Tuesday, November 17, 2015

A Kindle Scout Winner Promotion

I thought of waiting until tomorrow to post this since that's when the promotion starts, but decided to post now in case anyone has any suggestions.
I always love promotion threads, but I’ve never posted one before mostly because I’m not very organized, but also because I’ve felt I nothing to say that hasn’t already been said before. So, here’s a different sort of promotion thread. I booked a small number of relatively inexpensive ads to promote my YA Kindle Scout Winner, Witch Ways. Some of you will probably feel that this isn’t useful, because I’ve the mighty Zon doing my heavy lifting. You are right. But some of you might wonder how the Kindle Scout program helps or hinders, so I’m sharing.
Because WW was published by Amazon, I didn’t write the blurb, set the keywords or the price. It was published in August and in October they notified me that they’d be lowering the price to 0.99 for the month of November.
In the past, I haven’t found 0.99 promotions to be very successful. I have had much more traction with free promotions, so I hesitated to spend any money on it. I reconsidered, and now I’m regretting my hesitation because I wasn’t able to get an ENT ad. (They told me they were full and asked me to reapply at a later time.) I was also turned down by Robin Reads. (Like ENT, they have always performed well.) I ran a KB&T ad earlier in the month. They have also been good to me. I wish I could say I have a Book Bub ad, but I’ve never had the pleasure.
 I don’t have access to the actual sales until the end of the month, so I’ll be posting the book’s ranking. I’ll also be sharing the sales of Witch Winter, the sequel. Comments and criticisms welcome.
Here it is:
11/18     Betty Book Freak              $8.
11/18     Booktastic                        $10.
11/19     Awesome Gang                $10.
11/19     Sweet Free Books              $5
11/20     Booksends                        $20
11/20     BKnights                            $5.
Starting rank as of just now:
Witch Ways: Witch Ways
33 reviews                         
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: # #9,618 Paid in Kindle Store
#35 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Literature & Fiction > Contemporary Fiction > Fantasy
#54 in Books > Teens > Science Fiction & Fantasy > Fantasy > Coming of Age
Witch Winter: (Which I self-published, wrote the blurb, set the price, chose the keywords, etc. I should also mention that my amazing daughter designs my covers, and Amazon didn’t ask to change them.)
6 reviews
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #32,431 Paid in Kindle Store
#13 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Literature & Fiction > Mythology & Folk Tales > Folklore
#14 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Children's eBooks > Fairy Tales, Folk Tales & Myths > Collections

Not really near the end of day one, but since I've things to do tonight, I'll update now. Here's the rank info for Witch Ways.

Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #7,866 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
#32 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Literature & Fiction > Contemporary Fiction > Fantasy
#46 in Books > Teens > Science Fiction & Fantasy > Fantasy > Coming of Age
#91 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Teen & Young Adult > Science Fiction & Fantasy > Fantasy > Coming of Age
 Plus 1 5 star review. (Yeah!)

And five sales of Witch Winter. Here's her stats:
Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #29,012 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
#11 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Literature & Fiction > Mythology & Folk Tales > Folklore
#13 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Children's eBooks > Fairy Tales, Folk Tales & Myths > Collections
#155 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Science Fiction & Fantasy > Fantasy > Fairy Tales

It's the morning of the 19th. Today we have Awesome Gang and Sweet Free Books. Here's W. Ways rank: (Which--no pun intended--makes me happy.)

            It's the day after the promotion and my numbers are the best they've been. Go figure. Does that mean my last two ads were the best? Or is Amazon helping me out? Not sure. Witch Ways, November 21

       Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #16,637 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)


    Tuesday, November 10, 2015

    2015 Business Plan and 2016 Projections

    It's interesting to compare last year's business plan with what actually happened. Here's what I wrote about my 2015 plans:

    Last July I created a business plan. You can read it here. My Business Plan. Although it's only been a few months, I'm super excited about 2015 and how my business plan has evolved.

    Here's what hasn't changed:

    Mission Statement: Create stories that inspire, and encourage spouses  to hug and kiss each other, parents to laugh and play with their children, friends whisper kind words to each other and strangers to exchange pleasantries and practice charity and goodwill.

    The Five Year Goal: Twenty published novels. Hundreds of blog posts. Travel books. (I should probably modify this since I already have 12 published books and two others that near completion.)

