Today’s prize via the fabulous Cynthia Eden: Belong to the Night—Autographed ARC, Cover flat, and “Dream” bookmark (perfect to help with your reading fun!)
BELONG TO THE NIGHT…
Wanna know where the real wild things are…and what they like to do there?
This paranormal anthology (due out in September of 09 from Kensington Brava) features three sexy tales:
“The Wolf, The Witch, and Her Lack of Wardrobe” by Shelly Laurenston:
Jamie Meacham has enough trouble controlling her supernatural abilities. There’s no time for lust, or for Tully Smith, even with his smoldering amber eyes. But Tully’s grappling with his own animal instincts as a powerful shifter-wolf, trying to protect all his territory-including a certain sassy witch-from vicious rivals.
“In the Dark” by Cynthia Eden:
FBI agent and leopard shifter Sadie James’ undead ex, Liam, still arouses her deepest desires, distracting her from tracking the brutal rogue shifter who is terrorizing Miami. By teaming up with Liam, Sadie has a better chance of solving the case, but as passion consumes them, she stands to lose more than just her heart.
“City of the Dead” by Sherrill Quinn:
Dori Falcon is a witch with a plan: get to New Orleans, locate her missing brother, and recover the Eye of Bastet, a mysterious and powerful amulet. Her plan never included falling for sexy Cajun copy Jake Boudreau; but without his help, she may never find the demon who has her brother, and the key to her family’s survival.
But why wait until September to read the anthology? Thanks to Lauren’s contest, you can win an ARC of this anthology right now. And the flair that goes with the ARC? A “Dream” bookmark with the Henry David Thoreau quote of: “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.” Come on, book readers have to love bookmarks, right?
And here’s a peek at “In the Dark” (hope you enjoy the peek!):
Her dead lover stood on the other side of the bar, rubbing his hand against the back of some long-legged redhead and looking very much alive.
Sadie James drew in a deep breath. Caught the scent of smoke. Expensive perfume. Sweat.
I went to that jerk’s funeral. Cried over his grave. A grave he didn’t seem to be occupying.
She’d even taken flowers to the graveside.
The redhead laughed. Tossed back her head. The man turned, braced his hand against the wall behind her head and leaned in even closer to her.
Rage had Sadie’s back teeth grinding together.
She stalked across the bar, elbowing dancing men and women out of her way. Her fingers curled, and a hard fury tightened her body.
Two years. For two damn years she’d thought he was dead. While he was out there screwing redheads. Redheads who wore really trashy pink dresses.
He was bent over the woman now. His mouth poised over her throat.
Sadie was going to rip the bastard apart.
The redhead laughed. A high, tipsy giggle.
And even though she was still at least ten feet away, and the music blaring from the band jumping on stage was ear-splitting loud, Liam Sullivan stiffened. His dark head snapped up. He spun around, scanning the crowd.
His eyes, too damn blue and bright for a dead man, locked on her. She saw his stare widen and his lips began to curve into a smile—
A smile she’d knock off his still too-handsome face. “Liam.”
Now, to win this prize…just tell me what you dream about—go ahead, do it! Tell me your favorite dream. (And I hope all those in the U.S. had a great 4th of July!)
A winner will be chosen from the comments at noon pacific, tomorrow, July 6!
DAILY CONTEST NOW CLOSED FOR ENTRIES