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What Happens When Dying Publishing Houses Need to Make Money Fast [Nov. 17th, 2009|01:46 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur

Hey, amateur romance writers, still reeling from the latest Harlequin rejection informing you that your bodice-ripping masterpiece just didn't rip it up to their level? Wondering if your pirate/bandit/cruelly egotistical heir to an aristocratic fortune who is tamed by your heroine's passionate lovemaking just isn't roguish enough for the masses? Do you have so much money even in the Great Recession that it's burning a hole in your pocket? Then you're in luck!

Author Solutions has teamed up with Harlequin to form Harlequin Horizons, a new imprint for self-published romance authors. The imprint will recruit writers in two ways: authors whose manuscripts have been rejected by Harlequin will be made aware of the Harlequin Horizons option and authors who sign with Author Solutions will be given the opportunity to be published under the Harlequin Horizons imprint. According to an Author Solutions spokesperson, the imprint will offer special services aimed at the romance market, including unique marketing and distribution services. All services are on a pay-for-service basis.

No, friends, your eyes aren't deceiving you, it's true! You next rejection letter from Harlequin will tell you that your book just wasn't right for them but they'll still publish it if you pay them to. It's like every author's dream come true! I know you're reaching for your credit card right now, but wait, there's more!

You're wondering if this can get any better. Well, yes! Yes it can!

Author Solutions will handle all aspects of the venture, although Harlequin Horizons will exist as an imprint of Harlequin, and the publisher will be able to monitor sales and sign authors to a traditional imprint.

That's right, romance writers! After paying Harlequin to publish your book, they'll decide if it's selling well enough to sign you to a real publishing deal! It won't be hard for them, all they have to do is change the imprint logo on the cover, after all. No sweat. So don't worry that you might be causing them too much extra work! It's not like the advance Harlequin will pay you is likely to cover your self-publishing expenses anyway. Also, with a traditional contract they will ostensibly be able to make even more money off of you, in addition to what you already paid them, with a more publisher-friendly royalty schedule. Everybody wins! And by everybody, I mean Harlequin and Author Solutions!

I know what you're thinking. Jeez, I'm still putting Harlequin through such a hassle if they give me a real contract, what with having to pay to print the books themselves and all. I don't know if I want to be a bother. Don't worry. The average romance novel has such a short shelf life that odds are yours won't sell enough copies to catch Harlequin's eye anyway, provided your book even gets into bookstores, so the whole part about signing the self-published authors to a traditional imprint probably won't even come into play. Phew! Now you don't have to be a bother to anyone!

Like I said, everybody wins!

[User Picture]From: queenie_writes
2009-11-17 07:03 pm (UTC)

And with that she purses her lips and adjusts her bodice*

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[User Picture]From: nihilistic_kid
2009-11-17 07:05 pm (UTC)
Behind her she hears a small, feminine cough. She turns to see ol' Muddy, her childhood nanny, now crooked and wizened with age. Muddy smiles and says, "Oh Miss St. Lovelace, do you think today might be the day? I've had a dream about it, you know." Muddy's eyes twinkled. "And you know that my dreams always have a strange way of coming true."


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[User Picture]From: nick_kaufmann
2009-11-17 07:17 pm (UTC)
"I pray you're right," Lurlene replied, fanning herself nervously. "If my beloved does not return soon, that awful Mr. Bloodworth has threatened to remove us from our family home for defaulting on our lease!" She thought of Bloodworth then, of his cruel mockery of her dwindling fortune, and of his even crueler lips.

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[User Picture]From: flemco
2009-11-17 07:27 pm (UTC)
A terrible shudder wracked her spine as she considered what she might be forced to do, in order to protect her belovedest ones. No, better to not think about the possible worth of her pristine honor...

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[User Picture]From: ellen_denham
2009-11-17 07:30 pm (UTC)
Mr. Bloodworth had proposed marriage as an alternative to eviction, but Lurlene would plunge the longest kitchen knife right between her lovely, ample breasts before she would give in to his despicable advances.
"Do tell me your dream, Muddy dear," She said to her beloved nanny.


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[User Picture]From: tchernabyelo
2009-11-17 08:08 pm (UTC)
felt the timber crumbling under his strong yet gentle fingers. Damn those sea-worms! Just the moment that land was in sight, the ship finally began to fall apart. Baldur took a deep breath as the timbers broke beneath his firm yet yeilding weight, and...

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[User Picture]From: m_danson
2009-11-17 08:25 pm (UTC)
plunged into the frigid waters. Over and over the turbulent waves pummeled his rock hard body into the seductive embrace of the wet depths. Fighting manfully against the tidal pull his hand brushed, then caressed, then grasped the slippery sides of cargo bobbing in the surf. He heaved his muscled torso onto the coffin and...

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[User Picture]From: crazeyal
2009-11-17 07:44 pm (UTC)
Suddenly the calm chirping of the Cicadas was forced down, down and away as the Dock's whistle blew, and blew HARD! Steam rose, escaping with a force threatening to burst the dirtied copper. Vapor coalesced and dripped down the rugged pipe, adding yet more stains to the turgid form.

"A SHIP!!" uttered Lurlene.

"Noooow Miss St. Lovelace.." condemned the frail old woman "You doin' that EX-STRAP-POH-LATON ting yer daddy done warn yah bout..." her anger erasing years of voice lessons and buttock whippings.

The Matron of the Manor turned sharply to her Nanny and crossed her hands to her hips.

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[User Picture]From: nick_kaufmann
2009-11-17 08:23 pm (UTC)
"I will not have you speaking to me this way, Ol' Muddy!" Lurlene exclaimed. "A nanny should know her place!"

Ol' Muddy bowed her head. "Sorry, ma'am. I won't speak out of turn again."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ol' Muddy," Lurlene sighed, walking from the window to embrace her beloved, aged friend. "All this waiting, it's turned my head inside-out. What if my love isn't on that ship? I'll be forced to take awful Mr. Bloodworth's marriage proposal after all, or risk losing my ancestral home. And you know papa's spirit won't stand for that. He already throws dishes off the pantry shelves every midnight."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Lurlene remembered Bloodworth had demanded an answer from her by one o'clock today. She glanced at the baroque grandmother clock standing by the door of her room for no real reason other than to serve its purpose at this moment. The clock read one!

"It's he! It's Bloodworth! Oh, Baldrick, won't you come and save me from this terrible fate!" she wailed.

"But, miss," Ol' Muddy said. "My dream, this is all of a part!"

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[User Picture]From: flemco
2009-11-17 08:29 pm (UTC)
The door opened with a most malodorous creaking sound, as it opened.

There, on the doorstep, stood a muscular, half-naked Indian Brave.

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[User Picture]From: johnbowker
2009-11-17 08:28 pm (UTC)
"I am a woman of my times, Muddy," Lurlene said angrily. "I wear a bodice, I listen to the right composers, and I know my letters. My father fears an educated female, the old fool. He's not ready for the future I represent."

She turned back toward the docks, her face softening into a look of simpering adoration.

"Do you think Baldur will like this dress?"
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[User Picture]From: jenlight
2009-11-18 05:19 am (UTC)

Hi, I'm here to ruin everything!

But her rotten left arm fell right off. Her heaving bosom dry and cracked, she would ravage the old woman sitting in fright in the corner of the room. Flesh was all she could think of - delicious, moist, pulsating flesh.

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From: (Anonymous)
2009-11-18 01:25 pm (UTC)

Re: Hi, I'm here to ruin everything!

Victory for Jenlight!

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