    Market and Focus: Female audience (except for my brothers and cousins who read my books) over the age of thirteen. Predominately well educated, older women who are looking for something to take on the plane, or on the beach, or who just need an escape. My books are the equivalent of a bath without water—a totally immersing, relaxing, mood enhancer.  My books are meant to be shared with anyone, including but not limited to, grandmothers, daughters, priests and yogis.

    Competitor Analysis: Continue to watch and learn from fellow writers by lurking on online writer forums, groups and blogs. Scrounge good ideas.

    Strengths: (Why I Will Be Successful): Limitless time, discipline and an incredible imagination. Support from family, friends and writers’ groups.
    Writing Schedule: Four hours a day, five days a week with a weekly goal of 10k words, drafting.  That equates to a first draft in six to eight weeks, depending on the length of the novel. One month, same daily schedule, for editing and revisions. Goal: three to four books published a year. A summer vacation. A Christmas break.
    Promotion: At least one hour a day, five days a week. This entails blogging, querying review sites, guest posts, newsletters, give-aways, contests, book trailers, how to guides, sprinkled with a select few personal forays where I actually have to leave the house and interact with humans.

    Conclusion: In a world swimming with entertainment, I will provide wholesome, witty, and romantic escapism for my family, friends and any who may find me and my books.

    This year, 2014, I published:
     Beyond the Hollow (January)
    Stuck With You (June)
    Beyond the Pale (August)
    The Witching Well (October, a novella in a clean romance anthology that will be the beginning of a time travel romance series.)
    The Highwayman (which is the novel that grew out of the The Witching Well)
    And I will soon publish:
    Anywhere Else (a short story in the Hugh Howey Indie Anthology)

    My changes:
    I love how my marketing plan has become more defined.
    Currently, I have four series:
    Seattle Fire (Historical Romance)
    Stealing Mercy, Rescuing Rita--it probably needs a third book to be considered a series.
    Rose Arbor (Women's Fiction, Mystery, Suspense)
     A Ghost of a Second Chance, The Rhyme's Library, Losing Penny
    Beyond (Young Adult, Paranormal)
    Beyond the Fortuneteller's Tent, Beyond the Hollow, Beyond the Pale
    Witching Well (Paranormal Romance)
    The Highwayman Incident (Maybe you can't call one book a series, but the sequel is one third finished, and the third book is outlined so I'm including it in my plan.)
    Each series has a distinct category, but I'm hoping because all of the books have a strong romantic story-line, that readers will cross genres. Some will, some won't, and that's okay. 
    This year I've learned that:
    The first book in a series drives the sales of the other books
    Free promotional sites are often just as, if not more, effective as paid advertising.
    So, here's the goal:
    Each month, I'll mark each beginning book in a series at .99 cents. I'll also have novellas marked at ,99 cents. Here are places  to advertise. promotional sites
    Monday: promotional sites
    Tuesday: Facebook
    Wednesday: Twitter
    Thursday: Pinterest
    Friday: blog

    Do you have your own plan? I would love to see it. Feel free to share a link to your business plan. If you don't, as you can see from mine you need these basic components: 
    A Mission Statement
    The Five Year Goal
    Market and Focus
    Competitor Analysis
    Weaknesses (and how to overcome them)
    Writing Schedule
    Marketing Plan
    As I said, I'm very excited about 2015, and I hope it will be a banner for all of us!

    What actually happened:
    Books published:
    The Cowboy Encounter
    The Pirate Episode
    Witch Ways
    Witch Winter
    Love at the Apple Blossom Inn (novella)

    2016 Projections:
    Witch Wishes
    Little White Christmas Lie
    Shell Charms (This is a book I wrote eight years ago.)

    This year I will shift my focus from writing to marketing. I plan on having a number of my earlier releases re-edited and re-released by the end of January. Beginning in January, a book will be discounted and promoted each week. The promotion schedule will look like this:
    Monday: submit books to paid advertisers
    Tuesday: blog post
    Wednesday: schedule and post 50 tweets
    Thursday: blog post
    Friday: pinterest
    I feel that 2015 has been really good for me, books-wise and otherwise. 2016 is shiny, new and full of promise.

    Monday, November 9, 2015

    Main Street’s Holiday Promotion!

