Weekend Twitter Giveaway!
I ordered something really cool today. I’m so very excited about this. For some crazy reason, I expect everyone else to be as squee-y over it as I am, and hence a giveaway is born. Wanna know what you can win? Wait for it. Waaaiiit for iiiiiiiiit…
Super-dee-duper novella-tastic The Last Three Words bookmarks!
These bookmarks were designed by yours truly, featuring the amazing cover art for my upcoming Evernight Teen novella release. Professionally printed on good cardstock and covered with a gloss coating, these babies should hold up to the most vigorous of bookmarking duties, and look damned fabulous doing it. Accented with a single white feather on an attached satin-like cord, you’ll never lose your place in a book again…if you can bring yourself to remove this beauty from the protective display shelf you’ll certainly be compelled to keep it on.
Okay, so they’re just bookmarks. But still, they’re gonna be super cool!
You know you want one now. Entries are super easy to get. You can even enter every day, if you want. Ten winners will be randomly selected from all entries (the more entries you have accumulated, the better your chances) when I get around to it sometime next Tuesday. Winners will be contacted by Friday November 1 for mailing addresses, and prizes sent out within one week of receipt of info. Good luck and enter often :D
NOTE: To get the +5 entries for tweeting about the giveaway, you must tweet from the Rafflecopter giveaway widget below!
Which author has had the most influence on you?
Anne Rice is my literary idol, and I hope to one day be as amazing as she is with description. The way she’s able to pull you into the story’s sights, smells, tastes, textures, etc. has always fascinated me. I can only hope some of that skill has rubbed off on me over the years I’ve spent reading her!
I really enjoy reading anyone with a lush descriptive style, though. My most recent favorite was Leah Raeder’s Unteachable, which makes sense, as Leah is a fellow Rice fan, lol!
Cover Reveal: The Last Three Words
Are you all excited? Are ya are ya are ya?
Okay, so maybe I’ve been watching too much MLP with my four-year-old and have begun to channel Pinkie Pie, but I can’t help but be excited. The cover art for my novella came in and I lurve it so hard. It’s simple and striking and just yum.
Anyway, click the “read more” to view, and praise be to the team at Evernight Teen and Sour Cherry Designs :)
Blurb: The Last Three Words
How about some back cover copy this morning?
Seventeen-year-old Christian Marx never belonged anywhere but with his best friend Maye. Life with her beats the hell out of the dingy apartment he shares with his neglectful mother. Mom may be blood, but Maye and her little sister Rowe are family. Life would be perfect if only Maye loved him the way he loved her.
Last night, she did. Today, she’s dead–a tragic accident no one could have predicted.
With Maye gone, it’s up to those she left behind to figure out how to move on. Only one person can drag Christian away from the ledge. Only one person can save Maye’s sister Rowe from making a huge mistake. Sometimes the only way to un-break yourself is to fix someone else.
Haven’t done one of these in a while, so here you go. An excerpt from late in the book: one of Grace’s past lives, fourteen-year-old Sophie, is treated for Dementia Praecox–or what we now call Schizophrenia–in 1902 France. But is she really ill?
“Go away. Please go away.” I stare at the ceiling, an unwitting audience to the spirits that flock to me now. I wipe a stray tear of frustration that races down my cheek toward my hairline as I lay in bed. My hands are mercifully free, as I’m supervised by the good Doctor for the moment.
“Sophie,” says Dr. Poireier, “do you speak to someone else now?”
It is difficult at these times to listen when I’m being spoken to. The voices of the living are often drowned out by those of the dead. The living speak to hear themselves, I have come to believe. The dead are just desperate to be heard.
I give up, and call for Noel.
“This Noel, tell me…” the Doctor’s words blend into the spirits’ din, and I wait for the needle to come.