Making those Ads Count!

It’s all about getting noticed. Rising above the noise. There are thousands of books being released every day. How do you get seen? Why do readers click on one ad and not another? Does your indie ad look professional? Is everything spelled correctly? Did you forget important information?

I always get a kick out of creating ads for my series. Actually, I adore it. This morning I knocked out three new ones. Same catchphrases, but different images. I run so many of these now on Facebook that I don’t want my band to get boring. All the images are purchased stock photos from istockphoto.com. As for the details of price and links, I always place that outside the basic ad. That way it can be changed often. Sometimes it’s a description of the book or an excerpt to tease the reader. And of course, prices go up and down.

As a romance author I have to be careful not to show too much otherwise a reader will think the books are more erotica than romance. And there is a difference between the two. An image that is too suggestive is often times banned from some Facebook group, so it’s a fine line for most romance authors.

How did I do compare to other Romance Book advertising you’ve seen? Leave a comment below.

Amazon Reviews:

The Love of Gods

I just wanted to highlight the customer reviews that are beginning to appear on Amazon. Each, no matter the number of starts given, is a gift to an author. It lets us know if our storytelling has touched you, entertained you, or where we need to work harder on perfecting our craft. Thank you for taking the time to tell other readers about the first book in the Legends of the Pale Series, The Love of Gods.

stephen r. huggins

5.0 out of 5 stars  A Welcome Surprise

May 27, 2019 Format: Paperback

“This was my first time reading a “paranormal romance” and I was delighted with the experience. The characters were distinct and well-rounded, the settings described with just enough detail to make the scenes snap, and the dialog both intriguing and believable. The pacing of the novel kept me moving right along wondering where the plot would take me next.
This has got to be a difficult genre to write for, yet Tarrant Smith carried it off with great flair. If you are ready to step out of the hum-drum of routine fiction, this is a great place to start. I now plan to tackle Smith’s other novels. I’m confident I won’t be disappointed.”

C. Jackson

5.0 out of 5 stars  A Page-Turning Supernatural Mystery/Romance

May 29, 2019 Format: Kindle Edition

“Smith manages to combine mystery, romance, and the paranormal in this riveting tale. I read The Love of Gods over two days, eager to learn more of the world of gods, shifters, witches, and demons. Well-developed characters and a tight plot left me turning pages until the very end. While I’m waiting for the next book in the series, I’m going to read her other work. I highly recommend this read if you love romance, mystery, or paranormal stories!”

Amazon Customer

5.0 out of 5 stars  For the Love of This Book!

May 5, 2019 Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase

“The Love of Gods (The Legends of the Pale Series) by Tarrant Smith features a pantheon of gods and goddess, witches, demons, shape shifters, fae, werewolfs and demigods all trying to eek out a somewhat normal existence in the modern world…”

“…The cast of characters—gods witches, et. al—really work in this novel. Smith does an amazing job of explaining to the reader the character’s backstory. Mythology can be so confusing, but in this series it isn’t. Trying to tell a story with a murder mystery coupled with a love story and mythology seems impossible, but Tarrant Smith does it with elegance and grace!”

Excerpt from: Resurrected Darkly (book 5, The Darkly Series)

The hero of Resurrected Darkly has always been a favorite of mine. Crank is an ancient fey warrior who has lost everything; his king, honor, and name. When the reader and Ena first meet Crank in the fifth book, his mind is broken. This book is all recovery, redemption, and risking your heart once more.

An excerpt from Chapter 10:

Crank followed Ena up the winding flight of stairs that led to the House of Caw’s private rooms. A lifetime had passed since he’d last seen these quarters, and like so much gathered dust, memories stirred as he strolled slowly through the rooms he’d once known so well. Much had changed—and yet, he decided, much had not.

He had relinquished his post as Gwenhwyfar’s captain not long after the birth of Caw’s last son. And, if Crank remembered correctly, Neb had been still crawling at his mother’s feet the last time he’d seen Caw. They’d had naught but angry words for each other on that dark day.

