So, without further ado, what's this all about?
To celebrate Heather and Tara reaching the end a long, tiring journey to be published - and embarking on the next long, tiring journey of marketing and writing more, everyone's invited to participate in...
The Thrill of it All blogfest!
Thrills come in all genres. Heather has some intense love scene thrills in MAGUIRE'S CORNER. Tara has some cool chase scene thrills in POP TRAVEL. And some people do thrilling things, like mountain climbing.
Today is the day to share a big thrill to be entered into The Thrill of it All blogfest contest! Heather and Tara will judge the biggest thrills and give out some thrilling prizes. Entries may be real or fiction. All that is asked is to keep them to a paragraph or so.
Here's Tara's example:
In POP TRAVEL, everyone loves to pop. Not Cooper. Though he won't admit it, Cooper was afraid of it even before he found evidence of a disintegrated traveler. Now he's terrified and he must face his fear, popping all over the world to escape those trying to keep him from exposing pop travel's deadly flaw.
1) A copy of MAGUIRE'S CORNER, ebook
2) An ARC copy of POP TRAVEL
3) A $20 Amazon GC
4) A banner or caricature by moi (or substitute if the winner has another need)
Okay, so here is my submission for the soon-to-come THEY ALL FALL DOWN:
Basil Hines thought he had everything he needed, but he didn't have peace of mind. A short trip to secretly mourn the loss of his father spins his world out of control when his memories are tampered with. Unable to accept the illusion of his new life, Basil must face his demons, shadow jumping to hell and back, to set the pieces of his life right, or die trying.
Edited: I think I read something wrong and should have added an excerpt. This may be a tad late for the contest but I wanted to add a brief excerpt:
“Tegra, I swear you’re going to love visiting San Diego. The post cards I sent you just fall flat. I mean the ocean, the sun –the whole everything!” Abby’s voice carried into the Bluetooth comfortably situated upon her ear.
A breeze swirled by, sweeping her sunflower sundress into a Marilyn-Monroe-over-the-air-vent flare. Heat scaled her neck. A few guys seated outside at a café held their forks midair openly gawking. One even whistled. Distracted, she hadn’t noticed a bike courier barreling around the corner, right into her path.
Wide green eyes met hers. Too late for the cyclist to swerve. Too sudden for Abby to react.
A hand gripped her wrist and yanked her from the pending collision. She sucked in a breath, wrapped in a one arm grip around her waist. She lifted her hand to her rescuer’s chest. His wet, bare chest.
The cyclist hollered an apology over his shoulder, hurried and bound to his route.
Abby wriggled her hips, slipping free of the man’s hold. “Tha – thank you, uh…wow, that was too close.”