PASSION FOR THE GAME

For the notorious Lady Winter, seduction and duplicity are required to survive. Cunning and precision are the tools of pirate Christopher St. John. Pitted against one another, they are a surprise waiting to happen…

Now just $1.99 on Kindle until December 3rd!

Set a criminal to catch a criminal

Christopher St. John and Maria, Lady Winter are infamous in Society for their misdeeds and their charming allures. Wherever they go, scandalized whispers and covetous glances follow. A ruthless pirate and a widow whose two husbands have met untimely deaths, the wickedly renowned figures are even more intriguing to the authorities. Now they’ve been set on the most provocative of tasks–St. John is released from prison to learn the “Wintry Widow’s” intimate secrets, while Lady Winter is charged with performing a similar deception in reverse. One will succeed. One will hang.

From ballroom to bedroom, they’re perfectly matched

With the fate of loved ones in the balance, the unlikely couple embarks upon a battle of wills and wits that takes them from glittering ballrooms to the depths of the underworld to the candlelit pleasures of the bedroom. As they fall helpless to a desire and startling affinity neither expected, the deadly web of their subterfuge closes in, forcing them to make a choice. Individual freedom? Or an audacious scheme to keep an impossible yet irresistible love…

Hi, Everyone!

Tuesday (January 25), was the release date of my latest book, Pride and Pleasure. As part of the celebration for this new release, I’ve been hopping around the web this week and giving away prizes. (“like” me on Facebook to see where I’ll be.)

In keeping with the word “pleasure” in the title, I’m sharing some of my guilty pleasures. I’m spreading pieces of my list around (and a few different excerpts – Check out Cynthia Eden’s blog for the first part of the list). Each chunk will have a different prize, so you hope you’ll join me and share your guilty pleasures.

One commenter on this post will be selected (via random.org) to receive two of my historical romance anthologies: Bad Boys Ahoy!, and Perfect Kisses, along with some other goodies.

Guilty Pleasures (that I don’t feel all that guilty about…):

6 ) Legal television dramas. I’m a huge fan of these. My list of must-see shows is weighted heavily with courtroom and police dramas: The Good Wife, Harry’s Law, L&O: SVU, L&O Los Angeles, Chase… I know I’m missing some.

7 ) Fried foods. Soooo bad for me, I know. But I love them. Crave them, even. Yummm…

8 ) New York. I’m a novice tourist. I wander around wide-eyed and awed, infatuated and intimidated. I make it a rule to visit at least once a year, always for business meetings, but with time to enjoy the city. I love being able to walk pretty much everywhere (most especially because riding in NY cabs takes years off my life). I love the food, the buildings, the mix of cultures, and sea of people. There’s no place like it on earth.

9 ) Lisa Kleypas. My favorite author. I’ve loved her books for so long. Since she was writing for Onyx (and those books are on my treasured/not-to-be-lent-to-anyone shelf). She’s a guaranteed read for me, which is priceless.

10) Purple. My favorite color! I love all shades, from periwinkle, to lavendar, to royal purple. (although the latter is probably my most favorite) It’s a happy color for me. I enjoy looking at, decorating with it, and wearing it.

Now it’s your turn! What are some (or at least one!) of your guilty pleasures?

Pride and Pleasure
Available Today! – January 25, 2011

Wealth has its dangers…

There are disadvantages to being an heiress, as Eliza Martin knows well. Fortune hunters flock to her, acquaintances lie and pander, and lately, someone is engineering “accidents” to propel her to the altar. But Eliza will not be bullied, and she will get to the bottom of this plot. All she needs is a man to infiltrate her assemblage of suitors and find the culprit. Someone not easily noticed; a proficient dancer, quiet, and even-tempered.

…so do certain men

Thief-taker Jasper Bond is entirely too large, too handsome, and too dangerous. Who would believe that an intellectual like Eliza would be seduced by a man of action? But the combination of her stubbornness and the mystery makes the case one Jasper can’t resist. Client satisfaction is a point of pride and it’s his pleasure to prove he’s just the man she needs after all…

Excerpt:

London, England 1818

As a thief-taker, Jasper Bond had been consulted in a number of unusual locations, but today was the first in a church. Some of his clients were at home in the rookeries his crew haunted. Others were most comfortable in the palace. This particular prospective client appeared to be one of strong faith since he’d designated St. George’s as the location of their assignation. Jasper suspected it was considered a “safe” place, which told him this person was ill at ease with retaining an individual of dubious morality. That suited him fine. He would probably be paid well and kept at a distance: his favorite sort of commission.

