A Wounded Name Giveaway!

July 9, 2013 at 6:34 pm (A Wounded Name, Giveaway) (, , , )

September is creeping closer and closer! In less than two months, A Wounded Name will be out in the world for all to see!

You can even read the first chapter for free.

So to celebrate, how’s about a giveaway?

There are actually THREE prize packs available!

First prize is a SIGNED, HARDCOVER copy of A Wounded Name. It’s so pretty and smooth and did I mention pretty? You can also choose to have this personalized. Also included is a signed swag pack.

Second prize is a copy of Defy the Dark, edited by Saundra Mitchell. It has a slew of amazing stories in it, but the reason I selected it for a giveaway is Tessa Gratton’s story “This was Ophelia”. Does that name sound familiar? It should- this is a brilliant take on Hamlet set in all the heady glory of the Jazz Age. I’m a sucker for Hamlet anyway (go figure) and I adore Tessa Gratton’s writing, and this was just a win-win all the way around. This one also includes a signed swag pack for A Wounded Name.

Third prize pack is a signed swag pack, enough to have AND to share!

Enter Here

The only piece that’s mandatory is the comment: tell me what book or books you’re looking forward to this fall. You can get extra points for liking my facebook page or following me on twitter, as well as tweeting about the giveaway. PLUS, you can add points by tweeting each day. The giveaway is up for a week, so it’ll close Tuesday night (the 16th)

Less than two months!

Until next time~
Cheers!

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BEA and Swag!

May 26, 2013 at 7:10 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

Sorry for the relative darkness here and on Twitter recently; I’ve spent the past week switching between work and the hospital (as a visitor, not a patient), so I haven’t been able to attend to a number of other things.

 

BUT.

 

BEA is THIS WEEK, can you believe it?! So, just as a reminder, I’ll be signing Thursday morning, from 10-11 am, at Table #5 in the Author Autographing Area. I’ll also be wandering around the floor for the afternoon, and I will have swag packets with me. How many? As many as I can manage to shove into my bag without damaging anything.

 

So, if you happen to see me on the floor after the signing, just introduce yourself and ask for a swag pack! I will keep handing them out until I run out, and hopefully I won’t have to figure out how to take any home. These swag packs include: signed bookmarks, a signed bookplate, a sticker, and a (pretty awesome, if I do say so myself) keychain.

 

Not going to BEA? Don’t fret, you can still request an e-ARC through NetGalley, and a bit later this summer I’ll be doing a super swag-tastic giveaway, so you don’t have to worry about missing out!

 

If you are going to BEA, please introduce yourselves if you see me! You’ve been amazing and supportive and so excited for me, and I know a hello and a thank you and maybe a hug (if that’s not creepy and unwelcome) is small repayment, but seriously- THANK YOU.

 

Until next time~

Cheers!

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Giveaway! The S-Word, by Chelsea Pitcher

April 21, 2013 at 9:18 am (Giveaway) (, , , , )

I know I haven’t talked much lately about what I’ve been reading, and that’s because I’ve been headfirst down a drafting hole, but one thing I took a break for was my friend and agent-mate Chelsea Pitcher’s about-to-debut book, The S-Word.

And guys, YOU WANT THIS BOOK.

The S-Word

It’s mystery and sorrow and friendship and high school, and it’s very, VERY timely.

Now, Chelsea has graciously sent me a SIGNED Advance Copy, AND SWAG, including some very shiny buttons, for me to share with you, but the book comes out on May 7th, just around the corner, so this giveaway is going to be fast. Entries will be open through Wednesday, Aptil 24th, so I can contact the winner and get the book sent out by Friday.

Entering is super easy- just comment below with a POSITIVE S-Word (like sweet, or smart). That’s all you have to do! Feel free to spread the word (in fact, please spread the word) but all you have to do is comment with a positive s-word, to negate all the negative s-words we throw around at people.

Remember, entries are only open through Wednesday, April 24th.

Until next time~
Cheers!

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A (Fifth) Sneak Peek Into A Wounded Name

April 13, 2013 at 9:26 am (A Wounded Name, Giveaway) (, , , , )

I have a thing for prime numbers.

