Release Week Contest!

Endless Love is due to release tomorrow:)  In the off chance it gets pushed back another week (I'm still waiting on final edits and proof copy), then this will be a 'Pre-Release Party', and all the names will go into a hat for next week.  Just giving you a head's up:)

Ready to start your scavenger hunt?  Each day I'll post a question and the answer can be found on either the pages of this blog, my website, Kenzie's blog, or my FB page.  And since this week I'm also featured over at Mary's Garden, you can try over there.  Don't worry; the questions will be easy, and you should be able to figure out where to go.

At the end of each day, I'll draw a random winner, so leave your email address AND the format you'd like your book (kindle, nook, pdf) in the comment section.

Question #1:  In my interview with Mary, I mentioned I have a YA book in the works.  What natural disaster  is it based on?

And for your reading enjoyment, here's a an except from Book #1, Love On The Rocks:


Elicia discovered her class load began to be harder and more stressful. By the end of the first month, her business math and accounting classes had her so frustrated she wanted to scream. Brent tried to help her but became frustrated by her incomprehension.

"You may just have to drop it, babe, and retake it. I don't know what else to tell you, other than to see if you can find a better tutor."

Elicia groaned and leaned back against the wall. "My dad's not going to be happy about this. Why didn't I pay closer attention?" She pushed her hands through her hair. "I guess I have no choice. Accounting is not that hard, but for some reason, the math is just beyond me. And if the professor wasn't so damn boring, it would be easier to stay awake in class."

Brent laughed. "You've fallen asleep in class?"

Elicia glared at him and sat up. "Only once, and it was with my eyes open." She reached forward and shut the textbook. "I'll see if it's too late to get a tutor tomorrow. Got anything in the fridge?"

Brent tossed her a beer. "Little early for you, isn't it?"

"I don't care." Elicia popped the tab. "I'm tired of studying, tired of trying to understand it, and I just want to unwind." She took a drink then cocked her head to one side. "You know, I really wish I could just take life easy for a while, instead of constantly having to hit the books. But no, I have to study hard, make good grades, and get a job downtown in a good company, so my dad can be proud of me." She tipped the can to her lips and giggled. "It's funny, no matter how hard I try it's never good enough for him. I dated the quarterback, the fucking star of the class, but did he care? No. I made the top ten in my class, and all he said was, 'you should have been valedictorian.' I brought my econ grade up a few points, and he's going, 'you should have made the Dean's list like Diana.' Well I say fuck the Dean's list, and fuck Diana." She crumpled the beer can and tossed it into the wastebasket. "And you know what they're gonna say when and if I ever show them the pin and tell them about you? Dad's going to say, 'he's not good enough for you,' or else he'll accuse you of doing only God knows what." She stood and walked to the refrigerator. "That's why Jeff is up at Notre Dame. Daddy wanted to get us as far away as possible from each other and threatened to pull the scholarship if he even so much as contacted me again."

Brent’s mouth hung open. "Why did he do that?" He blinked. "He...he actually threatened the guy? That's insane!"

Elicia opened another beer. "Yup. Right now your only saving factor is that number one, you're in law school, and number two, Daddy doesn't know you exist yet."

Brent shook his head. "I can't believe...what does your dad do, that he's got that much influence?"

Elicia looked at him. "He's on the Board of Education, didn't I tell you?"

"Whew," Brent sounded relieved. "I thought for a moment he was a congressman or some high official."

"I thought I told you." Elicia drained her beer can. "All my life, Dad's always harped on education this, education that. Grades, grades, grades. That's all I hear. Sometimes I think I was born into the wrong family. Why can't I have a social life as well? 'Because it might distract you from your studies.' Humph," she snorted. "And I thought going to college was supposed to be fun."

"It is. And you're having a good time, aren't you?"

"Yes, until report card time." She slid off the bed. "I'll be able to bluff my way through about this month, because all I'll have to say was I was upset about the Dolphin's losing the Super Bowl. Dad will understand; he's a Dan Marino fan." She threw her beer can into the trashcan. "I'm going back to the room. I'll see you later." Tossing her backpack over her shoulder, she departed.

Buy link:  http://store.sweetcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=31&products_id=7

See you tomorrow! Good luck:)