About Me
- Katie Ashley
- Atlanta, GA, United States
- I am the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best Selling author of The Proposition, Proposal, Music of the Heart, and Nets and Lies. I am represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel and Goderich for all books except for Proposition and Proposal.
The Proposition
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Smexy Saturday Post & Contest to Win Rock the Heart by my bud Michelle Valentine!!!
I'm probably going to break a few hearts that my Smexy Saturday Snip isn't from The Proposal....Instead it's from Music of My Heart, my rocker book that got pushed back for The Proposal to be pushed forward.
I'm excited about this book, but the real reason I'm sharing the snip is because I'm even MOAR excited for my writer bestie, Michelle Valentine's, Rock the Heart to be released on the 20th! So after you read, be sure to enter the contest to win one of 3 available ebooks!! You're gonna love Noel guys!! SWOONS!!
So here's Jake....Who's going to rock your world Valentine's Day 2013!!!
And here's Abby.....
Here's the setup. Abby is joining her brothers band, Jacob's Ladder, on tour to see if she's ready to take her exiting brother, Gabe's, place so he can be a full-time husband and new father(think of them like The Band Perry). Rock Nation is a huge festival in the desert where tons of bands are playing and there's tour busses everywhere. A leering roadie points her to the wrong one, and here's our scene...
An arm snaked around my waist, jerking me down further onto the mattress. “What—” I started before the warm flesh of a man’s body pushed me on my back and covered me with his weight. It took all of a millisecond to realize this was so not Gabe.
Scorching hot lips met my own, and I shuddered. They pressed
eagerly against mine with intense longing. Desire raged through me, pooling below my waist. His fingers wrapped and tangled
their way through my hair. When I opened my mouth to protest, a tongue darted
into my mouth, dancing tantalizing against my own.
Tearing my lips off his, I screeched, “Get off me!”
A seductive grin stretched across his face, and he licked
his lips, flashing me a silver tongue ring. “No, you’re definitely not Bree. You
put her to shame.” He glanced down at my body again and groaned. “All in
white--you’re a fucking angel.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, bringing my hand over my eyes.
“So you’re telling me you didn’t sneak into my bed on purpose?”
I snatched my hand away and glared up at him. “Of course I didn’t! I don’t even know you.”
Three pairs of legs dangled out of the bunks. Almost in unison, they hopped out. Three bleary eyed, heavily tattooed rockers in various states of undress, stared at me with bewildered expressions.
“Oh shit,” I murmured before I pitched forward and everything went black.
*Rough draft and can possibly change..you know the drill*
a Rafflecopter giveaway
I'm excited about this book, but the real reason I'm sharing the snip is because I'm even MOAR excited for my writer bestie, Michelle Valentine's, Rock the Heart to be released on the 20th! So after you read, be sure to enter the contest to win one of 3 available ebooks!! You're gonna love Noel guys!! SWOONS!!
So here's Jake....Who's going to rock your world Valentine's Day 2013!!!
And here's Abby.....
Here's the setup. Abby is joining her brothers band, Jacob's Ladder, on tour to see if she's ready to take her exiting brother, Gabe's, place so he can be a full-time husband and new father(think of them like The Band Perry). Rock Nation is a huge festival in the desert where tons of bands are playing and there's tour busses everywhere. A leering roadie points her to the wrong one, and here's our scene...
Tripping over a mound of clothes, I stumbled forward, pitching onto the side of the bed. “Gabriel Andrew Renard, if this is your idea
of a joke, it isn’t funny!”
A long moan erupted from underneath the covers as a body
shifted toward me. When I was little, the boys, Gabe especially, used to love
the scare the shit out of me. I had a feeling where this was heading, and after
the morning I’d had, I wasn’t in the mood. “Okay, fine. If you’re going to be a
dick, then I’m going back outside.” I grunted with frustration and started to
hoist myself off the bed.
An arm snaked around my waist, jerking me down further onto the mattress. “What—” I started before the warm flesh of a man’s body pushed me on my back and covered me with his weight. It took all of a millisecond to realize this was so not Gabe.