    Contemporary romance writers, would you like to participate in Main Street’s holiday promotion? On November 30th we’ll be sending out a newsletter promoting free and nearly free contemporary romances with our 3,600 Main Street followers.
    To join in the fun:
    Please send a buy link, log line, and cover image to kristyswords@yahoo.com by November 23.
    Make sure your book is either free or .99 cents by November 30th.
    Once the post is live, you must be willing to cross-promote on all your favorite social media platforms. The more participants, the more the merrier.

    Monday, November 2, 2015

    Free Books! Thanksgiving Sale!

    I'm completely in love with this cover. I think it's Bethany's finest. The Pirate Episode, book three in the Witching Well series, is now available on Amazon. And book one, The Highwayman Incident, is free until Wednesday, November 5th. Get it here

    And if all this wasn't enough, Amazon--the publishers of my Kindle Scout winning Witch Ways, has marked down Witch Ways to only 99 pennies for a limited time. You can get it here. (When I scheduled my promotion of The Highwayman, I didn't know that Amazon would also be promoting Witch Ways. So, sort of sad for capital loving me, but lucky for all of you.)
    Stay tuned, because tomorrow I'll be providing a link where you can get 52 science fiction and fantasy books for free!

    Wednesday, October 14, 2015

    Blog Hop

    For those looking for the latest update in The Little White Christmas Lie, you'll find a link to its page directly above this. Thanks for dropping by.

    If you like witches, you can make this one yours by signing up for my newsletter. (Sign up on the left side bar.) If you're already a subscriber, please share this post on a social media site and let me know in the comment section.

    If you like to read about witches, you can also win a paperback copy of my Kindle Scout winning book, Witch Ways.

    Evelynn Marston didn’t mean to burn down the science room. A little anger, some flames, and an expulsion later, Evie finds herself destined to spend the rest of her high school years at Despaign Academy—named for Connecticut’s last convicted witch.
    Despite its shadowy past, Despaign has the same cliques as other schools, and Evie struggles to fit in and to be noticed by the handsome and mysterious Dylan Fox—that is, until she casts her first spell.
    But even in a magical place, evil lurks. When Evie’s friend, Laurie Silver, turns up dead, Evie must rely on all her newfound powers and friends to find the truth. But bringing a killer to justice may require stronger magic and true love, the kind that can’t be found in a potion.

    You can also win hundreds of prizes from my friends.

    Monday, October 12, 2015

    A Little White Christmas Lie, Blurb

    What do you think of my blurb? 
    Carson Trent doesn't know that the beautiful Millie Cruise who literally falls into his lap on the morning to train is really Camille Harper, a rockstar of the romance industry.
    Millie doesn't know that she is headed for Carson's grandmother's picture perfect inn in a quaint New England town.
    Neither Carson or Millie know that their lives are about to spin out of control thanks to a patch of black ice, a cow, and a little white Christmas lie.