Alighting from his carriage, Jasper paused to better appreciate the impressive portico and Corinthian columns of the church’s façade. Muted singing flowed outward from the building, a lovely contrast to the frustrated shouts of coachmen and the clatter of horse’s hooves behind him. His cane hit the street with a thud, his gloved palm wrapped loosely around the eagle’s head top. With hat in hand, he waved his driver away.

Today’s appointment had been arranged by Mr. Thomas Lynd, a man who shared Jasper’s trade and confidence for many reasons, not the least of which was his mentorship of Jasper in the profession. Jasper would never presume to call himself a moral man, but he did function under the code of ethics Lynd had taught him–help those in actual need of it. He did not extort protection money as other thief-takers did. He did not steal goods with one hand in order to charge for their return. He simply found what was lost and protected those who wanted security, which begged the question of why Lynd was passing on this post. With such similar principles, either of them should have been as good as the other.

Because Jasper had an inordinate fondness for puzzles and mysteries, he was too intrigued by Lynd’s motives to do anything besides follow through. This, despite the location being one that necessitated his handling the inquiry personally, which was something he rarely did. HHHHe preferred to work through trusted employees to retain the anonymity necessary to his greater personal plans.

Mounting the steps, he entered St. George’s and paused to absorb the wave of music that rolled over him. Near the front on the right side was the raised canopied pulpit; on the left, the bi-level reading desk. The many box pews were empty of the faithful. Only the choir occupied the space, their voices raised in musical praise.

Jasper withdrew his pocket watch and checked the time. It was directly on the hour. In his profession, he found it highly useful to be a slave to punctuality. He moved to the stairs that would take him up to the right-side gallery for his appointment.

When he reached the landing, he paused. His gaze was drawn to and held by wild tufts of white hair defying gravity. One hopelessly overworked black ribbon failed to tame the mass into anything but a messy, lopsided queue. As he watched, the unfortunate owner of the horrendous coiffure reached up and scratched it into further disarray.

So fascinated was Jasper with the monstrosity of that hair, it took him a moment to register the petite form beside its owner. Once he did, however, his interest was snared. In complete opposition to her companion, the woman was blessed with glossy tresses of a reddish-blond hue so rare it was arresting. They were the only two people in the gallery, yet neither had the tense expectation inherent in those who were awaiting an individual or event. Instead they were singularly focused on the choir below.

Where was the individual he was scheduled to meet?

Sensing she was the object of perusal, the woman turned her head and met Jasper’s weighted gaze. She was attractive. Not in the exceptionally remarkable way of her hair but pleasing all the same. Deep blue eyes stared at him from beneath thick lashes. She had an assertive nose and high cheekbones. When she bit her lower lip, she displayed neat white teeth, and when her lips pursed, she revealed a tiny dimple. It was a charming face rather than beautiful, and notable for her seeming displeasure at the sight of him.

“Mr. Bond,” she said, after a slight delay. “I did not hear you approach.”

One could blame the choir’s singing for that. However, the truth of it was that he walked silently. He’d learned the skill long ago. It had saved his life then, and continued to do so in recent years.

Standing, she moved toward him with a determined stride and thrust out her hand. As if cued, the singers below ended their hymn, leaving a sudden silence into which she said, “I am Eliza Martin.”

Her voice surprised him. Soft as a summer breeze, but threaded with steel. The sound of it lingered, stirring his imagination to travel in directions it shouldn’t.

He shifted his cane to his other hand and accepted her greeting. “Miss Martin.”

“I appreciate your courtesy in meeting with me. However, you are exactly what I feared you would be.”

“Oh?” Taken aback by her direct approach, he found himself becoming more intrigued. “In what way?”

“In every way, sir. I contacted Mr. Lynd because we require a certain type of individual. I regret the need to say you are not he.”

“Would you object to my request for elaboration?”

“The points are too numerous,” she pronounced.

“Nevertheless, a man in my position seeks predictability in others but fears it in himself. Since you state I am the epitome of what you did not want, I feel I must request an accounting of the criteria upon which you based your judgment.”

