Today we have a great guest post from Cassandra Fear, author of THE FLAMES Trilogy! She’s got some great advice for selling your book online. Welcome, Cassandra!
How to Sell Your Book Online
There are many ways to sell your book online. There are so many avenues you can go down now with social media. Let’s start with the big ones.
- Facebook. There are tons of ways to get noticed on Facebook now. You can utilize your author page and join in author takeovers. Have release parties. And, don’t forget you can also run ads on Facebook and target a specific audience. If you can master the Facebook add, it can help you sell books. I’ve seen people succeed with these, but I myself haven’t mastered them yet.
- Instagram. Post pictures of your paperback and doll it up. Set a scene. There is a huge market for this on Instagram with the bookstagrammers. Just don’t forget to hashtag. You can also post teasers and buy links and get the word out about your amazing book.
- Twitter. I don’t know how well twitter does for book sales, but I believe it can help if you use the right hashtags. For me, I use twitter to connect with other authors. We are such a bit community and the support is amazing to have on your side. So, even though I’m sure Twitter can help with sales, I’m not sure how well it does.
- Ads with online sites. Such as Bookbub (very expensive) and on down the line to other sites like Bookshark. There are a ton of places you can book adds, especially if your book is free or 99 cents for a short period of time. The more downloads you get helps get your book out there and might make the reader buy your next book, so running free sales can help and you might see a boost in sales for a while, but it won’t last forever.
- And finally, do book blitzes and blog tours. These are crucial for a new author to get their name out in the industry. You need reviews and blog tours can get people who love to review to read your book. It can help spread your name all over the internet, too. So, do them as much as you can.
Either way, your first book might not bring you a ton of sales. The best thing to do is write more and write frequently. If you do this and release more books, chances are more people will find you then. But, in the meantime, keep posting those buy links whenever you can. Just don’t make that all you post. Nobody likes a spammer.
Series Title: The Flames Trilogy
Author: Cassandra Fear
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Cassandra Fear lives in Ohio with her husband, two kids and two dogs. Hiking, taking care of her fish tank and reading are her favorite hobbies. She loves chocolate, hates driving in the snow and could eat macaroni and cheese every day. In her spare time, she loves to write, and has always dreamed of becoming an author.
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Above The Flames (Book 1)
Surrounded By Flames (Book 2)
She continued toward the sidewalk, taking in all the small shops that lined Main Street. Each side looked the same. Blood splatters. Broken windows. Glass sprinkling the street. She saw another body sprawled face down on the sidewalk, a puddle of crimson soaking into the concrete, turning dark brown. It seemed like she was walking through a haunted house, not the town she fell in love with.
Jasmine covered her mouth and she gasped as she passed Mr. Gregory’s barber shop, where Pa always got his hair cut. Mr. Gregory sat with his back to the wall in the doorway; his neck cut open and red streams flowing down it.
Footsteps pounded the asphalt behind her, and she knew the others had joined her, but it didn’t register. She rushed to the barbershop and grabbed the barber’s wrist, checked for a pulse, and let his dead arm fall to the ground. It landed with a thud that echoed off the walls in the small entrance. She cringed at the sight of blood coating his skin. Her stomach roiled and she stepped backward until she slammed into the wall behind. She turned her head, not wanting to see what lay before her.
Caim came forward and crouched down next to the body. “His body’s still warm. They can’t be far.”
“Everyone stay close. We don’t know what we are walking into,” Lamia said quietly but firmly.
Jasmine walked forward mechanically, and Beau matched her pace. She took steps, one after the other, like a zombie. Trash littered the sidewalks. Glass shards crunched under her feet as she followed Caim. The coppery smell of blood filled her senses. Dead bodies surrounded her. So many bodies.
Her voice shook. “Is there anyone left alive?”
Jasmine tapped under his chin and made him draw his eyes back up to hers. “Listen, I get it. The could haves will drive you nuts, though, so I suggest you let it go and focus on the now. It doesn’t matter what the angels did wrong or what they did right. It matters that we are here, now, to stop the demons. Who knows, maybe this really is our destiny. All I know is I’m ready to fight. Aren’t you?”
He smiled and leaned closer to her. “You know, you can be very inspirational when you aren’t sulking.”
“I don’t sulk.” She laughed because even though she’d denied it, she knew she did sulk. A lot.
“Mmm. I think you do. We will just have to agree to disagree.”
Their faces were inches apart now, and Jasmine wanted to grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him the rest of the way to her. She wanted their lips to crash together, to feel the passion that threatened to erupt every time they were together. Just as she was about to let herself do exactly what she wanted, the sound of wings flapping through the sky made her look up. And she froze.
“Uh, Amon, look up there.” Jasmine pointed.
“I’d rather not,” he replied. When Jasmine peered at him, he was staring hard at her lips.
She smiled despite herself, and put a couple fingers under his chin, forcing his head toward the sky. “I really think you need to.”
Amon’s jaw dropped open. “It’s an angel.”
Amon narrowed his eyes. “Fine. I guess I know now that I shouldn’t try to help you.”
Jasmine huffed. “Yeah, because you’re so great at helping. You took Beau’s side.”
“I took no side.” Amon took a step closer.
“And you act like you know everything.” Jasmine pressed her back into the tree.
“I do no such thing.” Another step.
“You are so infuriating. Ugh!” She threw her hands in the air. “I can’t stand talking to you. You’re like an old-fashioned know-it-all. You’re never wrong. But you’re always wrong.”
“That makes no sense.” He stood right in front of her now.
Jasmine pushed her face into his. “You drive me crazy.”
“You were already crazy. I didn’t have to drive you there.”
Amon shoved his fists against the tree, boxing her in. “Oh, now we are name-calling? Fine! You’re nothing but a…a…”
“Ha. You can’t even think of anything.” She gave him a smug smile. “I guess you don’t know everything, huh?”
“You know what, Jasmine. You infuriate me. I try to help you, to show you what I have observed by the story you share, and you treat me like I’m a plague upon you. I have learned a valuable lesson today.” Their eyes locked.
She raised her chin. “And what’s that.”
Amon’s voice softened. “I don’t even know why you are so mad.”
She whispered, “Because I know you’re right.”
Silence stretched. Jasmine kept her gaze locked on Amon’s brown eyes. Those big honey brown eyes. Her breath quickened and she parted her lips. Her fingers trembled, so she shoved them behind her and grabbed hold of her shirt. Amon leaned closer, his warm breath caressing her ear. “Then stop fighting me.”