Monday, March 3, 2014

Oh, HI! Are these your prizes?


I recently had a killer mail day. I shipped all these things, plus 2 extra flat rate boxes, 2 extra small tubes, and a Flat Rate Envelope that went to the UK! If you noticed, my last rafflecopter is missing winners--but that was just because RC was giving me fits! All the winners were contacted, and I am only missing info for one--so check your spam folder! Oh, also another stack of envelopes with bookmarks--that was missing too. PLUS all those digital copies of things ;)



Of course, now that I am done with all my giveaways I totally need to have another right?

What sort of things would you like to win? Leave a comment with what you'd like to score from me, and I will pick one of them to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card! Comment by Thursday 3/6/14 for your chance!

Monday, February 24, 2014

Dudes! *Cover Reveal* for @authortiffany's CONTRADICTIONS

When Author Tiffany King asks if you'd like to help her with something, the answer should always be yes. Yes, because if there was ever a less selfish, more giving, and caring person--they are probably nuns, or teachers, but definitely not writers. Writers live in their own worlds so often, it's hard not to become the least, tiny, microscopic, bit self-absorbed; but Tiffany King isn't like that. She's contrary, so when she wanted to do the cover reveal of her book Contradictions, I laughed at the irony and got on that band wagon real quick...



USA Today Bestselling Author of Misunderstandings
Tiffany King


Contradictions
A Novel


Coming December 2014
From The Berkley Publishing Group/Penguin Group (USA) LLC



When everything starts spinning out of control…


Three years into college, Tressa Oliver’s life is a nonstop party. She’s skating by in her classes, and there’s no shortage of drinking, dancing and general hell-raising. The only aspect that hasn’t been much fun: she can’t shake the toxic jerks that always seem to gravitate toward her.


It will take someone totally wrong…


Trent Lawson is the classic anti-bad boy: smart, boring, and way too serious. To a wild girl like Tressa, there’s no way in hell they’re compatible—especially since Trent seems to see straight through her defenses.


To set her right.


When a college prank goes terribly wrong, Tressa starts to suspect that her partying ways are leading nowhere fast. Now, she has to turn to the last person she ever thought she’d ask for help—and quickly discovers that there’s more to Trent than meets the eye…



Praise for the novels of Tiffany King


“A MUST-READ for New Adult contemporary romance fans.”
New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young


“Sweet and sexy! Great characters and an intriguing romance…So good!”
New York Times bestselling author Cora Carmack


USA Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong reading fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult and New Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions include: Her iphone and ipad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter, chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just ask.


Where to connect with Tiffany


 
 


So the cover is totally hot, are you ready?



Are you guys as totally excited as I am?





Thursday, February 13, 2014

COFFIN NAILS AND OTHER BEASTS is FREE for a very limited time!

Coffin Nails and Other Beasts is currently free on Amazon for a very, VERY limited time. I want you to get it, and I want you tell your friends. To help you do that, I have some easy share to win options below.




I am cleaning out my swag stash before I move cross country at the end of month! So much awesome can be yours!



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Monday, January 20, 2014

Limited Edition Paperback Winner


The random number generator has SPOKEN and the winner of the POMI limited edition book giveaway is Patricia L... she knows who she is ;)

Sad you didn't win? Me too!
Check back soon for some awesome swag giveaways.
And grab your copy of Pigments of My Imagination in ebook form for just .99!

Friday, January 17, 2014

Pigments of My Imagination is on SALE for a Limited Time.

EPIC.
 Click on the image to purchase for Kindle.                Also Available for .99 at Barnes & Noble and Kobo.

Want to win an autographed, limited edition Pigments of My Imagination? Read this post and leave love.