Just to let you know, today is the LAST DAY to enter the giveaway for the signed ARC and swag! After this, it’ll be a while before another giveaway goes up, so if you’re not going to BEA (more on that tomorrow), this is going to be your best chance. It’s super easy to enter, and I’ll be drawing a winner tomorrow morning.

And, without further business, here’s the snippet!
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Then it’s time. It’s been time so often today, but it’s time again, this time to close the lid and forever place Hamlet in darkness. The priest places a hand on the sectioned lid, then glances at the line of ravens in the front pew and asks if we’d like to pay our respects. The violet waits patiently in my palm, its fan-shaped petals a little wilted but the colors still true.

Claudius goes up first, his face impassive as he studies his elder brother. His face shows nothing, but then, it so rarely does. Claudius is not one to let others know his thoughts or plans if he can avoid it. He doesn’t touch the body, doesn’t even rest his hand on the edge of the casket but, instead, clasps his hands at the small of his back in a vaguely military stance that keeps his spine stiff and straight.

Dignity.

Propriety.

Gertrude joins him there, and one of Claudius’ hands floats away to rest on her back. His fingers curve over the small of her back, his palm against the swell of her hip. It’s an intimate stance. I’ve had much occasion over the past three days to study how people touch each other in support: a grip on the shoulder, the forearm, a hand placed gently against the shoulder blades, all things as though they could help the grief stand on its own. It’s too close for brother and sister, as they have been for nearly two decades, and yet there his hand rests, and she doesn’t step away.

Her blue eyes glisten, and tears tremble on her lashes but do not fall. She touches her husband’s cheek, leans down to press a soft kiss against his cold lips. Her hand shakes.

Dane stands abruptly, yanking me gracelessly to my feet beside him. He stalks up the steps to the altar, jerky as a badly controlled marionette. We pass his mother and uncle on their way back to the pew, and Gertrude’s hand brushes across my cheek in passing. The shiver crawls under my skin. Was it the same hand? From dead flesh to living flesh, could her hand tell the difference?
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Until next time~
Cheers!

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A (Fourth) Sneak Peek Into A Wounded Name

April 7, 2013 at 2:26 pm (A Wounded Name, Giveaway) (, , , , )

*imagine trumpets blaring here*
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Gertrude comes out to retrieve her son and his dismal company. She watches our silence for a moment, an almost smile a subtle curve on her painted lips. She is too young to be a widow, I think suddenly, too lovely to be left alone. “Dane,” she says softly, “it is time for us to go.”

He slowly stands, allows Horatio and me to adjust his clothing, but he can’t look at his mother, can’t share this grief even with her. He jerks his head in what might be a nod, to acknowledge her presence or her words I’m not sure, and walks past her.

Her smile deepens when I step out of the shadows and she can see me more clearly. “You look lovely, Ophelia.” Her fingers brush gently against one of the violets, too light to a touch to dislodge it. “Hamlet always loved seeing you with flowers in your hair, like you’d stepped right out of a fairy tale.”

I cringe inwardly, grateful that neither Laertes nor Father followed her to the alcove.

“Thank you for doing this, for him. And…” Her voice trembles, the strength crumbling to reveal the grief beneath. Then she clears her throat, and the moment has passed. “And for Dane. This is especially hard for him.” She links my arm through her. “I’m glad he has his friends to help him through this.” We join the others in the entryway.

Father’s eyes show his concern when he sees the flowers in my hair, but no surprise; Laertes must have told him already. Whatever he might say, though, is unknowingly cut off by Gertrude, who again brushes her fingers across the silky petals.

“It does me good to see this,” she murmurs. “Hamlet would have liked to see this.”

Dane’s jaw clenches, as it does whenever he hears his father put into past or conditional tense. Strange, how words can be so precise and yet have so many shades of meaning. Words, words, words, it’s a wonder that they mean anything at all, when so often they don’t.

But that is the last said of the violets in my hair.
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A longer chunk for you today! And don’t forget, for a few more days, you can still enter to win a signed advance copy and swag!

Until next time~
Cheers!

