May 26, 2011 — 643 words
By A.M. Harte
The apocalypse may or may not be coming soon -- make sure you are prepared!
Now, I'm sure you've already got your safe house, food supplies, greenhouses and weapons ready, but have you given any thought to entertainment?
Having the right entertainment is a key part of surviving an apocalypse. If there's nothing to do in your safe house, you'll eventually get bored out of your skull, go outside, and WHAM! Hello, zombies.
Now I'm NOT going to let that happen to you. So that's why this week I'm giving away a bunch of entertainment-friendly prizes like ebooks, a paperback, Amazon voucher, Kindle, and more!
First things first: the key to surviving the apocalypse is to be prepared. For that reason, I'm offering a 50% discount on my trusty zombie guide Hungry For You, which tells you everything you never knew about zombies, including an overview of the different types!
To take advantage of this offer, go to Smashwords and use coupon code ND25A before midnight on Saturday.
(Unless you don't want to survive the apocalypse, that is.)
The second most important part to survival is to be optimistic and have hope. But what if the worst happens and you get bitten?
Positivity is key! That's why I recommend you start loving zombies. If you love zombies, when you turn into one it won't be so depressing!
Not sure where to begin? This week I've written two guest posts on how I went from zombie-hater to a zombie-dater.
Over on Two Ends of the Pen is 10 Things I Hate About Zombies, outlining how Hungry For You began; and on Juniper Grove is a encouraging guest post called To Fellow Zombie Haters, about why you should love zombies, too.
On top of learning to love zombies, each post is running an ebook giveaway. When else has preparing for the apocalypse been a win-win?!
If you want to go the extra mile, remember to stick around this week and Party Like It's 1889.
Not only will you learn to love zombies, and therefore be less depressed if you become one. You'll also have more chances of winning our Kindle grand prize... meaning hours of entertainment for your safe house. So while other people get bored and go outside (and die), you'll stay inside and be safe!
Surviving the apocalypse in 4 easy steps:*
*actions may or may not help you survive the apocalypse.
I'm giving away a $10 Amazon voucher & a 1889 paperback this week (open worldwide)! Enter to win by commenting below & on the posts linked above. Each comment also counts as an entry to the Kindle giveaway! More details and ways to win available here.
May 24, 2011 — 530 words
By A.M. Harte
LONDON - Police investigators have today found irrefutable evidence that vampires are simply zombies in disguise. The investigation, which was prompted by an anonymous tip, revealed that a vampire's good looks and immortality are due to advances in transhuman medicine and not to vampire infection as previously believed.
The Camden Road Police Station received the anonymous tip a week ago, when officers were called to St Pancras Hospital after a 109-year-old vampire with symptoms of decay was admitted.
The vampire, Ed Masen, was visiting girlfriend Isabel Crowe for a long weekend when his finger fell off during an intimate moment.
"It took me by complete surprise," said Crowe during an exclusive interview with 9881 News, adding, "I loved him, but now that he's begun to decay I just don't feel the same way anymore."
Masen had previously spent two weeks in Transylvania, where detectives have uncovered a thriving black market for vampirification -- a combination of plastic surgery, botox and illegal pharmaceuticals which reprogram a zombie's 'time' gene into indefinitely preserving the body.
"It's a very popular surgery," confirmed a practitioner in Alba Iulia, ex-capital of the Transylvanian region. "Everyone is afraid of dying, and zombies are no different. Vampirification in fact betters their quality of life, helping them to maintain their mental and emotional faculties." But Masen's surgery was botched by an inexperienced doctor.
Millions of disappointed teenage vampire fans have taken to the streets today, burning tomes of vampire literature in protest. Camden's streets are already littered with ash, all that remains of thousands of copies of latest vampire hit Twine Light after doctors pinpointed the cause of the infamous 'vampiric sparkle' as a side-effect of full-body plastic surgery.
"I feel betrayed," admitted Crowe, her own copy of Twine Light discarded at her feet. "All this time I thought he loved me, but really he was just a coward, just another monster hungry for my flesh." Retrospectively, Crowe admits that the "signs were all there", but she didn't want to face them.
But the revelation has not been a complete surprise to all, with some bystanders watching the proceedings with thinly veiled amusement. "We've known all along," said Scotland Yard rather smugly. When asked why they'd allowed an entire generation to be misled by literature, they refused to comment.
Ed Mason was available for interview, but only groaned repeatedly in reply to our questions.
