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Self-Publishing vs Traditional Publishing
As an author of both Erotica and Erotic-Romances, I've been on both sides of the fence when it comes to self-publishing versus using a traditional publisher. There are many people on both sides who adamantly hate the other side. However, I believe both have their uses.
For short stories, especially short erotica stories, I've found self-publishing to work best. When a story is selling for $1.99 or $2.99, there isn't much wiggle room when it comes to royalty splits. Most publishers offer 50% net royalties. For a $2.99 story that sells on Amazon, the publisher will receive 70%, or $2.10 roughly. Of that, 50% would go to the author, roughly $1.05. So from each sale, I'd make just over a dollar. Not a great rate. However, if I were to self-publish that short story, I'd receive the full 70% of the sale after Amazon takes their cut of the pie, leaving me with $2.10.
The downside it self-publishing is that it makes me responsible for the cover art, editing, and promotion of the book. Cover art and editing can be done for flat fees. For some authors, they're able to do the cover art themselves, which saves a bit of money. Promotional work can usually be done for free, if you're willing to put in the leg work.
However, for erotic-romances, especially novel length books, I highly recommend using a publisher. While freelance editing is easily obtainable, to get the in depth edits most publishers provide can be rather expensive. A single round of freelance editing on a 10k book can be pretty affordable. Multiple rounds with multiple editors of a 50k novel can get very pricey. That alone can make using a publisher enticing.
But publishers offer more than that. They have on-staff cover artists who have experience creating not just a cover art that will attract buyers, but cover art that fits with your book. Publishers also have marketing staff that will submit your books to review sites, provide promo images, and much more. Not to mention, most publishers have their own followings. Many readers will buy anything Publisher X puts out just because they generally enjoy the books that publisher puts out.
Make sure to check out William's new book, Cabin Boys
Aaron has been in love with his brother for years. Unfortunately for Aaron, those feelings haven't been mutual. Elliot loves his brother, sure, but he's not in love with Aaron. After a drunken night up at their parents' cabin in the woods, could things finally be going Aaron's way?
Buy Link: Stiff Rain Press
Cabin Boys Excerpt
Elliot sent shivers through my body as he ran his tongue along my shaft. Arching my back, hips driving up to give him better access, I wished he’d stop teasing me. God, just suck it already. He opted for mercy and worked his magic by taking my cock into his hot mouth. Heart slamming against my ribs, I thought maybe his mouth might be what heaven feels like—sexual redemption to be found sliding my cock between his full, red lips.
With each rise and fall of Elliot’s head, I got closer to coming. The weight of the impending orgasm, the pressure in my balls drove me insane. I wanted him to take my cum, wanted him to swallow every last drop. Then I wanted to push him down onto the bed and suck his cock dry. I could almost hear his moans as he fisted my hair.
Just as I was about to come, I heard my bedroom door open and it jarred me out of my fantasy. I opened my eyes and yanked my blanket over my lower half as Elliot sauntered in. Even though it was pretty obvious what I’d been doing, I still didn’t need him to see for himself. The heat rising in my cheeks assured me they were bright red as I faced him down. It didn’t help that he was the object of my fantasy.
Elliot stood in the doorway, a slight grin on his face. He wore only a pair of basketball shorts. It was obvious he’d been working out in the basement again. Droplets of sweat slid down his body, moving along the curves of his chest and abs. I loved that the only hair he had on his chest was the little trail leading from his belly button to beneath his shorts. Elliot’s grin solidified my assumption that he knew I was jerking off.
Even though I was twenty-one, I felt like a teenager again. I couldn’t wait until I was out of the house and had my own place. I had hoped for some privacy by now, but Elliot had decided to live with our parents until he finished his MBA. He claimed it was far less expensive than on-campus housing or an apartment.
My gaze roamed over his body, from the contours of his shoulder, down his pecs and abs, to the small trail of hair that lead to the prize inside his shorts. Stop that! I chastised myself. I couldn’t let Elliot notice me ogling him, much less figure out he’d just interrupted a fantasy involving him. He was my brother, after all, and I can’t imagine he’d be pleased with it.
“You got any plans for the weekend?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. The fucker could’ve at least said hello or apologized for not knocking when he came in. He reinforced my belief that I’d gotten all the manners from our genetic pool, and they’d drifted right past him. Elliot never was one to beat around the bush. “Nope, why?”
He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed in front of his chest, still grinning from his embarrassing masturbatory discovery. “I was thinking we could go up to the cabin for the weekend. We haven’t been up there since last summer, and I wanna grab some beers and have some fun before school starts up again.”
“Sounds good. I could use a few days away from the house. We leave in the morning?” Elliot was right. We hadn’t gone up there since about this time last year. We were well overdue for a break away from the rest of the world.
“Yeah, if that works for you. We can stop at the liquor store down the street and stock up like we always do. How’s that sound?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that works for me. What time we leaving?”
“Be ready to go around six,” Elliot said, then winked. “Have fun taking care of that.” He turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Six? Seriously? As far as I was concerned, there were no hours between two am and eight am. No one in their right mind wants to get up that early. But then again, no one ever said Elliot was in his right mind.
Truth be told, I looked forward to spending a few days up at the cabin. Spending some time together, just the two of us, would be a good way to bond like we’d done as kids. With school and everything, we’d drifted apart a bit, and I missed the easy rapport we’d had. But for now, I wanted to finish what I’d been doing before he interrupted. The sound of Elliot’s voice, and the memory of his sweaty torso, was more than enough to bring my cock back to full attention, despite my earlier embarrassment.
Buy Link: Stiff Rain Press
William Cooper has been writing and reading since he was little. In 2010 he took the first step toward publishing a book and hasn’t looked back since. Whether it’s two men who met in college or brothers who have been in love their entire life, William loves to tell their story for everyone to read.
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