Monday, June 4, 2012

Forever Changed by Tiffany King

COVER REVEAL, SNEAK PEEK AND GIVEAWAY

Happy Monday, y'all! 

Okay, so here's the deal.  I have the FABULOUS Tiffany King here today.  She'll soon be releasing her newest book, Forever Changed.  Check out this freakin' awesome cover:



Gorgeous, right?  I know!!!  Anyway, in honor of the big event, she's doing a blog hop and giveaway.  All you have to do is take the letters from this blog back to her blog here and try to decode the secret message.  Now that's for the chance to win the grand prize.  But there's another prize to sweeten the deal.  I'm doing a giveaway here for a Kindle copy of the book along with a silver drumsticks charm that Tiffany had specially made.  All you have to do is leave me a comment about how awesome the divine Ms. King is and you're as good as entered:)  I'll randomly draw a winner and post it on my blog tomorrow. 

Good luck, everyone!  Let the decoding begin!

“One-two-three-four,” I tapped out, sending the large garage rocking into our usual Thursday night jam session. I pounded out the beat on the drums. In front of me, John wailed on his guitar, Dex was killing it on bass, and Drake totally owned our small group of admirers the way he belted out our lyrics into the microphone. 
In between sets, I swiped the beaded up sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand, catching the admiring gaze of Miranda. Of course, I wished it was someone else. I shook my head to dislodge the thoughts of Kassandra. I didn’t need the distraction at the moment. Miranda was cool, and I knew she was into me. She looked at me appraisingly when I returned her smile. When we launched into our next set, I kept my eyes fixated on her, taking in every curve of her body. She returned my heated glance as we eye-flirted throughout the song.
The small crowd cheered as I rolled through my solo. I grinned at them, tossing my drumsticks up above my head and catching them at the last moment as I continued on.
“Dude, you rocked,” John said, knocking his knuckles against mine as we sat around after the last song. “It’s good to have you back. The jams just weren’t the same.”
“Yeah, we missed your sorry loser ass,” Drake added, throwing a mock punch at my shoulder.

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