Why am I doing this, you ask? Is it because:
A) I'm desperate for attention and acknowledgment.
B) My heart of gold longs to share with others.
C) It's a clever ruse to increase my blog traffic, which in turn will feed my plans for world domination.
D) All of the above.
or E) Who cares? Free eBooks!
I'd like to remind the reader that there is no wrong answer to this question.
All you have to do to enter to win one of a dozen eBooks of my bestselling* novel Bridging The Gaps is read the excerpt below and leave a comment with your email address. Of course if you want to blog, tweet, facebook, email or otherwise tell all of your friends about it, that would be nice, but it's not necessary.
The excerpt is a Christmas scene because the Valentine's Day scenes have major spoilers and I thought I should stick with a holiday:
Three knocks had signaled Ellen’s arrival at Henry’s apartment. He shut the door and pulled her into a long, slow kiss, then released her and went to pour the wine. She leaned against the door for a moment and looked around.
Henry’s place was larger than she’d expected. Stephanie’s entire apartment could fit in his living room. Of course Henry could afford all this. He’d decorated mostly with mistletoe; it was everywhere. There was an artificial pre-lit tree in one corner with a few ornaments and a silver tinsel garland.
“Here you are.” He handed her a glass of wine. “Would you like to watch a movie? I have a nice selection of rented DVDs here: It’s a Wonderful Life; White Christmas; Mrs. Claus and the Very Naughty Elves.”
She laughed and sat down. “How about some music?”
“Coming right up.” He put on an instrumental holiday CD he’d found in the bargain bin at a local store and sat down next to her. “So…do you come here often?”
“No. This is my first time.”
“Well let me give you the tour.” He stood and held out a hand to her, which she took obligingly. They walked slowly through the apartment. “This is the living room. That’s the kitchen. Here’s the bathroom. A spare room I’m not using at the moment.”
They came to the last door and Ellen opened it. Glancing back at him she went in the room and settled on the bed. “Won’t you join me?”
“Hell yes.” He downed the rest of his wine and left the glass on a table in the hallway. This time she didn’t mention the language. He sat next to her and pulled pins from her hair, setting them on the bedside table. Then he put an arm around her and just sat.
“Aren’t you going to unwrap your present?”
“You mean it’s not going to unwrap itself?”
“It’s an old-fashioned present.”
“Oh, I see. Well then I’d better get to work.”
That's it. Leave a comment before 11:59 pm US Central Time on the 14th. Winners will be chosen by random drawing. Spreading the word, or saying nice things about the excerpt will not improve your chances of winning but will endear you to me greatly. :o)
(*among novels set in Wisconsin and featuring one or more dentists in a romantic role)