I got interviewed

Check out Lisabet's blog. http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2010/06/anna-bella-fickle-muse.html

Website

I merged my website with wordpress, and I also updated the theme. Please drop by, take a look and leave a comment.

I have a winner!

The tote contest has come to a close, and since I had only two participants I tossed a coin. 

Heads--Yadkny

Tails--Brandlwyne

It's heads!

Yadkny is the winner!

Since I already have your email addy, I'll shoot you an email right away. 

I have a winner!

On Karenna Colcroft's website I was interviewed and running a contest.

Book Ventures has won the tote with the winning guess #5 was the number.

Book Ventures please Email me with your snail mail addy and I will mail out your tote ASAP.

Thank you for playing.

Live Chat anyone?

I'm going to be live in a chat room tomorrow at 6:00 pacific time. Or 9:00 est. It's for new released authors, so it should be interesting.

I got interviewed

I got interviewed on Karenna's site. Please stop by and leave a comment.

All commenter's have a chance to win a tote with my book's cover, just guess a number between 1 and 25.

Contest three--the winner is . . .

I check my email to see if I had any late people. 

Nope. 

So I did my list.

Put the names in my hubby's semi Aussie hat.

Woke him up.

He was still in his PJ's so I didn't get a photo.

And the winner is . . . .

Carol L.

Carol, if you'd please Email me and send me your snail mail address I will send you, your mug and gift certificate first thing tomorrow.

Thank you all for playing.

P.S. I never sell or give away any of the winners addresses.

My winner are sacred to me.

Congrats on the win Carol.

Thursday's Thirteen: Windswept Shores contest

Here's this weeks Thursday's Thirteen and another excerpt from my book.

Read it carefully, there will be questions afterwards. 


Yeah, blame it on my hubby he wants the contest to be harder.

1. They waded out and began scraping off the black, shiny mussels that clung to the rock. The surf pulled and dragged at her legs, getting both of them thoroughly soaked.
“Isn’t that a beaut?” Seth showed Megan a fine clutch of mussels. “I got ‘em in one go.”
“Oh, that’s great! And they’re nice big ones, too.” She held out the basket, but slipped on a stone, stumbling against his side.

2. He dropped the shellfish into the basket she held. “Easy there, mate.”
“I mean the mussels,” she snapped.
“I meant the mussles, too.” He scraped at another batch. “Course, a man’s muscle is his most important body part.”
“O-oh, you’re just like every guy I know. Why is it always sex with men?”

3. “Do you know which muscle I was even talking about?” He smirked. “Most blokes are scum.” He glanced sidelong at her. “Most blokes just want to tell their mates how many birds they've shagged that week.” He dropped more mussels in her basket. “But I could be different, if you ever want to find out.”

4. “You do realize I’m a married woman?”
Seth yanked his gaze up to hers. “Megz, I realize you’re a spunky widow.”
“I’m not a widow. He’s alive,” she snapped, blinking back tears.

5. “You have a nightmare every night about his death.”
“I-I don’t know for sure.” Megan scraped vigorously at a new spot. “Jonathan might have made it. The plane could have . . . popped out—” Half the shiny black shells fell into the water, as she snatched at the rest. “From the other side of the wave,” she finished.

6. “Orright.” He shrugged.
Megan dropped her mussels into the basket. “I think we have enough. Let’s go in.”
“Ready when you are, mate.”

7. Roaring filled her ears as a large wave hit, for a moment all Megan could see was teal tinged water.
A hand grabbed her arm, keeping her rooted to the spot. “Megz?”
Megan coughed rubbing the saltwater sting from her eyes. “I’m fine,” she gasped.
“Let me have the mussels. The waves are picking up.” He dropped his scraper into her basket, then took it from her.

8. Another wave hit, but this time it lifted Megan off the rocks. Seth grabbed her around the waist. She clung to him.
“The sea means to take you back.”
“It can’t have me.” She looked around. “I think I lost my scraper.”
“Let it go, mate. You can make another.”

9. In the lull, when the wave washed back out to sea, Seth handed Megan back the basket. “Hang on a tick.” She clutched it to her chest. He abruptly picked her up and waded ashore.
Surprise made her eyes big as her cheeks heated. She glanced shyly up at him, then over his shoulders to the rocks the waves crested over. “The tide has come in. I usually keep watch for things like that.”

