DoMH:

What's the genre? If it's Christian, we can talk. I 'm a Christian Book Publisher. 

DoMH:

What's the genre? If it's Christian, we can talk. I 'm a Christian Book Publisher. 

Rosebud1:

hi
i'm new in the house. i've been hearing about the site but didn't know there was a forum for writers till yesterday when i registered. i've been writing novels since i was 12 and right now, i'm in dear need of a good publisher or a good director for my works. here are two extracts from two of my works.Enjoy and let me know what you think,

EXTRACT FROM TRUE LIES

CHAPTER ONE
JUNE 2003
The Bakares’ livingroom was a grand and luxuriously-furnished one. Rich beige carpet graced the wide floor, the glass windows covered by mustard-coloured drapes with gold trimmings on them. The side stools beside the coffee-brown leather sofas were made of glass and ivory. Two large-sized Picassos hung on adjacent walls and a grand-father clock showed the time as 9.00 p.m
Tolu sat on one of the sofas, uncomfortable under the reproachful eyes of her parents, but sure of herself and determined to win them to her side. Bridget Bakare, her mother, heaved a deep sigh, curving her lips as she clasped and unclasped her hands restlessly, the only distinct sound in the room being the gentle humming of the air conditioner at the far end. Tension grew so thick in the air one could cut it with a butter knife. After what seemed like an eternity, Gerald Bakare cleared his throat and spoke.
“Tolu,”
“Yes,dad.”
“Can you repeat what you just told us?”
Tolu took a deep breath and said, “Lanre proposed to me two days ago. He asked me to marry him.”
“And what did you tell him?”
Her eyes moved uncertainly from him to her mother, then back to him.
“I told him yes.”
“You told him yes,” he repeated quietly, shutting his eyes and nodding slowly, in mock approval.
Like a volcanic eruption, Bridget watched her husband’s temper slowly rise, though he was desperately making an effort to control it. She had lived with him for twenty-five years and always knew when an outburst was imminent, as one was now….


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CHAPTER ONE
The electric kettle made a wheezing sound, signaling its content had boiled. Joe watched the steam gently rise, allowing the water to boil more till the on-button popped up and the wheezing sound faded gradually. He lifted the kettle and poured hot water into his coffee mug before he dropped it and stirred his coffee gently. He strode to his reading table, took a sip from the mug and placed it on the desk before facing his laptop once more……. His eyes moved back to the name on the pad before is cell phone rang again. This time, it was his mother.
“Good evening, mum, how are you?”
“’Evening dear.” She paused, knowing he could sense the sobriety in her voice.
“What’s wrong? You sound dull.”
”It’s you I’m worried about, Joe. Well, your father…, the both of you actually.”
“What is it this time?”
“The same, Joe. It’s just that he’s serious this time. He’ll be finalizing some things in his will and he’s determined about this. I can’t even talk him out of what he’s planning to do to you.”
“What exactly are we talking about here, mum?”
“Your inheritance,” she said shortly. “Or doesn’t it matter to you?”
He heaved a sigh. “I think I’m old enough to make choices. He doesn’t have to string my inheritance unto his own choices for me!”
“All he wants is an heir…, just a proof that you’ll settle down in life. Is that too much for a father to ask for?”
Joe bit his lip and said nothing. The picture of Uncle Acho sprawled out on the carpeted floor and writhing in pain from the effect of the cyanide flashed through his memory and he swallowed hard.
“Joe,” his mother persisted. “Lydia, your cousin is having her traditional marriage in two weeks time. I hope you’re coming down for the ceremony.”
He got hold of himself. “Of course I won’t miss it for the world.”
“Good. Just bear in mind that your father will be expecting a positive sign from you then before he finalizes his will. And listen very good— I don’t want you left out of it. Do you understand?”
“Yes I do.”…….
He dropped the phone on a pile of books on the table, shut his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose in thought,

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!CIAO!

Seun:

My bad.  I should have asked for the beginning of the book. The first chapter.  Excerpts from any other part of the book can't be understod in isolation!

Orikinla:

Join the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) where publishers and writers meet.

If your stories are good, you will find the right publishers.

It is simple.

God bless.

mkusua:

Its okay to publish traditionally, i mean using offline publishers, the only issue is some times you get ripped off. the issue of bad distribution , marketing and tracking makes these matter worse in Nigeria.
it is most times better to self publish your books on the internet .there are many web sites  where you can do this .you get 80 percent from the proceeds of your book ,unlike the traditional publishers that take up to 70% of the proceeds.
try www.lulu.com,
i am an author , i just started using the site, check it out . i will be publishing  my first book soon.