Crescent City Giveaway!

It's that time again, I am giving away a weekend read! It's one of my few international giveaways a year and runs through the end of the month. I have been patiently waiting for this book for some time, how about you?

If you to read more about the book, or want to get your hands on it right now click here to see it on Amazon.

15 Books Now, 22 Books Later

Suprise! If you pre-order Cursed Lands on Nook, iBooks, or Kobo--we will send you 15 free books including a couple from yours truly! A few of them are shown here, click here for details.

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Rite to Reign Scavenger Hunt with Author Angela Kulig

Author Angela Kulig here, welcome to day #5 of the Rite to Reign Scavenger Hunt! I have a killer prize waiting for my R2R-ers, but first a little about me. 

I write books.

These books, as well as others. 

Now that's out of the way, on the important bits! 

You can an AWESOME Hocus Pocus Prize Pack, including, the All-New Sequel, amazing pumpkin bread scented Hocus Pocus Candle, and $5 Amazon Gift Card; brought to you by the fabulous authors of Rite to Reign and me, Author Angela Kulig.

Enter below, and make sure you check out the impressive other prizes using this map.

Here's a quick link to Day #6 of the giveaway (Saturday 10/6)
And the MAP of the rest of the locations. 

Pre-Order your copy of Rite to Reign today!

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Pre-Order 23 1/2 Hours to Live & Get the Swag of Your Dreams

I was totally going post that you can now pre-order my next-next book (because there may actually be one before that) book, and that you should totally do it right now.


But you know what? That's not good enough. We can make this way more fun. This book is MADE of Awesome, so now everyone in the United States that pre-orders an ebook copy of 23 1/2 Hours by next saturday at 11:59 their timezone will get there very own 23 1/2 Hours pin, seen here------------------------->

Yes, everyone from the US that pre-orders a copy by 11:59 PM their time zone 4/30 gets one!

Also everyone that orders one is entered to win a fancy new Kindle Fire in a fun new color:


AND they are entered to win a copy of the paperback version of the book before you can buy it.

After you pre-order your copy, please click here to enter your information.

Somethings to keep in  mind. This book is a new adult romance, and is not suited for kids. The actual release date is May 17th.





Here's (some of)the blurb:




Coming soon from bestselling author Angela Kulig, a new adult romance about crazy people… who are maybe in love. 

Forced out of college Freshman year and into a dead end job, Kaylee doesn't become angry and bitter; instead she does her best to not even exist. 

Here's a quick list of what Kaylee Hall expects from life: 

1. Nothing 
2. Nothing else 

She doesn't date. 
She doesn't make friends. 
She doesn't feel anything. 

So when the guy who ruined Kaylee's life in every way shows up and tries to casually rewrite her life story, she consults her list and doesn't know what to think. 

Click here to see the complete details, or to preorder your copy now!

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More Awesome Prizes Than You Can Shake a Book At!

I know you guys like to win things, here is the second giveaway up for the month of October!

AND.... it's a wild one! The giveaway is over on I Love Vampire Novels; which yes does more paranormal besides blood drinkers.

You could win all this awesomeness AND MORE! Plus, everyone who enters will get their very own FREE copy of The Skeleton Song when the giveaway is over.

Is this an awesome giveaway or WHAT? Leave some love, then go enter and tell your friends!

Better than Easter, Better than Christmas: HALLOWEEN

It's October, that can only mean one thing...and it's not pumpkin shaped peanut butter cups or lattes. 

There is so much to look forward to this October:

• A  Giveaway 3 Giveaways... well counting this one it's 4!
• A book launch
• A cover reveal
• Halloween Reads 2015
• An awesome SALE
• An easy way to score one of my books for free
• AND MORE~

But what are you looking forward to? Ghost? Costumes? Candy? Well you'll want all three this month if you want to win! 

Leave what Halloween tricks or treats you are most excited about in the comments for you chance to win a:

$5 Amazon gift card! 

Winner will be chosen randomly. Entries must be in by 10/4 11:59PM Central Standard Time

The Most Amazing Sale of the Year Starts in 2 Days!

Put a big red circle on your planner, you aren't going to want to miss this!

More than 100 e-books .99 or LESS. More than 60 authors. AND AWESOME PRIZES. This is the biggest sale yet!

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Whatever Happened to the #1 Pencil? GIVEAWAY

Most people have gotten their prizes in the last giveaway already! So, I figured we'd have another fun one just because! As you guys know, I write all my first drafts by hand. I can often be found talking about pens and posting pen shots online. I have my favorites, my methods, and my obsessions with pens BUT did you know I also use pencils? Usually the old fashioned wooden kind. Why? Because changing up what I write with helps me be able to write longer by hand with out cramps and having to stop. I have triangle pens, short pens, skinny pens, but the weight of pencils is just different and I LOVE THAT,

So in this giveaway I am giving away some very special pencils, and even some matching notebooks. To my knowledge, there are only a dozen of these pencils in existence. I had them custom laser engraved. There are 2 sets of a notebook and 2 pencils, and 3 pencils to be won!

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25,000 Twitter Giveaway is OVER, did you win?

The giveaway has ended, and all the winners have been sent emails. If your name matches a name on my list and you did not get an email, check your spam folder. Some of the names are common or abbreviated, all winners will have an email with instructions. If I don't hear back in a couple of days I will re-send and then start a witch hunt!

If there is a check mark by the name it means I have already gotten your info. This list was last updated at roughly 12:00 AM Central time, so if you emailed me after that it has not been updated. I have scheduled the post to go live at 6:00 AM Central and will update it again after breakfast.

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List updated at 8AM Central Time 9/29 (highlighting means I am missing your info)

Grand Prize Winner (Kindle, Case, etc):

Johnathon B. ✓

These people each one a Syringe Pen Pack:

Nicole B ✓

Anna W ✓

Ali✓

PM Hernandez✓

Mikel D ✓

Heidi B ✓

These people each one a I'M NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK wristband:

Jessica L ✓

TR Carrell ✓

Barbara S ✓

Sheena N ✓

Hanna T

Amy M ✓

Danielle P

Shannon L ✓

Patty B ✓

Samantha W✓

Twitter Themed Weekend Giveaway!

I have been running some strange giveaways as of late... and it's not getting any less weird here on Angela Kulig DOT COM.

SHAKESPEARE NEVER TWEETED A SONNET

This weekend, as a but of a prequel to my upcoming 25,000 EPIC TWITTER FOLLOWER giveaway, I am going to have a couple of people win some awesome TWITTER THEMED notebooks.

Shakespeare never tweeted a sonnet, but he never wore deoderent either. Invention is good. Embrace the Twitterverse for your chance to win!


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Super Secret Late Night EXCERPT of 23 1/2 Hours to Live (A NA Romance)

23 1/2 Hours to Live is a New Adult Romance coming very very soon. Click the cover to add it to your Goodreads TBR list! (No, it's not coming out in December... I SWEAR!) It's currently away being edited, so this bit could contain typos, and mundane writer drama like that. Not that the book isn't absolutely filled with a completely different kind of writer drama!

“Tomorrow, I’ll be dead and… would you kiss me?”

Nine words kept bouncing around inside my head, trying to find a way out. Meanwhile, I was one graffiti-covered door away from the hottest guy I had ever even considered dating—a guy who may or may not be dying, like tomorrow.

I had left town with a stranger without telling a soul, but that didn't worry me. I didn't mind that this total barf-worthy bathroom hadn’t been cleaned since like, ever. No, the biggest deal in my whole tragic life was that all my underwear was as all as ugly and dull as I was. I had one thong to my name, and it was soaking wet, for the worst reason possible: an argument in a Denny’s parking lot plus a November rainstorm.

You know, it’s kind of a long story. Maybe I should start over.

If someone wrote a book about my life, no one would ever publish it... let alone read it. Up until two hours ago, critics would have been stumped, trying to describe my trifling existence with sharp words and poor ratings. ‘Twenty-something college dropout works in bookstore. Dreams of being an author, but thanks to a sudden dash of real life is too afraid to try. Likes dogs. Two stars.’