Once again my traitorous body enjoyed the sensations
pulsing through me so much a moan erupted deep in my throat. But then I
realized I was allowing a stranger some heavy first base action, not to mention
his hand had started to grope second base. With all the strength I had, I
pushed against him.
Tearing my lips off his, I screeched, “Get off me!”
He ignored me as his fingers fisted the hem of my sundress.
A lazy chuckle erupted from him. “Bree, babe, what the hell are you doing
wearing clothes to bed?”
Bree? This jerk was mauling me because he thought I was
someone else. I gritted my teeth and smacked his bare, sculpted chest. Hard.
“I’m not Bree, asshole!”
The light on the bedside table flickered on. I sucked in a
breath at the drop-dead gorgeous face hovering over mine. Blue eyes, hazy with
a mixture of sleep deprivation and desire, stared down at me. He ran a hand
through his disheveled sandy blonde hair before raking his gaze over me. He
made sure to linger on my heaving chest and how my sun dress had bunched up my
thighs to almost reveal my panties. My eyes widened at his heavily inked arms and chest.
When he started to lean over to kiss me again, I brought my
hand in front of his face. “Look, if Gabe put you up to this, the joke is up.
You got me. Ha, ha.”
His brows furrowed, and I noticed the hoop in one of them.
“Who the hell is Gabe?”
My heart shuddered a little, and I tried to still the fear
prickling over my body. “My brothers didn’t put you up to this?”
“No, babe, I don’t think so.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, bringing my hand over my eyes.
“So you’re telling me you didn’t sneak into my bed on purpose?”
I snatched my hand away and glared up at him. “Of course I didn’t! I don’t even know you.”
“Well, give me a chance to get to know you better.” He
pressed his hips into me, and for a brief instant, I fought the longing
crisscrossing over my body. After all, I’d never kissed a strange guy or been
in a stranger’s bed.
“No, I have to go,” I murmured against his urgent lips.
When it was very clear he wasn’t going to let me up, my
desire got doused with anger. Who the hell did he think he was pinning me down
and trying to get to know me better by grinding himself against me? Drawing all
the strength I could muster, I brought my knee up against his groin.
“FUCK!” he groaned, rolling off of me.
Seizing the opportunity, I scrambled out of the bed. I threw
open the bedroom door and stomped out into the hallway. “Okay, boys, you’ve had
your fun, so cut the crap! You better get your sorry asses up right now!” I
screamed.
Three pairs of legs dangled out of the bunks. Almost in unison, they hopped out. Three bleary eyed, heavily tattooed rockers in various states of undress, stared at me with bewildered expressions.
“Oh shit,” I murmured before I pitched forward and everything went black.
*Rough draft and can possibly change..you know the drill*
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Friday, November 9, 2012
Interview with author JB McGee, Author of Broken
Today on the blog I'm featuring author JB McGee of Broken. I'm so excited that she is a fellow Georgia gal, and I'll be meeting up with her and Michelle from Literati Literature Reviews on Saturday night!!
Here's a summary of her debut novel:
Gabby's life has been anything but easy. She is surrounded by friends who seem to have everything she doesn't: money, social standing, and happily married parents. While dealing with the loss of her mother, she experiences her first heartbreak. She commits herself to her studies and runs away from any emotions that aren't safe. Bradley Banks, a confident CEO and commercial architect, who has long time commitment issues forces Gabby to feel again, but will he be her next heartbreak?
Here's a summary of her debut novel:
What would be a typical working day for you?
When and where do you write?
I have special needs children so my life is crazy and my schedule must be flexible. Sometimes they are in school and other times they are too sick to go to school. Being five and seven year old boys, when they are here, it is very difficult to write. Those days I spend my time being a referee for the most part. However, I am a bit of a workaholic. If I am unable to write and I'm not breaking up a fight, you'll find me marketing the book or myself in some way. I am also a graphic designer, so I am usually designing for clients during the weekdays, as well.
