciation was never greater than when he spotted his parents’ house.
He pulled in the driveway behind Daniel’s old Volvo. Man, that thing had seen better days, but Daniel seemed to love it. At least with Daniel living close, Jonah could help keep the thing in tune and running.
“Speak of the devil,” Jonah said, as Daniel exited the house with his son, Timmy.
“Jonah!” Timmy screamed his name and came running for him. Jonah scooped the boy into his arms, laughing.
“What has you so excited, huh?”
The boy’s dark eyes sparkled and his mouth held a wide smile. “My dad got the job you told him about and the school is really cool and we’re going up next week to look for a new house for all of us and I might even get a dog.”
“A dog? Wow! No wonder you’re so excited.”
“I know. And right now, we’re going to get ice cream for dessert because gramma is making supper and she said she wanted some ice cream. What kind do you like, Jonah?”
“Vanilla for me.”
Timmy scrunched his face into a scowl. Vanilla?”
“Well, with lots of chocolate sauce on it.”
The boy smiled again. “That’s okay, then.” Then he twisted to throw a disparaging look at Ginger. “Except Dad says your heap is in the way. What’s a heap? I thought you drove a car.”
Jonah looked to Daniel who stood laughing softly at Tim’s rant. He raised his brows and said meaningfully, “I don’t drive a car, Tim. I drive a classic, original 1965 GTO. It’s very special. Her name is Ginger. Wanna go for ice cream in Ginger?”
Tim twisted toward Daniel so fast, Jonah almost dropped him. “Can we Dad? Can we take Ginger?”
With a wry smile, Daniel took Tim from Jonah. “Not this time. We have your car seat in our car. But later we can go out if your Uncle Jonah says it’s okay.”
If possible, Tim’s eyes grew even larger. “You’re my uncle? I’ve never had an uncle before.”
“Now you have two of them. Me and Mark. Remember Mark from the wedding?”
“Is that the man who kept talking about math and stuff?” Tim asked Daniel.
“That’s him.” Daniel held out his hand to shake and Jonah took it firmly. “What brings you home this weekend?”
“Wanted to see Mom and Dad now that all the hoopla is over. Zeb said to tell you hi and that he’ll be up with me for Christmas to meet everybody.”
“It’ll be good to see him.”
“So I guess congratulations are due for the new job? When do you start? I thought you had to finish the year up in New Hampshire.”
Timmy squirmed to get down, so Daniel set him on his feet. “Don’t go near the street.”
“Okay, Dad,” Tim shouted as he took off across the front yard, arms spread wide like an airplane.
“It seems that while we were here over Thanksgiving, the headmaster filled my spot. They don’t acknowledge that Eve and I created a scandal, and they aren’t accusing us of creating a scandal—”
“But they want any possible scandal gone far, far away.”
“You got it.” Daniel shrugged. “Once I spoke with the president of the school down here, I was ready to make the move. We went down to Asheville to meet her and look over the campus the day after we got back, and they offered me the job later that afternoon. We’re ready to start our new lives. I have enough money to tide us over, and it’s only a few weeks before I start in Asheville, in the new year.”
“Asheville is a good place to live. I’m glad things are working out for you.”
“Eve and I will be going after the weekend to find a temporary place to live while we look for a house, and to get Tim enrolled in school. Then we’ll be there, getting used to the town and getting a feel for the school.”
“You’ll do great, Daniel. They’re lucky to have you.”
“Thanks.” Daniel stole a glance over Jonah’s left shoulder. “Looks like you might be lucky, too.”
Jonah turned to see what Daniel was talking about, just in time to see Kelly’s RAV4 turn the corner. His heart rate skipped with that little bit of contact. Damn it. She didn’t even see him. Didn’t wave or honk the horn. And still his heart knew her. And wanted her.
Just like other parts of his anatomy.
“Don’t you have to move this heap that’s blocking my classic? If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say she was coming from her home and going towards The Emerald. It is lunch time.”
“She might not be going to the diner.”
“Right. She might not be. But don’t you have to move that heap anyway? Check it out, dude. Jeez, do I have to tell you everything?” He turned. “Come on, Son. Let’s go get some boring old vanilla ice cream.”
Tim came flying across the yard. “Can I have chocolate, Dad?” he shouted.
“You can have anything you want,” Daniel said, and gave Tim a big kiss as he lifted him into the air.
Tim wiped it off and scrunched his face again. “Boys don’t kiss, Dad.”
“Oh, yes they do.” And he smothered Tim in kisses until the boy shrieked with giggles.
Jonah had to turn away. He loved that Daniel had found such happiness but seeing him like this filled Jonah with a feeling he’d never known before. Jealousy. And he didn’t like it.
“Okay, see you guys soon,” he called over his shoulder.
“Good hunting,” Daniel called back.”
“Is Uncle Jonah going to hunt something? Is it a bear?”
He didn’t hear Daniel’s reply. Instead his mind zeroed in on one goal. Finding Kelly Shepherd.
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