Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween and New Moon Winner

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Congratulations go out to Amy J!
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Thanks so much to all who entered and stay tuned for new contests.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Win a New Moon Prize Package!

How would you like to win these goodies? Yeah, I thought so. lol
I'm giving away a prize package featuring the New Moon Soundtrack, Love Triangle Keychain and This May Hurt Just a Little rubber bracelets.  All of these are available at Hot Topic by the way.

How do you win?
1st - Leave a comment on this post telling me why you want to win. Be sure to leave your email addy.  +1
2nd - Spread the word. +1 for each place and comment here with the link.
3rd - Become a follower. +1 Already a follower +2
4th - Subscribe to my feeds +1
Contest will end October 30th at 11:59 p.m. Eastern time and winner announced and emailed on Halloween.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Skin Game by Ava Gray / Ann Aguirre


Paperback: 320 pages

Publisher: Berkley Sensation (November 3, 2009)

ISBN-10: 0425231534

ISBN-13: 978-0425231531

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A beautiful fugitive—wanted dead or alive.

Kyra is a con woman and a particular kind of thief. She steals with a touch, but she only takes one thing: her target’s strongest skill. Which means she can be a fighter, an athlete, a musician, an artist—anything she wants… for a limited time. Heartbroken, she turns her gift toward avenging her father’s murder; with deadly patience, Kyra works her way into casino owner Gerard Serrano’s inner circle. After pulling off the ultimate con, she flees with his money and his pride.

A hit man who never misses the mark.

Reyes has nothing but his work. Pity for Kyra, he’s the best and mercy never sways him once he takes a job. He’s been hired to find out where Kyra hid the cash—and bring her back to face Serrano’s “justice.” Dead will do, if he can’t locate the loot. He’s never failed to complete a contract, but Kyra tempts him with her fierce heat and her outlaw heart. So Reyes has a hell of a choice: forsake his word or kill the woman he might love.

Doesn't this sound amazing?  Everybody rush to pre-order or buy Skin Game as soon as it is out.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Coming soon: Blog Tour for Tirissa and the Necklace of Nulidor by Willow

One day twelve-year-old Tirissa discovers that everyone in her village is under a spell. Everyone but her!

Then she sees a mysterious stranger change into a huge bird, a bird with a beak like a sword. Did he cast the spell?

Desperate to find someone who can break it, she flees, leaving her village behind. An old herbwoman tells her to seek help from a wizard who lives far away, and her journey takes her across the Three Kingdoms.

Along the way she’s joined by a kindly troll and a short, fat palace guard. They are pursued by the twin princes of Kellayne, the best hunters in the Blue River Kingdom, as well as by the huge, dangerous bird.

Meanwhile, an evil wizard watches Tirissa and her friends in his magic mirror and plans a second spell that will kill everyone in the Three Kingdoms.

Chapter One

Tirissa climbed Oakenwood Hill at dawn, following the path between the big, gnarled oak trees she loved so well. The misty light filtered down through the autumn leaves and the Full Moon hung low in the West, white against the pale sky. She climbed the hill every morning at first light, but today seemed different because the birds weren’t singing. Even when she scattered the breadcrumbs she’d brought, none of her little friends flew down from the trees or bushes. She looked around for anything that might have scared them away, but no hawks were gliding above and no cats were prowling below. Something was wrong, though—she could feel it.

Her skin prickled.

Just then a huge shadow passed overhead. It went by so quickly that when she looked up, whatever had flown over was gone and the sky was empty. A moment later nearby branches creaked as though about to break. Something had landed in a tree. Something big. She turned and raced for home, back down the hill, across the meadow, and past the plum orchard. Smoke rose from the chimney of her family’s stone cottage and she ran to it and threw open the door.

Her sister Mori, her father, and her brother Gart were seated at the table and they looked up from their bowls of oatmeal. Her mother turned from the fireplace where she was tending a pot, her round face reddened from the heat. She said, “Tirissa, sit down and have your oatmeal while it’s still warm. I put in some ripe plums and honey, just the way you like it.”

“I have to tell you what happened,” she said, trying to catch her breath.

“Tell us while you eat,” her mother said.

Tirissa sat down. “When I was up on the hill, a big shadow passed over and then something heavy landed in a tree.”

“A giant bird?” Mori’s eyes widened.

Gart shouted, “Let’s go look!”

“Settle down, son.” Tirissa’s father spoke calmly. “So you didn’t actually see what it was, Tirissa?”

“No, but it had to be a bird bigger than me!”

Gart jumped up.

“Sit down.” His father gave him a pointed look. “None of you are going up there.”

“And don’t you either,” Tirissa’s mother said to her husband.

“I’d best see what’s going on.” He ate the last of his oatmeal and stood up. “Son, go on to the fields and start stacking the hay we cut yesterday. Soon as I check up on the hill, I’ll join you.”

“But Father, a giant bird!” Gart said.

Tirissa and Mori rolled their eyes at each other—Gart was crazy to want to go looking for some big, scary thing.

“Father, please let me come!” Gart begged.

“Absolutely not.” His father put on his jacket. “Off to the fields now.”

“Good thing you knew enough to hurry home, Tirissa,” her mother said to her.

Just then something shifted, as though the air had shivered or the Earth had trembled. Tirissa said, “What was that?”