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A (Second) Sneak Peek Into A Wounded Name

March 31, 2013 at 10:18 am (A Wounded Name, Giveaway) (, , , )

Ready for round 2? (Note: This was supposed to refer to the second sneak peek, NOT a second book- I am SO SORRY about the confusion)
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Every morning, Jack leaves a small basket of flowers just outside my door, as he’s done for years, as he did for my mother. From the first bloom of early spring to the last bloom of late summer, there are violets. Sometimes other flowers as well but always violets, soft petals ranging from their namesake color through shades of indigo, blue, and heavy cream.

The Headmaster loves violets.

Loved violets.

He laughed and laughed when I told him of their elusive scent, how smelling them actually makes it impossible to smell anything for a little while, and he knotted a flower into my hair and told me the most beautiful things will always be the most elusive. I was nine years old, my first day back after the cold place, and he’d come to welcome me home with flowers that Jack gave me.
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And you can

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A Sneak Peek Into A Wounded Name

March 28, 2013 at 5:34 pm (A Wounded Name, Giveaway) (, , , , )

Guys, guys, you guys! I got permission to share some lines from A Wounded Name!

Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll be sharing bits and pieces from the first few chapters. Want more? I’m also extending the giveaway- you can still enter here, and then you can read ALL of it.
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The sky is blue today.

Blue like glacier ice, like hidden springs. Blue like jays’ wings, peacock feathers. Blue like my mother’s skin.

It isn’t right. Today the sky should be black or deep, roiling grey, a vast, mottled purple bruise overhead. The air should weep, the Heavens pound in anguish and loss, for today we bury the King of Elsinore.

But it isn’t. And they don’t.

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Stay tuned for more sneak peeks, and don’t forget to enter to win an advanced copy of A Wounded Name, plus signed swag!

Until next time~
Cheers!

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A Wounded Name Giveaway!

March 10, 2013 at 2:57 pm (A Wounded Name, Giveaway) (, , , )

After the rather surreal experience of designing and ordering swag, the first wave has arrived, which means: IT’S TIME FOR A GIVEAWAY!!!

There’s one major prize pack, and other small prize packs- the number of them depends on you. (yes, you!)

One lucky person will receive a SIGNED ARC of A Wounded Name, personlized if you’d like, and a pack of signed swag, including stickers, bookmarks, and a bookplate. The other packs are going to be signed swag, but the more people participate, the more swag packs there will be.

Want a peek at the prize?

Contest

And here’s how to enter:
The actual entry: comment below and tell me what book you’re reading right now, OR, if you’re between books, tell me what you just finished and what you think. (I just finished The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson, and it was GORGEOUS, absolutely amazing writing, beautifully flawed and balanced characters, and hope and death walking hand in hand)
Extra entries: you can get +1 for each of the following:
-Add A Wounded Name on Goodreads
-follow this blog
-follow me on twitter (@dothutchison)
-tweet about this giveaway
-like me on Facebook
-blog about this giveaway

Any and all of these that you do just let me know in the comments, and if you already do them, again, just let me know. You can get a total of SEVEN entries, and like I said, the more people who enter, the more prizes there are going to be. If we hit over 100 entries, I’ll also add a Barnes and Noble gift card with the ARC. And make sure you leave an email so I can contact you if you win!

The ARC has to be US only (sorry) BUT the swag packs are open to international entries! I’ll pick a winner at the end of the month.

Good luck to everyone!

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Double Celebration Giveaway!!!

February 26, 2012 at 11:59 am (Giveaway) (, , , , , , , )

And yes, all three exlamation points are necessary, I promise.

Like the title suggests, I have TWO great reasons to celebrate, which means if you choose to celebrate with me, you get entered for awesome prizes.

Reason Number One: I HAVE BEEN BLOGGING FOR A FULL YEAR NOW.

That’s right, we just hit my blog anniversary! A full year of reviews and writing talk and occasional nonsensical rants. Honestly, I’m a little amazed I didn’t give up on it back when the stats were entirely dismal- I’m a positive reinforcement kind of person- but I realized I was having so much fun I almost didn’t care if other people were seeing it or not (almost- I do care about you and what you think, but I wouldn’t stop posting even if you begged me to- this is release, people). It’s also been a great form of discipline for me, to have to abide by a regular schedule of writing and posting in the midst of so much research. Y’all have been wonderful with comments and shares, so this is a huge thank you to you for supporting this effort.

