Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Down to You and On Dublin Street Signed PB Giveaway

So, as many of you know, I attended several awesome events the weekend of June 28-30, one of which was called Meet the Passionistas.  I won't go into too much detail. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.  Just head on over to the USA Today Happy Ever After blog post and you can read all about the trip and the hardships we faced.  *snickers*  But what's more is that I got 2 SIGNED On Dublin Street paperbacks from Samantha Young and she got two of my Down to Yous and we are doing a giveaway.  Here on my blog, you can enter via the Rafflecopter on my sidebar----->

You can either follow me on Twitter, like my FB author page or tweet the tweet I set up in Rafflecopter.  Or you can do all three!  Up to you.  You can also enter on Sam's blog, too.  The contest will run through Wednesday, July 17th at midnight and I'll post the winners here by noon on Thursday.  So what are you waiting for?  Go enter!  Wahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

**THE TWO WINNERS WERE SELECTED VIA RANDOM.ORG AND ARE:  BOBBYE HOPE BOOTH AND HEATHER REED.  CONGRATULATIONS!!  I've sent e-mails to both winners. If I haven't heard back from them to collect their prizes within 48 hours, alternate winner(s) will be selected**


It’s a Hard Life!

There are times when being a writer is the hardest job in the world!  Well, at least it can feel like it.  Writer’s block, rewrites, plot holes, lost threads—any combination of these can feel like the largest of stumbling blocks.  And then, of course, there’s the occasional hand cramp that can arise from our vigorous signing.  Like here.  Look at us, hard at work.  *snicker snicker*

This was Samantha Young (left), New York Times bestselling author of On Dublin Street, and me (right- the only other person in the picture- LOL) at the first annual “Meet the Passionistas” signing at the Barnes and Noble-Vanderbilt in Nashville, Tennessee.  It was a grueling day, filled with tears of pain and hardship.

See how miserable we look?  *more snickering*

At one point, I found myself telling Sam that if I didn’t get some coffee, I might not be able to survive.  For some reason, I get the impression she didn’t believe me.

But then came the surprise that Janet Wallace, founder and creator of this lovely event, had warned us about.  
Holy.  Moly.

Turns out “it” was a he.  And oh what a he HE was!  I stared.  A lot.  For quite a few uncomfortable minutes.  Well, uncomfortable for him.  Strangely, it didn’t bother me one bit. 
His shirt was buttoned when he arrived.  I know this because, much to my dismay, he walked right in and sat down beside Sam.  Dang it!  Why did I have to pick the first chair???

See?  Shirt buttoned. I’m not sure what miracle of God happened that made that thing come unsnapped, but I won’t question it. I’ll simply be thankful and move on.
The “surprise” was none other than Collin Patrick.  Cover model.  Hunky guy.  Great sport.
I’m sure you can imagine the begging that ensued. I tried and tried to get Sam to switch seats with me, but I’m not that lucky.  Fate had already dealt me the cruel, cruel hand of being last in the row.  *sigh*  What’s a girl to do?
Well, this girl decided to take matters into her own hands.

As you can see, he tolerated my petting very well.  And yes, in case you’re wondering, that skin is rock hard and soft as a baby’s butt.
*drifts off*
*eyes glaze over in blessed memory*
Oh. Sorry.  Where was I? 
That’s right.  Barnes and Noble.   A public place.  Ahem.  So, before I could get too carried away sampling the goods, Sam was instructed to come over and save the day, which she did with much grace and beauty, as always.

She managed to rein me in enough that I agreed to share with the others.  For a minute anyway.  But I
wasn’t giving up my spot next to the abs. I mean, next to Collin.

Eventually, my place was usurped.  *sigh*  Like all good things, my Collin time had to come to an end.

What can I say about this day?  Well, I met some of the most amazing readers and authors on the planet, I got to touch a hot model’s abs and I spent two hours sitting beside one of the nicest, most genuine people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

Thank you, Sam, for tolerating my crazy nature with such admirable aplomb.  Thank you to my husband for knowing you’re the only man for me (but letting me touch the abs anyway).  Thank you, Janet, for including me with such incredible talent.  Thank you, Collin, for wearing a shirt that snaps.  And thank you, Barnes and Noble, for being made of awesome.  It was truly a magnificent day.  And I was happy as a clam:)