“What was what?” Mori glanced up but kept eating her oatmeal.

“I don’t know, but I felt something.” Tirissa stared at Mori. The gleam had gone out of her sister’s eyes, now no livelier than the oatmeal congealing in her bowl.

Her father stood at the door. “Let’s go, Gart.” His voice was flat. “That hay won’t stack itself.”

Tirissa was puzzled. “Aren’t you going up on the hill?”

“About that fool story you told?” He looked at her as though he didn’t know her and didn’t want to. “Bunch of nonsense. You’re imagining things.”

Mori said, “So you saw a shadow—so what?”

Tirissa felt frozen out of the family. “What’s the matter with everyone?”

“Don’t know what you mean.” From the blank look her father gave her, it seemed like he really didn’t know. “Come on, Gart.”

Gart stood up without his usual protests and made no mention of the huge bird. He put on his jacket and headed out the door with his father.

Their mother said nothing to them as they left and then she turned to Tirissa with cold eyes. “I wish you’d be on time in the morning. I don’t see why you have to go up on the hill anyway.”

“I thought you understood,” Tirissa said, downcast. She loved walking among the trees. It felt as though just beyond them was a magical place, if only she could get there.

She looked at the door where her father had gone out and she realized he hadn’t hugged her mother when he left. She’d never seen them take leave of each other without a quick kiss. Had everyone in the family stopped caring about one another all of a sudden? She felt sick to her stomach.

Her mother stood up and said, “Wash those dishes, Mori,” as she did every morning when she went to her loom. Most days Mori, dawdling and complaining, waited to be told again, but today she jumped to her feet and gathered up the dirty bowls and spoons. Usually quick to chatter, she didn’t say a word to Tirissa or even look her way.

Tirissa went out to the pens to feed the pigs, goats, and chick¬ens. Until today, she’d always felt as much a part of the family as the rest of them, but now she thought of something she didn’t often remember, that she hadn’t been born into this family. Instead, she’d been adopted. One day a woman had come to the village and given birth to Tirissa. The woman died the same day and a kind family had taken her in—now they were her family. Surely that didn’t have anything to do with how they’d pulled away from her today—no, because they’d pulled away from each other. What could be going on? She took comfort from the animals that gathered around her and the baby that goat nuzzled her and tried to eat one of the buttons on her dress. When she went back into the cottage, Mori was still washing dishes, her long blond braid hanging down her back.

“Mori, what’s wrong?”

Mori turned around, and for a moment she looked puzzled, as though wondering the same thing, but then her eyes went dead again. She turned back and continued washing the dishes. Tirissa felt a chill down to her bones. From one moment to the next, they had become strangers. She didn’t ask any more questions.

About Willow

Willow lives in Northern California with her husband, her elderly dog, and the two invisible dragons that guard their house.
You can visit Willow’s website at

November 4th - Review of Tirissa and the Necklace of Nulidor
November 10th - Willow's Guest Post
November 19th - Interview with Willow

The how do you want to win contest

So I have a contest for you and I want to know how you want to win.  I have three books to give away.  In the comments vote for whether it should be one prize or three different prizes, so more folks can win.  If you vote for three prizes, choose which book you would like to win.  The one with the most votes is the way I'll give away the prize or prizes.
Was that clear? lol
Any-hoo, here are the prizes:

Contest ends November 1st at 11:59 p.m. eastern time.
Winner announced and emailed the following day.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Covenant

I was reminded of this movie when I commented over at Cecile's place.  This is one of my favorite movies.  I could watch it over and over for the eye candy alone, but I also love the story.  Male witches = delicious in my book. 

Enjoy this video that dreamchugh0915 put together. Great job on this.

Plug for a great site where you can win some smokin' hot ebooks.

Resplendence Publishing has their own blog where they list new books and reviews where you can win.  I've won several over there and they need new folks to enter, you know, to make the competion a little stiffer and what-not. lol
Be sure to read the sidebar for details on how to win and scroll down for other contests still open.
Here's the newest book up on their blog that you can comment to win.

Now, dontcha want that?

2009 Halloween Specials on TV

Check out all the Halloween specials on TV here.  *sigh* I just love this time of year!

Happy watching!

Congratulations Cecile!

She won a copy of Stephanie Laurens' Edge of Desire.
Lucky duck!

Keep getting your entries in for the New Moon contest guys and check back for a new contest starting tomorrow.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Win a copy of Stephanie Laurens "Edge of Desire"

I know this is not a Halloween book, but somebody would still love a copy of it, right?
This cover is so eye-catching and what a gorgeous dress!
So, my question to you is where would you where this dress and with whom?
Contest ends October 18 at 11:59 p.m. Eastern time.  Winner announced and emailed Monday morning.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Those Glorious Men of Supernatural

What's your favorite episode?
Dibs on the one from last October where Dean was a scaredy-cat. lol
Plus five entries into the New Moon contest for your comment.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Got Ghosts?

Anybody watching tonight?
Leave a ghost story on this post for five additional entries in the New Moon contest.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Bad Blogger Award

If there is one, I would definitely be a recipient.  I apologize and would like to make it up to everybody.  Fall is my favorite season and October my favorite month and Halloween my favorite holiday....well, you get the gist.  So, in honor of my favorite time of year, I'll be posting lots of dark delights and giveways, so stay tuned.