Morning Peeps....Happy Thursday!
First off this am I am telling you about $100. gift card giveaway going on at http://bookblastpromotions.blogspot.in/2012/05/ferryman-flame-book-blast-june-12th-to.html...copy and paste to win your $100. gift card. We readers could go through that in a big time hurry! They're reviewing these Flame of books by Rhiannon Paille. They sound so good to me.Stop and visit if you can!
Secondly, I Won!!! Received notice through word press post that I have won! Blymey, now you will know I'm not all here...I can't remember the contest and what it was for. But I will let you know when I do..LOL. Anyway, the delightful giver of this prize is Siobhan Kinkade at Beautiful Mistakes athttp://siobhankinkade.wordpress.com....thank you so much Siobhan! And may I say what a lovely name you have, Siobhan. :)
Third I received notice on 061212 again through wordpress via Kristi Cendeno:
On
June 11, Celia Robert of http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com/
tagged me for The Lucky 7 Meme. Thank you, Celia. :)
Here
are the rules:
Lucky
7 Meme Rules:
1.
Go to page 77 of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7. 3. Copy the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them as they're written. No cheating! 4. Tag 7 other writers to pass this meme on to.
I chose
my current MS called Enchanter, A Young Adult Paranormal Romance Novel, which is
current halfway done.
Excerpt:
Please
don’t tell me this place is haunted. Ghosts? No that couldn’t be the answer to
this but what then? This had to be the work of some sick bastard.
What
caused my fear to boil over was the fact that there were no objects around large
enough to hide a person so where could my assailant be? There was no possible
way my attacker was hiding in the shadows because even though it was dark, every
time a car drove by its headlights would’ve provided enough light for me to see
if there was anyone standing within a few feet of me. But I still couldn’t see
anyone.
Writers
I'm tagging:
|
pg 77 line 7
every blow is suffered. A poor torn heart, a tattered heart.
"Poppycock," Julia said.
The thing was, John and Angela Costello, the purported parents of
little Sharon,soon to be transformed into Hope Winfield, had
never become dust. Never been totaled in a car crash, never walked
the dark streets of Donny. They hadn't died, because they had never
lived.
Don't you love the word poppycock? I sure do!!!!
This offer is closed as of 061812...The book quoted is Kate Atkinson's Started early took my Dog.
Now for seven writers:
Carlos King/http://carlosjking.blogspot.com,
Joe McCoubrey/http://joemccoubrey.com/
Rachel Hauck/ http://www.southernbelleview.blogspot.com/
Max Tomlinson/http://maxtomlinson.wordpress.com/
CR Hiatt/http:/http://mcswainandbeck.com/
Deidre Havrelock/http://www.theagentchallenge.blogspot.com
Kate Evangelista/ http://kateevangelistarandr.blogspot.com/
Good luck Peeps! And have a wunderbar Thursday!
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