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March 9, 2011
March 8, 2011
Giving away a Nook over at Beyond her Book #BHBbash
It's Barbara Vey's 4th Anniversary at Beyond Her Book, her blog at Publisher's Weekly. She's having a mega party and I'm giving away a Nook.
Details here!
March 7, 2011
Last chance… if you had a chance to save a life
THIS IS A REPOST-COMMENTS IN THIS ARE CLOSED. TO COMMENT ON THE CORRECT THREAD, GO HERE…
In your lifetime, there are few moments when you're given the opportunity to directly save another person's life.-Bryan Mealer, HuffPo
If you had a chance to save somebody's life, and it didn't take all that much… would you do it? Well, here's that chance…
A few days ago, I blogged Marrion P'Udongo, a minister in the Congo who has dedicated his life to his people. Not just ministering to them in the way people might think…but risking his life on a regular basis.
Paraphrased…he says…(paraphrased because I suck at trying to get exact words down)
"My job as a minister isn't just about trying to lead people to heaven, but caring for all of them while here on earth."
In 2003, he hid 70 people in his house as the militia tore the town apart. He could have been killed for what he did…but he did it anyway.
He has reached out to the child soldiers in the Congo, trying to give them the chance to be children…not child soldiers, but children.
He's a voice for the numerous women and girls who are raped in the eastern Congo. He works with orphanages that care for the children who've lost their parents in the war.
He's a husband. He's a father. He's a hero.
He's also dying. He was recently diagnosed with acute renal failure and he needs a transplant. You can imagine they probably don't have the sort of resources in the Congo that might be found in other countries.
While the loss of any life is tragic, this man is a hero who has touched countless lives in that bit of the world-and you rarely hear much about the devastation there, the horrors, the tragedies. Wars have raged there for years. Yet all we hear is a blip every now and then.
Children living as soldiers. Families slaughtered. Women and girls are endlessly raped, their abusers never brought to justice. This man is one of the few that will speak for them. And if he dies…will there be another to take his place?
Some of the pastor's friends are trying to raise money via indiegogo to pay for the transplant and time is running out. I made a donation but I want to do more. Romanceland has rallied behind communities devastated by hurricanes and it's rallied behind the black-footed ferret…maybe we can do something to help this amazing man. This is a small something, but everything starts small, right?
So… for every comment left here in this thread, up to four hundred, I'm donating an additional dollar on top of my previous donation. If 400 comments are left (at my blog-not FB, Goodreads, etc) I'll donate $400. Now… to help maybe inspire others to give…if you donate via this page (they accept paypal, too, so international readers can enter!) with a minimum donation of $5.00 via paypal, then your name is entered to win:
an ARC of Hunter's Fall, personalized to the winner, drawn randomly
Any donation of $5.00 or more to the fund will be entered. You can simply forward the confirmation from Indiegogo to contest4shiloh@gmail.com and that will be your entry. I received mine and there is no personal data included, no name, address, nada.
Now… anybody who's hung out at my blog has probably noticed I kind of believe in the power of giving-there's a sort of magic to it. Karma, reap what you sow…good things come back on those who give. Not right away, but it happens. Sometimes in hidden blessings, sometimes in more obvious ways, but there is power in it.
Whoever makes the largest donation to help this amazing man is going to receive huge, sloppy kisses from me…um, scratch that… how about books. An ARC stack.
*this is all all or nothing-one winner gets them all*
An ARC of Hunter's Fall
ARCs of all three books from my upcoming romantic suspense trilogy
An ARC of my upcoming Grimm book, Locked in Silence
ARCs will not be immediately available…will be mailed later, but the recipient will get them before release date, I promise.
And…if you're a blogger and you want to help out even more…click here.
Info gathered via indiegogo, HuffPo and various googles…
Read an Ebook Week…50% off my books at Smashwords
Smashwords is doing a big thing for Read an Ebook week…you can get my titles either free or at a discount.
Enter coupon code RAE50 to get:
Hunter's Choice for free
Beg Me at 50 % off
Tempt Me at 50% off
Check them out here…
**Unfortunately this only applies to the titles bought thru Smashwords…Kindle & Nook don't give authors the option of offering coupons and stuff. Sorry!
March 6, 2011
So….
The good is… there may be an end in sight to the madness that is currently going on my life right now. Or rather, a lessening…Dunno when.
see more Lolcats and funny pictures
The bad news? Very often…this picture describes me. Especially the caption. A lot.
March 5, 2011
Locked in Silence…Saturday Snippets
from Grimm # 5
I think this will be out in September. I know it's a ways off. *wince* sorry…
Vanya thought she heard the air whistling—thought she glimpsed something in the darkness. But she didn't dare look. The avid, hungry look in their eyes was already unsettling—now touched with anger. She'd killed one of them earlier.
They didn't just want to fuck her and try to talk her into giving up her soul for the sake of sex now—they wanted her to bleed, too.
She had no doubt she was going to bleed, going to hurt.
Shit, where were they? He…she…somebody…
She'd been told she wouldn't be alone.
Off in the distance there was a heavy, deliberate tread.
A footstep.
Something shivered down her spine.
She didn't look—didn't dare.
But some of them didn't have that caution. They looked. And swore.
Something shiny, red and wet flew across her field of vision.
Blood.
There was a shriek of rage and the woman Vanya had first seen in the club bathroom snarled, "What the hell…?"
Another footstep. Deliberately heavy. Deliberately hard. Like whoever moved in the shadows wanted to be heard before he was seen. She squinted, still focusing on the demons, although it wasn't so easy to see them now. Was it her imagination or was it darker in here now?