When I wrote Broken, my boys were actually well enough to attend school three days a week for about four hours a day. I was able to write during those times. When they came home, they were exhausted and would take naps, and so I would continue writing. I'd stop when they woke up and then start back again as soon as they were in bed. I had the story for Broken written in two weeks. Now that they aren't in school like that, I find now that the library is my best friend. Anytime my husband will keep them for me to go, I'm out of the door before he changes his mind. I go to the quiet room there, put my headphones in and the creative juices start to flow.
What is the hardest part of writing for you?
One word: starting! When I decided to write Broken, I did some research and then made an outline. But, even with the outline, I still struggled with how to start my first sentence. I just had no clue how to even begin. I finally just typed something out with the thought that I could always change it after I started if I didn't like it, which is exactly what I did. My first sentence for Broken initially was the start of the wedding, but a beta reader told me to go back and add more of Sam and Gabby leading up to that scene. I did that and I think it worked out quite nicely. I would tell anyone who wants to write to do just that. Even if it's just a sentence. Sentences become paragraphs. Paragraphs become chapters. And before you know it, you'll have a novel. And on a tangent, sometimes outlines don't work. If I showed you my outline, you would be very confused. My imagination totally went crazy and what I had planned to write is not what my mind decided to have me type.
When and why did you first start writing?
When I was in the seventh grade, I was told I could no longer do my book reports on Nancy Drew. It was tragic. This was the beginning of reading being a chore and not a passion. After that, I hated English and I really didn't read unless I absolutely had to read.
I love Nicolas Sparks and read his books. I also loved the Left Behind Series. But, really other than those books, I wasn't a reader. My husband asked me in college why I even bothered wasting money on text books if I was never going to open them. I would laugh and say because I do open them in class to make my professors think I study. But, I was notorious for skimming books right before a test or reading on the internet what a story was about enough to wing it. I would pay attention in class and then look at the excerpts that were being discussed and I'd get involved in the conversation as best as I could. By the time the test came, I usually knew as much about the book having not read as my peers who had read it.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because I am the last person who thought I would ever be an avid reader, let alone a writer.
In my children's lit class my professor told me that I was going to be an author. She said "One day you're going to send me an email and tell me you've written a book and I'm going to be so proud." I laughed and said okay, but I was really thinking this woman is crazy. I was honored on the one hand, but I could not picture myself writing anything other than something I was forced to write for a good grade. And I hated that so much, I would procrastinate until the very last minute to actually sit down and write it.
I also had a dear friend, Jan Gambino, who helped me on my journey as a special needs mother. Jan told me that one day I'd write a book about our own journey, as it is certainly a unique situation with all of us having Mitochondrial Disease ("Mito"). I had blogged from the moment I found out I was pregnant with my first child (after years of infertility, not so unique). Jan would tell me those blog posts would become my chapters, to keep writing. She passed away last year and I kick myself for not writing sooner so I could have had her help and friendship along the journey.
So, it seems everyone else believed in me, but I didn't believe in myself. It wasn't until I read Fifty Shades of Grey and became obsessed with that story that my passion for reading, which had been lost in the seventh grade, came flooding back to me. After reading about six different books, most from initially self-published authors, I realized that I had a story in my head. I love a challenge, but I also feared having severe ADHD in addition to Mito that I would find myself halfway through and not finish for lack of attention or because my body decided to go on strike.
I made up my mind I was going to do it. I asked my husband if he would be upset if I wrote a romance novel that might have some erotica in it. I told him I'd use a pen name. He said he didn't care. So, on August 12, 2012, I started to write Broken. I decided a short story or novella might be a good start, rather than a novel. Initially, I thought of those papers I had dreaded writing and how the thought of a 400 word paper would send me into a panic attack. The thought of writing even 5,000 words was overwhelming. So, my first goal was that, 5,000. I think I had that many words in a couple of days. So, then I moved my goal up to 10,000 words. That's when I told my family if I could make it to 20,000 words, even if I didn't finish it, I would feel like I had really accomplished something. But, by the time I got to 20,000 words, my story was really getting juicy and I realized I couldn't just stop. Not to mention, I had beta-readers begging for more chapters. So, I made it to around 46,000 words and as much as I wanted to add more to get to novel length, I just didn't feel I could add words that progressed the plot.
