Fate’s Endeavor is fate’s design… Fate’s design wants you to WIN!
You know guys,
I know how it is. Everyone is doing the same stuff. People are all trying to run the race to get their book noticed and read. Trust me… I know. While I’m not typically the type to run with the crowd, in this particular situation I deem it necessary.
So, I’m hosting a giveaway.
So let’s sprint, shall we?
I can sit here and be very vague about why you should enter to win a copy of my story. I can go with the norm and say, “You really want to read my book. It’s the bestest, most awesome, most cool book you’ve ever read. Please read it!” But I rather let my book do the talking for itself.
Here is a small excerpt of If Death Should Love Me, now available on Amazon.com.
It was roughly four A.M.
There she sat on the park bench, looking around at the street and then at her shopping cart as if she were trying to protect it from being stolen. She failed to notice that she was gone. Apparently fallen asleep: the cold made her drift into such a deep sleep that she would never wake up from it. Hypothermia.
Her shabby coat torn in almost every corner and her ripped hat flopped to one side and mildly fluttered in the wind. Her dirty scarf flew by the edges whenever a brisk gust blew. One foot contained a sock and slipper and the other only a shoe. Her hair was tangled and knotted and she seemed none the wiser. Dirt covered her face and hands, grit wedged in her finger nails. Alone, homeless and loveless.
“Follow me.” I instructed softly.
“Follow you? For what? Why should I follow you?” She asked, with a hint of humor in her voice. I rallied within myself if I should reveal to her that she had passed. Deciding that it was suitable to do so, I proceeded. “Ma’am, you are dead. Now please, follow me.”
“Dead!? What? Are you crazy or something?” Her semi-toothless smile turned into a frown when she snapped a glance back. She noticed her body sitting, head lowered on the bench.
She walked in front of it and waved a hand in front of her own face. She looked confused, disoriented. “But- I was just- I-I fell asleep.” Sadness filled her voice.
“Come with me and I will take you somewhere where you will never suffer again.” The thought put a smile on her face, then another frown.
She said. “My stuff.” Half comment, half question.
“Where you are going you won’t need it.” I replied, offering solace. She smiled a large toothless grin and went into the light.
As I watched her enter the light I thought of Sophia when she said, The bad leads to the good and vice versa. Like they are one in the same. All meant to teach us something. Maybe she was right.
If Death Should Love Me, Fate’s Endeavor Series, Book One
Copyright October 2014
C. Desert Rose & AAPH
Here are what some people are saying about If Death Should Love Me:
“Can a love story come from death to the living or from the living to death? You’ll have to find out.
With a background in horror, I really felt the flow of the darkness in the story and it being a constant companion with the living. The characters were delivered well, from the backstory to the family members, and I really grew attached to Sophia and The Soul Collector. And in a love story, their is usually jealousy and conflict, with both driving this story to the ending and setting the pace for the next book in this series. I won’t give away more than that.
As a paranormal romance series, I would recommend this one.” ~A. Lopez Jr, Goodreads.
“I received this as an arc, But I must say this book is WONDERFUL!!!!! I love it! I am currently reading it a 2nd time. You will not regret reading this book.” ~Brandie Dodson, Goodreads.
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So, how can you enter to win? Easy peasy!
To enter to win a Signed Paperback copy visit:
Goodreads
And to enter to win an eBook copy just visit my Facebook page and enter the Giveaway. Here is the link:
Raffle
Hope to see you there. And don’t forget to share! :D
Toodles.