    Here's a teaser:
    Millie sat at the window of her Brownstone apartment watching shoppers scurry down New York’s busy streets. Head-lights, streetlights, and the just-hung Christmas lights sparkled on the slowly drifting snow.
    “Meow,” Byron cried as he jumped into Millie’s lap. He settled down with a purr.
    “It’s just you and me this year.” Millie ran her fingers through the cat’s thick fur. She tried telling herself she needed the solitude, she deserved a respite from her demanding career, and she didn’t have the time or the energy to devote to cultivating meaningful relationships, but the longer she sat at the window watching everyone else pursue their Christmas with such purposefulness and pleasure…
    No, that couldn’t be right, could it? There had to be a few Ebenezers in the crowd. She couldn’t be the only one wishing Christmas would pass her by. Leaning back into her wingback chair, feet propped up on the ottoman, she closed her eyes. It was just so embarrassing
    How could she, one of the world’s most beloved romance writers, be alone for the holidays? Again? She’d taken a cruise to the Holy Land last year, thinking what could be more spiritually uplifting than Christmas in Bethlehem? But it had been a tour full of senior citizens complaining about their food and hotel beds. At least it had been better than the Christmas the year before with Liam in Monaco.
    Refusing to think about Liam, Millie stood, knocking the sleeping Byron to the floor.
    He complained loudly while arching his back and stalking away.
    “Maybe this year we’ll just stay home,” Millie announced to no one since Byron had twitched his tail and disappeared into the next room.
    Her landline’s shrill ring broke the silence. She studied the phone. She’d been meaning to shut off the service for months, but just hadn’t gotten around to it. Or at least that’s what she told herself. The truth was, it was her mom’s voice on the answering machine, and Millie couldn’t bring herself to throw it away, even after all these months.
    Millie listened to her mom ask the caller to leave a message. No one who really wanted to talk to Millie ever used the landline. Her friends and business associates always called her cell…well, they usually texted or sent her an email. No one, other than scam artists and telemarketers, called her landline. Millie stood in the center of the apartment where she’d lived as a child, waiting.
    “Hello? Camille? Hello?” An elderly woman’s voice warbled through the room. “You probably don’t remember me, but I was a friend of your Grandmother LaDonna. My name is Joy Baker.”
    Joy Baker. Millie didn’t recall her grandmother ever mentioning a Joy Baker, and that was the sort of name she would have remembered because she really liked baked goods, and a joyful baker seemed like a good person to know.
    “Anywho, I was hoping you’d give me a call. LaDonna told me you are a writer, and I have a little business proposition for you.”
    Millie frowned at the phone, debating. Her head told her this happy baker person was probably a crook, but her lonely heart urged her to pick up the line.
    Joy heaved an audible sigh. “I know you don’t know me…but I also knew your Grandpa Horace and your Uncle George. I run a little inn out here in Chickory, New York, and, well, it could use some publicity. I just thought maybe if you’d like to come and stay—” Click.
    The answering machine only allowed a few seconds per message, which often took the callers by surprise. Millie smiled, wondering if this joyful baker was on the other end of the line, still yammering, completely unaware she’d been silenced mid-sentence.
    Millie honestly couldn’t remember her mom, grandparents, or her Uncle George ever mentioning this Joy Baker, or Chickory, but the information tickled in the back of her mind. She settled down on the sofa and pulled her computer onto her lap.
    Seconds later, images of an upstate village with a church on every corner flashed on the screen. A springtime shot showed the town green’s gazebo surrounded by tulips and crocus. Another image had the gazebo decked in autumn’s bright fallen leaves. At this time of year, Millie knew there would be a blanket of snow. And sure enough, she soon found images of Chickory, New York in full Christmas glory. It looked like a picture perfect place to spend the holidays…if you had someone to share it with.
    Millie closed her eyes against the flashing recollections of her grandparent’s home in upstate New York. Sledding with her bright cheeked mom and dad, hanging the lights with her Uncle George, Aunt Helen, and little Midge, the poodle.
    Ring. Ring.
    The phone. Millie poised her fingers above her keyboard waiting. Once again, her heart told her to pick it up, but her sensible voice kept her in her chair.
    “Oh dear,” Joy Baker’s voice floated back into the room, “I must have been cut off. Now, as I was saying, the old house belonged to my grandparents and their parents before them, and I’ve recently converted it into an inn. It’s just beautiful, if I do say so myself. My niece, Lorraine, is an artist and she’s made the whole thing just as cute as a button from the attic to the basement, but the thing is—” Click.
    Millie typed in lodging, but the closest place to stay was a Motor Motel fifteen miles down the parkway.
