Day 30 #blogflash2012 - Winning (Giveaway!)

What better way to celebrate winning than with a giveaway! :) My first novella, Blue Moon House is releasing in just TWO days! On that same day my publisher is releasing the third installment of the Campus Sexploits anthologies, including a short story by yours truly. How about that?! Would you like to win one? Would you like to win both?! Sorry, you can't win both, but you can win a copy of Blue Moon House AND get a coupon for Campus Sexploits 3. In fact, everyone can have one of those! All you have to do is leave a comment with your email address. I'll pass that on. And two lucky comments will get a free copy, one of Blue Moon House and one of CS3. Sound like a good idea? I think so. And just to whet your appetite, here a couple links to excerpts from BMH and a teaser from The Highest Bidder, included in Campus Sexploits 3.

Please, leave me some love.

Update: Due to the slow responses, I'll keep this contest open until the end of Sept. 1, my release day.

“Next, I have Tim Cooper. Do I have a hundred?” Tim was a linebacker and looked especially uncomfortable in his jacket and tie. He was an extremely large man with some fat over the muscles that made him a good defensive player. He was tall and wide with brown hair that fell limply on his forehead, covering his eyes. It wasn’t a huge surprise the bidding wasn’t fast or furious.

“A hundred. One of you lovely ladies has a hundred dollars for this fine gentleman.” Laura looked around at her friends as well as the others in the auditorium. Many were whispering or giggling. Tim’s ruddy cheeks grew even redder and blotches appeared on his neck. “Seventy-five?” The auctioneer asked.

Laura couldn’t stand watching Tim showed like a piece of livestock. Other girls would bid on Bobby. She needed to rescue Tim. The auction had been fun, a lark, but Laura wasn’t so sure it was fun anymore.

“Three hundred,” she said, standing up. The money was going to a good cause and the complimentary dinner provided was at least seventy-five dollars on its own. Plus, she was sure the inflated bid would save the night from being a complete disaster.

“Laura? What are you doing?” Jocelyn asked from beside her. She had asked Laura for a loan to bid on someone. Laura passed two of her five hundreds to her.

“The right thing,” Laura answered, hanging her bag on her shoulder. Laura passed the remaining three bills to the auctioneer and moved to the edge of the stage, holding her hand out for Tim.

The large man delicately plucked a red rose from the vase as he passed. “Thank you,” he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. He offered his arm and she slipped her hand through. Even in her stilettos, he towered a full six inches over her. She hoped her hair looked fine from the top. She tucked the rose in her thumb to tease her blond bangs with her free hand.