Contest Winner & the best V-day card ever

To choose a winner, I wrote the names of all comment posters on paper, folded them, and dropped them into my mini-cauldron. (It's normal use is pencil holder) Then I closed my eyes, swirled and picked out a name.

The winner in my contest for a free copy of Bound to be Mine is....

Gina Kincaid.

Congratulations, Gina!

Thanks to everyone visited & posted comments. I truly appreciate your time and interest. I'll run another contest soon. Until then, I hope you have a very Happy Valentines day.

Speaking of Valentine's day, I have to share the best Valentine's day card I ever found. Believe it or not, I bought it from my college bookstore. On the cover it said, "I'd walk 1,000 miles for one of your smiles." Then, on the inside it said, "I'd walk 1,000 more for that thing you do with your tongue."

God, did the boyfriend at the time get red. It still makes me laugh.

Release Day!! & 2 signs you may be writing/reading too much erotica

Woo Hoo! It's great to see the link go live. You can now purchase Bound to be Mine here.

My contest is still running, so if you post a comment today, you'll be entered into a drawing tomorrow to win a free copy!

Now for the top two signs you've been writing WAY too much erotic romance:

1. "Release Day" brings to mind images of the big O.
2. "Submission Guidelines" makes you think less about publishers and more about your character's "play time"

Sadly, both happened to me this past week. **shaking head** I gotta lay off the coffee.

Story Trailer for Bound to be Mine

I fiddled around for about three hours to try and capture the essence of my release in a trailer. Did it work?

Release Countdown! Bound to be Mine Excerpt/Teaser

For one crazy second, with her lips just inches
from his, he thought she might kiss him. If she did,
he knew it would not be a loving, gentle kiss, but a
punishing reminder of all he’d left behind. Inside, he
wrestled for a response. The plan was to fulfill step
nine: Make direct amends to people we harmed
wherever possible. Ben could feel the gentle heat of
her breath against his face. His plan clearly needed
to be amended, if not abandoned completely, or he
was going to lose control. He would not be able to
resist much longer…God, how he wanted her.
She pulled back before he broke.

Shit. Shit.

She sauntered to her couch and sat, bending a
knee beneath her. She tasted her wine, watching
him like she understood his need to escape. Ben
could sense the web about him—a carefully planned
trap.