10. “I must be a distraction for ya.” Seth grinned, while he set her down on the sand.
“When are you not a distraction to anyone?” she asked with one hand against his muscular chest.
“My mum said I’m always one to hog all the attention to myself.”

11. “I think she’s right.” She took a step back so she could pat his arm. “Thank you for keeping me from being swept off to sea.”

12. “That’s what mates are for.” He took the basket, with a look inside it, he added, “Besides, you were carrying me brekky.” Seth smirked down at her. “I really like yer top. You should wear it more often.”

13. “Oh!” Megan gave a mortified glance at her clingy camisole, which looked like it was spray painted on. Her erect nipples were making credible attempts to poke holes in the thin material. She snatched her brown shirt off the bush, hurrying to slip it on. Dammit, I’m never wearing this again.
Seth chuckled while he hauled the mussels up to their camp.

Here's the prize for playing my little game; a mug with my book cover and on the other side is my slogan, plus you get to fill it was a $25 dollar gift certificate from Starbucks.

Okay, now here are the questions:
1. What were Seth and Megan doing?
2. What did Megan get confused about?
3. What almost swept Megan off to sea?
4. What did Seth do to save Megan?
5.What was wrong with Megan's shirt?

Everyone who answers correctly will be entered into the drawing which will be held this Sunday, June 20th.

Book trailer for Windswept Shores

My video is up on the front page of Coffee Time Romance:

 

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/

 

I hope you have a great day! 

Contest this Thursday

Please check back this Thursday and have a chance to win this mug,

and a gift certificate to Starbucks.

Windswept Shores is posted on xanga

Please drop by and post a comment on my friend's lovely xanga blog.

Special Drawing today

Making my list checking it twice.

My hubby very graciously volunteered to pick a winner from his Aussie hat.

His not Australian, he just has the hat (and want to go there one day).

"I'm not looking," he says pulling out a name.

And the winner is . . . .

Nicole Zoltack!

Nicole if you can contract me, I'll send you a free download of my new book Windswept Shores.

And remember everyone to keep checking back, I'm having contest all through the month of June.

Thursday's Thirteen: Windswept Shores Excerpt Contest

Thursday’s thirteen: Windswept Shores excerpts.
My hubby said I was making my contest too easy, so I'm sorry but this one will be a little harder.
(But not too hard. *wink* Just don't tell my hubby)
Read carefully afterwards there will be a test for the contest. The winner gets a free download of my book, yay. :)

1. If she had to spend one more day on this godforsaken island, she'd go stark raving mad. The thought spurred Megan into rolling a large log with one foot then the other, until it was near the bonfire. "God, this thing is heavy." With a grunt, she lifted one end until it teetered upright then gave it a shove. It landed in the fire, embers swirling in the air.
Breathing hard, she flicked a glance at the teal-colored sea. She'd thought a vacation to the Bahamas would be the perfect getaway, would be a solution to the problems she and Jonathan had faced. She'd been wrong—dead wrong. Tears of grief filled her eyes. The never-ending crash of the waves on the beach and the cries of the seagulls seemed to mock her with the reminder she was utterly alone.

2. She'd felt like a tiny speck of sand last night when a violent storm had swept across the island. It had made a mess of her meager campsite, which had taken all morning to fix, and had demolished her seaweed SOS sign. She'll have to recreate her SOS. Sighing, Megan trudged toward a pile of kelp. As she got closer, she saw a figure wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. Her stomach lurched.
Oh, God, it’s another body washed up from the plane wreck. That would be number twelve. As always, she couldn't help but wonder if the next one would be Jonathan. He hadn’t been wearing jeans on the plane, so she knew she’d been spared seeing his corpse this time. Thank God. She approached the body with dread. Tightening her resolve, she knelt. Suddenly the "dead body" coughed and rolled over. With a scream, Megan jumped back. She clutched her chest and pressed a shaking hand to her mouth.

3. He’s alive!
Biting her lip, she stared down at the still-breathing man. His drenched t-shirt molded against his broad shoulders and well developed upper body. Short, golden brown hair stuck out in all directions.
Megan, get control of yourself. Don’t wet your pants the first time you finally see a living person. She got on her knees, plucked the seaweed from him and wiped the sand from his face. His day-old whiskers scratched her palm. Reddened skin stretched across both cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. Her thumb caressed his parched full bottom lip.