And, Reason Number Two: I SIGNED WITH AN AGENT.

Yes! It’s truth! Earlier this month I signed with the Fabulous Sandy Lu at L. Perkins Agency and I’m still over the moon about it. And if I’m honest, there’s a small part of me that expects to wake up and it’s still the end of January in the query trenches (better known as Query Hell sometimes). After three years of querying three differents projects (never at the same time, that’s a very bad idea), the slush pile pushed me forward and now everything is a giant step closer to Dreams Coming True. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still a LOT of work from this point out, but if you don’t celebrate the milestones, how can you really measure progress?

SO I’M CELEBRATING WITH YOU!

I have four- count them FOUR- prize packs up for grabs.

Prize Pack 1: Thieves and Spies
Heist Society, by Ally Carter
I’d Tell You I Love You But I’d Have to Kill You, also by Ally Carter

Prize Pack 2: Shapeshifters
Nightshade, by Andrea Cremer
Firelight, by Sophie Jordan

Prize Pack 3: Arranged Marriages
Matched, by Ally Condie
The Selection, by Kiera Cass (ARC)

Prize Pack 4: Swag Bundle!
-swag, some signed some not, from Kathleen Peacock (Hemlock), Jill Hathaway (Slide), Nova Ren Suma (Imaginary Girls), Sophie Jordan (Firelight and Vanish), Hannah Moskowitz (Break and Invincible Summer), Leah Cypess (Nightspell and Mistwood, Jodi Meadows (Incarnate), and Laini Taylor (Daughter of Smoke and Bone), and Suzanne Collins (The Hunger Games).

U.S. only (sorry, but shipping is expensive and my post office is staffed with very rude people).

ENTRY RULES:
-Actual Entry: comment below and tell me what book you’re most looking forward to in 2012. Doesn’t even have to be YA or MG, just whatever book makes you dance in place wishing it would come out NOW because you can’t possibly wait until release.
-Extra Entries: (completely self-serving and shamelessly self-promoting, I admit)
-Follow this blog (if you already do, just say you do)
-Follow me on Twitter (@dothutchison ; same as above, if you already follow me, just say so)
-Tweet about this giveaway! (and include the link below)
Those are extra entries, and completely up to you whether you want to do them or not, but the option’s there. The only thing you HAVE to do to be entered is leave the comment.
-Entries accepted through Saturday, 10 March which makes it open for two weeks.

AND THANK YOU FOR CELEBRATING WITH ME!
Y’all are at least half the reason I have anything to celebrate today, and I am so grateful to you for that.

Until next time~
Cheers!

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The Gift of Reading + Giveaway

November 27, 2011 at 4:22 pm (Giveaway) (, , , )

Growing up, Christmas was my absolute favorite time of the year.

It wasn’t really the gifts, though that was of course exciting. It was everything about the season. It was the chance that we might actually get some temperature changes (I live in a part of Florida where the temperature rarely drops below 70), the chance that the wind might snap and snarl a little- and maybe even get a flurry of snow. It would mostly likely melt before it touched the ground but for a few seconds, you could hold a snowflake against your hand and call it real.

It was the food- oh my good God, the food. In my family, Christmas is the season for three times as much baking as any other time of the year. Cookies- drop cookies and rolled cookies, iced/decorated cookies, gingerbread and ginger snaps, snickerdoodles, and countless other kinds- and Swedish tea rings, lefsa (which my grandfather insisted on calling shoe leather), cinnamon buns with orange vanilla icing, cakes and cheesecakes, and so many pies- pumpkin and apple and cranapple and blueberry. There’s ham and ham gravy- which every year my brothers threaten to drink straight from mugs- and stuffing and sweet potato casserole and mashed potatoes and various other veggies and breads. For weeks, the entire house smells AMAZING, and every time you take a breath everything just comes rushing in. And, of course, there are leftovers, so the joy just continues.

