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Yes, the New Year is almost upon us and to celebrate I’m participating in the New Year Blog Hop Giveaway as run by I’m a Reader Not a Writer and Babs Book Bistro:
So … what goodness do I have for this hoptapular event, you ask?
I am giving away one copy of my about-to-be-released novella: Instinct (A Holloway Pack Prequel):
And … one copy of Into the Unknown, featuring my short story: Marked.
So … do what do YOU need to do to win?
Easy peasy: Simply leave me a comment below (with a contact email).
Off you go, go gooooooooo! And don’t forget to click the hop image above to the complete list of blogs hosting giveaways for more chances to win prizes.
Terms & Conditions:
This Blog Hop runs until midnight on January 3rd 2012 and the draw will take place after that date.
Winner will chosen using random.org
I will contact the winner via email provided, and the winner has 72 hours to accept the prize
Winner must also give permission for their email to be passed onto my publisher for delivery of their prize (J.Taylor Publishing will not contact you for any other purpose)
Prizes as stated—no [cash or other] alternatives will be offered
Well, now’s your chance.
I am mucho excited about this one. I recall writing it summer of last year, whilst the kiddiwinks were on their six-week holiday and yakking in both my ears and demanding my time. Yet, somehow, I still managed to wrap up this novella–possibly because it was demanding to be told.
This was such an appealing AND intriguing tale for me to write. Not only did it give me the chance to go back and explore Jem’s and Sean’s roots, but it allowed me to spend some time inside Sean’s head (not an altogether unpleasant place to be, let me tell you). Sure, this was one of the purely self-indulgent bits of writing an author might indulge in. I never imagined anyone else would enjoy it. But my publisher did–enough to want to publish it. And now it is due out in less than SIX WEEKS on January 1st and I canNOT wait.
For anyone who’s never heard me mention it before, here’s the blurb:
Werewolf Sean Holloway treats the village marketplace like a sexual buffet, though his charm does little to win over his latest entrée of choice. Whether because of Jem Stonehouse’s unique scent, her headstrong nonchalance, or the fact he is forbidden to see her by his pack’s rules, Sean wants her.
When Jem is nothing but flippant toward his advances, he pursues her with vigour, stealing moments alone with her without a libido-driven agenda.
The new and heady experience for him drives their relationship beyond romantic interest, and straight toward love.
That is, until Jem learns the truth about Sean’s heritage. Knowledge of the existence of werewolves leads to only one outcome: death.
In this prequel to Darkness & Light, we are taken back in time, to the very beginning of Jem and Sean’s love-across-the-centuries relationship.
Did it end there? Or did Sean defy his own pack to save the woman he loves?
Sound like your cup of tea?
Then why not read on for a sneak preview into the opening:
The marketplace had to be the best venue to pick up females. At the age of twenty, I would have been happy to visit every day, but James would not permit me. As Alpha, his commands were followed without question, so my visits were limited to once a week.
I had to admit, it worked out better that way.
My past catches never approached, never asked why I had not called to visit or if I would see them again.
From fruit to art, to lace, to the blacksmith’s stall, I walked. With each step, familiar smells drifted over me: Lorna Rushford, Helena Longbarrow, Matilda Thornberry. Each brought with her a memory.
Paintings of marketplaces often depicted them as cheery, colourful, and bustling with activity. The latter conception may have been correct; however, they leaned more toward grey and dreary, and the air often filled with yells of anger and bitterness as opposed to joyful greetings.
At least there were the scents: hams and boar’s heads, fruits, wines, the steam of cooking soups, and, my most favourite of all, the freshness of ripe women.
They noticed me as much as I did them. My refusal to conform to the current trends in attire ensured I stood out from the other males who bothered to arrive. Whereas the women’s glances would be appraising, perhaps even hopeful, the men’s glares offered nothing but scorn for my dark trousers tucked into knee high leather boots, and for the shirts I never bothered to secure with woven laces. Men had been hung for far less than inconsiderate fashion sense. Yet, I did not care. I was not like them and never pretended to be.
A whisper drifted across as I meandered through the crowd: “’Tis Mr Holloway, Eleanor.”
With a tilt of my head, I spotted the speaker leaning into her sister, who fluttered her lashes in a clear attempt to catch my attention.
Eleanor had turned out to be a worthy virgin. The scent of her blood drove me wild as I had plunged into her.
I smiled to myself as I turned away.
Farther along, pausing to sample the crisp apples, I caught Mrs Lawson’s scent. The older ladies may not have been as pure, but they could not be denied their eagerness to please. For that reason alone, they made for an entertaining afternoon.
My nose lifted to track her, and I found the woman beyond a table stacked high with fresh loaves, hidden behind her fan, which she waved with vigour. I recalled that her petticoat had held many layers, and the removal of them turned out to be almost as much fun as the act itself. I wondered how she explained the damage to her pompous husband.
A new aroma begged for notice, faltering my step as my nostrils flared. Strong, yet understated, alluring and seductive, the unsullied flavour carried the exceptional deliciousness of womanly musk.
Possessed by a need to find the source, I tilted my head and allowed my nose to lead.
Well … what did you think? Sound like something you’d like?
Then don’t forget to mark January 1st in your diary, and whilst you’re waiting for that to arrive, why not add it to your reading list over at Goodreads.
Cheers for stopping by.
Way back around Easter time -ish, I signed a contract for my novella, Instinct.
I’m mucho excited about this one, as this is a tale I wrote for totally selfish reasons because I had an urge to discover what made Sean Holloway tick.
So … this is a story that takes readers way back to the beginning.
In Instinct, the reader will get to understand how it all began between Jem and Sean of Darkness & Light.
And … today … I get to share the cover and blurb with the Internet world.
Let me just say, I LOVE it!
Each earlier mock cover that was sent for me to check out got a kind of ‘Ummm’ reaction from me.
Then this one came, and my response upgraded to ‘oooooh’.
I’m not going to tell you what sold it for me. If you study it well enough, you’ll figure it out for yourself.
So, I guess I’d better give you the chance to do exactly that then, eh?
LADIES & GENTS, I GIVE YOU INSTINCT: A HOLLOWAY PACK PREQUEL: