Archive for November, 2011
Hi all! Happy Thanksgiving if you live in the States, just a general happy fall if you don’t. Look at this great tree I discovered in my research:
It’s called a spindle tree and it has really unique fall colors.
I know the blog’s been a little quiet. That’s because all my time is going to revising my next book, Sweet Disorder. I’ll still be around on tumblr, twitter, and facebook though, even if less than usual. (Links to me on those are in the sidebar at the left.)
I’m so thankful right now for all your support. I wouldn’t be where I am today without all of you. You rock! Olivia Waite did a post about how thankful she was for readers that about sums up how I feel.
12/14/11: This contest is now closed. The winner is rudi_bee. Congratulations!
I’m going to start running my contests from my blog, because it will make admin a lot simpler for me and hopefully lead to actual monthly giveaways–the signed books are piling up on my shelves! Just comment on this post to enter, and make sure you enter your e-mail address–it shouldn’t show up to other commenters, but I’ll get it and then I can easily notify you of your win. As always, if you want to be alerted when a new contest goes up, I recommend signing up for my newsletter.
This month I’m giving away a signed copy of Courtney Milan’s Unveiled.
It’s the first book in her Turner brothers trilogy, and since the second one, Unclaimed, just hit shelves (and is AWESOME, not to mention being about an ex-courtesan and an innocent blond, like A Lily Among Thorns), I thought this would be a good time to offer up this one! Here’s what I had to say about it on Goodreads:
“As always, Courtney Milan writes the longing for an intimate connection with another human being, and then gives that connection to her hero and heroine, so perfectly I found myself choked up at intervals:
Margaret had always thought a man seduced a woman by making her aware of his charms: his body, his wealth, his kisses. How naïve she’d been.
Ash Turner seduced her with the promise of her own self. She longed to believe him, longed to believe that the nightmare of the past month was nothing more than a delusion, that if she simply screwed her eyes tightly shut, she would be important again. And that desire was more alluring than any promise of wealth, more irresistible than any number of heated kisses pressed against her lips.”
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