It was the decorations. My family never really went overboard with the decorations. We very rarely did house lights because there was no one to safely put them up and we didn’t do the lawn decorations because they were expensive (among other reasons), but the decorating of the tree was a tradition. Mom would carefully unpack and unwrap each ornament and almost all of them had a story. Some we’d made when we were little; some were passed down through the family. My mother is a firm believer in a balanced tree- she would put the hook through the cord and hand it to one of us, and as we paced around the tree to find the perfect place to hang it, she would remind us of the history. We had an entire herd of clothespin reindeer, some of them from us, some of them from when she was a kid. And then there’d be the tinsel battle. Tinsel is a Very Serious Matter in our household. Mom usually just forbid us to touch it so she could do it herself because the way we did it drove her crazy. My brothers would take handful and just toss them up, so the tinsel got all clumpy and messy and looked like a decoration fairy had gone on a binge purge. I’d take handfuls of it as well, but I’d drape it so the strands clung slightly together at the ends, giving the tree a cobweb effect. Mom, on the other hand, put in on strand by strand. While we never did any outdoor decorations, every year on the weekend before Christmas, we’d go out driving and just marvel at some of the amazing things other people did. There were some houses that must have spent a fortune on their power bills for December, but it had to be worth it. Some of them went far past decoration to sheer art. There was one house I will always, always remember because they put on a whole show- including timing the ripple of the lights to God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen/Carol of the Bells by Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

It was the shopping. Not so much the buying stuff as the shopping experience. I’m not a shopper- I tend to walk in knowing what I need, go right to it, get it, and get out. But when I was little, I loved trolling around the mall either with my mom or my friends because there was just so much to see! And most of the stuff I wanted to look at I didn’t actually want to have, I just wanted to look at it, to admire it. Or, me being me, to laugh at it upon occasion. When I was younger I didn’t tend to notice the grumpy people that come out in droves during this time of year; what I noticed was the people being friendly and cheerful, the ones who would go out of their way to help others, the ones who always had a smile for everyone around them and were all about brightening people’s days.

It was the ritual. Filtering through all the other things there was ritual and tradition, things we did a certain way every year because the way we did them was just as important as what we were doing. There was the light of the Advent candles and the reading of the scripture. There were all the rituals for baking and cooking and getting the house ready for company. There was even the ritual of hiding the presents and laughing at my brothers as they tried to wrap things. They’ve gotten better at it, but for a long time they just divided everything into two stacks and brought half to me and half to Mom to wrap for them.

It was the family, of course, wonderful and exasperating and lovely and obnoxious as only family and close friends can be. We had our card games, our movie marathons, and my brothers and I being as we are, more than a fair share of beating the crap out of each other in video games.

More than anything for me was the music. I grew up in music. At church, in the car, in the house, in the stores, my mother and I always sang together and Christmas music was our favorite. Words can’t even express how much I loved the music.

Whether taken individually or as a composite, Christmas was the time of year I constantly looked forward to.

And then I grew up and went to college and started working retail, specifically at a craft store, and I grew to pretty much loathe Christmas. I couldn’t stand to listen to the music anymore and the stench of cinnamon pine cones in concentration meant I couldn’t smell or taste anything else. I saw a few cheerful people but I had to deal with many, MANY more grouches, and I didn’t have the time to just go browsing and see All The Things. Plus, I was a broke college student, so after selling other people decorations all day, I couldn’t afford to put up my own decorations in my apartments and I wasn’t home to be able to put them up with Mom.

After three years, and three miserable Christmases, I left the craft store and started working in a bookstore. We still get busy and we still get more than a reasonable share of grouches, but the whole atmosphere of working in a bookstore is different. It’s taken a little while, but I’m back to loving Christmas and everything about it.

Even the grouches.

SO- to celebrate, I’m giving away two prize packs.

Prize Pack 1: an ARC of Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi, paperback copies of Eragon and Eldest by Christopher Paolini, plus some fun swag from multiple authors and a handmade bracelet.

Prize Pack 2: an ARC of Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi, paperback copies of City of Bones and Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare, plus some of that fun swag and a handmade bracelet.

Want to know how to enter?

Just comment below and tell me your favorite part about this time of year. It doesn’t have to be about Christmas, just the time of year. Don’t forget your email address so I can contact you! Entries will be accepted through the end of Saturday, 17 December, with the winner announced the next day.

And stick around! On Friday, 2 December we’ll be having a special review post as part of Leah Cypess’ mini-blog tour. Cool prizes from the individual blogs as well as an overall prize for the tour, so check out her website for more info!

Until next time~
Cheers

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