Author Notes - Michael Anderle
Written July 9, 2018
THANK YOU for not only reading Shay No. 4 (sounds like a perfume to me) but also reading through to these author notes in the back.
I’m writing these notes while waiting for a flight back to Vegas (I’m at DFW Airport). I’m starting them in the Centurion Lounge (American Express) in the D terminal. Apparently, a storm came through and shut down the C Terminal for about forty-five minutes, knocking our flight over to the D (International) terminal.
This week, LMBPN has only two (2) books being published, and they are both “Shay” books. Book 04 comes out in just four days. Unless you are one of the first to read this book, it’s probably out already (July 13th this week. No comments about Friday the 13th folks!)
After this week, we have six weeks where we publish a book (planned) all but three weekdays. Something like twenty-seven books in six weeks if everything goes right. I hope we pull this off, as we are setting ourselves up to change how we publish moving forward, and we are going to implement changes this year, in anticipation of next.
The first change we are looking (I am looking) to change is when the $0.99 day(s) are held. Right now, we started doing emails for all books when they publish and then sending an email.
We can’t possibly do so many emails next year, for both your sake and ours.
So, I’m looking to change our $0.99 days for EVERY new book released that week to Saturday. So, if it comes out on Monday or Thursday, or Friday, it won’t matter. It will be on sale on Saturday.
I’m looking to do three emails each week. One will announce what is coming out, and give you a chance to set a reminder (I REALLY hope we figure this out) on your calendar when it comes out for Kindle Unlimited (or purchase) during the week, OR to a button to put it on your calendar to remind you to grab the book on Saturday.
If this works as planned, you won’t have to worry that you missed a $0.99 sale during the week. You will know that it hits on Saturday.
I have to admit; I’m hoping like hell that this works for you as readers. With such a BHAG (Big Hairy Audacious Goal) as four hundred books in one year, we have to streamline like crazy sonsabitches to not crater our Indie Infrastructure.
We aren’t Hachette or one of the big five publishers…. We are LMBPN (the tiny little feisty publisher that can.)
So, changes are coming—ones that I hope get you MORE excited about our stories and continue to engage you as fans of what we do.
I have more to tell you, but that will probably happen in another book ;-)
Until NEXT time…
Ad Aeternitatem,
Michael
Tomb Raiding PHD
I Fear No Evil Book 5
Tomb Raiding PHD
Chapter One
Shay crept through the hallway of the darkened Connecticut mansion with Lily trailing close behind. The tomb raider had made a promise to Peyton, and it was time to keep it.
Would have been nice to have his backup for this little job, but he’s already freaking out about his brother’s hackers, and the last thing I need is him freaking out in my ear as I confront his brother.
Randy Coolidge should have left well enough alone, but the man had let empire-sized greed push him into searching for anything that suggested Peyton might still be alive. If Randy found Peyton he’d find Shay, and then more people would have to die.
The idea of killing Randy, a man who’d placed a hit on his own brother, didn’t bother her much, but she knew it might destroy Peyton. Time to come up with a different plan.
I’m trying to keep you alive, Randy. You better fucking play along.
Lily all but glided behind the tomb raider. The teen Gray Elf’s footsteps barely caused a creak from the hardwood floors as the pair closed on their target’s room.
Shay gave the girl a nod. Lily nodded back. Her ski mask gave the whole situation a sinister air. The home invasion had been surprisingly easy. Randy had a lot of money, but not a lot of security. Usually, the kind of man who would casually order another man’s death was a little more paranoid. The lack of security suggested he thought he had no reason to be afraid.
The arrogant ass probably thought he didn’t need it for his remote home. Shay would enjoy puncturing his ego. That night he’d learn why he was never safe.
“Ready?” whispered Shay.
Lily nodded.
Time to get scared, Randy. Time to get as scared as Peyton, you asshole.
Shay kicked open the door and whipped out her 9mm. Lily flipped on the light switch near the door, but Randy Coolidge didn’t jerk awake or pull out a hidden weapon or artifact. Instead, the deadly threat to Peyton, the vicious brother who put out a hit on his own family member, continued snoring in his mammoth bed, oblivious to the ski-masked intruders standing in front of him.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Shay mumbled. A dramatic entrance was pointless without an audience.
Lily chuckled. “It just means we did a good job sneaking in here. We’re just too good.”
“Part of Operation Christmas Carol depends on making an impression on the man.” Shay gestured at him with her gun. “But the asshole has the gall to be fucking snoring.”
Lily frowned. “I’m still not sure I like the name. It’s almost summer. It just seems weird, you know?”
“Call it Operation Solstice Carol then. Whatever. I don’t give a shit. The point is we need to mindfuck him. Just blowing him away would create more attention and problems, even if the fucker really deserves it.” Shay shrugged and pulled out a small copper ring. She tossed it to Lily, and the teen snatched it out of the air. “The
