I feel like I should be doing something special. Something BIG! So I thought about throwing a blog party. But virtual cupcakes just aren’t the same. I suppose could make them for myself, but eating them alone is just not much fun. (And I really don’t need that much sugar!)
So instead, I decided on a giveaway! And what’s better than free books?
A $25 Amazon Gift card you can use for *anything*! Plus a free copy of Princess for Hire!
I know you all have your eyes on some book you’ve been waiting to buy and just haven’t gotten around to. Well here you go! You can get it for FREE now! So how do you win this fabulous prize? It’s super easy!
Just be a follower of this blog and leave a comment with your best bit of advice on how I should handle release day! Then either tweet or blog about the contest (or Princess for Hire!). We’re all on the honor system here, so no need to post link, I trust you guys! (If you’re not on twitter/don’t have a blog, just leaving a comment is fine).
And this contest is open to anyone who can use the gift card – so I’m hoping that includes my international readers! Questions? Just drop me a line and I’ll do my best to answer!
Contest closes February 28th!
And just to tease you, here is a brief snippet from Princess for Hire. Enjoy!
Galt and I reached the foothills of the Wintergrasp Mountains at noon, though the watery sunlight did nothing to warm my icy fingers. I blew on them to warm them as I slid from my horse to tether him to a tree. A gust of November wind tore through my cloak and tunic like I wore nothing at all. And by the look of the peaks above us, it was only going to get worse the higher we climbed.
Galt moaned as he saw our route, but we didn’t have a choice. I gritted my teeth as we started up the steep mountain face. My numb hands searched for holds to pull me up, as my feet slipped and slid on the loose scree. Between the freezing air, the exertion and the altitude, every breath felt like fire ripping through my lungs. Galt looked even worse for wear, his face red and mottled when he collapsed beside me on the first plateau.
For a while, all I could hear was my heart thudding in my ears. Then the rocky slope above us shifted as something moved further up the cliff. I bit back a curse at my stupidity and jumped to my feet as a low moan echoed down the mountain. I’d made yet another rookie mistake—never let your guard down on a job.
“Get out your sword, Galt,” I ordered, forcing my aching body upright. He groaned, not moving. I nudged him with the toe of my boot. “Now.”
Half a dozen monstrosities slithered down the hillside toward us. I stared in horror, fingers frozen on the hilt of my sword. Most of their flesh had been torn away in ragged strips, exposing gray muscle beneath. Partially eaten eyes bulged from their sockets. Then I got a whiff of the stench. I pressed a hand to my mouth as vomit burned my throat.