    If Joy Baker didn’t even have a website no wonder her inn was failing. A place could be cute right down to its cement foundation, but if no one knew it existed, it would always be empty.
    The word empty made Millie cast a glance at her calendar. She had half a dozen parties penciled in, but not one of them filled her with anything other than dread. And the most dreadful one of all was happening tomorrow night. The annual Book Bash. Simone Shusterfield hosted it every year at her South Hampton mansion. Simone liked to collect writers and artists the way some rich old ladies collected designer purses and pedigree poodles. Her publisher insisted she attend, barring raging illness or a family calamity. But Millie didn’t have any family…or did she?
    Could this Joy Baker count as an old family friend? And could her failing business be called a calamity?
    Millie smiled. Of course, she wrote fiction for a living. She could make up anything she wanted to. She did it every day. And she got paid for it. And if she could think of a reasonable excuse to avoid Simone’s party and not have to watch Liam kiss his beautiful fiancĂ© beneath the mistletoe, then she would go to Chickory, or just about anywhere.
    Ignoring the frantic be-sensible-voice in the back of her mind, she looked up the distance. If she took the early morning train to Scranton, she could rent a car from there and be in Chickory by noon. She didn’t even have to stay the night. She’d just stay late enough to ensure she’d miss the party.
    Her sensible voice scrambled for reasons to stay in the city. What if there’s a blizzard and she’s trapped there for weeks? What if this Joy Baker is a serial killer? Who’s going to take care of Byron if something should happen?
    Telling her sensible self to shut up, Millie reserved a rental car in Scranton. Picking up her phone, Millie shot her friend and neighbor, Dorie, a quick text. Dorie’s daughter, Amber, often cat-sat Byron when Millie traveled. Then she headed for her closet, pulled out her overnight bag, and dusted it off.
    The next morning, she had to run to catch the nine-fifteen from Grand Central. With her bag slung over her shoulder and banging against her side, she slipped into the train seconds before the doors slid shut. Taking a deep breath, she headed for the one available seat. At this time of the day, most of the commuters were students, retirees, and mothers with children.
    The only vacant seat was next to a man about her age, early thirties, with wavy brown hair. He had a strong jaw, a thick dossier in one hand and a red pen in the other. Unless he abandoned his place on the aisle, she’d have to crawl over his long legs to get to the window seat.
    Their eyes met, and for one small moment, the world around her froze, like a black and white photograph. The train lurched, sending Millie onto the man’s lap.
    “I’m so sorry,” Millie said, scrambling over him and pulling her bag with her.
    “It happens,” he said, “although not very often, and almost never unless I’m wearing a Santa suit.”
    But something like this had never happened to Millie before, and she wondered if he had experienced the same time-stopping moment. Pulling down her navy sweater, she adjusted her pea coat, and to cover her flushed cheeks, she tucked her bag beneath the seat in front of her, refusing to meet his eye again, and wondering what would happen if she did.
    “Do you often wear Santa suits?” she asked, finally raising her gaze to meet his. His eyes struck her again. They were the color of chocolate, but this time the world continued around them. The train clacked away from the city. Lower Manhattan’s gritty landscape flashed by the windows. Mothers hushed crying babies. Conversations filled the air.
    “No. Almost never,” he said, his voice thick with humor, “but I will be tonight.”
    “Are you going to work at a mall?” He didn’t look like the plump bearded guys who sat at Macy’s this time of year.
    “No. I—never-mind.” In an obvious effort to change the subject, he nodded at the book in Millie’s hand. “My grandmother reads her books.”
    Millie flushed with pleasure. She loved hearing from her readers. “Then she must have excellent taste.”
    The man chuckled, his laugh as warm as eyes. “No. Quite the opposite, in fact. She’s a connoisseur of The Helping Hands Thrift store. She loves the hunt and the kitschy.” He wore a luscious camelhair coat so soft that Millie longed to touch it. He had a Burberry scarf draped around his neck and a gold watch on his wrist. He didn’t look like the sort of man who frequented thrift shops. 
    “Sounds like my kind of gal,” Millie said.
    His lips twitched. “That sappy writer’s books fill my grandmother’s shelves and her movies are all over the Hallmark station. I have to watch at least one whenever I visit my grandma.”
    Millie bristled and tucked the book in her pocket, praying he wouldn’t see her picture on the jacket cover and realize she was the sappy writer his grandmother loved.
    “What takes you out of the city?” Millie asked, taking her turn to change the subject.
    “My grandma. She told me she had a Santa emergency.” He sighed and shook his head. “I hope this isn’t another one of her ploys.”
    He nodded. “She’s a schemer.”