Whether out of respect or laziness, Bran had not changed the placement of the booty his father had collected over the centuries. The family room remained cluttered with artifacts from a distant age. History lined the walls and lay upon every available flat surface. Everywhere Crank looked, he saw fragments of a shared past, a past where he and others had served Arthur. There, on the far wall, hung a cracked shield, the result of a dispute between himself and Caw. And there…there, in an honored spot upon the fireplace mantel, sat a gold chalice, a gift from Arthur after the birth of Caw’s first son. Crank stopped dead when he spied the portrait of the unseelie whose name the house still bore. From the paint-covered canvas, Caw stared back, his image dusty and full of unspoken censure.

Coming to a halt as well, Ena followed Crank’s gaze. “I hate that picture,” she declared.

“It does give one pause,” he replied, averting his gaze.

Crank smiled when his eyes happened to fall on the charmed harp he’d helped Caw steal from a rival. As a personal favor to Arthur, Crank had tagged along that day to keep Caw from getting himself killed. As it turned out, the harp wasn’t the only thing they’d stolen from Drest. During the harp theft, Caw met and abducted his future mate, mother to the horde of young warriors Caw later sired. Crank found himself chuckling at the pleasant memory of his friend, the formidable Caw, attempting to instill some semblance of discipline among his wayward and headstrong lads.

“What’s so funny?” Ena asked, turning her lavender eyes on him.

“’Tis nothing, lass,” he replied. He’d followed her through the larger family room into a smaller antechamber. This room had once been Caw’s training area. It now looked similar to the room they’d just left but was more austere in its seating arrangement. Despite the change, Crank felt very much at home inside the House of Caw.

“Father uses this room when he is in negotiations or dealing with business that doesn’t have to do with the den. Court obligations,” she clarified.

Crank just nodded. He was still seeing the room the way it used to be. “Your grandfather trained in this room.”

“You knew Caw?”

“Aye. We often sharpened our skills by sparring against one another. Your grandfather was a fine swordsman.” Glancing at her, Crank smiled. The look on her pretty face was one of utter shock. “Remember, lass, I be as old as dirt.” Again he found himself grinning at her reaction.

“My father has never mentioned you,” she replied, a ring of challenge in her tone.

Crank simply shrugged off her doubt and walked farther into the room. If Caw had regaled his offspring with their adventures, he would not have used Crank’s current name. “Your father was a babe at the time. He would not remember me,” Crank lied. Pulling his gaze away from the dead coals resting in the fireplace, he studied all four walls. Although the rest of the room had been transformed, the hard, gray stone wall remained. The individual stones had been neither polished nor painted, nor had any tapestries been hung.

“Why has Bran not adorned the walls?” he asked, changing the subject.

“He likes to say that his father hoarded people and objects but preferred the latter. I guess my father is just the opposite.”

Resurrected Darkly is only $4.99 or Free on Kindle Unlimited

Excerpts from: The Love of Gods

I always enjoy sharing snippets of my books. Here’s a random sampling from my latest book, The Love of Gods.

From Chapter 1:

Now it was her turn to laugh, a nervous little titter of unease. “All right. Will this date include a tour of where all the bodies are buried?” she asked, accepting his dare.

The soul remembers. The soul endures because it is not bound by the laws of time. The thought came to him unbidden, along with a hope he had no business nurturing.

Lugos grinned. “No, Keely. That’s second date material.”

She slid her sunglasses back up on her nose and put the Mustang in gear. “Have a nice trip, Lugh. See ya when ya get back.”

He stepped away just as Keely pressed down on the gas pedal, his eyes and heart following her down the long blacktop driveway until the trees finally obscured his view.

Long after the roar of the Mustang’s engine had faded from his hearing, Lugos stood there.

