Sapphic self publishing is quite a thing! - especially for KJ

 


Anyone thinking that the lesbian/sapphic reader/writer community is a tiny niche can think again. When it comes to self publishing, certain Sapphic lgbtqi+ romance genres are being scooped up - or might I say 'skimmed' or 'page flipped' by a massive finger tripping audience. (Kindle-Flip before you buy.)

Check out this article in yesterday's The Age by author Jenny Valentish to see how well the Sapphic self-published romance is going. And my very own self publisher IndieMosh gets a lovely mention.

https://www.theage.com.au/culture/books/self-published-sapphic-fiction-is-an-unlikely-pandemic-winner-20221124-p5c0xz.html?fbclid=IwAR3WfrLEIUnKmBG9SRV69jYiQQQH747pQJiCTdp2RUERi2v-aljCl1x01xU

Brava those Romancers - especially she who is known as KJ (pictured) who's work and promo methods is featured in the above article.

And remember folks, my novel A Secretive Life is a 'moving, sexy and funny' lesbian adventure romance. Try some finger flipping here: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B09DKLSH93?ref=KC_GS_GB_AU

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