I don’t know how many of you can appreciate this small feat if you aren’t an author…but, hitting the first page of your category at Fictionwise is a pretty big deal J

Today in the erotica section, JM Snyder’s Working Man: Makin’ Copies is #6 (one more and she’ll be in that little yellow note card box at the top of every erotica page!) and Jade Buchanan’s Del Fantasma: Black Wolf is #11.  Black Wolf is also currently #1 in total sales over all categories at All Romance Ebooks.

Aspen Mountain routinely has several titles in the top 100 and a bunch in the top 10% (there are more than 4400 titles in erotica alone)

#62  Forget the Mistletoe by Lizzie T. Leaf

#149 Death of a Blues Angel by Sarah Black*

#206 Snowball in Hell by Josh Lanyon*

#311 Working Man: Easily Addicted by JM Snyder*

#335 Scarred by JM Snyder*

#371 Working Man: Summer Kisses and Ice Cream Dreams*

#432 Working Man: Opening Day at the County Fair*

Congratulations on the wonderful showing  at Fictonwise authors!

Sandra

Last night Studs and I went for a bite to eat at our favorite haunt. Sitting at the end of the bar were the same two old men who never miss a night or a drink when it’s offered. The pair reminds me of the ancient geezers on Sesame Street. Better yet, they’re like the men from the Simon and Garfunkel song. Rarely do theses wizened birds speak with anyone. Too intent on whatever sports show happens to be on TV, but last night was different. 

Bob, the least grizzly of the two, decided to open up for the first time in three years. He told me of his wife and how he had to divorce her years ago when their son was a tiny tot. Her constant cheating and lying was more than Bob could deal with.  

Yesterday would have been their sixtieth wedding anniversary, he said as his eyes clouded over. He spoke of the dreams and plans they’d had for their life together and the savings account he thought would provide them. He turned away then dragged a calloused hand across one eye before he continued to explain what all he’d lost. Bob wasn’t looking for sympathy. He just needed someone to hear about his loneliness and painful past. 

There’s not much a person can say in answer when an acquaintance pours out their heart, including someone who makes their living writing romance novels. I held his hand and nodded, the whole time thinking how fortunate I am to have Studs in my life. 

To all of you I wish a beautiful life with a person you can trust and honor. May you never feel the pain so many people in the world are forced to experience. 

Sloane Taylor

Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell

www.sloanetaylor.com