One of the first things I did was send a copy to my children's lit professor. It was a really awesome moment for me. A couple of weeks ago I wrote my first children's book and sent her that, too. After I write the trilogy, the next book will be about my life. It will be for and because of Jan. It will be a legacy for my children and hopefully help other families the way Jan helped us. I am a writer. I think I always have been a storyteller. It just took a series of events and a few people to help me believe in me to make me realize it.
How did you come up with the idea of your book?
I thought, well this happened in my life, and I bet people would think that was juicy. I'll just take this one little event, and I'll twist the heck out of it and make it fiction. That's how it started. Like I said, I made this outline and it's nothing like what I actually wrote. When I finished chapter one and thought, Uh oh! Where do I go now, I decided I wanted to do a past/present format. So, I really ended up coming up with two stories and putting them into one. I knew that if my readers were left hanging in chapter one wanting to know what happened next, but they had to flash back, they'd keep reading chapter two to get to chapter three. Then, I hoped by the time they got to chapter three, they would have to have chapter four.
What are you currently reading?
I'm reading Binder Full of Women (Billionaire Binder Series). I saw it on a friend's wall, as she had posted it as a political joke. I decided since the first book was free, I'd download and read it. The timing is great since election day has just passed. Obviously, the book's binder full of women is not the same binder the politician's are discussing. :)
I have special needs children so my life is crazy and my schedule must be flexible. Sometimes they are in school and other times they are too sick to go to school. Being five and seven year old boys, when they are here, it is very difficult to write. Those days I spend my time being a referee for the most part. However, I am a bit of a workaholic. If I am unable to write and I'm not breaking up a fight, you'll find me marketing the book or myself in some way. I am also a graphic designer, so I am usually designing for clients during the weekdays, as well.
When I wrote Broken, my boys were actually well enough to attend school three days a week for about four hours a day. I was able to write during those times. When they came home, they were exhausted and would take naps, and so I would continue writing. I'd stop when they woke up and then start back again as soon as they were in bed. I had the story for Broken written in two weeks. Now that they aren't in school like that, I find now that the library is my best friend. Anytime my husband will keep them for me to go, I'm out of the door before he changes his mind. I go to the quiet room there, put my headphones in and the creative juices start to flow.
What is the hardest part of writing for you?
One word: starting! When I decided to write Broken, I did some research and then made an outline. But, even with the outline, I still struggled with how to start my first sentence. I just had no clue how to even begin. I finally just typed something out with the thought that I could always change it after I started if I didn't like it, which is exactly what I did. My first sentence for Broken initially was the start of the wedding, but a beta reader told me to go back and add more of Sam and Gabby leading up to that scene. I did that and I think it worked out quite nicely. I would tell anyone who wants to write to do just that. Even if it's just a sentence. Sentences become paragraphs. Paragraphs become chapters. And before you know it, you'll have a novel. And on a tangent, sometimes outlines don't work. If I showed you my outline, you would be very confused. My imagination totally went crazy and what I had planned to write is not what my mind decided to have me type.
When and why did you first start writing?
When I was in the seventh grade, I was told I could no longer do my book reports on Nancy Drew. It was tragic. This was the beginning of reading being a chore and not a passion. After that, I hated English and I really didn't read unless I absolutely had to read.
I love Nicolas Sparks and read his books. I also loved the Left Behind Series. But, really other than those books, I wasn't a reader. My husband asked me in college why I even bothered wasting money on text books if I was never going to open them. I would laugh and say because I do open them in class to make my professors think I study. But, I was notorious for skimming books right before a test or reading on the internet what a story was about enough to wing it. I would pay attention in class and then look at the excerpts that were being discussed and I'd get involved in the conversation as best as I could. By the time the test came, I usually knew as much about the book having not read as my peers who had read it.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because I am the last person who thought I would ever be an avid reader, let alone a writer.