Miss Martin seemed to ponder his response a moment. In the brief time of introspection, Jasper collected what his instincts had recognized upon first sight: Eliza Martin was intensely aware of him. Without her cognizance, her baser senses were reacting to him much the way his were to her: her delicate nostrils flared, her breathing quickened, her body swayed with the undercurrent of agitation… A doe sensing the hunter nearby.

“Yes,” she said, with a catch in her voice. “I can see why that would be true.”

“Of course it’s true. I never lie to clients.” He never bedded them either, but that was about to change.

“You have not been engaged,” she reminded, “so I am not a client.”

The man with the frightening hair intruded. “Eliza, marry Montague and be done with this farce.”

With the voicing of that one name, Jasper knew why he’d received the referral and how little chance Eliza Martin had of dismissing him.

“I will not be bullied, my lord,” she said firmly.

“Invite Mr. Bond to sit, then.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Skirting her, Jasper settled into the pew behind the one they occupied.

“Mr. Bond…” Miss Martin gave a resigned exhalation. “My lord, may I present Mr. Jasper Bond? Mr. Bond, this is my uncle, the Earl of Melville.”

“Lord Melville.” Jasper greeted the earl with a slight bow of his head. He knew of Melville as the head of the Tremaine family, a lot renowned for their eccentricities. “I believe you will find me to be highly suitable for any task in want of a thief-taker to manage it.”

Miss Martin’s blue eyes narrowed on him in silent reproach for attempting to circumvent her. “Sir, I am certain you are capable in most circumstances. However–”

“About the many points…?” he interjected, circling back. He disliked proceeding when there were still matters left unaddressed.

“You are overly tenacious.” She remained standing, as if prepared to show him out.

“An excellent trait to have in my profession.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mitigate the rest.”

“What rest?”

The earl’s gaze darted back and forth between them.

She shook her head. “Can we not simply leave it at that, Mr. Bond?”

“I would rather we didn’t.” He set his hat on the seat beside him. “I have always taken pride in my ability to manage any situation put before me. How will I provide exemplary service if I can no longer make that claim?”

“Really, sir,” Miss Martin protested. “I did not say you are unsuitable for your trade as a whole, only in regards to our situation–”

“Which is…?”

“A matter of some delicacy.”

“I cannot assist you if I am ignorant of the details,” he pointed out.

“I do not want your assistance, Mr. Bond. You fail to collect that.”

“Because you refuse to explain yourself. Mr. Lynd thought I was suitable and you trusted his judgment enough to arrange this meeting.” Jasper would pay Lynd handsomely for the referral. It had been far too long since he’d felt this level of interest in anything beyond his need for vengeance.

“Mr. Lynd does not have the same considerations I do.”

“Which are…?”

“Sir, you are exasperating.”

And she was fascinating. Her eyes sparkled with irritation, her right foot tapped against the floor, and her fisted hands moved often as if to rest on her hips. But she resisted the urge. He found her resistance most appealing. What would it take to break it and see her unrestrained? He couldn’t wait to find out.

“I will compensate you for your time today,” she said, “so all is not a complete loss to you. There is no need to continue this discussion.”

“You overlook the possibility that I might have intended to assign a member of my crew to you, Miss Martin. I would, however, need to know what your situation is so I can determine whose skills would best suit your requirements.” He intended to service her himself, but he wasn’t above a little subterfuge when the prize was this delicious.

“Oh.” She bit her lower lip again. “I hadn’t considered that.”

“So I noted.”

Miss Martin finally sank back onto the pew in a movement of eminent grace. “Just so we are clear you won’t do.”

“It isn’t clear.” He set his cane between his legs and placed his hands atop it, one over the other. “At least, not to me.”

She glanced at his lordship, then–reluctantly–back to Jasper. “You force me to say what I would rather not, Mr. Bond. Frankly, you are too handsome for the task.”

He was stunned into momentary silence. Then, he relished an inner smile. How delightful she was, even when cross.

“Mr. Lynd was less conspicuous than you,” she continued. “You are quite large and, as I said, far too comely.”

Lynd was a score of years older and average in height, features, and build. Jasper looked to the earl and found the man staring at his niece with confusion. “I fail to see what bearing my face has on my investigate skills.”

“In addition–” her voice grew stronger as she warmed to the topic of his faults, “–it would be impossible to disguise the air about you which distinguishes you.”

