E-Book Pricing

I’m confused and at a loss.

There must be a psychology to selling eBooks that I certainly haven’t been privied to .

No matter what the promotion efforts are, the main question I think on…

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E-Book Pricing

I’m confused and at a loss.

There must be a psychology to selling eBooks that I certainly haven’t been privied to.

No matter what the promotion efforts are, the main question I think on every authors lips is —How much do I charge for a copy of my eBook?

I started The Price For Harmony at 3.99. Had a few sales. So I thought, well, maybe that’s just too expensive. So, I dropped it to 99 cents and went bananas promoting it as a “great deal!”I figured with the promoting and the reviews (especially the 5 Star from Red City Review) it would fly off the virtual shelf.

But that dog wouldn’t hunt.

It seems when a book is placed at 3.99 it’s too expensive, however at 99 cents is devalues the work and is deemed as “bargain basement crap”. Even though it has great reviews and ratings.

The whole thing is insane.

It would be fun (and rather enlightening) to stand over people as they see my twitter tweets and my FB ads and other promotions. Then when they scroll on by simply ask them–hey! why not give it a shot? Why did you pass it up?Maybe then I’d get some answers.

I’ll keep at it. I’ll never give up on Duke and Shriya. Never.

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Patience and Publication


There is a quote I like from one of my favorite authors, Henry Miller. In his book titled Big Sur And The Oranges Of Hieronymus Bosch he states : “The more aware we become the more we perceive there is a relation to right living and good fortune.” I came across this book and found that sentence when I was still in my early twenties– a time when the world seemed dark, dead and chaotic. Although I couldn’t grasp the concept fully at that stage in my life, that quote always played an echo around my brain stem. Now here I am in my youthful forties and I understand more what Miller was saying. It isn’t just your actions that constitute right living. It is also how you think, respond, love and which emotions you want to give energy to.


One thing I have learned on my lonesome is that when you have faith and patience things tend to just fall into place. Sometimes that’s a sharp sword to swallow. I realize that today this sort of “new age” thinking has saturated the public eye and media to the point where it seems so commonplace and mundane. Every talk show has some guy who wrote a book about how to make things happen in your life. Ever since the success of the book and film  The Secret (which I first watched while I was in jail on alcohol related charges) many self proclaimed guru’s of the law of attraction have jumped on the bandwagon. Some may actually be genuine, but many are just plain full of it.


One of my greatest teachers was the late Dr. Wayne W. Dyer. Sadly he passed away peacefully in his sleep late last year and the young age of 75. This man was a living Buddha if ever there was one. It truly is because of his direction that I have been able to achieve many of the fortunate things that have occurred and continue to occur in my life and that I was able to find the place inside of me that led me to stop many of my self destructive habits. From his books and talks I learned how being anxious and full of worry actually push away the things you desire. Now I simply step aside and allow the the forces that be to take charge and do what they will. Then respond. I state my intention or desire in a positive way then just let it go. And go on with my life and watch the miracles start to happen. And they DO happen.


I’m not just talking small miracles either. I am talking about solutions to seemingly impossible situations. Recently my book Thirteen Years Of Dust was picked up by GenZ publishing. A miracle there in itself. But as its states in my contract, upon publication the author is required to purchase at least 20 copies of his/her book for promotions and signings and conventions. This is the only out of pocket expense and sounds rather fair to me. But the obstacle for me was–I don’t have that kind of cash. By that kind I mean U.S. dollars. I live on Philippine peso which is considerably worth less on the global market.


So I started a gofundme campaign (which is still going on). It was the most reasonable thing to do. At first a few donations trickled in from some family members which I was extremely grateful for. Then nothing. Darkness. Time was running out. But I didn’t worry. The old me would have lost sleep over it. What did I do? I trusted waited and chanted.  A good friend of mine asked me, “How can you be so calm?” I have to laugh a little. Would getting upset and anxious get me anywhere? I just waited and did what I could. Posting on Facebook and Twitter. Talking to people here and there. Then yesterday two donations came in totalling 200 USD! This put me way over the halfway mark and actually gave me something to work with! Now will I say being anxious and nervous would have caused this not to happen? No I can’t say that. But I can say I had a more peaceful journey and was ready to accept any outcome.