Police have urged all depressed teenagers to call the Vampire Recovery helpline, a support group which has published best-selling self-help guides such as Hungry For You.
I’ve got a $10 Amazon voucher & a paperback to give away! Enter to win by commenting below. Each comment also counts as an entry to the grand prize giveaway for a Kindle, VIP tickets, etc! More details and ways to win available here.
May 23, 2011 — 591 words
By A.M. Harte
Romance is DEAD! No, really. Like zombie-dead, but in a good way.
So you've frolicked with space pirates. You've taken classes from bears. You've fraternised with vampires.
But THIS week -- the last week of our month-long party -- you're going to get down and dirty with some zombies.
That's right. Party Like It’s 1889's last author is yours truly, A.M. Harte, also known as Anna 'Mistress-of-all' Harte.
And you're going to help me show the other authors what a real party looks like.
To kick things off, let's start with a 50% discount!
And best of all, some rogue zombie has taken a huge bite out of the $1.99 price! Shuffle over to Smashwords before Sunday May 29 and use coupon code ND25A to get your zombie fix for only $0.99! Impossible to resist!
STILL not convinced?
I'm far from done.
Up for grabs this week is a paperback of your choosing from the 1889 Labs library, not to mention a $10 Amazon voucher to spend on absolutely anything! Yes, even socks! #zombieslovesocks
The giveaway is open worldwide and winners will be chosen using a random number generator which will pull from all the comments my posts receive this week. The more comments you leave, the more chances you have to win, so get your fingers ready!
For a chance to win the Amazon voucher or paperback, take a bite from as many victims below as possible!
1. Leave a comment on this very post right now telling me whether you think zombies can swim, and why.
2. Tweet about the contest using the hashtag #1889party and get your friends involved!
3. Post "I, too, am a zombie" on my Facebook page!
4. Check out this week's recap to get extra entries into this week's giveaway!
5. For TEN extra entries, post a photo on the 1889 Labs facebook wall of you, your cat, or whatever/whoever you want, reading Hungry For You (either print or ebook).
Couldn't be easier! The contest closes Saturday May 28 at 11:59 EDT, with winners announced on Sunday.
Remember! Every comment you leave this week is also an entry into the grand prize giveaway for a Kindle, VIP tickets & more! #woohoo
This week's your LAST chance to enter the grand prize giveaway! Up for grabs are a Kindle, VIP tickets (10+ free advance ebooks!), & an ARC of our next upcoming release! What are you waiting for? More details here.
May 22, 2011 — 510 words
By Kit Iwasaki
Only one more week of Party Like It's 1889 left. Only TEN more days till we announce the Kindle prize winner.
So let's whet your appetite for winning with the results of this week's giveaway!
The winner from What Book Is That? is Victoria Zumbrum!
And the winner from Two Ends of the Pen is Deb Peterson!
Your ebook prizes are waiting for you in your inboxes. Woohoo!
Left a comment on those sites but didn't win? Never fear, your comments count toward the Kindle grand prize.
The savvy among you know there's a $10 Amazon voucher and an 1889 Labs paperback up for grabs.
Well, not for grabs literally, because that would probably result in a lot of injuries and fighting and -- is that blood on your lip? You should clean that up. There are vampires nearby.
To distract the vampires from the blood, let's talk about next week (the LAST party week!) when fellow author A.M. Harte will yank back the reins in her usual dictator-ish style. She'll be talking about her zombie love anthology Hungry For You, and totally thinks she will win our little comment-off.
I told her there's no way she'd win. I mean, vampires are WAY sexier than zombies. She only smirked and said she has proof of something that will drag vampiric reputation through the mud, but I'm not worried. Nope. Not at all. But to be safe, DON'T stop by next week at all. (Unless you're desperate for that Kindle.)
I snatched the random number generator out of MCM's hands and got to work compiling all this week's entries.
The winner of this week's $10 Amazon voucher is Fran Coleman!
The winner of this week's 1889 paperback of his choice is Hazel O'Shea!
If you two can drop MCM a line at email@example.com, he'll get your prizes off to you ASAP 'cause he's a good little slave that way.
That's it for now! Be sure to stop by tomorrow for instructions on how to enter our last mini week giveaway before the Kindle grand prize announcement on June 1!
Remember, all your entries to any week's giveaway also count as entries to the Kindle grand prize giveaway. Check out this post for more details.
May 21, 2011 — 387 words
By Kit Iwasaki
Only one more week of Party Like It's 1889 left.
