So, I was walking around B&N today, and bought a copy of DEMON ANGEL so that I could use it in a contest a bit later this month, which will include an ARC of DEMON MOON (and I’m just mentioning all of this so that this post turns into promo and I can totally write off the cost of my stupidity on taxes, which I could probably do anyway, since I have to read to keep up to date in the genre and it’s called “research” and stuff) and I saw THE LEOPARD PRINCE and I was like, “oh, yeah, last time I was here they didn’t have any copies in!”
Only, the reality is that two times ago when I was there they didn’t have any copies in, but last time they did, and I snatched one up — but then my sister snatched it from me, and I didn’t get a chance to read it, so I didn’t remember that I had bought it** (although I did tuck the receipt away in my little folder, which is how I know that I really did.)
So, here’s the thing: leave a comment about one annoying thing that one of your family members has ever done to you, and you’ll be entered for a chance to win a free copy of THE LEOPARD PRINCE, which is brand new (except for the thirty pages that I managed to read while I was lunching alone at Red Robin, but I promise I got neither my salad nor my French onion soup on the book, nor does it smell like garlic/beef stock/onion/lettuce/Ranch dressing, which I shouldn’t have eaten, because Ranch dressing is really fatty, but I did and damn it was good).
Remember, even if you’ve already read it, you can give it to a friend … or even the family member who annoyed you, because they’re the reason you’ll have won it.
I’ll pick a name from someone in the comments on Sunday night, I would put the exact date but I don’t know it and I’m too lazy to click on the calendar on the right-lower-hand corner of my screen, at around midnight (because I’m sure I’ll be up.)
**Although, to be fair, it might also have something to do with my not going to sleep until 3:30 this morning, because I was stuffing ARCs and bookmarks into envelopes, then getting up around 6:20 because my husband mistook the time and shook me awake and said, “we’ve got to leave in 20 minutes!” when really, I had two hours and twenty minutes to go. The good thing is that all of my ARCs and bookmarks are out (I have a LONG receipt for that, too) and now I just get to write write write until 3:30 in the morning instead of getting paper cuts.