Monday, September 13, 2010
Anne Marsh ~ Virtual Blog Tour ~ BOND WITH ME~ Prizes for one lucky commenter
Since Alisha’s getting herself a Nook…
As some readers know, Dorchester Publishing recently announced a rather radical shift in their publishing program. Instead of publishing mass market paperbacks, Dorchester decided to publish only ebooks for 2010 and move to a combination of ebooks and trade paperbacks in 2011. My fellow Dorchester authors and September 2010 releases learned about this change slightly more than two weeks before our release date. I’d read precisely one ebook before learning that I was about to become an ebook author: one of Harlequin’s very first Nocturne Bites. Despite (or perhaps because of) a day job as a technical writer creating online help for educational software, I loathe reading books in digital form. I adore my paper. I’d far rather stare at the Gutenberg Press than the Nook. But… all these people using ereaders have to know something I don’t, right?
Sure, I have the usual concerns: I don’t want (and can’t afford) to drop hundreds of dollars on an electronic doohickey; reading digitally is different (no matter what people claim, flipping electronic pages is simply not the same); eating and Nook-ing or Kindle-ing seems fundamentally wrong (because, while my new Kresley Cole has Cheeto stains on the edges, I wouldn’t dare do that to an ereader); and I can’t imagine taking an ereader into the tub given the number of books the Siamese has splashed when he decided that my bath time meant his playtime.
Five Things That Just Might Convince Me To Read eBooks:
1. Finding the sex scenes just got easier. Way easier. ‘Nuff said.
2. Publishers are teases. And this is a very, very good thing. Harlequin, for example, let me download five free Harlequins for Kindle. Sure, Harlequin wants me to buy more books, but I’ve never been offered a stack of print books to whet my appetite before. Dorchester has been giving away authors for a limited time as well; THE HUNT, my first release, will be available at least in part over on Border’s True Romance blog shortly.
3. Reading on the train just got more anonymous. While, in theory, I have no issue with the entire world knowing what I’m reading, in practice: I do. Particularly since the last time I was flipping through one of Lora Leigh’s racier books, I looked over—and the man sitting next to me was reading a very well-worn Bible.
4. My TBR pile no longer resembles the Leaning Tower of Pisa. While I’m secretly addicted to being surrounded by stacks of books (the unsurprising side effect of too many years spent working in libraries), I’m not a fan of the new airline luggage charges. Or dragging bags of books to and from the train station. Or running out of things to read when I get stuck on the train. Or waiting for the kids. Or… Portability is a good thing. I’d been holding out for an inter-dimensional portal space like the one Yaniff created in Dara Joy’s novels, but maybe an ereader would do the trick.
I’m still thrilled that BOND WITH ME, my new release, will be both a digital and a print release (even if the print release has been delayed until May 2011)—it seems like having my cake and eating it, too. Do you have a preferred format? What would it take to get you to change from one to the other?
BUY LINK FOR BOND WITH ME
Blurb for BOND WITH ME:
Fallen angels...They rule Moscow’s seedy underworld, promising untold pleasure to the females who dare to mate them. That promise – and Brends Duranov’s own raw sexual power – has hopefuls mobbing the velvet rope outside his elite club G2’s.
But Mischka Baran has no intention of hooking up with one of the Fallen. Not even after Brends gives her an unforgettable taste of the sin and seduction he can deliver with those wicked lips. She’s after information, not a stint as some Goblin’s toy of the month. What she doesn’t know is that with a sadistic killer carving up his brethren, Brends is playing for keeps, hunting the one woman whose bloodline can end the mayhem, whose bond can restore his lost wings.
Excerpt from BOND WITH ME:
Had his eyes darkened? Surely, he couldn’t smell her arousal. He couldn’t know what she fantasized about at night. He was a fallen angel, not a mind reader.
Then again, fallen angels specialized in bringing fantasies to life.
Self-consciously, Pell shifted on the leather seat, the slick material clinging to her bare skin. This was awkward. She knew Dathan had a certain reputation among her human friends, but she’d never seen this side of him. The charming, nonchalant companion had vanished.
Dathan’s hand, strong and sure, stroked an unfamiliar path across her bare thigh. His eyes didn’t release hers, and that hand—that wicked hand—continued its slow, bold march higher.
They’d been friends for ages, so why was he doing this now? And why was she so interested in letting him? Was this all because she’d told him about her stalker?
His hand nudged her thighs apart. She knew she should resist. But at the same time she didn’t want to. Nothing screwed up a friendship faster than sex, and yet…
His fingers inched to the edge of her thong.
“We’re in the middle of a club, Dathan. Someone will see.” Could he tell how wet she was for him?
He shook his head slowly. “This is mine.”
His fingers pressed against her, rubbing the soaked fabric of her panties against her pussy.
She heard herself whimper his name, the dark, needy whisper from her own mouth shocking her.
“You’re going to bond with me, Pell,” he said in the unfamiliar, hard voice. “And in exchange, I’ll keep you safe.”
From the man on her trail, maybe. She had no doubt he could do that.
But who was going to keep her safe from Dathan?
Anne will be giving away:~~for one randomly drawn commenter: a gift package consisting of an autographed copy of The Hunt, a mother-of-pearl shell, shell necklace, tiare-scented bath salts, two monoi lotions, and monoi oil, all from Bora Bora ($75 value).