Clearly my week has been the best so far.
Not to mention all the free medical advice I've been giving out. Let's face it: MCM and Greg X Graves didn't stand a chance.
In case you missed out on any of this week's awesome, here's a recap:
Today is the last day to enter the giveaway for a $10 Amazon voucher and an 1889 Labs paperback — so get your entries in before midnight tonight!
1. Go to the intro post and tell us what type of transhuman you’d choose to be for an instant entry into the giveaway.
3. Check out the Slash and Burn teasers, and tell me how annoying my cliffhangers are.
4. Comment on my first ever Vampire General short story, The Simple Truth!
5. Tweet about the contest using the hashtag #1889party and get your friends involved!
6. For TEN extra entries, post a photo on the 1889 Labs Facebook wall of you, your cat, or whatever/whoever you want, reading an 1889 book (either print or ebook).
The giveaway closes TODAY, Saturday May 21, at 11:59 EDT, with winners announced tomorrow.
Remember, all your entries to this week’s giveaway also count as entries to the Kindle grand prize giveaway. Check out this post for more details.
May 20, 2011 — 407 words
By Kit Iwasaki
In about a month, the second book of Vampire General will be published.
It's called Slash and Burn and it will pick up where Intern With The Vampire left off.
What's Vampire General, you ask? Where have you been this week?!
Vampire General is my debut series. It's Gray's Anatomy with a paranormal twist. Think hospitals. Think vampires. Think medical drama and dramatic medicine. Think True Blood meets Scrubs.
Actually, enough with the thinking. Go grab Intern With The Vampire in the series from Smashwords. I'll even give you a 50% off coupon (expires tomorrow!): YE35S.
Run along. I'll wait here.
Okay, got it? Good.
So now that you're properly angry with me for that nail-biting cliff-hanger at the end of Intern With The Vampire, here's a couple teasers of what's to come in Slash and Burn:
1. Tournament Prospects Ruined
The latest admittance in Vampire General is a tournament-hopeful who's now on death's door. Sources say his cousin is "deeply concerned" by the injury.
2. Unrequited Love Rears Its Head!
What's medical drama without a love triangle to keep things confusing? And is unrequited love strong enough to tear a friendship apart?
3. Blast From The Past
Aline is contacted by someone she never expected to hear from again, and is forced to confront the life she's left behind.
4. A Furry Little Problem
Waxing won't solve this patient's problem, but without a cure, more than one life is at stake.
5. Burn, Baby, Burn
Physical burns take a long time to heal, but there are also other ways to burn: from shame, from embarrassment, and most of all from jealousy....
Nope, I'm not going to give you any more details. You'll have to wait till June to find out what happens next!
An advance copy of Slash and Burn could be YOURS! This month we’re giving away a Kindle, advance copies of every book we publish this year, and more! Enter to win by commenting below. More details available here.
May 19, 2011 — 566 words
By Kit Iwasaki
Have you been putting off that visit to the doctor? Ignoring that toothache?
Shame on you!
But never fear! I'm almost a doctor. Or at least, I'm the closest thing 1889 Labs has to a doctor, so if you want to make sure you're healthy, you should listen to me.
Now, I can't give you advice on that toothache, but I AM licensed to give you advice on finding happiness. In particular, happiness in the shape of lots of exciting prizes like ebooks, paperbacks, Amazon vouchers, Kindles, and more.
You got it. I'm talking about Party Like It's 1889.
This week on your prescription is my book, Intern With The Vampire. You can get it from Smashwords. You can even get 50% off using coupon code YE35S!
There's MORE you can do to increase your
chances of winning overall health.
You know what they say: a comment a day keeps the doctor away.
Over at What Book Is That? is my first ever guest post, The Anatomy of a Writer. This is a historic moment! I've written such things as how a doctor ends up magically turning into a writer. (Clue: with blood.)
And ANOTHER first. My first interview! On Two Ends of the Pen I've revealed for the first time where the idea for the Vampire General series came from. #yepreally
The more likely you are to win, the higher your happiness levels, the better your health! Simple!
Besides, typing is good excercise for your fingers. And reading is good eye-excercise.
So my official* advice as 1889 Labs' doctor is:
*advice may or may not be very official.
I'm giving away a $10 Amazon voucher & a paperback of your choosing this week (open worldwide)! Enter to win by commenting below & on the posts linked above. Each comment also counts as an entry to the grand prize giveaway! More details and ways to win available here.
