Is there an “it month” when book sales are traditionally the hottest? Kenya Carlton takes a look at when romance novels sell the most.
Not too long ago everyone knew that August was the dump month for movies. Craptastic films were scheduled throughout the month that the studios had no faith in. The movie Teaching Ms. Tingle taught me this hard-learned lesson. When I researched this strange phenomenon, I found that most studios figured kiddie kats were going back to school during this time, so why release anything good even though most school sessions begin at the end of the month because it’s just too damn hot to go back any sooner.
Over the years, this strange thing started to happen, movies got better. The studios got a clue and realized maybe just maybe we should release those indies people love so much. A roll of the dice could get them big bucks or force them to break even because let’s face it, movie choices were so bad the audience decided Walmart in the middle of the night was a better way to spend free time.
Even though January and February stay the dead months for movies, where tumbleweeds blow by. The Oscars nominations zap the life out of anything good or watchable since studios fear their movie will be overlooked the next award season when it comes around. But since the summer months are still the blockbuster moneymakers, I began to wonder is there a dump month for books. Do publishers put out new authors at a certain time or genre fiction at another?
For the publishing industry, books sales pick up around August and soar through the holiday months. What better way to avoid family dysfunction than by burying your nose in a good book? This strange psychological event dries up in the way of fiction in January but helps the self-help genre soar (hmmm, I wonder why).
The next couple of the months are hot and cold depending upon the genre. Summer months tend to bring steamy romances and thrillers while the fall months give away to the paranormal and horror. Don’t forget women’s fiction, big-named authors, and family fiction—these books have enormous crowds and aren’t as fractioned into niches as the romance world tends to be. Considering all these variables, there really is no clear answer for the key month for books. Summer loving or winter hibernating pretty make up the spike in sales, honestly, who would have guessed that publishers had this much work cut out for them? I know I didn’t.
About Sweet as Sin
The rich and available Captain Drake Devilin had the biggest body count in World War I. Injected with serum that turned him into something unnatural, Drake’s troop annihilated the enemy, but once his tour ended, Drake was plunged into a world of family tragedy and financial ruin.
Sienna Caldwell is stunning to even the biggest cynic; with her exotic looks and rich brown skin, the playboy wasn’t exempt from her charms. Buckling under the pressure of his financially strapped inheritance, Drake makes a deal with the devil to marry the prosperous landowner in order to protect her.
After one year, he can return the black beauty back to her island and collect on the fortune that will save his family’s reputation, but the task proves far easier said than done. The war may have made Drake into something lethal, but he soon finds his new bride was born more powerful than he could ever imagine. Not only does Drake have to figure out away to keep his hands off his alluring wife, but also he has to make sure she stays alive.
Genre: Multicultural Paranormal Romance
“May I?” The shadow at Sienna’s small cottage door asked. Drake’s muscular frame was a stark contrast to the chaos from the elements beyond him.
“Do you need an invitation?”
“For the sake of my honor and politeness, I certainly do,” Drake admitted. Not completely satisfied with his answer she considered his request. He may not be the undead but he was definitely something.
Sienna sat nestled in her favorite love seat, facing the fire finally relenting, she told him, “Be my guest.” She noted the quick way he surveyed his surroundings when he stepped across the threshold, first the exits-windows, décor than finally his eyes settled upon her. Unwilling to bend to his close scrutiny, she took a sip from her wine.
“It’s cozy here, not anything like the resort. May I?” She nodded for him to help himself to her spirits as he took a seat in a cushioned chair. Masculine man, dainty chair taking up space with his mere presence made Drake appear even bigger and stronger than he had in the gazebo.
“Courage?” she asked him pouring a glass.
“Restraint,” Drake answered before holding it up for a toast. “To good decisions.”
“Good decisions,” she reiterated kissing his glass with hers. A moment was taken to drink and think before he began to press her for answers.
“It’s a simple proposition,” he stated.
“Is it?” Sienna tightened the shawl she held around her bare arms, the fire made no difference to the temperature of the room; she merely made the fire for ambiance but now she felt exposed so close to this imposing man. The bright and colorful flames helped with her state of mind as well as the red wine and Mary Shelley book that now lay abandoned on her lap.
“You’re exquisite,” he said matter-of-factly.
“That didn’t sound much like a compliment, Mr. Devilin.”
“Why aren’t you married?”
“A proposal has never come up.”
“I find that hard to believe.” In a single gulp, he finished his wine.
“How old are you, Mr. Devilin?”
“I‟m thirty six. Please call me Drake.”
“And you’ve never been married?”
His smile was one of a pure blooded playboy. “It’s never come up,” he replied with a lopsided smirk.
“What’s good for the goose is not necessarily good for the gander, I suppose.”
Sienna grabbed the wine bottle and offered him a refill; he gladly accepted.
“I understand my benefit in this whole crazy scheme but not yours.” He gently pushed.
“Does that make you uncomfortable, not knowing?”
“It makes me question the sanity of this request, Sienna. I don’t believe in one sided deals and I don’t believe in modern day martyrs.” From the intense look in his eyes, she believed what he said.
Agitated by this man’s closeness and all he would change in her world, she uncurled her feet from beneath her and set them on the floor. The storm beyond her four walls picked up. Sienna crossed to the window to watch the thunder and lightning explode.
“I’m afraid my answer remains the same.”
About the Author
Kenya has a B.A. in Mass communication, Television and Radio. She has fifteen years in production of television and film and five in television engineering. In 2009 Kenya Produced Dawn a short film and Executive Produced Destination Everywhere the pilot for a travel series through her production company Black R.O.K Productions established in 2008.