Anyway, on to the FUN stuff. I know it's old fashion, but my kids are young and like the idea of drawing a name when I do contests so after writing all those wonderful entries down and putting them in a bowl... we have a winner!!!
That winner of a print copy of CHARADE is...
Whitney! Congrats. I'll be sending you an email in a little while.
Thanks so much to everyone who entered. And again, I know I keep saying this, but you guys are incredible. SERIOUSLY incredible. The love you've shown for CHARADE (and any of my other books) blows me away. I'm so honored to have you all as readers. I love all the Tweets, FB messages, emails I get and it means so much to me when you take the time to review my books or spread the word to friends. Charade is doing well because of YOU.
So thank you :)
On another front, Jolene Perry and I have been chatting with Dylan and Ziah. They have a few things to say and asked if they could have a chat so of course, Jolene and I said YES. Be sure to check it out tomorrow, Wednesday November 28th on Twitter. The chat is at 6:00 PM PST (9:00 EST). Dylan and Ziah will be chatting and answering any questions you have. Just be sure to use the hashtag #Dizzy. You can also follow me at @nyraedawn and Jolene at @jolenebperry.
Oh... and I have it on good authority there will be some print copies of DIZZY being given away :)
Two more quick things and I will stop rambling.
1. Print copies of CHARADE are now available on Amazon if you're interested.
and to leave you, I'm sharing a short teaser from DIZZY. It was one of my favorite scenes to write.
“We’re here to pick up the invitations for the Gibson wedding,” Derrick tells the girl behind the counter when we get inside the shop. She’s young—probably in her twenties and she’s eying us all up and down, but I can’t make myself get into it.
“Wonderful… Which of you is the lucky groom?” She starts to walk to a table, and we follow her.
Paul and I quickly point to Derrick as he sits in one of the chairs. “That’s me.”
“My name is Aubra. I was expecting your fiancé. I must say, this is the first time I’ve seen the groom pick out the invitations on his own.”
This catches my attention. Derrick has that deer in the headlights look, so I speak for him. “What do you mean, pick them out? Aren’t we picking them up?”
“No. Lora made the appointment today to have them made up. We’re putting a rush on it since the wedding isn’t too far out. I understand you had some trouble with a venue?”
I fall in the chair next to Derrick. Paul takes the one on the other side, and we sit there probably looking like the biggest idiots in the world. But then I realize it’s just a piece of paper. How hard can it be?
A cup rattles on the desk when Aubra drops a huge book onto it. “Do you know what you’re looking for? We have linen finish, matte finish… Oh! Or silk laminate. There’s recycled and unbleached or bleached. This handmade soft paper is really popular, but my favorite is this new wood grain texture. It’s beautiful and masculine, depending on the theme of the wedding…”
Blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah blah. Is all I hear. No wonder Derrick is freaking. Who knew there were so many different kinds of paper?
“Derrick. Call your girl. She’s going to kick our asses if we get this wrong.” Lora’s scary about this wedding. I can’t believe she would send us to do this.
And from there... the boys have some things to figure out. LOL.