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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Leap Year Blog Hop
Welcome to the Leap year blog hop!
The stop before this one is:Rachel Haimowitz Fantasy Unbound http://rachel-haimowitz.blogspot.com
Your next stop will be at Lynn Crain at Lynn Crain's XtraOrdinary Romance www.lynncrain.blogspot.com
Hi, I’m Janice Seagraves. I write romances of various genres.
My first novel is a contemporary erotic romance called, Windswept Shores, published through Pink Petal Books.
Since my depute novel was published, I’ve had a roller coaster of a learning curve. I’ve had to learn to promote, schedule guest blogs and do interviews. Also run contests and the like. But it’s been fun too, and I’ve meet a lot of wonderful people along the way.
One of the things I’ve learned is that a lot of people are interested in how I got my first contract.
It all started with a contest.
While going through comments on a certain yahoo group, I noticed a post about a cover contest at Pink Petal Books.
So I checked it out.
There were two book covers available, and the publisher wanted a book based on the cover. The first one I wasn’t too interested in, but the second had me.
I stared opened mouth at the cover of a handsome man and woman, standing in water. A beach was behind them. It reminded me very strongly of one of my finished manuscript that I had named, Windswept Shores.
I decided right then and there—I had to have that cover.
Next came days and nights of hard work as I made the manuscript as perfect as possible. It took me a few weeks to get it done.
But then I realized there were three more things I needed to do. As tough as it sounds, I had to quickly educate myself in the fine art of writing a blurb, query letter and a synopsis, which I had never done before—ever.
In a panic, I asked some writer friends for help and advice, which they very graciously gave.
Finally, everything was ready and I emailed my submission package.
Anxiety set in.
Did I write the query letter correctly? Did the synopsis or blurb suck? While I waited to hear back, I went over my manuscript again, checking for typos and grammar issues.
Two weeks later I heard from a woman named, Mary. She told me, she liked what she’d read and asked for the complete manuscript.
With my heart beating a rapid tattoo against my ribs, I attached my manuscript to the return email.
My mouth went dry, as my curser hovered over the send key.
I bit my lip and my hand shook. My manuscript is as ready as it’s going to be. So hit the button already!
Two more weeks passed, before I heard back from Mary (which I didn’t realize at the time was a very fast response time). I read the email three times. I looked back at my husband and nearly ask him to read it for me.
Then I read it again. Am I reading this right?
Finally, I called my hubby over so he too could read the email.
“Jan, she loves it. She’s offering you a contract. Congratulations, honey.”
As I sat in a state of shock, hubby patted my shoulder and kissed my temple.
She likes it?
It’s a heady feeling to finally get a book contract. I can’t even describe how wonderful it felt.
After carefully looking over the contract, I signed on the dotted line. Next were the edits, and then finally the book release.
And here it is . . . Windswept Shores!
Blurb:
Windswept Shores Blurb: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas until she finds a nearly-drowned man washed up on shore. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck. With only meager survival skills between them, will they survive and can they find love?
Excerpt:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
Sitting back on her heels with her hands folded in her lap, Megan followed his gaze, then back to him. “My signal fire.”
“Signal for what?”
“Help.” His accent intrigued her. Was he English or Australian?
“G’darn,” he looked around, “where the bloody hell am I?”
“Don’t know. There’s no one here to ask.” Megan shrugged helplessly, but couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Are you from England?”
“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?”
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?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Your next stop will be at Lynn Crain at Lynn Crain's XtraOrdinary Romance www.lynncrain.blogspot.com
But before you leave don't forget to leave a comment with your email addy, so I'll know how to contact the winner of the pukka shell necklace.
The stop before this one is:Rachel Haimowitz Fantasy Unbound http://rachel-haimowitz.blogspot.com
Your next stop will be at Lynn Crain at Lynn Crain's XtraOrdinary Romance www.lynncrain.blogspot.com
***Leave a comment here with your email addy for a chance to win a pukka shell necklace***
Hi, I’m Janice Seagraves. I write romances of various genres.
My first novel is a contemporary erotic romance called, Windswept Shores, published through Pink Petal Books.
Since my depute novel was published, I’ve had a roller coaster of a learning curve. I’ve had to learn to promote, schedule guest blogs and do interviews. Also run contests and the like. But it’s been fun too, and I’ve meet a lot of wonderful people along the way.
One of the things I’ve learned is that a lot of people are interested in how I got my first contract.
It all started with a contest.
While going through comments on a certain yahoo group, I noticed a post about a cover contest at Pink Petal Books.