May 17, 2011 — 1,950 words
By Kit Iwasaki
Exclusive to Party like it's 1889 -- a brand new, never-seen-before story set shortly before the events in Intern With The Vampire.
It was only the beginning of her shift, but Arlington already wanted to go home. She stood on one side of the hospital corridor, flipping through her patient’s charts with feigned concentration, intensely aware that every single other doctor in the area had positioned themselves as far away from her as possible. Even after seven years here, they didn’t trust her. She supposed they never would: it came with the territory of being a black widow.
She bowed her head, lifted her clipboard slightly higher so that no one could see her close her eyes. Just one minute of respite, that’s all she asked for.
“Dr Arlington? Can I consult you on my case?”
Arlington lowered her clipboard, irritated by the interruption. She looked around slowly, watched every nurse and intern in the vicinity scuttle out of the way, all of a sudden far too busy to meet her gaze. Dr Niall alone remained beside her, the little half-smile on his face too familiar, too obvious.
She put on her best scowl, but he didn’t flinch. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
Niall ignored the warning in her voice, even dared to wink conspiratorially. “Please?” he said, oblivious to the other nurses, to the scene he was making. “I’d like your advice.”
“Dr Wolls is your supervisor,” she replied flatly. “I recommend you speak to him instead.”
“But I would like an external opinion,” Niall replied as he took half a step closer, invading her personal space and sending her pulse racing
Arlington forced down the stirrings of hunger, looked away so that Niall wouldn’t see the reddening tint of her irises. The other nurses were beginning to point and stare; soon the hospital gossip mill would be alive with excitement and the staff would place bets on how long the relationship would last.
She straightened, swept a vicious gaze around the corridor that made everyone look away. Then Arlington put away the clipboard and eyed Niall with growing irritation, feeling her animal urges rise to the fore, hungry for his blood. He only smiled, still standing too close for comfort, as if he wasn’t afraid of her. How stupid of him.
“Follow me,” she snapped. Arlington didn’t wait, simply marched off down the corridor, past the long row of hospital beds, the screaming patients and harried doctors, her heels clacking firmly against the tiled floor. A path cleared before her without her even having to say ‘excuse me’ once; being a black widow had its benefits, she supposed.
She cut straight across the lobby, to the main entrance of the hospital: two large automatic doors with blackened-out windows to keep out the sun. The doors slid open and she stepped through into the cool evening air, striding over to the far end of the emergency bay, Niall hurrying after her. The ground here was littered with crushed cigarette butts, the concrete smeared with black ash like smudged kisses on the pavement.
Arlington turned to face the main doors, back stiff, alert for eavesdroppers, but the emergency bay was, for once, empty.
Now that she was out here.... Arlington took a packet of cigarettes out from her lab coat pocket, ignored Niall’s huff of disapproval as she put a cigarette between her lips and lit the end. A long draw, the smoke released slowly through her nose. The rush of nicotine helped dampen her urges.
“Well?” she said, when it became clear Niall would not break the silence. “What case did you want to speak to me about?”
Niall lounged back against the building wall, arms crossed in a vain attempt at manliness. Oh, he thought he was manly, but he was too young to pull it off, too clean-cut with his short, dark curly hair and baby-blue eyes. “You shouldn’t tie your hair back so tightly,” he said. “You look better with it down.”
It figured he’d like the dumb blonde look. Arlington took another drag, exhaled the smoke out of her nose. “You have until I’m finished my cigarette to talk to me about your case. Then I’m going back inside.”
“Not a case. Us. I wanted to talk about us.”
She froze, looked at him. He was earnest, serious.
“There is no us.”
“I know you want to keep it secret, but—”
“There is no us,” she repeated.
He pushed off the wall, angry now. “What was last night then?”
“I thought it was self-evident. Sex.” She threw her cigarette away even though it wasn’t finished, ground the stub under her heel.
But Niall wasn’t done yet. “And the night before? And last week? Are you really going to deny what we have?” His pupils dilated, his eyes darkening, and Arlington felt her own body rush to respond, excited by the hunt, the proximity of her prey. She edged closer, torn between the desire to kiss and to kill.
“I love you,” Niall said, completely shattering the moment.
The words were a punch to her gut. The declaration was so illogical, so impossible, that Arlington could only laugh. Nobody fell in love with a black widow. Nobody. And Niall was about to learn why.