“Pray tell me what that is.” He was beginning to find it difficult to hide his growing enjoyment of the conversation.

“You are a predator, Mr. Bond. You have the appearance of one, and you carry yourself like one. To be blunt, you are clearly capable of being a dangerous man.”

“I see.” Fascination deepened to captivation. Perhaps she wasn’t so innocent after all. He spent obscene amounts of coin on his attire, deliberately crafting an appearance so polished very few saw past it to the rough edges underneath.

“I doubt you would be effective at your profession if you were not possessed of both predatory and dangerous qualities,” she qualified in a conciliatory tone.

“And many others,” he offered.

Miss Martin nodded. “Yes, I suspect the trade requires you to be well versed in a multitude of skills.”

“It certainly helps.”

“However, your masculine beauty negates all of that.”

Jasper was ready to move forward. “Would you get to the point, Miss Martin? What–exactly–did you intend to hire me to accomplish?”

“Quite a bit, actually. Protection, investigation, and… to act as my suitor.”

Warmest Wishes!

If you have an active blog, I’d love to send you two copies of Pride and Pleasure–one for you to enjoy and one for you to offer as a giveaway on your blog. Since we’re now just five weeks away from the release of Pride and Pleasure, I could really use your help to get the word out! (and if you don’t have an active blog, you can enter to win a copy by leaving a comment on this post)

How do you participate?

• Email me at sylvia@sylviaday.com saying you’re interested and include the link to your blog.
• You must agree to post the giveaway sometime between January 1st – January 21st, and include an image of the cover and the blurb (I’m happy to provide an excerpt, too)
• Send me a link to your blog post when it’s live, so I can post it on Twitter, Facebook, etc.
• You will pick the winner, collect their mailing address, and forward it to me along with your own mailing address. I’ll send the books to the winner and to you. (you can also select a different book from my backlist for yourself, if you prefer!)

This offer is available while supplies last!

If you have any questions, just shout out in the comments or email me at sylvia@sylviaday.com. Oh, and please check out my new website at www.sylviaday.com! It just launched last week and I’d love to hear what you think of it.

Thank you! And happy holidays!

Alice Duffy (Kate Duffy’s mom) is making her Broadway debut at the age of 81. She was recently interviewed on The Today Show and we have the video for you here:

Author Jo Leigh lost her husband this year to cancer. Theirs was a story of reunited lovers worthy of a romance novel. The loss of her husband hit her hard, both emotionally and financially. (authors are self-employed, so often have no medical insurance.)

In an effort to raise money to help her pay off those medical debts, the romance community has once again banded together to support one of their own and an auction is being held. This is a wonderful way to purchase gifts for yourself or a loved one.

Check out all the wonderful items here: http://www.forjoleigh.com

I’ve donated:

* two Marked series coffee mugs, a Tor Books keychain that lights up when squeezed, an autographed ARC of EVE OF DARKNESS (April 28, 2009), and some surprises

* a tote bag with an autographed coverflat and ARC of IN THE FLESH (June 2, 2009).

Please spread the word about the auction to any loops, forums, etc. that you might be on.

Hugs,
Sylvia

Happy Halloween! To celebrate, I’m giving away winner’s choice of my Brava backlist. Just tell me your favorite costume that you saw this year. Since the day is young, I’ll leave this open until Monday morning, when I’ll decide a winner.

Hope you have a hauntingly good time tonight! As for me, I’m herding my monsters around the neighborhood to get their tricks and treats. Our neighborhood goes all out for Halloween (like some do for the holidays) so there are plenty of haunted houses, giant blow-up pumpkins/Frankensteins/ghosts, and dead people popping out of caskets. Fun, scary stuff!

The Brava Authors have donated a couple “baskets” to Brenda Novak’s wonderful 4th Annual On-line Auction for Diabetes Research.