So I checked it out.
There were two book covers available, and the publisher wanted a book based on the cover. The first one I wasn’t too interested in, but the second had me.
I stared opened mouth at the cover of a handsome man and woman, standing in water. A beach was behind them. It reminded me very strongly of one of my finished manuscript that I had named, Windswept Shores.
I decided right then and there—I had to have that cover.
Next came days and nights of hard work as I made the manuscript as perfect as possible. It took me a few weeks to get it done.
But then I realized there were three more things I needed to do. As tough as it sounds, I had to quickly educate myself in the fine art of writing a blurb, query letter and a synopsis, which I had never done before—ever.
In a panic, I asked some writer friends for help and advice, which they very graciously gave.
Finally, everything was ready and I emailed my submission package.
Anxiety set in.
Did I write the query letter correctly? Did the synopsis or blurb suck? While I waited to hear back, I went over my manuscript again, checking for typos and grammar issues.
Two weeks later I heard from a woman named, Mary. She told me, she liked what she’d read and asked for the complete manuscript.
With my heart beating a rapid tattoo against my ribs, I attached my manuscript to the return email.
My mouth went dry, as my curser hovered over the send key.
I bit my lip and my hand shook. My manuscript is as ready as it’s going to be. So hit the button already!
Two more weeks passed, before I heard back from Mary (which I didn’t realize at the time was a very fast response time). I read the email three times. I looked back at my husband and nearly ask him to read it for me.
Then I read it again. Am I reading this right?
Finally, I called my hubby over so he too could read the email.
“Jan, she loves it. She’s offering you a contract. Congratulations, honey.”
As I sat in a state of shock, hubby patted my shoulder and kissed my temple.
She likes it?
It’s a heady feeling to finally get a book contract. I can’t even describe how wonderful it felt.
After carefully looking over the contract, I signed on the dotted line. Next were the edits, and then finally the book release.
And here it is . . . Windswept Shores!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Windswept Shores Blurb: The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas until she finds a nearly-drowned man washed up on shore. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck. With only meager survival skills between them, will they survive and can they find love?
Excerpt:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
Sitting back on her heels with her hands folded in her lap, Megan followed his gaze, then back to him. “My signal fire.”
“Signal for what?”
“Help.” His accent intrigued her. Was he English or Australian?
“G’darn,” he looked around, “where the bloody hell am I?”
“Don’t know. There’s no one here to ask.” Megan shrugged helplessly, but couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Are you from England?”
“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?”
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?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Janice’s blog: http://ladyjanice.blogspot.com/
Windswept Shores: http://pinkpetalbooks.com/Windswept-Shores-Janice-Seagraves.html
Now also available at Smashwords, Diesel, All Romance and for the kindle at Amazon.
Now also available at Smashwords, Diesel, All Romance and for the kindle at Amazon.
My book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_r2NXKT0Sg
Your next stop will be at Lynn Crain at Lynn Crain's XtraOrdinary Romance www.lynncrain.blogspot.com
But before you leave don't forget to leave a comment with your email addy, so I'll know how to contact the winner of the pukka shell necklace.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Contest
I'm participation in a contest at Romance Junkies.
Hint: clink on the arm to find my contest.
Janice~
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Christmas in July
I'm participation in this years Christmas in July at Romance books "R" us.
It's a first for me. :)
2nd Annual Christmas in July TWO Contests!
Dates: 1 July through midnight EST 31 July.
We only ship snail mail items to US and Canadian addresses.
CONTEST 1: (Open to readers/unpublished writers/industry reps - NOT published authors unless you're already a RBRU Yahoo group member)
Prizes: Amazon/Barnes & Noble $125 Gift Certificate, Christmas ornaments, decks of Ellora's Cave/Blush playing cards, RBRU hats, tee-shirts and tote bags. To enter:
1. Join RBRU yahoo group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/romancebooksrus
2. Visit http://romancebooksrus.blogspot.com. Click on each of the 20 Bloggers names left sidebar) to visit their sites. Find the name of one of their books along with the names of the hero and heroine. COLLECT THE 20 BLOGGER NAMES, BOOK NAMES, AND HERO AND HEROINE NAMES. (If a blogger has two pen names, only do one). In ONE email message, send all this information to: contests.rbrus@gmail.com
Prizes: Amazon/Barnes & Noble $125 Gift Certificate, Christmas ornaments, decks of Ellora's Cave/Blush playing cards, RBRU hats, tee-shirts and tote bags. To enter:
1. Join RBRU yahoo group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/romancebooksrus
2. Visit http://romancebooksrus.blogspot.com. Click on each of the 20 Bloggers names left sidebar) to visit their sites. Find the name of one of their books along with the names of the hero and heroine. COLLECT THE 20 BLOGGER NAMES, BOOK NAMES, AND HERO AND HEROINE NAMES. (If a blogger has two pen names, only do one). In ONE email message, send all this information to: contests.rbrus@gmail.com
NOTE: For April Ash books information, click on MY BOOKS at the top of the page.
