Update: WINNER was flchen1!
I’ve sent an email contacting the lucky winner. Everyone else, thank you so much for visiting, reading and contributing your comments.
Who needs the Easter Bunny?
With all the prizes up for grabs, your Easter basket will be overflowing with goodies!
So here’s how the hop goes each of the participating authors is running a contest on their blog for the readers to enjoy! So make sure you stop by all the stops on the hop. I know you won’t be disappointed!
Contest starts April 6, 2012 and ends April 8, 2012 at midnight (Pacific).
I am giving away your choice of prize:
A $10 Amazon e-gift card
With the second option, there would be a slight delay in prize fulfillment. Sorry about that but it’s only a few days.
Winner will be selected on April 9th.
Here’s a little snippet from The P.U.R.E. to whet your appetite. In this scene, our heroine, Gayle, has gone to her co-worker Jon’s apartment to discuss what happened at work that day. They are not romantically involved (yet):
I rang (Jon’s) doorbell and waited. Voices inside trickled to my ears, but I attributed them to his television. I rang again. Footsteps moved toward the door. He cracked it open. The face in the narrow opening wasn’t Jon’s but his ex-fiancée, Thalia.
Should I leave? No. Act normal because we’re friends, and friends do visit each other for friendly reasons.
“Uh . . . is Jon home?” I asked.
Come on, Lindley. A little more self-confidence.
“He is, but he’s in the shower right now.” Her brow furrowed. She pointed and wagged a finger at me. “I met you a few weeks ago, didn’t I? What was your name again? Scarlett?”
Thalia stared down at me from somewhere around six feet, a lot
taller than my measly five feet two inches. I despised being short, and I especially hated having to crane my head back to make eye contact. At least her voice sounded whinier than I remembered.
Don’t back down or act surprised she’s here. So what if they got back together and were having makeup sex. So what. Not my business. No sirree. Play it cool, wrap it up, and get out.
“Yes, we met. I’m Gayle.” I tried to peer around her. “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to talk shop with Jon for a second. Are you guys getting ready to go out?”
Jon appeared within my line of sight, shirtless and wet-haired, jeans hanging low on his hips, and prevented Thalia from answering my question. He slowed as he approached the door.
I was taken aback by his partially undressed state. Before me stood someone I barely recognized. Someone with powerfully broad shoulders, and a taut, muscular stomach. Someone who obviously worked out. A lot. Bench presses, sit-ups and preacher curls, oh my! His chest displayed enough hair to label him a man, not a boy nor a gorilla. Who knew so much male yumminess lurked beneath his starched button-downs and conservative ties.
All you have to do to win is contribute to my pending Twitter flash mob arsenal. To be entered, please offer a comment about PUREs (previously undetected recruiting errors), by telling me a brief bit about a PURE you knew, a PURE you worked for or a time when you yourself were a PURE. Make sure you leave a way for me to contact you if you’ve won (either in the comment form or the comment text).
If you watch The Office, you’ll get my parenthetical analogies in the examples below.
Example: “I knew I worked for a PURE when he bragged about getting the best raise ever right after 5 people lost their jobs.” (The Michael Scott PURE)
Another example: “This PURE I worked with liked to read his book during his break in the lactation room!” (The Creed PURE)
Yet another example: “I knew I was a PURE when I was assigned coffee fetching duty every time there was an important meeting.” (The Pam PURE)
After you comment, please visit the other hop participants and have fun! Go HERE for an index and links to the other participants