Friday, January 22, 2010



To celebrate the release of Stranded in PRINT, I'm giving away one print copy of the book, which will come with a goodie bag filled with postcards, magnets, and beauty goodies.
To win, answer this question, from my latest e-release,Uprooted, published by Pink Petal Books.

Q. Mari Dawson, the female lead of Uprooted, has a brother called Kale. What is his job?

Email your answer to by February 22nd. The winner will be notified no later than February 26th.

Thanks for entering. Read on for an excerpt from Uprooted!

Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, a little voice inside his head chanted. He pushed it away, with considerable effort.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned. Rachel stood before him, Will slightly behind her. "Good night," Rachel said. She leaned back and smiled at her Will. "Now, we’re turning in. Stay as long as you want. Mari, can you see everyone out?"
"Sure thing." The women hugged each other. Noah shook Will’s hand, and then the couple disappeared into the hallway. Noah heard them talking for a few moments, and then another door closed, and he heard nothing at all.
Mari rolled her eyes with a smile. "Love, huh."
Noah laughed. "Yeah, they definitely looked very tired. Ready to drop as soon as they hit the sheets, weren’t they?"
"Certainly were." Mari leaned back slightly to check that Aimee was still asleep on the couch. "She looks adorable."
He came to stand next to her. "Doesn’t she? And a lot younger than twelve. Twelve years! Cripes! If only I’d known about her."
Mari touched his arm reassuringly. "I thought we’d already had a chat about what-ifs."
"Yeah, we have." Noah looked down at her hand on his arm. She’d glossed her fingernails with some sort of shiny polish. He felt the heat of her skin through his coat, and his heart began to beat a little faster. "Listen, Mari..."
She moved a fraction closer, just a tiny move, but it put her within kissing distance. If he could only pull her against him, then-
"Yes?" she asked, her voice soft.
"Do you think, maybe…?" He tunneled a hand through his hair, trying to think. "Okay, I’m going to come right out with it. You’re driving me crazy." He kept his voice low, and checked his daughter every few words. He didn’t want her to wake up and hear this, but they couldn’t leave the room. He didn’t want Aimee to wake up and find herself alone, either. She’d be frightened.
"I feel the same," Mari admitted, sounding breathless. "What do you propose we do about it?"
Noah had been about to answer her when a sound floated up from the couch. Immediately, he turned to look down at his daughter. She was stretching. Her eyes fluttered open, and she yawned. "Is it time to go home, Dad?" she murmured.
An invisible fist clenched his heart, hard. She’d never called him Dad before. "Yeah, it’s time to go home." He rounded the couch and gently lifted his still half asleep daughter into his arms. She was feather-light. He gathered her against his chest. "We’re going home now."
He stopped next to Mari on the way out. A slightly sad smile curved his lips. "We’ll continue this discussion at another time, okay?"

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