CONTEST 2: (Open to everyone, including published authors)
Prize: Amazon/Barnes & Noble $25 Gift Certificate.
To enter:
1. Join RBRU Chat group at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbruchat
2. Become a Follower at our blog: http://romancebooksrus.blogspot.com
CONTEST 2: (Open to everyone, including published authors)
Prize: Amazon/Barnes & Noble $25 Gift Certificate.
To enter:
1. Join RBRU Chat group at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbruchat
2. Become a Follower at our blog: http://romancebooksrus.blogspot.com
Monday, May 30, 2011
Contest
My book Windswept Shores will be one year old on June third. To celebrate, I'm running a contest on my website.
http://janiceseagraves.org/2011/05/30/contest-2/
http://janiceseagraves.org/2011/05/30/contest-2/
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Contest at Coffee Time Romance
Three days left for my Coffee Time Romance contest ~*~ Janice Seagraves I am so tickled to have this opportunity. It is not everyday that I get to introduce you to a brand-new author. She is a romance writer within the various romance genres. Her name is Janice Seagraves and her first book, Windswept Shores, was released from Pink Petal Books on June 3rd. How exciting is this? I believe a celebration is in order. Janice is offering a lucky Coffee Time reader a $20 gift certificate from Pink Petal Books, but that is only if their name is drawn from the entries with the correct answers. Could it be you? Click here to enter |
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The winner of the second August contest is . . .
The winning number is #35.
I looked over my list of participants, and Debra came the closet with #32.
Congratulations Debra, you are the winner of the mini surfboard, ankle bracelet, toe rings, and incense.
I looked over my list of participants, and Debra came the closet with #32.
Congratulations Debra, you are the winner of the mini surfboard, ankle bracelet, toe rings, and incense.
Janice~
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Thursday's thirteen: What Megan says
I've posted my Thursday's thirteen on my website with a contest.
This contest is for the ladies. I have another surfboard to give away, plus an ankle bracelet made with seashells, toe rings are included, and that’s not all I’m also adding incense called sea breeze.
Don't hesitate enter today. The winner will be announced on Sunday, August 15.
This contest is for the ladies. I have another surfboard to give away, plus an ankle bracelet made with seashells, toe rings are included, and that’s not all I’m also adding incense called sea breeze.
Don't hesitate enter today. The winner will be announced on Sunday, August 15.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
An Interview and a contest
I have two things to tell you about. I and my characters from Windswept Shores got interviewed.
And the second thing is I entered my book tailer/teaser into a contest. Its suppose to be number #10.
And the second thing is I entered my book tailer/teaser into a contest. Its suppose to be number #10.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
This weeks contest
This weeks contest has ended and Loretta C. has won the incense and soy melts.
Congratulations, Loretta!
Next weeks contest will be posted late on Wednesday night, another Thursday's Thirteen on my website. I will only be having weekly contests until the end of the month.
And I also have an on going contest at Coffee Time Romance, which will end on August 31st.
So don't delay, enter today!
Congratulations, Loretta!
Next weeks contest will be posted late on Wednesday night, another Thursday's Thirteen on my website. I will only be having weekly contests until the end of the month.
And I also have an on going contest at Coffee Time Romance, which will end on August 31st.
So don't delay, enter today!
Friday, August 06, 2010
Two Contests and a Chat
I still have two on going contests. One is on Thursday's thirteen which will end on Sunday, August 8th, and the second one is on the Coffee Time Romance website(third one down), which will end on August 31st.
There is still time to enter both contest. :)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Contest and Prizes
But I'm only doing two more with a possibility of a third.
One will be a duplicate of the first one offered, and the second one will have of my hero's Seth's favorite sayings: Abso-bloody-lutely, which means, "Yes, I will!" Or along those lines.
I'm also reminding people that my weekly contest will be ending the last week in August.
.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
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.
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, June 17, 2010
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.
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.
“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.”
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.
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.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
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.
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