In my children's lit class my professor told me that I was going to be an author. She said "One day you're going to send me an email and tell me you've written a book and I'm going to be so proud." I laughed and said okay, but I was really thinking this woman is crazy. I was honored on the one hand, but I could not picture myself writing anything other than something I was forced to write for a good grade. And I hated that so much, I would procrastinate until the very last minute to actually sit down and write it.
I also had a dear friend, Jan Gambino, who helped me on my journey as a special needs mother. Jan told me that one day I'd write a book about our own journey, as it is certainly a unique situation with all of us having Mitochondrial Disease ("Mito"). I had blogged from the moment I found out I was pregnant with my first child (after years of infertility, not so unique). Jan would tell me those blog posts would become my chapters, to keep writing. She passed away last year and I kick myself for not writing sooner so I could have had her help and friendship along the journey.
So, it seems everyone else believed in me, but I didn't believe in myself. It wasn't until I read Fifty Shades of Grey and became obsessed with that story that my passion for reading, which had been lost in the seventh grade, came flooding back to me. After reading about six different books, most from initially self-published authors, I realized that I had a story in my head. I love a challenge, but I also feared having severe ADHD in addition to Mito that I would find myself halfway through and not finish for lack of attention or because my body decided to go on strike.
I made up my mind I was going to do it. I asked my husband if he would be upset if I wrote a romance novel that might have some erotica in it. I told him I'd use a pen name. He said he didn't care. So, on August 12, 2012, I started to write Broken. I decided a short story or novella might be a good start, rather than a novel. Initially, I thought of those papers I had dreaded writing and how the thought of a 400 word paper would send me into a panic attack. The thought of writing even 5,000 words was overwhelming. So, my first goal was that, 5,000. I think I had that many words in a couple of days. So, then I moved my goal up to 10,000 words. That's when I told my family if I could make it to 20,000 words, even if I didn't finish it, I would feel like I had really accomplished something. But, by the time I got to 20,000 words, my story was really getting juicy and I realized I couldn't just stop. Not to mention, I had beta-readers begging for more chapters. So, I made it to around 46,000 words and as much as I wanted to add more to get to novel length, I just didn't feel I could add words that progressed the plot.
One of the first things I did was send a copy to my children's lit professor. It was a really awesome moment for me. A couple of weeks ago I wrote my first children's book and sent her that, too. After I write the trilogy, the next book will be about my life. It will be for and because of Jan. It will be a legacy for my children and hopefully help other families the way Jan helped us. I am a writer. I think I always have been a storyteller. It just took a series of events and a few people to help me believe in me to make me realize it.
How did you come up with the idea of your book?
I thought, well this happened in my life, and I bet people would think that was juicy. I'll just take this one little event, and I'll twist the heck out of it and make it fiction. That's how it started. Like I said, I made this outline and it's nothing like what I actually wrote. When I finished chapter one and thought, Uh oh! Where do I go now, I decided I wanted to do a past/present format. So, I really ended up coming up with two stories and putting them into one. I knew that if my readers were left hanging in chapter one wanting to know what happened next, but they had to flash back, they'd keep reading chapter two to get to chapter three. Then, I hoped by the time they got to chapter three, they would have to have chapter four.
What are you currently reading?
I'm reading Binder Full of Women (Billionaire Binder Series). I saw it on a friend's wall, as she had posted it as a political joke. I decided since the first book was free, I'd download and read it. The timing is great since election day has just passed. Obviously, the book's binder full of women is not the same binder the politician's are discussing. :)
*Thanks so much for the interview, and I wish you the best of luck, JB!!
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012
THANK YOU THURSDAY = The Proposition for $1.99 & Some Gifts cards
FIRST OFF, FOR ONE DAY ONLY TODAYTHURSDAY, The Proposition will be available for $1.99. Yes, that's right, I said 1.99!!!
