My dogs don’t want you to see this contest

Does that sound weird?

I think so.

But they seemed bound and determined to keep me from getting any decent pictures of my ARCS.

See?

It’s like puppy-geddeon.

I sit down, get the book out and puppies attack.

Either they are smelling the book, or smelling the camera, or nosing at my hands, because clearly, I’m on the floor and that means it’s time to play and/or pet them.

I just wanted to get a picture of the book.

But no.

So I decided maybe I should just try to work with it and take a picture of puppies and book…

And that didn’t go very well either.

Puppy was blurry or book was blurry or they’d start fighting.

Needless to say, it was an exercise in futility and I ended up not having the best picture for my contest.

The puppies kept wondering why I wasn’t petting them.

How dare I neglect them?

I never did get a great picture of the book.

But I really like that last one of my boy pup.

Staring so forlornly at me.

We’ll just go with it.

Now… about that contest thing!

I have a box of BUSTED ARCS.  I’m going to give one away here.

 Contest

Win an ARC of Busted

 

From the national bestselling author of Wrecked and Razed comes an emotionally charged story of undeniable passion and life-affirming love…

Like his brothers Zach and Zane, Trey Barnes thought he had found the love of his life. But fate had other plans. A widower who’s had to raise his five-year-old son on his own, Trey has not allowed himself to be with another woman. Until he meets Ressa Bliss at—of all places—a children’s library program. The beautiful librarian is wonderful with his son, Clay, but every time Trey even considers asking her out, he is tortured by guilt.

Fate is indeed fickle. When the two meet again at a conference, this time the attraction is too powerful to resist. But is their connection and passion strong enough to survive Trey’s deep inner torment?

Excerpt

Oh, honey…come to Mama.

Ressa Bliss would have been licking her chops if she had been anywhere remotely private.

Long, almost too lean, with a heavy growth of stubble and a mouth made for kissing, biting…other things…

He wore a dark pair of glasses that hid too much of his face and she wanted to reach up, pull them off.

Because she wanted to too much, she focused on the boy instead.

She shook his hand, much of what he’d just said running together in her head.  She’d caught his name, though.  “Well, hello, Clay. It’s lovely to meet you.”

He grinned at her, displaying a tooth that looked like it might fall out at any second—literally—she thought it might be hanging in there by luck alone.

Clayton caught the man’s hand in his and leaned against him.  “This is my daddy.”

She slid Mr. Beautiful a look.  “Hello, Clayton’s daddy.”

He gave her a one-sided smile.  “Hi.”  Then he crouched in front of his son.  “So.  Program lasts for fifty minutes.  I’ll be over in the grown-ups area if you need me.”

“That area is boring.”  Clayton wrinkled up his nose.

“Well, if I stay here, I’ll just play.”  A real grin covered his face now and Ressa felt her heart melt.  Since he was distracted, she shot a look at his hands—ring?  Did he have one?

Crap.  Some sort of gloves covered his hands from knuckle to well up over his wrists. No way to tell.

Clayton leaned in and wrapped his arms around his father’s neck.  “Love you.”

And her heart melted even more as he turned his face into his son’s neck.  “Love you, too, buddy.  Have fun.”

A man like that was most certainly not unattached.

But she still stole on last, quick glance as he walked away.

The back was every bit as fine as the front.

 How to Win!

Since my dogs were determined to run this contest, I’ll let them have a say in it…in a way.

To enter, just answer the question.  Are you a dog lover, cat lover, bird lover, snake lover, rodent lover, something else entirely…?  None of the above?

One random winner will get an ARC of BUSTED.

Winner’s name will be posted here at my blog.  Contest will be open for one week.

For the full list of rules, please visit the disclaimer page. Entering means you’ve read and agreed to the disclaimer and I suggest you read it, because otherwise you don’t know what you’re agreeing to…I might be requiring you to posting selfies of you clutching your prize while riding a purple unicorn.  (Okay, that’s not likely, but you do need to read it.)

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