Do you want to win some fantastic holiday reading? If so come celebrate the Twelve days of Romance with 12 authors from Ellora's Cave, Wild Rose Press, Total-E-Bound and Cerridwen Press. Each day beginning December 8th and running through December 19th one of the twelve authors will tell what their "True love gave to them" on either their blog or website.
Collect all twelve answers and e-mail them to firstname.lastname@example.org with 12 days of Romance in the subject line to win some great books. There will be three lucky winners.
The prizes –1st prize--6 books
2nd prize--4 books
3rd prize--2 books
All books and prize winners will be drawn randomly.
Anny Cook Winter Hearts
Sandra Cox Boji Stones
Bronwyn Green Ronan’s Grail
Heather Hiestand Cards Never Lie
Barbara Huffert Deal of a Lifetime
Amarinda Jones Mad About Mirabelle
Kelly Kirch Time for Love
Cindy Spencer Pape Cowboy’s Christmas Bride
Brynn Paulin Fallen
Jacquéline Roth Access Denied
KZ Snow Mrs. Claws
Lacey Thorn Earth Moves
A Dog's Life?
Hello. My name is George and I'm filling in for my Alpha dog on the blog today. You see she is currently laying on the sofa with a wet cloth on her head. Don't worry. This is common after a trip to the vet. I think her headache starts sometime after we leave the exam room and when we get in the car. I think going to the check out counter causes it. Personally, that's my favorite part. The shots, and other horrible unmentionable things they do to us poor dogs, are over and I get a cookie for being a good boy. Then we get back in the car and go home.
Any minute now the Beta dog will get home and the usual vet day discussion about how there are too many dogs will start. I have to admit I agree on this. It would be much better if it were only me, the George dog, here. Much better if I didn't have to put up with Shiloh, the psychotic cocker spaniel -no, really, I've seen the Alpha give her her anxiety pills. Of course there's Gracie Sue. She's the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who is nice, but just not too bright. She likes to play flying squirrel off the back of the couch and guess who she usually lands on? Someone needs to tell the people who write the breed books about her. "Not for rough play" my docked tail! Now Wendell is okay. He's a mini-dachshund. Only problem is I have to share my house with him because I'm his "warm fuzzy to curl up with at night" according to the Alpha. Oh, the things I put up with to please my Alpha dog.
So while my Alpha moans about the high cost of vet bills (which by the way could be avoided if she just stopped taking us there to let them torture us) I thought I'd add my own note to her blog. This won't surprise her, Alpha says I'm a very smart dog. I even know how to cook. Okay, that was an accident. I didn't mean to turn the stove on when I jumped up to check out the interesting smell coming from the pan. How was I supposed to know bumping those knobby things would make fire and fire would burn up Alpha's favorite pan? And the incident with the roast? How was I to know they didn't mean for me to finish it off? They left it on the counter while they ate. I say anything left out is fair game.
Oooh, the Beta's home and I smell take out! Gotta go.