SECOND, I'm offering TWO $10.00 Amazon gift cards. All you have to do is a leave a comment about your FAVORITE part of The Proposition!! Or, if you haven't read the book yet, you can leave a comment about the best book you've read lately!
I can't thank you all enough for your love and support of The Proposition!!! I wanted to be able to give back more than just virtual hugs, kisses, chocolate, and ridiculous amounts of GIFS!!
Monday, November 5, 2012
Teaser Tuesday from THE PROPOSAL!!!
Yowzers!! What a debut week...oh wait, it hasn't been quite a week yet! I'm still walking around my house with a goofy grin and having moments where I just yell SQUEE! or HOLY SHIT! Yep, that's been me since the release of The Proposition!!
So, I'll quit rambling and get to the point, which is Teaser Tuesday!! This scene puts Aidan and Emma back together again for the first time. Ladies, she's making him work for it, I promise!! Patrick's had a little health scare that landed him in the ER(nothing too serious), and Emma happened to be with him when it happened. So, away we go!!
Aidan reached out his hand to flag down a passing nurse when
the sound of singing stopped him cold in the middle of the hallway. Strains of Danny Boy floated back to him—his father’
s favorite song. Only second generation Irish, Patrick had grown up with the
songs of the old homeland like Danny Boy
and The Fields of Athenry. Aidan couldn’t
remember a time in his life when his father wasn’t humming one of them.
But it wasn’t his father singing. This sweet voice
cut through to Aidan’s soul, causing him to shudder.
It was Emma.
Her voice drew him nearer and nearer like a siren leading a
man to his doom. His steps slowed to a crawl as his eyes honed in on the door
down the hall from him. The last time he heard her sing was at grandparent’s
Barn Dance—the night before he realized he was in truly and completely in love
with her. But all of that was before he had broken her heart.
Pausing in front of the doorway, Aidan tried to still the
rapid acceleration of his heartbeat. His father reclined back on the hospital bed with Emma perched
beside him. She held his hand that was tethered to an IV
pole in both of hers. Although Patrick had oxygen tubes stuck in his nose, he appeared
to be feeling fine and was enjoying his impromptu concert.
When the last notes of the song echoed off the drab walls,
Patrick applauded. “Beautiful, Emma! Absolutely beautiful!”
Even though she ducked her head, Aidan could see her usual
flush of embarrassment that tinged her cheeks. “You’re welcome.”
“Without a doubt, you have the voice of an angel, sweetheart.”
Emma leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You know there isn’t
anything I wouldn’t do for you, and that includes singing a song with
impossibly high notes in the middle of the ER.” One hand flew to her abdomen
while a smile spread across her face. “Noah must be a true Irish Fitzgerald.
He’s going crazy dancing right now!” Taking Patrick’s hand, she brought it to
her belly. “See?”
Aidan sucked in a breath and staggered back. What the hell? His son had a name, and he
hadn’t even had a part in it. How could she do something as monumental as
naming their child without asking him? He shouldn’t have cared that Emma had bestowed
her late father’s name on their son, but he did. Anger pulsed through him.
Stalking through the doorway, he blurted, “Excuse me? Noah?”
Patrick and Emma both turned to stare at him. Emma’s face
reddened from her ivory cheeks all the way down to her neck while her frantic gaze
darted around the room as if looking for an escape. Scrambling out of the bed,
she backed as far away from him as she could.
Although his attention should have gone to his ailing father,
Aidan couldn’t take his eyes off of Emma. Any anger he felt quickly
evaporated, and his heart constricted with love for her. God, he had missed
her. He didn’t realize just how much until she was standing right in front of
him like a vision. Three weeks without her and he was a physical and mental wreck. But Emma could have been one of Patrick’s roses in bloom. Her
breasts were fuller, her stomach was rounder, and her hips wider. He fought to
catch his breath.
AND, how do you like the cover?!!! *chews fingernails that you like it*
Sunday, November 4, 2012
And On The 7th Day there was a 7 Sentence Snip!
So, I decided to join the ranks of posting a Sunday snip!! Since I never know
when to shut up or be concise, mine will be 7, rather than 6!!
