Ruby's party blazes on with links to my posts on brainstorming, excerpts on Ruby's drug struggles, hot character sketches of Blane and Ruby and more. Enter the Rafflecopter for prizes! Plus there's a bonus prize for the most creative guess as to what the Red critter is in the picture below. But first, here's where you can find Ruby. Big hugs to all who buy, read, review and tweet about her, because readers make the world go around for us indies.
Ruby on Kindle, the illustrated paperback, on Nook
Today (Friday's) revelers!
Donna Galanti has a scary Ruby medical excerpt
Book Whirlwind has a Ruby excerpt on her drug struggles
Beth Fred has my post on brainstorming
Kelly Hashway has a sizzling Ruby & Blane encounter Mom With a Kindle has a Ruby & Blane character sketch Twilight Sleep has a snippet of Ruby's first frightening encounter at The Greening & an extra prize! Always Jo Art has two special giveaways! Buried Under Books is a cool blog too, A Chick Reading has two mega-giveaways! The Bookish Owl, an extra Owlish giveaway!
Thursday's blog revelers: Oops, I Read a Book Again & Hot off the Shelves
Wednesday's Ruby blog revelers: Crystal Hicken Collier (where you guess which of my three "truths" is a big fat lie), Alex J Cavanaugh, Whimsically Yours, Wintry Words, Fresh Pot of Tea, Eclipse Reviews, Katie Clark Writes & Michael Ventrella.
Can you guess what this red critter is? Hint: it's NOT a bird. Most creative answer gets you a special, bonus prize!
Lastly, which of these Ruby lines most intrigues you? It's fascinating to know what others feel about our characters and stories.
#1: I reach for the velvety sack in my cloak and feel the reassuring give of the powder. It’s diminishing with every dose, and I won’t be able to make more here. I need to ration it carefully. My heart hammering, I flutter into the bathroom, inch open the drawstring and shake a line onto my wrist. I inhale greedily, desperately.
#2: When the man sees my face and my electric haze of hair, his eyes soften. That spark of wonder that men get whenever they gaze at me is in his eyes. That spark I almost always hate. Somehow with this stranger, it fills me with unexpected lightening.
#3: My arm is smarting. I turn it over gingerly to survey the damage, and gasp. It’s not bleeding red—rather some thin, greenish liquid. My insides freeze. “Armonk, I need to find that doctor now.”
He rushes over. His pale, frightened expression tells me he agrees.
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Ruby with a Dragon Lizard, by Catherine Stine |
Today (Friday's) revelers!
Donna Galanti has a scary Ruby medical excerpt
Book Whirlwind has a Ruby excerpt on her drug struggles
Beth Fred has my post on brainstorming
Kelly Hashway has a sizzling Ruby & Blane encounter Mom With a Kindle has a Ruby & Blane character sketch Twilight Sleep has a snippet of Ruby's first frightening encounter at The Greening & an extra prize! Always Jo Art has two special giveaways! Buried Under Books is a cool blog too, A Chick Reading has two mega-giveaways! The Bookish Owl, an extra Owlish giveaway!
Thursday's blog revelers: Oops, I Read a Book Again & Hot off the Shelves
Wednesday's Ruby blog revelers: Crystal Hicken Collier (where you guess which of my three "truths" is a big fat lie), Alex J Cavanaugh, Whimsically Yours, Wintry Words, Fresh Pot of Tea, Eclipse Reviews, Katie Clark Writes & Michael Ventrella.
Can you guess what this red critter is? Hint: it's NOT a bird. Most creative answer gets you a special, bonus prize!
Lastly, which of these Ruby lines most intrigues you? It's fascinating to know what others feel about our characters and stories.
#1: I reach for the velvety sack in my cloak and feel the reassuring give of the powder. It’s diminishing with every dose, and I won’t be able to make more here. I need to ration it carefully. My heart hammering, I flutter into the bathroom, inch open the drawstring and shake a line onto my wrist. I inhale greedily, desperately.
#2: When the man sees my face and my electric haze of hair, his eyes soften. That spark of wonder that men get whenever they gaze at me is in his eyes. That spark I almost always hate. Somehow with this stranger, it fills me with unexpected lightening.
#3: My arm is smarting. I turn it over gingerly to survey the damage, and gasp. It’s not bleeding red—rather some thin, greenish liquid. My insides freeze. “Armonk, I need to find that doctor now.”
He rushes over. His pale, frightened expression tells me he agrees.