Y'all have until Friday!

Ask questions, I'll try to answer starting next Monday!

Taking questions for next Friday's blog

Hey y'all! Have a question for me, I'll figure an answer! Want to know what's coming up? Want to know how I spend my day? My favorite coffee? Ask away!

One of commenters to today's post will receive a fun little goodie bag from me. I'll pick a winner and answer questions on Friday, October 2!

Man, today is just *filled* with to dos!

Mondays always are super-duper busy; Mondays before travel are vicious. ;-)

Julia and I are celebrating our 7th anniversary together this weekend, heading to her stomping grounds of Colorado to watch a little rodeo, hike a little, soak in hot springs, and eat gluten free pizza.

*grins*

So, back to work.

ElaineG! You won!

Drop me a line at batortuga at batortuga dot com with your mailing addy and I'll send your signed copy!

:D

Thanks everyone for the answers. It rocked my world.

:D

Y'all have until tonight to win a signed copy of Walking on the Sun

Just let me know your fav MJ and Sonny moment!

Contest for a signed copy of Walking on the Sun

Tell me your favorite MJ/Sonny moment. Tomorrow, I'll tell you mine after I randomly choose one winner to win a signed copy of the final book in the series, Walking on the Sun!

Excerpt from Walking on the Sun -- available tomorrow!

The pain of it curled him into a ball far too small for a guy his size. MJ, giving himself up to that crispy bastard, then going up in a blaze of fucking glory. For him.
It wasn’t fucking right. It wasn’t fucking right at all, MJ gone.
Dead.
Fucking shit.
That had never been part of the deal. Never. MJ was supposed to take Sonny down and go on. All for one and one for MJ. That was how it worked.
This? This, Sonny couldn’t even take in. Couldn’t comprehend it.
No fucking way.
He pushed into the bathroom, washed his face, the cold water making him want to gag, to scream. Sonny avoided the mirror, not wanting to see. The window in the bathroom didn’t open, so he’d have to go out the hard way. Past the others.
Damn.
“Here’s your water.” Paddy put the glass on the sink. “Are you hungry?”
“No.” The word came out flat. Harsh. “No. I just. I gotta go.”
“Where?”
“Fuck off!” Sonny slammed his hand against the wall, feeling something crack. “I don’t give a fuck. MJ’s dead!”
“No, he’s not.”

Contest!

Torquere Press is having a bunch of contests -- ebook giveaways every day, gift baskets every week (I donated stuff for a cowboy themed one with a *neat* leather rodeo purse, and a fully loaded Nook ereader!

http://www.torquerebooks.com/contest/contentmain.html

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