Chapters (33)
- Cover
- The
- Copyright Page
- Table of Contents
- A Note to Readers
- The Wicked World
- Playlist
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- More Books By Melissa Foster
- Acknowledgments
- Meet Melissa
“I’m thinking about expanding the Mad Truth into a line of wearable merchandise, like hoodies, T-shirts, and tanks. Do you think your customers would have an interest in that?”
“They’d love it,” Jules exclaimed. “Heck, I’d love it.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“You should consider mugs, too. My customers love them so much. It seems no matter how many I order, they sell out in days. You know what else sells really well? Small things they can pick up as unexpected gifts, like key chains and wall plaques.” Jules gasped. “I have the best idea! My friend Bellamy is a lifestyle influencer. We can get her to wear the clothes and pimp them out on her social accounts. She’s amazing, and her posts have made clothing and makeup go viral before. You should talk to my sister Leni, too. She does marketing and PR, and she always has great ideas.”
“Hold on, Jules,” Madigan said with a laugh. “I love how excited you are, but I’m still in the planning stages. I need to talk to a few other clients to make sure there’s a big enough market before I dive in, and then I’ll need to work out budgets and find a distributor.” The distributor she used for her cards had recommended a company to her, and Marly had a friend who worked for a reputable distributor that she highly recommended, but Madigan hadn’t reached out to them yet. “I have a lot to figure out before I’m in the marketing stage.”
“Oh, I didn’t think about all that. I guess you can’t use an Etsy shop with your huge following.”
“I thought about that as a way to test the market, but then the distribution will fall on my shoulders, and while I have some extra time, I don’t have that much. I’m lucky I get through the books for our club each month.” She and Jules and several of their friends were in an online erotic romance book club that Maverick’s wife, Chloe, had started with her friend Daphne, Jules’s sister-in-law, who now lived on Silver Island.
“Speaking of the book club, are you loving the newest Nice Girls After Dark book? I’ve never been so thankful for Amber’s LWW connections.”
Amber Montgomery was another member of the club. She owned a bookstore in southern Virginia and handled the club’s monthly book orders. This month she’d scored advanced reader copies of bestselling romance author Charlotte Sterling-Braden’s upcoming release through her connections with the Ladies Who Write. LWW had originated as a sisterhood of women who had attended Boyer University and had bonded over a shared love of writing. Amber had been part of that sisterhood. Three of the founding members had gone on to form LWW Enterprises, a multimedia corporation, and Charlotte was a client of their publishing division.