Monday, January 13, 2014

A Note on Pigments of My Imagination & A Giveaway

When I first set out to write Pigments of My Imagination, I told those close to me it was like: The DaVinci Code for Twilight fans who are into art. It wasn't like I set out to write a book like that--because it sounds kind of awesome--and it also sounds kind of insane. Which, if you know me, is sort how I operate. Alas, that was just how the book came to me. Contrary to what some people might believe, I don't roll around in the dirt all day thinking of how I can bend (DESTROY) their favorite genres.

I know that, in the past, I have called POMI a supernatural romance, a paranormal romance, and an urban fantasy--the thing is, even I have a hard time lumping it into any category. It's all of those things and none of them. I have no idea what genre to say it is. When I say it's para romance I hear there aren't enough monsters! Or that they thought this was a love story! (It is!) When I say it's a thriller (It is!) I get scoffed at because it's a story of highschoolers in love! I could call it literary--but then no one would read it ;)

If you haven't read POMI--go into it like you're reading a thriller--like you are trying to unravel some great mystery and you might have missed half the clues. I swear to you they are all there, but I didn't leave you a trail of bread crumbs. You might not realize some things are important, you might have to look off the path.

I know some people are confused about POMI and I want to make it easier for you, but I don't want to squash the mystery. The people who get it--they really get it, and they really enjoy it.

I think the best example of this is one of my favorite book bloggers. He had an ARC of POMI and he comes back and says--he'd give it 3.5 stars maybe. I was devastated. I cried! I stopped writing. Not because I got a bad review! I understand I write books that aren't for everyone, but I also write books in genres that many people read--bad reviews come with the territory. Only I thought he would understand the book and I came THIS CLOSE to dismantling the whole thing.

My editor talked me out of it. Only I was still unsure.

On the day the review was posted, it took me a minute to talk myself into going to read it. Imagine my surprise when it wasn't a 3.5 star review at all! But instead, the best five star review I have ever received. I am going to post some of it here now, but you should go check out the whole thing on his blog which is awesome. HERE.

Pigments of My Imagination (from now on abbreviated as PoMI) is a book that I needed time to fully process, which, if you know my normal reviewing style, is pretty strange. You see, PoMI is unlike any book you’ve ever read. No really, if you can find me a book that is legitimately similar I’ll give you a cookie or something, but mostly I’ll just be very surprised. It’s original, so much so that I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, until now.

This is an echoing theme in many reviews, POMI is original. While I am far from brilliant, sometimes spectacular bolts of lightening strike my head while I am in bed at night pretending to sleep. There is also something else here, he felt different after he put the book down. I like to think of it as seeds that have been planted, give them some time to grow. Even people who said they disliked the book for various reasons have come to me and said they found themselves thinking of POMI days after finishing it--I can't possibly think I have failed in some way if I hear things like that.

PoMI is a seamless blend of artistic expression, beautiful writing, and a bittersweet romance. It has elements that I’m still not sure if I would categorize as science-fiction or fantasy, maybe it is a bit of both melded together. The book is mystery and suspense, friendship and the deepest of true love, and maybe above all, discovery of one’s self.

Hey, that's what I said!

Pigments of My Imagination is such a fitting title because as I read it I felt like I was in an artist’s dream, a fantasy of what the world might be like if all of the art forms in your head could become reality....

I think it would be best if you went into it, pretending you are reading a book--in paintings. In my opinion, he totally just nailed what I feel about the book. Forget you have read any other books, ever. Forget you know how stories should go. If you are putting together a puzzle, stop looking for corner pieces; they are inconsequential and shaped like bleeding hearts.


Seriously, just go read it. If you are a book blogger or poor student and would like to read it in exchange for a review I can probably arrange that. For that matter--I will mail a limited edition paperback to one person who comments here before the end of 1.18.14 Pacific Time. Contest is open worldwide (or anywhere USPS can ship)

Get Pigments of My Imagination on Kindle, Nook, or Kobo.

Also available in Limited Edition Paperback. It's a huge book--the size of an art book.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Rita, a Prick, and a BOOM #FridayFlash

My Editor Larry Kollar has been on me for a while (years) to play along with #FridayFlash It's finally happened.