    “A schemer and a thrift store shopper. I like her already.”
    “How about you? Why aren’t you headed to work?”
    “Who says I’m not?”
    He laughed, and something about the sound filled Millie in a way she couldn’t describe. It was as if she’d been hollow inside, but this man’s laugh filled a space she hadn’t even known existed.
    “What do you do?” he asked.
    Millie’s thoughts scrambled. Come on, you write fiction. She thought up something close but not quite the truth. “I’m a travel writer.”
    She was a writer, and at the moment she happened to be traveling. Good one.
    “Oh yeah? That’s great. I love to travel. Where have you been?”
    “Hmm, lots of places, of course.”
    He smiled. “Of course. But where are you traveling to now?”
    “There’s a brand new inn in Chickory, New York. I’m going to check it out.”
    His face paled, his lips pressed together, and a calculating look filled his eyes. “Is that so? What magazine did you say you work for?”
    “I freelance.” Sometimes.
    “Ah.” He cleared his throat, a low, grumbling unhappy sound. “So, you’re coming all this way to see this new inn.”
    She nodded. “The Snowfield Inn. I even love its name.”
    “But will you still love it in July?”
    “Why wouldn’t I?”
    “When it’s sunny, no one wants to stay in a snowfield.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “I think that depends on how sunny it is. There’ve been plenty of melting hot summer days where I longed for a good snowfield.”
    “It’s a ridiculous name for an inn,” he said in a tone that made her wonder why he should care.
    “Do you know it?”
    “I’ll be playing Santa there tonight.”
    “Yes, you should come.”
    “I won’t be staying long. This is just a day trip.”
    “You’re coming all the way to Chickory for the day?” He nodded at her bag. “Then what’s that for?”
    “I have my computer and just a couple of things in case I decide to stay the weekend.”
    “So, there’s hope.”
    “Not really. I’m mostly trying to avoid a party tonight.”
    “Not a party person?”
    “I like parties, but this one…” She took a deep breath, looked out the window, and relived the pain. “My ex is going to be there with his fiancĂ©.”
    “You’re divorced?”
    “No, but Liam and I…we’d been together a long time.” She didn’t know what made her open up to this man with the chocolate-colored eyes, maybe it was because she thought she’d never see him again, or maybe it was because she hadn’t told anyone for so long about how badly she’d been hurt, or maybe because she liked the way his gaze touched hers, but she found herself telling him all the sordid details: the purple panties under the sofa, the anonymous posts on her writing blog asking her why if she was such an expert on romance was her boyfriend partying with Scarlett McFaye?
    “Wait, your ex is marrying Scarlett McFaye?” His eyes widened. “Wow, just wow.”
    “Yeah, I guess that’s what Liam and all the rest of mankind think, too.”
    “Hey wait, don’t lump me into Liam’s camp.”
    “I can’t believe I told you all of this.” Millie flushed and looked out the window. “I don’t even know your name.”
    He reached out and took her hand as if to shake it, but he didn’t. Instead, he held it in his own. “I’m Carson Trent, but tonight, if you come to the inn, you can call me Santa.”
    When she didn’t respond, he gently squeezed her hand. “This is where you tell me your name,” he said.
    “I’m Millie Cruise.” But most of the world knows me as Camille Harper, AKA the sappy writer.
    They parted at the train station. Millie had a ridiculous desire to give Carson a hug, even though she had just met him. Her sensible voice told her to shoulder her bag, casually wave, and get her rental car, but her feet shuffled and she stuttered over saying goodbye.
    “Are you sure you want to rent a car?” Carson asked. “I’m going there anyway, and it’s a three-hour drive.”
    “That’s really nice of you, but how would I get back?”
    “You ride back with me on Sunday night.”
    “Mmm, no.” For once, she agreed with her sensible voice.
    “Do you know how to get to Chickory?” Carson asked.
    “My phone does.”
    “Of course.” He looked deflated. Taking her hand, he said, “If I’m lucky, I’ll see you again.”
    She left her hand in his. “Do you believe in luck?”
    Pain flashed in his eyes. “Not really. Do you?”
    “I want to…but it often lets me down.”
    “Then let me give you my card, just in case you…” His voice trailed away, but after he cleared his throat he added, “In case you need anything or get lost.”
    “Thanks.” She scanned the card. It was heavy, cream-colored with bold navy print. Carson Trent, Principal, Trent and Tavenor Investors, Your Business Partners. She pocketed the card, thought about giving him hers, but quickly changed her mind.
    Her sensible voice told her she couldn’t hide her identity from this man forever, but Millie was getting pretty tired of her sensible voice.
    Why not tell him who you are? A less sensible voice demanded to know. After all, you both live in New York. Why not meet? Why not date?
    Millie shut down all the voices in her head because she now realized they had all stopped being sensible the moment she had first seen Carson.
    “Nice meeting you,” she said, tightening the grip on her bag and turning away.

    She didn’t look back.