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It’s all happening!

One of my favorite quotes is from Almost Famous – “It’s all happening!” and shit, that is how I feel right now. 

I leave in a few days to sign with some great authors at the Indie Tampa Mashup. There, I will finally meet my assistant, my editor, and my new muse for my upcoming book, Unmarked. 

Robert Simmons is a trained Martial Artist and is all tatted up. Perfect for Sean’s story. Picture is here.

In addition, my audio books are selling and they are getting good feedback. Click here to check them out on Audible. 

Unsettled on AUDIO

Unchosen on AUDIO

Both done by Claire White

 

What else? Oh and I am arranging a Author Signing in Austin. That is nuts. There are not enough hours in the day. So I run around naked and don’t shower. JK.

Hope everyone is well. Peace and Love.

WOW, WHAT A RIDE. Giveaway TIME!!!! #giveaway #mustread

It has been nearly ten days since Plastic Confidence released. It has been so very well received. I am honored at what people are saying.

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So today I am doing an audiobook giveaway for one of my previous books – in case anyone likes audio. I know I do!

Giveaway is here —–>   Post by Books by Alisa Mullen.

HERE ARE SOME REVIEWS of PLASTIC CONFIDENCE:

Plastic Confidence

Five Gorgeous Stars for Plastic Confidence #mustread #brilliant #oneclick

As a genre of books that I’d never read before (This whole new adult thing), I went into Plastic Confidence a little wary. I was lucky enough to be provided with a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review… and let me say that I am SO glad I won this copy!

I found this book completely thrilling, enthralling, captivating, and well written. I’m usually not one for self-publish books. This one was so wonderfully done however. The cover art is gorgeous, the inside format is wonderful… and honestly, it’s just amazing.

So… Are you ready to rock and roll?
Plastic Confidence by Alisa Mullen is NOW on Kindle Unlimited. Go read it for free in your account.
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Plastic Confidence By Alisa Mullen – Weekly Sneak Peeks

Last week, I released the prologue to this novel, Plastic Confidence. I forgot to put it here. So, the blog gets two posts! Lucky!

Plastic Confidence – Book 1 of The Good Bye Trilogy Copyright Material 2014 by Alisa Mullen

PROLOGUE
2009

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I woke up singing Don McLean’s American Pie… again. It wasn’t the first or the last time the up tempo “Did you write the book of love?” would startle me wide awake. It went hand in hand with the nightmare or dream or whatever it was. Memory. It was the memories from one summer when I was twelve years old and lost a great chunk of my innocence. This morning, however, was different for one reason. I woke up naked and sweating, smelling like body odor and sex. I felt like I was going to throw up. It was so real this time. I was living it all over again and I didn’t fucking want to. I wish there was a button I could press or a pill I could take that would erase that one stupid summer from my brain. I would pay millions of dollars, travel to any psychic healer, invest in any drug company, and maybe even cut off a finger. I would do anything. I just wanted it gone from my head.
Grace Miller. Jason #2. Emmy. Angie.
All the kids from my past were making their casual and unwanted appearance in my present. It wasn’t that the dreams necessarily haunted me but it was so extremely vivid that it left me feeling like I was missing something. I had purchased every dream book out there. From the murder to the OUIJA Board to the night I lost my virginity, the books all said that I am facing a big change. A brand new path. It was time to let it go of what is comfortable. Whatever it was, it had been years and my path was steady and solid. No changing paths now. My life was pretty fucking great.
I rolled over to try and locate the blankets but found a blond haired, tatted up hunk of sex laying next me. In my hotel bed. In the morning. Oh hell no! Sure, he was cute but I was most definitely too far gone last night to kick his ass out after we screwed.
I racked my brain, as I tapped my fingers to my head. Oh! He kissed like a lizard but that was okay when he went down south. No! Shit! That was the guy from the night before.
Oh! He was the one that had a small dick but still knew how to use it… pretty well actually. Multiple times. Yes, that is why he was still here. I was too exhausted after three hours of him pleasuring me.
Still, it had to be done. I smacked his shoulder.
“Wake up, Casanova. Time to hit the road,” I shouted at him. He groaned and as he rolled over to face me, he slowly opened his eyes.
“Jules Delaney,” he smiled as he, too, remembered who he was in bed with.
“Up and at ‘em! Now you have to get out.” I was a little more forceful with my tone.
“What? Why? We could…you know,” he said suggestively as he started for my neck. I pushed his face back with my entire palm. Hard.
“Hell no! You were lucky that I didn’t toss you at four this morning. Time to go,” I repeated and I swear to fucking God if he didn’t listen this time, I would start screaming rape. Grace Miller was raped. Shut up, shut up, shut up.
I started off the bed and purposely shoved the memory back into my brain. I didn’t have the energy to think about what I was supposed to do. Obviously it was something huge since my subconscious was bringing it to my conscious once again.
He grunted out something foul in reference to me. Cold bitch, fucking tease, slutty whore, or you label it. I had heard them all. Just go, douchebag. Yes, I am all of those filthy names but much, much more. Now leave… Please.
“Hey,” I called out. I hadn’t bothered to learn this one’s name. “I am going to take a shower. If you aren’t gone by the time I am out, consider spending the next four hours in a police station, answering the age old question about what the word ‘no’ means. Okay?” I smiled brightly at him. “By the way, you were amazing last night.”
I walked into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush as I looked in to the mirror. Not too bad for a late night gig, hours of sex, and hardly any sleep.
“The name is Jason by the way,” he shouted to me. I heard the door of my hotel room close.
“Jason,” I repeated. “Of course it is.” The memory of that summer pops up everywhere. Call it serendipity. Call it fate. I call it suckass.

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WOW – I forgot I even had a blog.

It has been a whirlwind of a month. I keep thinking it is July 11th. Every day. It is really weird. I had officially finished all edits on Plastic Confidence. HOLLA. I am officially done with the Angels Sinners Anthology. HOLLA. I have read and reviewed four books in two days. I am reading the work of people that I run in cyber circles in and it is great to see the differences in all of our styles.

This is the week off and what? Already Wednesday? Hmmm…. I must enjoy each moment of not feeling the pressure to get a word count on the page every day. I am not worried when I finally get my fingers typing but just thinking about writing 80,000 is a little intimidating, no matter how many times you do it.

We are doing SERIOUS marketing on Plastic Confidence. If anyone wants exposure – fill this out. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1OquakH390UCimmTV4pAYd_UGtmdRC6CqtcFHfq8LJio/viewform?edit_requested=true

 

We have a blitz happening on the 18th with the rafflecopter – plus my  author line up is fabulous. BETAs have it in their hands and I am waiting. Not worried for some reason. I just hope that it touches someone’s soul.

So, I guess that is it for now. Perhaps, I will post some of my reviews of my peers tomorrow to pimp them out. It has been fun to be the reader.

Brennan Small teaser Portrait of handsome man on a pink background. Photo. Johnny Teaser Small jules teaser smaller

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Well, it has been that week. The week when deadlines are looming and ARCs are needed to be read. I feel so overextended but I have such a great street team and assistants that are helping me when they can.

Last night, I got a quick one hour nap and I am not entirely sure that I am writing the last 10K words with a strong mind. Yes, please. I would love some coffee a million times over.

In addition, I am working on the event Deep in The Heart that is to happen in February 2015 and wow – it is a lot of work. I am hopeful it will get easier every year that I run it.

So vent over.

All these things are wonderful. I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything. I am in love with being an author. I love that my books sell everyday and I am so proud of myself. I have never said that to myself before. But I really am. I feel like I have arrived. Proud and busy and happy. Can’t ask for more out of life.

 

Lots of love and peace.