Blind Date with a Book Giveaway
TO ENTER: Please read ALL the rules and follow instructions. This is not a random selection. We will choose a winner based on your answers. Contest runs April 1 to April 30.
RULES
1. You must be living in one of the 48 connected states to win. (sorry, Hawaii and Alaska, etc.) We can't afford the astronomical shipping costs. If you win and are not in one of the 48 states, another winner will be chosen.
2. Each month we will feature a participating author below if we can. Read their bio and the exciting excerpts taken straight from their books. You'll need to read them to answer the questions to enter the contest.
3. One entry per person per month. Limit: You can only win once. If you win, do not enter again.
4. Winner will be chosen by multiple authors. We will pick the best answer to the final question. There is no wrong answer to the last question. We want to hear your passion for reading.
5. PRIZE: a signed book from the author (Since this is Blind Date with a Book the author and title of book is a secret. You won't know until you get it.) This month's winner will NOT get a book from the featured author below. We want it to be a mystery.
6. No Purchase Necessary. You do NOT have to read the excerpts. You can go straight to the Google form and just guess the answers.
Remember to check back every month so you can enter again. You'll have a better chance of winning if you enter every month. Some people will get worn out or forget. Don't be like those people.
Disclaimer: If something happens to me (death, disaster, tragedy, etc), the contest will end. Also, if something happens to one of the other authors, you will get a substitute book as soon as I can find another author to take their spot. The author will send a book in good condition. We are not responsible for damage during shipping. If the book is really bad (torn cover, damaged pages, etc) let us know right away and send a pic of the book, and MAYBE the author will send you a new copy, but I can't guarantee it. An ebook may be substituted. If you live in another country or Alaska or Hawaii, another winner will be chosen.
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Wolf Book
I asked all participating authors to send bio, pic, and excerpts. Either they got too busy or sent it and it got lost. So this time I'm doing something different. I am currently working on a wolf book (werewolves), and I'd like some feedback. You do NOT have to read this if you aren't interested in werewolf books. This is how I started the book. Please answer a few questions on the Google entry form for me. Thank you!!
“Hey!” Cat protested when the Jaxon Harbor policeman tore her purse from her hands without warning. “You can’t look through my stuff without permission. We’re still in America, right?”
She was almost positive the small island off the coast of Maine wasn’t in another country even though she felt like she’d crossed a border somewhere into hostile territory. No one was allowed to disembark from the ferry without a thorough search of their belongings. Most of her fellow travelers were in cars, but there was a line forming behind her.
Cat wished for a time machine so she could go back two days and leave the knife at home. She stared at the officer rummaging through her purse. Any second he would find the switchblade. Then what?
He would probably arrest her, drag her to the nearest police station, and run a check on her fingerprints. Somehow, she needed to keep that from happening. At least she’d been smart enough to leave her ID behind. If she could talk her way out of this, he wouldn’t have to know she was a runaway.
It would suck to get caught mere miles from her grandmother’s home. Why did they have a security checkpoint on a little nothing island anyway? Were they expecting terrorists?
Being nervous always made her talk too much when she should keep her mouth shut. “You can’t go through my purse without a search warrant.”
She didn’t know if that was true, but it sounded good to her. She shifted from foot to foot in the numbing cold as cars rolled by. Lucky people. Most of them were waved through with ease, only a few getting searched, and those people at least got to sit in a warm car while waiting for the officers to finish going through their stuff.
She cleared her throat.
And immediately wished she hadn’t.
The officer’s head snapped up, and his eyes narrowed on her face. “Do you have any silver on you, Miss?”
“Silver?” She slowly shook her head. What an odd question. “No.”
He pulled the switchblade from her purse for closer inspection, and she nearly wet herself. Pinning her gaze to his badge—shiny as if polished first thing that morning and neatly secured to his chest—she prayed for the ground to open beneath her and swallow her whole.
He raised an eyebrow before dropping the knife back into her purse. “Business or pleasure?”
“W-what?” Her voice squeaked. Caught off guard by his apparent lack of interest in her blade, she took a moment to lick her dry lips. If she started to hyperventilate, he’d know she was guilty of something. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I’m asking why you’re visiting our lovely Jaxon Harbor, Miss. Do you have business or is it a pleasure trip? Sightseeing? Hiking?”
Relief flooded her system, and her bones turned to jelly. Feeling extra weak because she hadn’t eaten since leaving home, she forced herself to stand up straight. “I’m visiting my grandmother. She lives here.”
The officer smiled. “Good thing, Miss. Watch your step, and have a pleasant evening.”
She was almost positive the small island off the coast of Maine wasn’t in another country even though she felt like she’d crossed a border somewhere into hostile territory. No one was allowed to disembark from the ferry without a thorough search of their belongings. Most of her fellow travelers were in cars, but there was a line forming behind her.
Cat wished for a time machine so she could go back two days and leave the knife at home. She stared at the officer rummaging through her purse. Any second he would find the switchblade. Then what?
He would probably arrest her, drag her to the nearest police station, and run a check on her fingerprints. Somehow, she needed to keep that from happening. At least she’d been smart enough to leave her ID behind. If she could talk her way out of this, he wouldn’t have to know she was a runaway.
It would suck to get caught mere miles from her grandmother’s home. Why did they have a security checkpoint on a little nothing island anyway? Were they expecting terrorists?
Being nervous always made her talk too much when she should keep her mouth shut. “You can’t go through my purse without a search warrant.”
She didn’t know if that was true, but it sounded good to her. She shifted from foot to foot in the numbing cold as cars rolled by. Lucky people. Most of them were waved through with ease, only a few getting searched, and those people at least got to sit in a warm car while waiting for the officers to finish going through their stuff.
She cleared her throat.
And immediately wished she hadn’t.
The officer’s head snapped up, and his eyes narrowed on her face. “Do you have any silver on you, Miss?”
“Silver?” She slowly shook her head. What an odd question. “No.”
He pulled the switchblade from her purse for closer inspection, and she nearly wet herself. Pinning her gaze to his badge—shiny as if polished first thing that morning and neatly secured to his chest—she prayed for the ground to open beneath her and swallow her whole.
He raised an eyebrow before dropping the knife back into her purse. “Business or pleasure?”
“W-what?” Her voice squeaked. Caught off guard by his apparent lack of interest in her blade, she took a moment to lick her dry lips. If she started to hyperventilate, he’d know she was guilty of something. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I’m asking why you’re visiting our lovely Jaxon Harbor, Miss. Do you have business or is it a pleasure trip? Sightseeing? Hiking?”
Relief flooded her system, and her bones turned to jelly. Feeling extra weak because she hadn’t eaten since leaving home, she forced herself to stand up straight. “I’m visiting my grandmother. She lives here.”
The officer smiled. “Good thing, Miss. Watch your step, and have a pleasant evening.”