And up until five hours ago I knew exactly where you could find me tomorrow: at Price’s Used Books on 32nd Street. Sounds like a great address, but it's in a ratty strip mall hidden behind a Walgreen's, sandwiched between a long-closed video rental joint and a new neon-encrusted vape shop. I would have been at Price's tomorrow, just like last night and most nights of the last two years. I was content, mostly, encased in a sarcophagus of books. The walls were yellowed, the pages were yellowed, the carpet was yellowed, the thermostat was stuck on Broil, and my beat-up old blue Ford was the only car in the parking lot. The heater had kicked on again, threatening to turn the whole damn place to cinder. I had already stripped down to a black cami, and my bare legs had begun to grow slick with sweat under a very modest pencil skirt. My dirty blonde hair looked more of dirt than of blonde twisted in a messy knot, loose tendrils sticking tight to the back of my neck like thick scars.

I am sure I looked like a ghost of an edgy librarian as I wandered the aisles of the store. All I needed was a fog machine and some kids to scare as I glanced through rows and rows of books.

You would be surprised at how hard it can be, to find something to read in a bookstore. I was just about to leaf through my favorite Abbbi Glines novel when the bell of the door gave its usual half-ass clink, but in the unoccupied space it was a sudden and terrible as a clap of thunder.

Dropping the book by my bare feet, I became conscious of how I was dressed. Though, I was sure at the time it was just a regular. The men who came in looking for Michael Crighton and other old military-themed paperbacks would likely ogle my boobs and make a half-dozen crass jokes—though honestly they always ogled and made sexist comments—and probably would continue to do so even if I decided to wear sweats every day. Trust me, I’d thought about it, but I didn’t want to sweat to death.

Or kindly Miss Fuller, who pretended to only be interested in wholesome Christian Fiction and owned more Regency Romance than Harlequin. She would probably just tell my mother about how I dressed for work. Or worse, blurt it out at in the hallways in church. Not that I had bothered to attend in a few, four years.

And if it was my boss Mike—

It was none of those people.

It was no one I had ever seen at all.

It was a boy—a man really, with dark shredded blue jeans. They did not have holes, but the jeans had large patches where it looked as though they had been carelessly dragged across dirty cement. Perhaps from the back of a loud black motorcycle.

I hated to typecast the characters of the bookstore, but this guy was nothing like the people who came here. He wore a red, long sleeve T-shirt, which was thankfully devoid of any road rash. It did, however, stick to his shoulders and flat stomach like it was wet. Like he had been out for a stroll in the November yuck, instead of coming into a bookstore to bother me.

Beautiful boys were hard work, and outside of fiction they were usually assholes. Still, I had to dig deep to be able to despise him, so I worked my face into the best frown I could manage just to eclipse the look of shock I was sure had just been set on my lips. I had just got my arms across my chest, goosebumps prickling my unclothed arms, before he noticed me and smiled.

“Hey,” he said, like we were the best freaking friends. “Nice rack.”

I would like to think my mouth did not hang open like an idiot, but I am in denial about a lot of things in my life.

“No, seriously,” he told me, but I don’t believe him. “Shakespear, Sendak, Bradbury, Hemingway. Some of my favorite dudes and all on the same display. It’s awesome. None of those books even match!”

None of them matched. I had said that exact same thing to Phil—the guy who owned the bookstore, and I hadn’t been talking about the array of different volumes and covers. But Phil just looked at me with his usual tired indifference and said, “They’re all dead.” I repeated Phil's words now.

“Come again?” Redshirt arched a perfect eyebrow, and I really wanted to ask him not to do that. Only I knew it was better not to prove I was insane.

I could hear the voice of my father, warning me it was better to look like a fool than to open my mouth and remove all doubt.

But I knew I was going to remove all doubt anyway.

“The authors who wrote them,” my voice sounded smooth—which was good because I felt just as goosebumpy on the inside as I was on the out. “The authors who wrote them, they’re all dead.”

The heater stuttered to a halt, but my traitorous heart refused to do the same. The damage had been done, I had long ago passed the threshold of glistening and had leaped over to the side of sweating like a pig.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but his voice had taken on an off far away sound. It was hot, but I really wanted him to leave so I could write books about him. Books where he wasn’t an asshole. Books that I would hide under my bed for the next… oh, seventy or so years. You know, until I died and couldn’t be embarrassed anymore.

“Yeah,” I snapped, “sure.”

Sure, I was about to think of a whole damn series of books about the hot, sensitive guy, who was into ridiculously sexy librarians. I mean…I have to keep up with the theme I had built up. If I wrote about my own mundane self, no one would give a crap.

“Really?” He scoffed, and he slung his arms across his red chest, mocking me.

MOCKING ME.

By the time I dropped my arms to my side, I didn’t have to work so hard at hating him.

“So I assume you’ve seen the bodies? Because writers, sweetheart, writers are villains. I don’t know about you, but I never ever believe a villain is dead until I see the body.” He dropped his arms, too, and there was a smile behind his brown eyes.

“Oh, we are not—” I stopped and corrected myself. “Writers aren’t villains.”

“What’s your name?” he asked, but I just chewed my cheek and admired his leather shoes. I didn’t really want to be on a first-name basis with some moron who thought writers were the bad guys. As usual, what I wanted, and what happened were two starkly different things. In this case because—

“Kaylee!” He shouted, “Sorry, almost couldn't read your name tag, what, with all the stars and… stuff…”

He stopped at stuff.

I had clipped the stupid tag all awkward on one thin spaghetti strap. I had also covered most of it in blue and silver star stickers, but he didn’t need to know why.

“John Greene fan?” he asked, and his stupid eyebrow went at it again!

Also, yes. I am a huge John Greene fan, but that wasn’t it.

“Anyway, like I was saying. Authors are the absolutely worst sort of villains.” He says it like it’s a dare, and like he dares people to do dumb things all the time.

“That is such a stupid thing to say,” I told him. Straight out.

I wished I could just walk away. I, Kaylee Hall, am a firm advocate for the traditional flight response to confrontation. Sadly, I worked here and couldn’t just leave. It didn’t mean I couldn’t daydream of tossing him right out of the door.

“How so?” he asked, and I think right away it couldn’t be that hard. He couldn’t possibly weigh that much… and then I realized he couldn’t really be responding to the soap opera in my head. Writers are villains, that was probably his whole argument. He probably wasn’t going to explain anything.

I started to form a rebuttal in my head, but I knew it was useless. It was just like the high school debate team. There was no beating the jerks whose daddies were State Senators. It didn’t matter what I said, because dudes like him won at life. I worked part-time in a thrift store for books. I hadn’t won at high school, and I definitely hadn’t won at college.

You know what, I really shouldn’t go there.

“Writers are villians. Presidents?” he says, positioning himself so he can lean against the second-hand rag mags, “People of power? They may push buttons and launch bombs, but not without the might of the people behind them. Not without armies. Not without ammunition and guns. But writers? They wave pens and ruin lives. They break hearts with punctuation marks. They could be merciful. Saint-like. But they aren’t.”

My heart stopped right there next to the display of dead guys. Apparently it wasn’t good enough my life was dull, it had to be wrong too. Was this guy for real?

“Who are you?” I asked him.

I couldn’t believe my mind had shocked my remaining organs back into working order.

Did I dream you into existence?

“I’m Jackson Bennett. Mind if I ask you a question Kaylee?"

The good news is, I managed to nod without falling to pieces. No need to tell him after his last speech he could ask me almost anything because my brain was total mush. Anything but where we kept the manga, or porn, because that was the only thing the young hot guys did ask for.

“Great, but don’t answer until you consider all the facts first,” he said.

“Okay.” If I sounded skeptical, it was because I was skeptical.

“Tomorrow, I’ll be dead and… would you kiss me?”

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