Vanya tried to catch a glimpse but then one of the men rushed at her. She slashed with her knife but wasn't quick enough. He had her pinned, trapped against his body and he was strong—so damned strong. And yes, even now—horny as hell.
One iron hand gripped her wrist, squeezed, squeezed, squeezed… "Drop it, baby," he panted it in her ear. "Now, or when I get you naked, after I'm done fucking you with my dick, I fuck you with that."
Pain and terror blossomed in her mind, but still she clutched the blade.
Off in the darkness of the huge room, she caught a glimpse of something—no, somebody. A man—the glitter of his eyes. Nothing about that one glimpse made her shudder with fear. In fact, that one glimpse had something warm and easy rolling through her.
It gave her the courage she needed to gasp through the pain, "I bet the knife does a better job than you."
He shattered her wrist and she screamed with the pain. The blade fell from her useless fingers and he backhanded her, sent her flying to the floor. She landed at the feet of the woman who'd brought her here. She grabbed the front of Vanya's skimpy black dress and yanked her up, but whatever she might have said was cut short by a harsh gasp.
As one, the two women turned their heads, watched as a long, brawny arm came out of the thick, seemingly impenetrable darkness—why was it so dark? A scarred hand grabbed the neck of the demon who had broken Vanya's wrist. He screamed, but the scream ended abruptly in a wet, nasty gurgle.
His head, sans body, rolled across the floor, like a macabre bowling ball, coming to a stop a few feet away from Vanya and the woman.
The woman shrieked and threw Vanya to the floor, staring off into the darkness.
"Who is there?"
Vanya, through the pain, started to laugh.
"You…" the demon looked at her. A furious hiss escaped her and she lunged for Vanya, gripping the bodice of her dress. "Who is there? What have you done, you little cunt?"
Vanya just laughed harder. If there was something hysterical to her laughter, it couldn't be helped.
The woman's eyes narrowed and she reached down, touched the silver chain Vanya wore. Something that might have been feared entered her eyes. "You're not…"
Then she grabbed the chain, spilling the silver cross out. And she heaved out a sigh of relief.
"No. You're not what I thought you were."
Abruptly, Vanya stopped laughing. Behind the demon, another two of her men disappeared. Damn, she was losing them left and right and the bitch was standing here worrying about Vanya? Vanya wasn't the damn problem.
Then he was there—bigger than life, his hair the palest blond, his face…damn, that face, it was too beautiful, too perfect to be real, and over one muscled shoulder, he had an axe. Blood dripped from the gleaming silver blade.
March 4, 2011
The Friday 56… a contesty one…
"It's empty. You should tell me the name anyway, after making me drink all that sewage."
I really love this series. I read the latest last week. And since I like making sure others are addicted to the same books I love, I want to give away a book today. (I'm doing another one next week…next week is Ilona Andrews).
Today, I'm giving away a copy of the first book in this series… Halfway to the Grave, unsigned. All you have to do to win it is participate in the Friday 56.
About the Friday 56
Grab the book nearest you. Right now
Turn to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog. *please note… this isn't a contest.*
Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST
Rules for the contest
open across the globe
one entry per household.
do not post to twitter sweeps/sweepstakes sites, etc-if this happens I reserve the right to end the contest (and likely WILL)
odds of winning depend on number of entries
void where prohibited
winner to be posted to blog and you must email me to claim the prize. you'll have two weeks. if I don't hear from you, the prize is forfeited.
for the rest of the yadda, yadda yadda…read my disclaimer-FYI, ENTERING my contests means you've READ and agree to my rules.
March 3, 2011
Tempt Me up on the #Nook
For some reason, it didn't get listed right namewise, but I've fixed that… it's not written by Walker but Shiloh Walker. The changes just take a while to show.
But it's up there.
Tempt me…
She's a temptation he can't resist…
Roxanne 'Rocki' Monroe's life is full of secrets and hidden heartaches. Cole Stanton would love to heal her pain and chase away the ghosts of her past, but she's just a complication he doesn't have room for in his life.
Or so he thinks.
It doesn't take Cole long to realize he's more than willing to let temptation get the best of him, more than happy to deal with complications if that's what it takes to get her.
What he has and what he needs are two different things…and what he needs is Rocki.
Win a Kobo
Between now and June, when Hunter's Fall releases, I'm running a contest… you can enter to a Kobo wireless reader.
FYI, please note…I've limited this contest to US readers only. I mentioned this a month or so ago, that I'd have to limit some contests. There are several reasons, but one of the deciding factors with large contests is this…I don't know the laws of giving things away in your country. I just don't. But if I give away a prize to a reader and it's something like a Kobo that's basically useless…well, there are problems here. Again, I still don't know the laws for giveaways in your country and if I break those laws…um, well, I'm screwed. The void where prohibited bit may not cover me and I'm not taking the chance.
I do know the Kobo works in several places outside the US. But again…I still don't know the laws. Since I can't fairly track down the laws for one without doing it for others…not going there. I will do more giveaways closer to or around the time Hunter's Fall comes out and they'll be open across the globe. But from here on out, prizes like ebook readers, will be US only.
March 2, 2011
Awesome book
I loved it. it's due out later this month.
They are here. They ride. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
His name is Ares, and the fate of mankind rests on his powerful shoulders. If he falls to the forces of evil, the world falls too. As one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, he is far stronger than any mortal, but even he cannot fight his destiny forever. Not when his own brother plots against him.
Yet there is one last hope. Gifted in a way other humans can't-or won't-understand, Cara Thornhart is the key to both this Horseman's safety and his doom. But involving Cara will prove treacherous, even beyond the maddening, dangerous desire that seizes them the moment they meet. For staving off eternal darkness could have a staggering cost: Cara's life.
Excerpt up at Larissa's site. Due out 3/29/2011
