Evernight’s Valentine Snippets Blog Hop
Valentine’s day is almost here again and that means it’s been a year since my debut release (yay!). Yes, it’s been a whole year since the release of Most Eligible Bachelor and in honour of that (and the fact that my book takes place during the Valentine season), I’m happy to announce the Evernight’s Valentine Snippets blog hop.
This is a blog hop with a difference, so we’re doing things a little differently. There is no grand prize, but yes, there’s a prize! In order to win it, you have to:
Like the Evernight Facebook Page
Follow me on Facebook , Twitter or my blog (or all – teeheehee)
Read the following snippet from Most Eligible Bachelor and answer the question below.
PS. if you’ve already previously liked Evernight Publishing on FB and you’re following me on any of the above-mentioned platforms, just mention that in the comments and leave your answer to the question as well.
Hint: to get the answer right, you have to have read the book or be a very good guesser. The winner gets a $10 Amazon gift certificate.
SNIPPET
“I got your text messages.” She noticed how his expression began to brighten at her words, making it all the more pleasurable to see it turn to shock when she said, “Stop harassing me with your text messages.”
“Hold on a minute. What’s going on? I thought after this past week we—”
Chantelle didn’t let him finish. “There’s ‘me’ and there’s ‘you,’ but there’s no ‘we.’” She said it methodically, as if talking to a little child.
His frown deepened. “What the hell is going on?”
She had to hand it to him; he was a good actor. From his perplexed look, anyone could be fooled into thinking he was innocent. Maybe the Best Actor award should have been given to him.
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
“Just trying to talk to you.”
“Why, Lord? You’re here with Deconte—”
“And so bloody what? Why should that be a problem?”
If his previous attitude puzzled her, his last response topped it. She looked at him with disgust, unable to believe she’d even thought, at some point, that he had any redeeming qualities. She didn’t care where Ben was; she couldn’t stay here another minute. Again he grabbed her arm, turning her around.
“Would you stop doing that?” she said between clenched teeth.
“Would you give me a chance to talk?”
“You want to bury yourself? Fine. You have thirty seconds. Speak.”
For a moment he seemed thrown off, uncharacteristically out of his element. “I can’t believe this. Are you jealous?” he asked incredulously.
“Of course not. Why should I be?” She forced herself to shrug.
“You’re here with your girlfriend. It’s perfectly normal.”
Unbelievably, he chuckled. She was about to turn around again when he held her put by the shoulders, forcing her to stay, to look into his eyes, to hurt, because even now, stranded in his gaze, he could make her feel like no one mattered except her. But she knew better.
“I told you before, she’s not my girlfriend,” he said.
QUESTION: Who is Deconte?
Winner will be announced on 15th February, 2013 (day after Valentine’s)
Good luck!
For more chances to win, Click here for a full list of authors in this blog hop.
