at Brice. “Do you know what this is?”
“No.”
“This line indicates how many people downloaded my free book.” He looks confused and I swear I want to hit him.
“You’re excited because you gave away free books?” he asks.
“Do you know what that means?”
“I do; it means you could have sold them and made some money.”
“Brice,” I say very slowly. “It means that I have the potential to sell twice that many books.” I move the cursor so he can see the actual number of the free books. His eyes get big and I know he understands my excitement.
“Why is this line so much taller than yesterday?”
“Because of this!” I say excitedly as I hold up the newspaper for him to see the article of me and Leah.
He smiles and takes the paper from me and reads the article. “I also submitted my free book to BookBub.”
“What’s BookBub?”
“It’s an online site that features books on the web page. Brice, they have a reach of over 1,000,000 readers and they accept only 20% of the books that are submitted to them.”
“Let’s hope your book is one of the 20% to get accepted.”
The kids are also sitting at the table with us. “Mommy, are you famous?”
“No, Briley, I’m not.”
“When you get famous, can we have a horse?”
“No, Briley, no horse.”
“Can we have a swimming pool?” Braden asks.
“No, Braden, no swimming pool.”
Brice reads the paper and looks up at me and smiles. “Very impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“When you get famous, will you buy me a new Ford 250?”
“No, Brice, no new truck for you or for me!” We laugh and he leans in to hug me.
“Have I told you how proud I am of you?”
“No, you haven’t.”
“I’m sorry if I haven’t because I am.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“When BookBub accepts you, can I get a new truck?”
“No, Brice. Not now, not then.”
“Well, I’m still proud of you.” He leans in and kisses me again and says, “Get your shoes on, boys, because we’re taking Momma out to dinner.”
I get a text from Leah, saying I should probably bring in some more books to her shop. I just took some in and I’m afraid she may be getting a little too excited. Brice takes me and the boys to dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant and then we play putt-putt golf. We have a great day and the kids and Brice are carefree. Brice is usually under stress and he works endlessly. The boys shower, have a snack, and go to bed. Before bed, I check my sales for the day on the e-book sites and I force myself to blink a few times. The lines on the grid are still climbing for the free and paid books. My hearts races and my palms sweat. One of the best things I ever did is give away the first book in my series. Of course, this probably works only with trilogies that have cliffhangers in Books 1 and 2.
“Brice?”
“What?”
“Look,” I say tapping his hands. He leans over and now he knows what he’s looking at.
“Leah, are you sure I can’t have a Ford 250?”
“Shut up.” I kiss him, close the laptop, and say a silent prayer of thanks before falling into a peaceful sleep.
Chapter Four: Changes
Robert
We don’t go to church today because of Leah’s morning sickness. Plus, both of us are tired. She had a big day yesterday at the shop, and I flew out to D.C. and back for the fight. We don’t have anything planned for today until dinnertime.
“How are you feeling?” she asks.
I’m lying on the couch and raise my head up to look at her. “Fine, why?”
“Because of the fight last night. Are you stiff, sore, or anything?”
“Sweets, did you watch the fight?” I ask in confusion.
“Yes I did, Ace.”
“I didn’t get hit. I’m fine.”
“Okay, just asking. It feels odd that you fight and I don’t ask how you are. I don’t ever remember you boxing and never getting hit.”
“Because it’s never happened before until very recently.”
She sighs and I try to watch the television from the opposite
“No.”
“This line indicates how many people downloaded my free book.” He looks confused and I swear I want to hit him.
“You’re excited because you gave away free books?” he asks.
“Do you know what that means?”
“I do; it means you could have sold them and made some money.”
“Brice,” I say very slowly. “It means that I have the potential to sell twice that many books.” I move the cursor so he can see the actual number of the free books. His eyes get big and I know he understands my excitement.
“Why is this line so much taller than yesterday?”
“Because of this!” I say excitedly as I hold up the newspaper for him to see the article of me and Leah.
He smiles and takes the paper from me and reads the article. “I also submitted my free book to BookBub.”
“What’s BookBub?”
“It’s an online site that features books on the web page. Brice, they have a reach of over 1,000,000 readers and they accept only 20% of the books that are submitted to them.”
“Let’s hope your book is one of the 20% to get accepted.”
The kids are also sitting at the table with us. “Mommy, are you famous?”
“No, Briley, I’m not.”
“When you get famous, can we have a horse?”
“No, Briley, no horse.”
“Can we have a swimming pool?” Braden asks.
“No, Braden, no swimming pool.”
Brice reads the paper and looks up at me and smiles. “Very impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“When you get famous, will you buy me a new Ford 250?”
“No, Brice, no new truck for you or for me!” We laugh and he leans in to hug me.
“Have I told you how proud I am of you?”
“No, you haven’t.”
“I’m sorry if I haven’t because I am.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“When BookBub accepts you, can I get a new truck?”
“No, Brice. Not now, not then.”
“Well, I’m still proud of you.” He leans in and kisses me again and says, “Get your shoes on, boys, because we’re taking Momma out to dinner.”
I get a text from Leah, saying I should probably bring in some more books to her shop. I just took some in and I’m afraid she may be getting a little too excited. Brice takes me and the boys to dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant and then we play putt-putt golf. We have a great day and the kids and Brice are carefree. Brice is usually under stress and he works endlessly. The boys shower, have a snack, and go to bed. Before bed, I check my sales for the day on the e-book sites and I force myself to blink a few times. The lines on the grid are still climbing for the free and paid books. My hearts races and my palms sweat. One of the best things I ever did is give away the first book in my series. Of course, this probably works only with trilogies that have cliffhangers in Books 1 and 2.
“Brice?”
“What?”
“Look,” I say tapping his hands. He leans over and now he knows what he’s looking at.
“Leah, are you sure I can’t have a Ford 250?”
“Shut up.” I kiss him, close the laptop, and say a silent prayer of thanks before falling into a peaceful sleep.
Chapter Four: Changes
Robert
We don’t go to church today because of Leah’s morning sickness. Plus, both of us are tired. She had a big day yesterday at the shop, and I flew out to D.C. and back for the fight. We don’t have anything planned for today until dinnertime.
“How are you feeling?” she asks.
I’m lying on the couch and raise my head up to look at her. “Fine, why?”
“Because of the fight last night. Are you stiff, sore, or anything?”
“Sweets, did you watch the fight?” I ask in confusion.
“Yes I did, Ace.”
“I didn’t get hit. I’m fine.”
“Okay, just asking. It feels odd that you fight and I don’t ask how you are. I don’t ever remember you boxing and never getting hit.”
“Because it’s never happened before until very recently.”
She sighs and I try to watch the television from the opposite
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