Sometimes when Arlington thought of all the men she’d torn to pieces over the years, the men she’d chewed up and spat out and trampled all over, she felt a dull, hollow ache in the place her heart was supposed to be.
Other times she felt a savage, animalistic triumph. This was one of those times.
She stepped right up to Niall and placed her fingertips against his chest, over his heart, her nails digging into his skin through the thin material of his shirt. Her adrenaline spiked, and it was so very hard not to give in to impulse and tear into his flesh.
“You’re nothing to me,” she said, low and fierce. “You’re just prey.”
But Niall was shaking his head. “You want everyone to think that, but I know better! You’re not a monster, Arly—”
She pushed him, hard, kept pushing until his back was flat against the wall and he was pinned in place by her fingers against his chest. With her high heels on he was a little bit shorter than her, and she looked down at him, letting him take in the burning red of her irises.
“I killed a man once,” she finally said. “I cracked open his ribcage and ripped out his heart. The last thing he saw was my face, coated in his blood.” She let the words sink in, leaning closer as he trembled against the wall. He was scared, now: good. “Want to know what the worst thing was? I didn’t even feel sorry about it. I ate his raw heart and it felt good. It felt right.”
Even now, watching Niall’s terrified expression, a part of Arlington—the part that didn’t care about medicine, or curing people and healing pain—was filled with vicious satisfaction. This was why she had been born, what her genes were programmed to do: lure men in to their death.
“Love cannot exist between predator and prey,” she said, softly now, almost gently, moving closer so that only a breath of air stood between their bodies. “Never has. Never will.”
Niall could not look away, entirely under the sway of her pheromones now. “Y-Y-You’re hurting me,” he stuttered, slightly breathless, but he offered no resistance.
Arlington glanced down, horrified to discover that her nails had broken his skin. The front of his shirt was stained, five red fingerprints against the whiteness. The blood excited her. She had him trapped, and it would be so easy to dig her nails in just that little bit more, to drag him somewhere secluded and finish the job.
But she was a doctor first, and a black widow second, so she jerked her hand away, stepped back, moving downwind of Niall to clear the air of her pheromones. He blinked, blinked again, his hand raising up slowly to touch his chest as his senses returned.
“You....” He studied the blood on his fingertips in disbelief. “You almost—”
“I never want to see you again.” Her voice came out far calmer than Arlington had expected. She’d nearly slipped up, nearly ruined everything. If anyone in the hospital found out how close she’d come to killing him, her career was over.
“You disgust me,” she interrupted. “Whatever we had is over. You’re weak and emotional, and have no discretion whatsoever.” And then she said the words she knew from personal experience would completely crush him: “You’ll never make it as a doctor. You should quit while you’re ahead.”
He crumpled, like she’d known he would, his shoulders sagging, every ounce of fight gone. It was almost too easy. He was six years her junior and far, far too naive, still unaware that life was one long struggle. She’d found that innocence charming at first, tempting, but now it only made her feel sick. He should have known better than to get close.
“Leave,” she said flatly. “Just get out of my sight.”
“I... I....” He clenched his jaw, nodded, and walked away, toward the hospital entrance.
Arlington stood still, watched his back until the main door slid shut behind him. Then she reached into her lab coat, fumbling for another cigarette. Her hands were shaking and she wasn’t sure why.
“That wasn’t very nice,” a voice said from behind her.
She turned around slowly to find Dr Rocque walking up the street towards the hospital. Her eyes travelled up his lean, lithe body to rest on his face. He was smiling faintly, but when it came to Rocque that meant nothing.
“Dr Rocque,” she nodded warily. Her eyes were still burning red—she could feel them—but it could’ve been anything: anger, excitement, happiness, or any emotion strong enough to get the adrenaline pumping. How much had he seen? Enough to get her fired?
He smoothed his already-pristine lab coat, rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked around the empty emergency bay. “Nice evening tonight, hm?”
“Quite.” Her eyes narrowed. What game was he playing at? The man was an enigma, always playing to his own agenda. She managed to light her cigarette, took a slow drag, trying to act casual.
Rocque walked past her, paused, looked back. “Dr Wolls isn’t going to be happy. You’ve lost him his intern.”
“Give him mine.”
“Excellent suggestion. Although we’re still short-staffed.”
Arlington looked up at Grace General, all harsh concrete edges and narrow windows. “When are we not short-staffed?”
“True. I suppose I’ll have to find another intern,” Rocque said idly. He glanced at her, his eyes crinkling into a smile. “A female one, preferably.”
