Thank god: a contest that’s not about Grimspace

Trust me, you want this book.

Witch Blood
I got an ARC, and it’s fab. I just have a thing for heroes with long, silky black hair. Top Dollar from The Crow, anyone? Then add in the whole “man of strong passions, who controls them with his iron will” thing? Yummy!

I’m on my way out the door to mail prizes (if you won a book from me this week, it’s going out in today’s post), so I don’t have time to come up with a clever contest at the moment. So this one’s dead simple: if you want it, say so in comments.

To pick a winner, I’m gonna use a random number generator and match it against the comments, which means if you comment more than once, you’re entered more than once. I guess it’s just a matter of how bad you want Anya’s book! I’ll announce on Monday sometime and ship the book to you via Amazon, which means you should get it shortly after release. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves about your favorite Anya titles or what you thought of Witch Fire.

Note: No spamming, five word minimum, no random links, and your post must have content of some kind. (Saying you’d really love to read the book because Anya is awesome, and you’d like to knit her a sweater for Christmas is perfectly acceptable.)

And go!

Don’t you wish you had my life?

The expensive car across the street that the owner refuses to park in his garage has an equally expensive, hyper-sensitive alarm system. It goes off at the drop of a hat. Or the drop of a pin.

6am — the car alarm has been going off for 15 minutes. Foul oaths in Spanish are hurled out of various windows, along with shoes and bottles. Nobody comes.

7am — someone finally comes to turn the alarm off.

8:15 — the alarm goes off again.

9:00 — someone turns it off. I pray for battery death. Working is a joke. Good thing this is my day “off.”

10am — (Can you guess?) the alarm goes off… again. Two men arrive to work on the electrical system in my house because everytime I use the microwave I get mildly electrocuted. This probably explains a few things about me.

11am — Car alarm is squalling again, but I’m in the shower. My head feels like an anvil. But onward! I have errands to run.

11:55 — the husband asks me to bring him back some food because he’s supervising the workmen (ie playing Drake’s Fortune on PS3. Thanks, Bettie Sharpe!)

12:20pm — I’m still sitting in the gas line at the station. Naturally, I picked the side with only one working pump. I am praying the car won’t run out of gas before I get there.

12:45 — I’m at FedEx trying to remember how to pronounce “Y” in Spanish because I’m overnighting a book to a reader; her ARC was lost in the mail, so I want to make it up to her.

1:00 — I’m at Subway and there’s only one guy running the whole place. It’s empty when I walk in, and then WHOOSH, suddenly there’s a crowd jostling behind me. The old lady right next to me in line could use a mint. She also has a terrible hacking cough.

1:30 — I check on the special order for the custom designed necklace (part of my prize package in the Grimspace Juggernaut). That will be ready after 5 today. But Tete doesn’t want me to get out quickly; she’s a family friend, so it means lots of smooching on cheeks and talking in Spanish. My head still hurts, and I’m having more trouble than usual following. My side of the conversation consists of “Si” and “bien.”

2pm — I’m back home, delivering sandwich, cookies and soda. Workman are still hammering and the animals are agitated, meowing, barking. Only the turtle is quiet. I set to answering emails, visiting blogs where I’m featured, and parceling up prizes to be mailed tomorrow.

2:30 — car alarm, again. I want to hurt someone.

3:28 — the cat sounds like he’s being run through a juicer, so I finally go see what is ailing the whiny bastard. He’s gotten his foot stuck in the toilet somehow. Perhaps it’s something to do with the bird sitting on the top shelf in my guest bathroom. Ok, WTF? BIRD? WHY is there a bird in my bathroom?! I free the cat and scream for my husband.

3:30 — my husband shoos the bird, which flies around the house, bangs into walls and windows, exciting the dog and cats who are giving chase, barking and meowing at the same time. Dog knocks me down, bird flies out open door, and the cat has been whining in disappointment ever since. Now I have a damp, sullen toilet-smelling cat who hates baths.

3:32 — now that the alarm has finally been shut off (or the battery ran down) the cat won’t stop meowing.

Soon, I have to pick up the kids and then, more errands. I can tell you’re all jealous.

Some authors…

They can get away with anything.

As a reader, years ago, I was prejudiced. Don’t try to tell me a story about families. Or relationships. Or especially two exes getting back together. I mean, there’s a reason they broke up to start with, right? I had subject matter I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole.

Then I’d find a new author, fall in love with his or her work, and then … BLAM! This person comes out with Book X dealing with crap (I thought) I don’t like to read about. So I’d waffle. Well, I hate blahdiblah, but I love her writing…

This waffling did not end with eggs and bacon. It generally ended with me picking up Book X with a sulky demeanor. Yes, I want to own everything ever written by Author Q, but why the heck did she have to write a heartwarming tale about a woman dealing with mid-life crisis?

Gradually I began to notice a pattern. These books I didn’t want to like? If the author was good, I’d eventually wind up loving the story too, even if it dealt with crap (I thought) I didn’t want to read about.

These days, I still have stuff which thrills me about as much as the prospect of a free colonic. (Hey, if that’s your thing, I don’t judge.) But I don’t grumble as I buy the book because I’m expecting to be pleasantly surprised. That’s why I say…

Some authors can get away with anything. They’re such skilled storytellers that I’ll follow them anywhere. What authors do that for you?

Happy, happy! Grimspace is officially out. (And winners, too.)

First, I want to thank all of you. I’d be nothing without y’all. So here’s a big cheer for the readers who keep me excited about writing the next book. Why so much outbound love on release day? Well, you’ve shown me an outstanding welcome for a debut author. I got some news that left me dizzy, giddy, and other things ending in Y. grimspace

For the week ending 2/24/08, GRIMSPACE is #8 on B&N’s science fiction & fantasy mass market bestseller list and #36 on Borders Group SF&F mass market bestseller list

The book just came out today, and y’all have made sure it’s doing well. I bless you and thank you for this opportunity. But I’m getting all verklempt, so I’m gonna move on.


* Grand Prize: $100 gift card from Barnes and Noble
Jambrea! (#93)

* First runner up: $50 gift certificate from Amazon
Stephanie H. (#106)

* Second runner up: a handcrafted Mexican necklace
Marianne McA. (#8)

* Third runner up: $25 gift card from Bath & Body Works
A Bookworm (#12)

* Fourth runner up: Signed copy of Grimspace
Wendy (#77)

Thanks to everyone who made the viral marketing a success. Congratulations, winners! Email me, and I’ll hook up your loot.

PS — Jeri Smith-Ready was kind enough to interview me. If you ever wondered about the bizarre workings of my brain, you might want to check this out. Yes, there’s a prize.


Call ahead before you run out, but in some B&Ns…

These heroes are going to rock your world.

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(On an endcap) Soooo pretty!
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(The whole dump) Grimspace is in some bookstores now! It’s just too exciting.
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So I’m noticing we have Simon Canderous on top, Jax in the middle, and Cal Leandros on the bottom. Now there’s a sexy-ass threesome.

More pictures, courtesy of the delightful and charming Lorelie. These were taken in oh-so-fabulous Fayetteville, NC.

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