OCTOBERFEST GIVEAWAY ONE

Don't ask me how I forgot, but this post was supposed to have gone up yesterday. My birthday is in October (18th...go Librans), so this month is extra special to me. To celebrate, I plan on saying THANK YOU to my fans the best way I know how, by hosting a giveaway every week.

I'll be participating in a Halloween Blog Hop later this month, but until then some lucky reader with get some fun goodies.

First week asigned copy of BETRAYED and a book bag

TO ENTER:
1.  Post your name below.

2. If you make the effort to spread the word about the giveaway (FB, Tweet, blog, GR), I'll appreciate that, so leave your links in your post

Contest is International
Giveaway ends Saturday night.
Winner will be announced on Sunday, and on Monday, another giveaway.
Woohoo, wouldn't write without you.

I'll leave you with this scene from BETRAYED:

Lil and Bran’s Tender Moment

I gasped when Bran scooped me up in one clean swoop, one arm behind me and the other under my knees. “What are you doing?”

“Distracting you.” He sat on my chair and settled me on his lap. “When are you going to be done?”

“Soon.”

Bran peered over my shoulder as I typed, his warm breath brushing the side of my face. Mmm. Minty. I wanted to turn my head and kiss him, but I knew I wouldn’t want to stop and I needed to finish my homework. His energy caressed mine and I caught my breath. It was so hard to resist him, especially when I knew how badly he wanted to kiss me.

“I can type faster than that,” he whispered.

“Show off.”

“Just stating a fact. You can link with me and tell me what to write. Oops, spelling error there,” he teased.

I ignored him, finished the last sentence, and clicked save. Scrolling to the top of the page, I reviewed the finished report.

“Hmm, the opening paragraph is pretty good,” he said, lifting hair from my nape to plant a kiss there.

The snappy retort I planned died when I looked at him over my shoulder. His wolfish smile dared me to seize the moment. I wanted to send him away until I completed my work, but his smoldering emerald eyes kept me rooted. Turning slightly, I leaned forward to taste his lips.

He took over, forking his fingers through my hair to grip the back of my head. Homework ceased to matter. Worries about the mediums flew out the window and into the cold night. His energy and scent wrapped around me like a cocoon. I wound my arms around his neck and savored the taste of him, the feel of him.

One second we were trying to be as close as physically possible with our clothes on, the next my back connected with the soft cover of my duvet. He’d teleported us to bed.

I giggled, tugging him down. Our legs and arms tangled, lips dueled. We rolled across the bed then fell off, landing on the carpeted floor with a thud. I squealed and started to laugh, but one look at Bran and my laughter died a quick death.

He rolled back to his knees. Fire burned in his eyes. My floral yellow pajama bottoms and tank top, the navy blue robe and matching fuzzy slippers were nothing to brag about, yet the look in his eyes said I was the sexiest girl he’d ever seen.

Kiss me, I telepathed him.

Always impatient. He ran a finger down my neck and paused at the neckline of my pajama top.

My breath stalled, heart pounding with excitement. Knowing exactly how he felt about me, what he wished we could be doing drove me more than a little crazy. Despite the promise he made Grampa, I wanted to fly with him and visit unknown territories. Maybe the meeting at HQ spooked him or something, but his thoughts matched mine.

Everything else became blurred as I focused on Bran’s gorgeous face. I wrapped my fingers through his, loving the feel of his large hands against my slender ones, loving the way his needs mingled with mine. My nerves wound tighter than a finely tuned musical instrument.

My eyes widened when pain shot from him and slammed into me. He appeared to fold into himself.