Leave a comment below for a chance to win a $10 Amazon voucher & an 1889 Labs paperback! Every comment also counts as an entry to the grand prize giveaway for a Kindle, VIP tickets, etc! More details and ways to win available here.
May 16, 2011 — 607 words
By A.M. Harte
Vampirification is NOT a victimless crime!
That little kiss with Mr Cullen will give you hema deficiency, a severe garlic allergy, and a strong aversion to sunlight. And you thought HUMAN medicine was hard?
Vampirism isn't curable, but I know a girl who can treat you for it.
Introducing our third author on Party Like It’s 1889: Kit Iwasaki, also known as Dr Kick-ass Kit!
Kit’s the newest face on the 1889 Labs roster, but watch out, because this noob’s bite is worse than her bark! In fact, she’s so determined to come first in our comments battle that she’s braved sunlight, garlic, and silver crosses to take part in the tour.
So what’s Kitty got lined up for us this week?
Her ‘True Blood meets Scrubs’ paranormal drama Intern With The Vampire is on sale this week only!
You heard right: she's offering 50% off this entertaining, fast-paced novella. Just fly over to Smashwords and use coupon code YE35S before Sunday May 22.
But wait! There’s more!
She's not letting Greg and MCM out-do her! This week Kit's giving away a $10 Amazon voucher AND a paperback from the 1889 Labs library (open worldwide).
To enter, just leave comments on her posts this week. #easypeasy
Winners are chosen at random from the comments she gets, so the more you write, the higher your chances of winning!
Cure those vampire urges by following this prescription:
1. Leave a comment on this very post right now telling us what type of transhuman you’d choose to be for an instant entry into the giveaway.
2. Get your friends involved! Tweet about the contest using the hashtag #1889party -- each tweet is worth one entry!
3. Invent a transhuman disease and post it on Kit's Facebook page!
4. Check out this week's recap for a handy list of all the party posts to comment on!
5. For TEN extra entries, post a photo on the 1889 Labs facebook wall of you, your stethoscope, or your werewolf stuffed toy, reading Intern With The Vampire on your ereader or laptop.
The giveaway closes Saturday May 21 at 11:59 EDT, and Kit'll announce winners on Sunday!
Need more bang for your buck? Don’t forget that every comment and photo counts towards the grand prize giveaway for a Kindle and VIP tickets -- get your hands on our 2011 releases before anyone else, free!
Over ten prizes! Dozens of ways to win! All of May, we're throwing a huge party -- join in on the fun for a chance to become one of our lucky winners! More details here.
May 15, 2011 — 462 words
It's Sunday people! Sunday! You know what that means, right?
Wait, no. Well, maybe. But no. What it means is it's time to announce some more winners in the Party Like It's 1889 extravaganza! Are you excited? I'm excited, and I can't even win!
So let's start by recapping the winner already announced. If we check over at Violin in a Void, we can see that Mcchots from South Africa has won a copy of Greg X Graves' excellent Bears, Recycling and Confusing Time Paradoxes! Congrats Mcchots!
And once again we come to the announcement you've all been waiting for. The $10 Amazon voucher. Can you feel the tension in the air? Well try. Reach out and grab it. Go on.
That wasn't the air you grabbed.
To erase that moment from both our memories, let's talk about next week, when the innumerable Kit Iwasaki will be taking over the Party line to talk about her book, Intern with the Vampire. I would say you can safely ignore her and let me win the little internal-to-1889 wager we've got going on as to who is the most commented author, but honestly, I doubt you can ignore her. Vampires are feisty, and feistiness attracts attention. Stupid vampires.
Check back tomorrow for some exciting vampiric feistiness, I guess.
Okay, well, it's been a great second week, and I hope you all enjoyed it, and I'm going to ahahahahahaha I fooled you didn't I? Or not? No? Okay, fine. Be that way.
The winners of the contest! The random number generator has been doing its thing and has turned out two names:
The winner of this week's $10 Amazon voucher is kdnewton!
The winner of this week's 1889 paperback of his choice is ebonwumon!
If you two can drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org, I'll get your prizes off to you ASAP.
So that's it! That's the end of the Bears, Recycling and Confusing Time Paradoxes week, and I would just like to thank you all for making it so much fun. Please be nice to Kit next week, and buy tomatoes to throw at Anna the week after.
Remember, all your entries to any week's giveaway also count as entries to the Kindle grand prize giveaway. Check out this post for more details.