Shiloh Walker Blog Contest + Extra
Contest for Bloggers
So how do you win this one? That’s easy.
You just blog about it. All you have to do is take the excerpt below and the cover graphic, post them to your blog, and then send me an email @ contest4shiloh(at)gmail.com with the words BLOG ALL ABOUT IT in the subject line. In the email, make sure you include a link to your blog post.
Read on to see what prizes are being offered!
Prize will be:
• ARC of FRAGILE, my 2/09 release (this will not be mailed until January)
• Gift Certificate for $40 to the bookstore of your choice (as long as I can purchase the GC certificate online, you can pick whatever bookstore you want)
• Two books from my available backlist
• Goody bag.
If you select a large chain bookstore, I reserve the right to buy a gift card that will then be mailed with your other prizes. Please allow 6-8 weeks to receive all prizes. Other yadda yadda rules…open to anybody, no purchase necessary, all you have to do to enter is to blog about it, and if you live outside the country, please allow an extra 4 weeks for delivery. Contest runs throw 11/11/08, all entries must be posted before 11/11/08 in order to qualify. Void where prohibited.
Just copy and paste the info below onto your blog, email Shiloh a link to the post using the addy posted above (please double check the email addy-I’m not responsible if it’s sent to the wrong addy) and viola…you’re entered.
The weird sense of deja vu exploded into something else entirely. Something that shook her to the core. His eyes narrowed and he reached up, caught her chin in his, staring at her.
She was pale and Cullen thought she looked every bit as shaken as he felt. “The dreams,” he muttered. He caught her face in his hands and forced her to look at him, staring into her pale gray eyes. The ugly, dark bruise around her left eye made her iris seem that much paler and as he watched, the pupil flared, enlarging until just a sliver of gray of visible.
Taige tried to jerk away and he wouldn’t let her. “You had the dreams, too, didn’t you?” he demanded.
Her voice shook as she reached up with one hand to jerk on his wrist, trying to break his hold. “Let go of me.”
Slowly, he shook his head. “You have,” he whispered, dismay spreading through him.
Dismay–and something else. She’d always held herself apart from him in those dreams. But through those dreams, he’d gotten to know her, gotten to know the woman she had become. She was pulling away from him not because she was angry at him, or because she didn’t want anything to do with him.
She pulled back because she still loved him.
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Shiloh is offering WriteMindedBlog readers the chance to win a signed copy of Through the Veil and a handmade bookmark. To enter, stop by the blog and comment about where your favorite place to buy books is.