What the heck do I do now?

It's now just over two weeks until my release date for The Challenge. YAY!!! Only, what the heck do I do now?

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So I have a list of newbie questions I thought to put out for all of you seasoned authors out there. Now, I figure it is only fair to pay for any brain picking I do, but my currency comes in the form of a snippet of my upcoming release. I'll post it at the bottom. :)

On with the questions....

1. Should I be promoing it like crazy? Probably, but how and where?
2. When it comes out, how many copies should I buy to use as give aways? Is there a magic number?
3. Do interviews on other blogs work?
4. I'm working on a second book, as I've heard that is the best promo you can do, but is there anything else that worked really well for anyone out there?
5. Any other words of advice for my big day...I'm all ears.

Thanks! Now how about a snippet...

As the car drew to a halt and Bastian got out, she wondered again if she was making a mistake. Yes, she wanted to know the wildness of sex with this side of her physiology, but at what cost? Did she dare risk the loss of her anonymity? She’d hidden for so long behind her talent that it was hard to put herself out there for sex alone.

“We’re here.” His hand reached out, palm up, ready to assist her from the car. He left her breathless with his considerate gesture. How many men these days opened car doors? A symphony of nature met her as she rose from the car. Water lapping onto the shore and a fresh pine bouquet filled her with a wild yearning. She could run here, be free here. Maybe she could be more, here.

They moved along the dock towards a giant gazebo outlined with twinkle lights. Silky netting hung suggestively around a raised pedestal in the center of the room, a bed hidden within its depths. They were alone, and the incredible man at her back demanded her full attention.

“Shh, pretty kitty.” Bastian wound himself around her, calming the shakes racking her body. When had those started? “There’s probably a minimum of a hundred things I could call you.” His tongue dragged lightly over the whorls of her ear. “But do you know what I would like?”

She tingled as pictures raced through her head. Her body sprawled over the hood of the car, the warm metal teasing her breasts as he pounded into her from behind.

“Wha—what?”

“Your name, darlin’, what do I call you when I demand your release?”