This is from the first chapter of The Proposal, which releases January 5th, rather than March 15th
After a snort escaped his lips, Aidan’s face smacked hard onto the kitchen table before he gave a maniacal laugh. “Actually, Pop, I was shitfaced five beers and two shots of Patron ago. I think it’s safe to say I’m fucking plastered now!”
This is from the first chapter of The Proposal, which releases January 5th, rather than March 15th
After a snort escaped his lips, Aidan’s face smacked hard onto the kitchen table before he gave a maniacal laugh. “Actually, Pop, I was shitfaced five beers and two shots of Patron ago. I think it’s safe to say I’m fucking plastered now!”
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Contest Winner & Interview with Aidan & Emma on Saturday Night Special with Kelli Maine
So, um, yeah, that was a long 24 hour period for the contest, right?!! LOL I'm still in a goofball haze of giddiness!!
Thanks to Random.Org number generator we have technical and scientific winning number of Post 20 or TAMARA!!! CONGRATS!!
Tonight you don't want to miss the interview with Aidan and Emma at the beginning of their journey together over at my buddy Kelli Maine's blog http://kellimaine.blogspot.com/
You can win an arc too!!!
THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL COMMENTS, SUPPORT, AND LOVE!!
Thanks to Random.Org number generator we have technical and scientific winning number of Post 20 or TAMARA!!! CONGRATS!!
Tonight you don't want to miss the interview with Aidan and Emma at the beginning of their journey together over at my buddy Kelli Maine's blog http://kellimaine.blogspot.com/
You can win an arc too!!!
THANKS AGAIN FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL COMMENTS, SUPPORT, AND LOVE!!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
HOLY COW WHAT A DAY!! ANOTHER CONTEST & RELEASE DATE FOR THE PROPOSAL!
Okay, I realize that was an insane amount of shouty capitals, Ms. Steele!! But OH MY!! THIS:
Out of the gate!! The first day!!
I'm amazed, flabbergasted, squeeing 24/7, floored, speechless(and if you knew me in real life you would release how amazing a feat that was!!).
Even as a writer, I could never adequately convey my appreciation for my readers and supporters. I love you guys to bits, and I couldn't have done this without you!! It's been a difficult year and difficult journey in the writing business, so I can never take for granted this amazing of a feeling or experience. MUAH, MUAH!!
Aidan says thanks too!!
So, I feel like I need to give back for the amazing day Proposition readers have given me. So I'm offering up a $25 Amazon gift card tonight to show my appreciation!! All you have to do is leave a comment here, and I'll pick a random number for the winner!! I'll close the contest tomorrow morning, so my Pacific time frame peeps can get a chance!!
The end of The Proposition....yeah, erm, it's got a lot of peeps a little excited...a little riled...little upset that the sequel isn't out until March.
Yeah, so I've thought long and hard, and I've decided to move the sequel, The Proposal, up to January, rather than March.
MOST OF ALL THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!
Out of the gate!! The first day!!
I'm amazed, flabbergasted, squeeing 24/7, floored, speechless(and if you knew me in real life you would release how amazing a feat that was!!).
Even as a writer, I could never adequately convey my appreciation for my readers and supporters. I love you guys to bits, and I couldn't have done this without you!! It's been a difficult year and difficult journey in the writing business, so I can never take for granted this amazing of a feeling or experience. MUAH, MUAH!!
Aidan says thanks too!!
And does his finest Michael Jackson impression!!
So, I feel like I need to give back for the amazing day Proposition readers have given me. So I'm offering up a $25 Amazon gift card tonight to show my appreciation!! All you have to do is leave a comment here, and I'll pick a random number for the winner!! I'll close the contest tomorrow morning, so my Pacific time frame peeps can get a chance!!
The end of The Proposition....yeah, erm, it's got a lot of peeps a little excited...a little riled...little upset that the sequel isn't out until March.
Yeah, so I've thought long and hard, and I've decided to move the sequel, The Proposal, up to January, rather than March.
MOST OF ALL THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!
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