This is just a small example. It has become more and more apparent to me that whatever I focus my energy and thoughts on shows up in my life. Sometimes it’s the strangest things. Sometimes it’s not even what I wanted, but it was what I thought about. If thoughts can form your dreams then they can also form your reality.


There are just a few things to keep in mind. The first is to remember that you are only limited by Krishna (God) and your own imagination. The other is you cannot go against Krishna’s will. (Here I use the Name Krishna because of my religion. Use any name for God you wish!) Surrendering is the only way. I am living proof.


Love, Peace and Harmony

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Meet Special Agent Shriya Thakur, Duke Bradley’s Partner in THIRTEEN YEARS OF DUST!


Born in the USA to Indian parents, then then raised and educated in London, Special Agent Shriya Thakur joined the FBI after she returned to America to reclaim her right as a citizen. She was trained as a field agent, but because of her small size and British accent, she’s been riding the pine doing backround checks for the past nine years. When the opportunity opened up for her to transfer to Akron’s Cold Case unit, she jumped at the chance to get out from behind the desk. Unknown to her, the FBI had very little faith in her abilities in the field at the time and only granted her the position because they didn’t expect these cases to get solved. Then she met Duke Bradley and everything changed. Not only for her and her career, but for Duke’s universe too.

Here is what Duke says when he fist laid eyes on her:

“She was a doll, I mean a real dish. She looked to be all of about thirty-three with a petite frame and this natural lusty, black hair which was pulled back tight, like a medieval facelift and seemed to be held in place by some wizard’s spell. It was soft and wavy in places, and frizzy in others as if she had just met up with a dose of lightning. Her eyes were sideways teardrops with a deep chocolate center and black mascara lines along the bottom lid. She had slim lips, no lipstick, and a high forehead with thin arching eyebrows and tiny hairs that forgot to grow sideways where the two almost met in the middle. Her cheekbones rode high on either side of her celestial nose and her jaw tapered down, like the bottom of a valentine heart, but then rounded into a slight dimple in her chin.

She glanced up from her reading for a mere second, then decided afterwards I deserved another check, this time, a bit more stealthful and not long enough for me to motion to her, but I could tell she was looking.

Her skin was the color of toasted almonds, but I was sure it would be darker in the summer once it gets a good load of sunshine. She had on a sour cream colored button down with short sleeves that slid into her Khaki pants smooth as an iron on decal. A gold badge clung to her belt on the left side of her narrow waist and her empty gun holster was on the right. By complete accident and totally unintentional, I happened to notice the blue lace of her bra saying hello where the buttons at her bust line separated. Especially when I let my head tilt just a hair to the right. Another mystery I was more than eager to solve.”


Thirteen Years of Dust is a cult classic in the making. You will surely be fascinated by Duke Bradley and absolutely fall in love with Special Agent Shriya Thakur. Watch for it’s release and more in this series!

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Another Great Review and Mystere Gris

Things are picking up. I opened my product page this morning to find a couple more reviews both with 5 star ratings. Nothing could tickle me more. Now for my ARC I chose both people whom I knew would be gentle and those who would really crack it apart. People I know who know books and who know Noir and mysteries. At any rate, I’ll just get to the reviwes. This first one is fom a guy I have known since kindergarten and lost touch over the years, but just recently rekindled our childhood friendship. I asked him to be a reviewer and he agreed. Here is his review.


5.0 out of 5 starsGreat read from a great author
By Amazon Customer on February 4, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition

I’ve known the writer my whole life. Was surprised to hear he’s a writer. Being from Akron Ohio, this book has the gritty feel of my hometown. Very good read. Characters are believable. Very well written look forward to more from the author. Way to go Jeff. EVERYONE READ THIS BOOK!!!!!! And again thanks Jeff for early release.”

Great review and honest.

