Merry Christmas! Contest begins today!
Do you want to win some fantastic holiday reading? If so come celebrate the Twelve days of Romance with 12 authors from Ellora's Cave, Wild Rose Press, Total-E-Bound and Cerridwen Press. Each day beginning December 8th and running through December 19th one of the twelve authors will tell what their "True love gave to them" on either their blog or website.Collect all twelve answers and e-mail them to firstname.lastname@example.org with 12 days of Romance in the subject line to win some great books. Deadline for entries is December 21st at midnight EST.
There will be three lucky winners.
The prizes –1st prize--6 books
2nd prize--4 books
3rd prize--2 books
All books and prize winners will be drawn randomly.
Anny Cook Winter Hearts
Sandra Cox Boji Stones
Bronwyn Green Ronan’s Grail
Heather Hiestand Cards Never Lie
Barbara Huffert Deal of a Lifetime
Amarinda Jones Mad About Mirabelle
Kelly Kirch Time for Love
Cindy Spencer Pape Cowboy’s Christmas Bride
Brynn Paulin Fallen
Jacquéline Roth Access Denied
KZ Snow Mrs. Claws
Lacey Thorn Earth Moves
“I’ve been monitoring your activities.”
Great, another weirdo in her life. “Why?”
“There is a great Armada amassing in Belching Beelzebub’s Bay. We need your help with the Captain.”
Emmeline narrowed her eyes. She knew only one Captain and she would rather eat dirt than get involved with him again. “Nuh uh…”
Emmeline stooped down and scooped up a handful of dirt.
“What’re you doin’, Em?” Wendell demanded.
“After last time, I said that I would eat dirt before I would get involved with prissy Jack again. So I’m eatin’ dirt,” she informed him in no uncertain terms. “Nothing could convince me to have anything to do with that pirate.”
Wendell frowned at her in disapproval. “That’s just selfish and mean. If the Captain carries out his plan, there won’t be any Christmas this year. Don’t you care whether or not the littlies have Christmas?”
“Not particularly,” she snorted impatiently with her clenched fists on her hips. “Wendell, look at me. Do I look like Christmas material to you?”
“Well…” He scratched his stubbled chin thoughtfully. “Now that you mention it, I have to admit that it will take a bit of a makeover. The thing is,” he rashly admitted in a rush, “you’re the only one Jack will listen to. He has this crazy notion that if there’s no Christmas, people will stop coming to the Caribbean for their holidays and his treasure will be safe.”
Emmeline’s eyes began to glow. “Treasure? Did you say treasure?”
“Now, Em,” Wendell backpedaled nervously. “You didn’t hear it from me…”
“Treasure,” she crooned. “Why didn’t you say so! Of course, I’ll help you with Jack!” She tossed the handful of dirt away and dusted off her fingers. “All right then. Tell me your plan.”
“My plan? I thought you would have a plan.” Wendell’s eyes began to cross.
She stared at him thoughtfully. “My plan…”