What had he done? The familiar path lay before him yet again, and so did the yearning to set his feet upon it. He had revealed his true identity to her many times. In each lifetime, there had been difficulties; but in the end, the truth of who and what he was had been something she had found a way to accept.

From Chapter 5:

As if cued, Bride glided into the room and announced the arrival of tea and cakes. Lugos watched her float by in her long skirts, a blurred stream of reddish-gold light trailing behind her like a ghost. The color of Bride’s power had always reminded Lugos of dying coals. When she stopped moving, the comet effect ended, but the goddess’s power made her skin appear a bit unworldly, as if tiny flecks of dancing flame lay just under the surface. Even more unsettling, Angus’s twin sister had never made the effort to move much past the restrictions of Victorian fashion or social decorum. Not until Martha Stewart came to the petite goddess’s notice had the all-consuming passion for crafting unsettled an otherwise predictable mind. None of Lugos’s kin truly looked forward to Bride landing on their doorstep—at first, because they didn’t want the constant reminder of her canonization, but now because things like Rhiannon’s vase happened. And because it was difficult to get the goddess of home and hearth to leave before she’d re-purposed every possession you ever held dear.

From Chapter 14:

“If you feel unsafe, even with me, then this will do more damage than that.” He nodded toward the knife. “But, Keely, you’ll need to empty the entire magazine into me, all fifteen bullets; the same goes for Rhiannon, here. Even if you aim for the head and heart, that will only buy you a little time.”

“Excuse me?” Keely and Rhiannon asked in unison. Keely made no move to take the weapon from his hand.

It was only then that Lugos started to breathe again. He’d been afraid to breathe. He’d been terrified that he’d lost her yet again. The thunderstorm outside began to dissipate as rapidly as it had materialized.

“What Lugh is trying to explain to you in his sweet and clumsy way is that he’s immortal, as am I. You can’t actually kill him, only slow him down.”

Lugos watched helplessly as a series of emotions flickered across Keely’s face: disbelief, alarm, fear, and then again disbelief. “I don’t believe that nonsense. Ain’t no one ever escaped death but Jesus Christ,” she said firmly.

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Facebook Ads

I’m all over Facebook these days. Running ads and making use of groups where I can tell the world about my books.

If you see one of these boosted posts, please share it. I always hear about someone or something going vial. Wouldn’t it be fantastic if the Darkly Series became the next Game of Thrones? It has dragons, swords, and steamy love scenes. And with my books, you know you’ll get a satisfying ending!

All the books are free on Kindle UNLIMITED and the Kindle editions of the Darkly books are .99 cents up to 4.99. And my newest book, The Love of Gods is only 5.99 on Kindle.

You can find all of them on my Amazon Author page.

(I always wonder if purchasing ads with Facebook is cost effective. At least for the next few weeks, I’m betting that they are. I’ll be sure to report back at the end of this experiment.)

Literary Titan: Review

The Love of Gods

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The Love of Gods, written by Tarrant Smith is the first book in the paranormal romance series, The Legends of the Pale.

The story is an intriguing combination of a murder mystery and love story. As with any good romance, the story has a masculine hero – Lugos.  Despite being a god, Lugos prefers the company of humans. Whilst Lugo is investigating the death of a high-ranking witch his relationship with Keely Ann Lee, a Southern bar tender develops from a simple friendship into romance. Unbeknownst to Keely, Lugos has loved her over several different lifetimes. This time, he will do all he can to protect this mere mortal.

The story is set in Pale, which are a group of supernatural communities, but the characters are spread over different physical locations including Ireland and America.

There is a large and daunting cast of characters, which appear and disappear throughout the book. The author provides a comprehensive character list at the beginning, which is appreciated, but flipping back and forth gets a bit disruptive. The number of characters is further complicated by the fact that these are paranormal characters such as demons, witches, gods, shifters, demigoddesses and familiars. Each character has their own special powers as well as personality and location. That said, it did not take long to get my head around the number of characters and any fan of epic expansive fantasy novels will appreciate the intricate backstory that Tarrant Smith ha created.