4. She patted the side of his face. “Hey, are you okay?” That’s a dumb question. He isn’t okay.
“Hmm?” Gray eyes fluttered open. He stared at her a long moment, frowning slightly. “G’day.”
“Hello there.” She hated the sound of her voice. It sounded rusty, unused.

5. Abruptly he rolled away from her to heave onto the sand, making a loud, ugly retching noise.
 He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked at her. “Sorry, mate, I swallowed too much sea.” His gaze went over her shoulder in the direction of the bonfire which crackled and popped not far from them. “Mite big for a barbie.”

6. Sitting back on her heels with her hands folded in her lap, Megan followed his gaze, then back to him. “My signal fire.”

7. “Signal for what?”

8. “Help.”

9. His accent intrigued her. Was he English or Australian?

10. “G’darn,” he looked around, “where the bloody hell am I?”

11. “Don’t know. There’s no one here to ask.” Megan shrugged helplessly, but couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Are you from England?”

12. “Naw,” he rubbed his eyes, “I hail from Sidney, but my port of call these days is Fort Lauderdale.” He blinked up at her. “You?”

13. Ah, he’s an Aussie. “I’m Megan Lorry, from Anaheim, California,” she said, barely loud enough to be heard above the sounds of the surf and the roar from the fire. “Are you a survivor of Air Bahamas flight 227, too?”

Here's the questions:
1. Where are they?
2. Why did Megan gets scared when she first saw Seth?
3 .What was her fire for?
4. Where is Seth from?
5. Where is Megan from?

Answer the questions right I will add your name to drawing for to be held on Sunday, June 13th.
So check back on Sunday to see if your the winner.

The prize is a free download of my ebook, Windswept Shores.

Go ahead and post your answers in the comment section.

Our New Graduate

Here come the graduates of 2010

All seated.

It's a little blurry but my daughter is the fourth girl exiting the row.

I think she's the only one not blurry, lol.

And then my camera died. 

*sigh*

 I actually missed when she got her diploma because I was fooling with my camera.

Here it is.

My daughter's 2010 high school diploma.

She gave it to me to take home.

June Jubilee

Today is my June Jubilee day at Coffee Time Romance! June Jubilee is all about hobbies.

To celebrate I made a tutorial on how to make your own crafty promotional project.

Enjoy~

And the winner is . . .

The drawing for the contest to celebrate my book launch is today!

Checking over my list and writing out the names.

Twenty-four names went into my hubby's Aussie hat.

He isn't an Aussie, he just has the hat.

My nephew Bobby (hubby's side) came by for a visit, so I enlisted his aide.

And the winner is . . .

Jane!

Jane can you please get in touch with me, so I can get your prizes to you?

And also let me know if you want the OutBack Steakhouse $25 gift certificate,

 or the one for Pink Petal books?

Thursday's thirteen: Windswept Shores

Since Thursday is LAUNCH DAY for my book, Windswept Shores. I’ve decided that my Thursday’s Thirteen will be thirteen things about my book, with a chance to win a prize.

1. My story is set on a deserted island in the Bahamas
2. My heroine Megan’s plane crashes into the ocean.
3. She’s the only one who makes it to the raft.
4. Megan’s been on the island for two lonely weeks.
5. My hero Seth’s boat hits a reef.
6. He had to swim for shore with no life vest.
7. Megan finds Seth nearly drowned, washed up on the beach.
8. Together they struggle to survive.
9. Against the dangers of the island.
10. The unpredictable weather.
11. And the dangerous creatures that live there.
12. With meager survivor skill between them, will they survive?
13. And will they find love?

Since my hero is an Aussie and my couple is basically eating barbied (barbequed) meals almost daily, I am offering a $25.00 gift certificate to Out Back steak house along with a journal with my book’s cover.

Entering is easy, just leave a comment. I will draw names on Sunday, June 6, and post the winner here.

If you don’t have an Outback Steakhouse near you, please tell me when you post a comment and I’ll find something else for the same amount. Maybe a gift certificate to Pink Petal books? Where you can find my book and other romance’s by some really terrific authors.

Only two more days

Only two more days until my book, Windswept Shores, is released.