For the Brava Authors basket #1:

Passionate, provocative, intense, edgy…romantic. Brava novels have them all. Here is your chance to see for yourself with 22 titles straight from the Brava Authors (www.BravaAuthors.com) Remember there is a second Brava basket available for bidding. Here are the titles included in this one:

-DON’T TEMPT ME by Sylvia Day

-THE BLACK SHEEP AND THE HIDDEN BEAUTY by Donna Kauffman

-HOTTER AFTER MIDNIGHT by Cynthia Eden

-DOUBLE DANCING WITH DEAD by Karen Kelley

-TEMPERATURE”S RISING by Karen Kelley

-WITHOUT A WORD by E.C. Sheedy

-EXPLOSIVE by Charlotte Mede

-RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW by HelenKay Dimon

-DEAL WITH THIS by Lucy Monroe

-THE NORTHERN DEVIL by Diane Whiteside

-THE IRISH DEVIL (mass market) by Diane Whiteside

THE MANE EVENT by Shelly Laurenston

-SUN, SAND AND SEX antho by Linda Lael MIller, Jennifer Apodaca

-EXTREMELY HOT by Jennifer Apodaca

-WHO WANTS TO BE A SEX GODDESS by Gemma Bruce

-PERFECT WEAPON by Amy Fetzer

-YOU DON’T KNOW JACK by Erin McCarthy

-THE MATCHMAKER by Jamie Denton

-TEXAS BAD BOYS antho by Rosemary Laurey, Karen Kelley and Dianne Castell

-THE BANE AFFAIR by Alison Kent

-BEYOND A SHADOW by Alison Kent

-THE EDGE OF MIDNIGHT by Shannon McKenna

If you’d like to support this great cause by bidding on this basket, you can do so here.

For the Brava Authors basket #2:

Passionate, provocative, intense, edgy…romantic. Brava novels have them all. Here is your chance to see for yourself with 22 titles straight from the Brava Authors (www.BravaAuthors.com) Remember there is another Brava basket (Brava Basket #1) available for bidding. Here are the titles included in this one:

-ASK FOR IT by Sylvia Day

-THE BLACK SHEEP AND THE PRINCESS by Donna Kauffman

-HOTTER AFTER MIDNIGHT by Cynthia Eden

-HELL ON WHEELS by Karen Kelley

-TEMPERATURE’S RISING by Karen Kelley

-KISS TOMORROW GOODBYE by E.C. Sheedy

-EXPLOSIVE by Charlotte Mede

-RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW by HelenKay Dimon

-SATISFACTION GUARANTEED by Lucy Monroe

-THE NORTHERN DEVIL by Diane Whiteside

-THE IRISH DEVIL (mass market) by Diane Whiteside

THE MANE EVENT by Shelly Laurenston

-SUN, SAND AND SEX antho by Linda Lael MIller, Jennifer Apodaca

-EXTREMELY HOT by Jennifer Apodaca

-WHO WANTS TO BE A SEX GODDESS by Gemma Bruce

-HOT HARD by Amy Fetzer

-MOUTH TO MOUTH (mass market) by Erin McCarthy

-REMAIN SILENT by Jamie Denton

-TEXAS BAD BOYS antho by Rosemary Laurey, Karen Kelley and Dianne Castell

-THE PERFECT STRANGER by Alison Kent

-DEEP BREATH by Alison Kent

-OUT OF CONTROL by Shannon McKenna

If you’d like to support this great cause by bidding on this basket, you can do so here.

And a super cool auction for the inveterate Brava lover:

One year of Kensington BRAVA books and six months of Kensington BRAVA Advanced Reading Copies. Kensington doesn’t publish a set amount of these books every month, but you’ll get whatever they do publish. Because they’re trade paperback releases, they sell for $14 – $15 each. Together with the ARCs, that’s a big value!! Thank you, Editorial Director Kate Duffy!

If you’d like to support this great cause by bidding on this basket, you can do so here.

And I’ve donated a personal basket, too:

For my basket:

The winner of this auction will receive a tote bag filled with Godiva chocolate and a collection of Georgian Romances, autographed, from author Sylvia Day.

Titles in tote:

An autographed collection of her Georgian Series — ASK FOR IT, PASSION FOR THE GAME (hardcover), A PASSION FOR HIM, and DON’T TEMPT ME.

If you’d like to support this great cause by bidding on my donation, you can do so here.

Thank you!

How To Enter

Snap a photo of yourself holding the mass market version of ASK FOR IT. (sorry, but the trade version doesn’t qualify for this contest!) and send it to the email address listed on the contest page. Please include your name and mailing address in your email to expedite the mailing of prizes.

Have fun with the pics and feel free to be creative!! (but please, no photos too racy for a general audience.)

Bonus Entry:
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For contest prizes, dates, and the fine print, check the contest page!