Interwoven into the story are both paranormal and human experiences. Characters constantly move from using human technology such as cell phones, luxury cars, classic cars, security systems and Google maps to teleportation and shape shifting. They move from the mundane such as using passports to shifting from human form to animal form. This adds interest and intrigue and ensures the story is fast moving.

The dialogue between characters is rich and realistic and enhances the relationship between characters. The tale is also enhanced with some interesting metaphors, for example, Keely is described at one point as “a puddle of need”; which is my new favorite phrase.

The Love of Gods is a well-written story. The dialogue is engrossing and most of the characters and their loyalties are intricate but explained in depth. Both the love story and the mystery will keep you guessing until the end.

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Calling for Reviews? Or not.

Let me be honest, reader reviews are necessary. They hopefully inform new readers about how good or bad a book may be before it is purchased. And in the Amazon marketplace, reviews are critical for a book’s exposure. With this said, most readers don’t leave reviews.

This is understandable. Heck, for years I hardly ever left behind a review. My live is a busy one, as are the lives of my readers. So, I’m being a complete hypocrite here. I know this. And yet, as an author I need to ask the reading public to gift me with their time and thoughts because I don’t have a long list of beta-readers or an endless email list of supporters. I am an introvert who’d rather listen to the characters in my own head than go to a party and mingle. I can’t tell you how often I’ve said something completely inappropriate in a social setting. Or drank too much because I felt uncomfortable. But those are stories best told inside a future book. Back to the reason for this post…

If you enjoyed any of my books after purchasing them on Amazon, please take a moment to let other potential readers know why. Luckily, all my books are free to download because they are enrolled in Kindle Unlimited.

If you purchased one of my books directly from me or received a book as a gift from someone else, log on to Goodreads.com and leave a comment about the book. And please know that I truly appreciate your support.

In a perfect world, I’d never ask for reviews. It would be lovely if the world immediately embraced my vision, my writing, and the worlds I have created. I wish I could say that Netflix was desperately trying to buy the rights to the Darkly Series or Hollywood wanted to turn The Love of Gods into a movie but that’s not the case. Not yet. Perhaps that will happen one day, but I need your help to get the word out.

Thank you.

Two books released this year…and working on more!

Yes, I know that I just published Resurrected Darkly, the final book of the Darkly Series, and I also introduced readers to the new world of the Pale with The Love of Gods, but that’s no reason to sit back and rest. I just have too many characters running around in my mind, some on two legs and some on four. Very soon I will be sending The Fate of Wolves off to my fabulous editor to begin the process of getting that book ready for release later this year.

The third book, The Dreams of Demons is in rewrites already and I’m diligently working on book four, The Souls of Witches. Each book illuminates a different community within the Pale. On occasion, previous characters may be involved, but I deliberately designed this series so that the books could be read out of order without a reader feeling lost.

Now, here’s a sneak peak at The Fate of Wolves.

Deegan Volkov was a werewolf—a direct descendant of the first dark soul who’d committed the vile crime for which his ancestor and the other four had been cursed. It was his fate to suffer.

He had killed many under the guise of protecting his pack of curse-born and curse-bitten brothers. The monster that dwelt inside Deegan had always taken far more than it ever gave. So, when he was faced with yet another impossible choice, Deegan had known no other way. No other path had been open to him. But this last agonizing loss had been too much for his heart to bear, and he’d howled his pain and despair to an uncaring moon never expecting a miracle…or her.

How could Eva Azoulf exist? She was a female werewolf in a world where all the cursed were men and the very last of an extinct bloodline. She was an impossibility, one that Deegan’s wolf was set on claiming for himself. But the man in Deegan craved more than just her body. To heal his torn and tattered soul, Deegan must find a way to win her heart.