Rita, just Rita, likes to tell me about Jesus through lipstick covered teeth—and I let her because she buys me coffee and a cheese danish. Every Wednesday night, seven forty-five on the dot. Outside the Starbucks, that’s always open, even when it’s too cold and too hot. I listen as she puffs on the first of two, three, seven cigarettes.

I’m often late, but she never is. She’s always at the table, two large drinks and bags of pastries that aren’t killing us any faster than our other addictions right after Wednesday Worship. She’s never late because the pastor is never late.

The pastor is never late because he’s got a blond, or a poker habit that no one expects he’ll ever give up.

Except for maybe his wife.

It’s a conundrum she tells me—and always she manages to drag a dyed red tangle through her orange red lipstick then. I am sure both faux rouges, her hair and her blood stained lips, probably bare exciting names like Sunset Strip Beach, and Serial Killer, but all I can think is fake, fake, fake.

Like everything else in this town.

It’s a conundrum she tells me because Las Vegas is a place of few principles. One of them just happens to be, that God can’t possibly see us through so many blinking, blinding, tubes of neon light. You take away the one thing people know for absolute certain and all hell would break loose—if all hell hadn’t already broken loose.

I don’t have to agree with her, I just have to eat cheese danish like I haven’t in three days—and there is a real good chance I haven’t. Time doesn’t make sense here. You forget things but only because everyone wants to forget things. Rita, just Rita, as been in Las Vegas so long I don’t even think she remembers her own last name.

But maybe that was on purpose. I don’t remember my last name either. Everyone just calls me Pete—or four letter words I don’t need to repeat right now. Know what I mean?

I open my mouth—because if there is one thing I’m good at it’s that, and the coffee aftertaste threatens to escape. I open my mouth to tell Rita I’m not sure if God exists—but then I see an angel staring at us.

So, I know I’m not about to die. Don’t ask me how, I just do. But this angel’s presence means someone is about to go, and we’re the only ones on the patio.

At least Rita went to church today.

Rita, just Rita, digs her hot pink fingernails into my the bony part of my wrist—and I just know this is it. I know she’s seen the babe that’s lounging up against the wall—smirking at me—but she hasn’t, because she isn’t. Rita is looking somewhere else—down the sidewalk, and into the crosswalk. There’s a man in a smart looking suit taking wide strides against the signal. He’s looking back at Rita.

“That’s him,” she hisses.

And I wonder about the guy. His nothing special and middle aged. He does look like a bit of prick, but I still don’t know what Rita means by him.

“My husband,” she clutches her coffee tighter, but doesn’t look like she plans on getting up. “Pastor Williams.”

I’m still looking at Rita—and she’s mess, so I figure I’ll laugh about the irony of her last statement in private later. But I do smirk at the angel against the wall, and she smirks back.

Let’s hope the prick has life insurance.

He makes it as far as the hedges that distinguish the patio from the dirty streets of Vegas. Sweat sprouts from everyone of his oversized pores. There is a cliche smudge of lipstick on his collar, and it’s more Fremont Street Hooker than Rita’s shade, so I smile at him like an idiot.

Not that it matters because he’s about to drop dead.

I’m hoping it’s awful.

He doesn’t look at me as he starts stammering apologies, and I’m still smiling when I see her. She’s topless, and while that does take some of my attention, it’s not really that weird for The Strip. The blood slipping from her rib cage however, kind of is. Know what I mean?

The minute Rita sees her, her eyes grow to the size of stop lights—and she turns as red as one without pausing for the caution signal. She clamps her serial killer colored lips closed.


The hooker is digging in her purse of all things—and I hope it’s for clothes—then I hope it’s not her that’s about to croak and out pops the littlest gun I have ever seen. It could be a toy. The barrel is as long as a tube of lipstick, but it still goes BOOM, and the prick still drops in one bullet.


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