Good luck!

It’s almost here! Yay! I am very excited.

So… I’m sharing an excerpt. Hope you enjoy!

Excerpt

Simon stood in the entryway of his home and pulled of his gloves one fingertip at a time, his movements deliberate and evenly paced. The action was meant to calm him, but it was taking too long. His breath heaved with his anger and his neck ached with tension.

Edward James had been visiting Lysette while she was “indisposed.” The man had stood in the window sans coat and waistcoat as if he were at home, his posture both defensive and possessive.

Simon had played this game before, coming to a head with a man over a desirable female. It was a diverting activity and Simon rarely had a true stake in the outcome. If he won the lady’s regard, the sex was wild and hot. If he lost it, he conceded with a smile and caught another.

This time, he was incensed. He would like to think it was only his pride that was bruised, but the truth was more disturbing than that. He had been happy those brief, passionate moments in the library. Not merely content or distracted but happy. To know that it had been nothing noteworthy to Lysette was a bitter realization to reach.

And then there was the feeling that he was losing his mind. He had disliked Lysette until last night. Now, suddenly, he felt murderous over the thought of her with another man.

Right now.

He growled and bounded up the stairs to his room, determined to change from his riding clothes to something more suitable for a night of bawdy delights. A hard fuck would get her out of his blood. Tomorrow he would be clear headed and ready to deal with her as he must.

“Mr. Quinn, you have a caller.”

Simon paused in the act of removing his cravat. He met his butler’s gaze in the mirror attached to the inside of his armoire door. “Who is it?”

“She would not give me her name, sir.”

Tensing at the news that his caller was female, he asked, “Would she happen to be blonde and beautiful?”

The butler’s mouth twitched. “Yes, sir.”

All of Simon’s simmering anger and frustration reheated to boiling. He yanked off the loosened linen and tossed it on the floor. She must have come haring directly after him in order to reach him so soon. Perhaps she realized how James’s show of propriety had ruined her plans for him, whatever they were.

For a moment, he debated sending her away without seeing her just to aggravate her in kind, but the thought of Eddington’s hold over him stayed his tongue. The sooner he knew what she was up to, the sooner he could be rid of her and away from the damnable lot of mischief makers.

“Where is his lordship?” he asked.

“Out for the evening, sir.”

With a long, rapid stride, Simon quit his chambers and descended to the lower floor. He was vaguely aware of his butler scrambling after him, but he paid the man no mind. He would not be needing tea or refreshments. If anything, he needed a stiff drink.

He paused on the threshold of the receiving parlor and found Lysette seated delicately on the edge of his yellow brocade settee. She was dressed in a bold burgundy gown, another color choice he would not have anticipated her to select but one he found potently alluring against her creamy skin. An elaborately decorated hat rested on the carved wooden side table and she twisted the strings of a matching reticule in her lap.

She was the picture of elegance and gentility…

…until she looked at him with the blue eyes that had lured him across a ballroom and into her arms.

Something akin to lightning raced across his skin. Burning. Tingling. Making him perspire. His heart rate picked up its pace and his chest lifted and fell unevenly.

As he entered, her expression of hesitation and wariness was swiftly replaced with heated feminine appreciation. Her gaze lowered to his bared throat and her tongue darted out to caress her lush lower lip.

When her eyes met his again, the raw, carnal hunger he saw in the crystalline depths hardened every muscle in his body, tightening his frame with coiling lust. A quarter of an hour ago he had wanted to strangle her. Now, he wanted nothing more than to lift her skirts and ride her to a screaming climax.

Again and again.

He growled and snapped, “Bah! You are not worth the trouble.”

Pivoting, he left the room.

Releasing Tuesday, March 25!

So… did you give away any books for the holidays? Did you receive any?

I didn’t technically get any books for presents, but just before Christmas I had a few friends send me ARCs of their upcoming books, which rocks, of course.

I gave my sister some books on how to Feng Shui her home. About a year ago, I used Feng Shui design in my office and I’ve been happy with it. I’ve been trying to get the rest of my family on board ever since. I did give away some coverflats of my upcoming January 8th fantasy release, but that’s not the same thing as a book, I know. I’ve been running a blog contest all month with daily book prizes, but again, not the same thing as a present. So non-fiction Feng Shui was the sum total of my book gifts this year.

Did you manage to be a better book giver than me?