Now onto the surprising one. This next one caught me offguard and made me feel all tingly. He captured just about eveything I set out to acomplish in my debut novel for Duke Bradley, Private Eye. I only know this reviewer from Facebook and have never met him in person. We share one thing in common and thats a love of old movies. Now on to his review.
5.0 out of 5 starswith his dislike for sticking to the rules
By Keith A on February 4, 2016
Format: Paperback

Duke Bradley, Private Eye, with his dislike for sticking to the rules, his wisecracks, and his beloved (only to him) coconut straw fedora, tries to move beyond his past demons and his pathetically empty pockets to go after the reward on an unsolved murder case that has been sitting cold for thirteen years. With precious little time before his eviction is carried out, Duke needs the money the way he used to need his bourbon, as if his next breath wouldn’t be possible without it. The more he boldly sticks his nose into unsavory places, the less assurance we have that he will be granted that next breath.

Duke narrates his investigation like a detective stuck in an intriguing 1940s film noir, with a tinge of update to keep him up with the times. Duke is not without his prejudices and impatience, and makes far from a perfect hero, but you can’t help but love him anyway. He enlists the help of FBI Special Agent Shriya Thakur, simply because he needs a ride and her extra access, but she has more to offer than he expects.

The dialogue crackles with descriptive language that flows endlessly from Thompson’s pen. Thompson, as he notes in his forward, knows a thing or two about addiction and he uses that knowledge to make every hint of Duke’s struggle ring with honesty. Even sober, with his last drink sitting untouched for years, as this murder case has been, it doesn’t stop his addiction from tantalizingly calling him at every opportunity.

Thirteen Years of Dust offers what was so compelling about those past noirs, a great ride with dialogue that snaps knowingly and an engaging detective who doesn’t even try to be perfect, but who always stays one step ahead of us while we have to try to keep up.

-Keith Allison, humane educator for the Ethical Choices Program and author of What if the Shoe Were On the Other Hoof?

What a great review. He is an author himself of a great book called WHAT IF THE SHOE WAS ON THE OTHER HOOF? and a humane educator for the Ethical Choices program.This man’s ethics cannot be questioned, so his review is about as honest as they come.

Anyway, it’s another hot day in the Philippines. This heat is going to kill me one day I know it. We could use some good rain, or at least a skyfull of grey clouds..that I would like. Reminds me of home. Akron, Ohio. That is also the setting for the Duke Bradley mysteries.

I think I’ll share a little bit of what I am working on now. The next in the series. No title yet. just take a quick gander. Unedited and not yet juiced up but might give you an idea what to look for.

—-“I walked down Main and came upon the Civic theatre. The marquette was a lit up with the announcement of a Noir film festival for the coming weekend. I kicked around the idea of buying a ticket and getting a seat. Well, two seats. I knew Shriya would enjoy it, but then I would have to listen to her mimic their slang for the next week and a half. Maybe longer. That would ruin the whole thing for me.

I have seen all the films on the menu, but not on the big screen like they did back in the 40’s. I love the old black and white Noirs. Don’t make them like that anymore and they probably wouldn’t fly nowadays. People want shit exploding and sadism. The simple crook just isn’t fancy enough for people these days. Maybe that’s for tv.

Nothing is black and white anymore. It’s all gray. The real Noir is over. Those black days are gone no matter how hard someone tries to hold onto it. Even me. I’m not true Noir. I was born too late.

Maybe a new type of film and literature, Mystere Gris. That’s French for “grey mystery”. Came up with it myself. In those movies it seems the sun never shines and everything good happens at night. Well I am here to tell you it ain’t so. Sometimes the sun is shining bright as hell and you still feel like shit. Then others you can be happy as a hyena and it’s all gray and gloomy like I like it.

Akron is a gray city with gray buildings and overcast gray skies a lot of the time. the lake effect they call it I think. Since it sits so close to Lake Erie, it gets a lot of rain and clouds coming off the water. Down from Canada. Thanks k’nuks.”

Just a short teaser. Gotta a long way to go before the next one is on the shelves. My advice to you? Pick up Thirteen Years of Dust. It’s only a buck right now. I mean it’s a dollar–I don’t think it will kill you to try. Especially with these reviews. What do you have to lose?

Thank you and Goodnight.