Friday, February 8, 2013

Blog Giveaway: Win a Free Copy of Penelope by Anya Wylde! (2/8 - 2/22)


February is the official month of romance, much to the delight of flower and chocolate merchants everywhere. To help celebrate, Anya Wylde is allowing The Historical Romance Critic to give away two digital copies of her latest release Penelope (see my review here). The book will be delivered in the form of a free promo code for Smashwords, which will allow you to download the novel in a wide variety of formats - including one compatible with the Kindle. If you wish to be one of the lucky winners, simply submit one or more options in the "rafflecopter" widget below. Each submission gets you an additional raffle ticket. Good luck!


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Excerpt from Penelope:

The dowager cast a worried glance at the door while Lady Radclyff stared at the grandfather clock willing its giant needles to move.
“She is late, Mamma.”
“She will be here soon enough.”
“Do you think she is dead?”
“Annie, she is not that late!”
“Yes, but she is coming all the way from that … that Finny village. It has been raining all day and she refused our offer of a carriage. The post-chaise could have lodged itself in a pothole and overturned. I suppose she is lying in some gully, blood pooling underneath her awkwardly twisted body and not a soul in sight.”
“It’s Finnshire not Finny, and she has her maid with her.”
“Well, then the maid is dead too. The weight of the carriage finished her off well before her mistress. Poor Miss Fairweather twitched and trembled for eons fighting for that last breath.”
“I will seriously contemplate your very vivid scenario if Miss Fairweather does not arrive in the next five hours. Until then can we converse like gently bred women? If your brother heard you speaking like this, he would have you sent to the country for the next three seasons.”
“I am bored. I can’t go to the shops, go riding or feel excited about the season. Do you know that I attended a hundred and five balls last year alone, and that does not count the dinners and tea parties?”
“Miss Fairweather would have loved to attend a hundred and five balls last year. You have had the pleasure of three seasons, while the poor dear has never been to anything but the village dance.”
“What do you think she is like? Have you ever met her?”
“I have not met her, but her mother and I attended the same ladies academy. Her mother Grace was bright, full of life and laughter, and if her daughter is anything like her… ”
“Was?”
“She died giving birth to Miss Penelope Fairweather. Mr Thomas Fairweather, Penelope’s father, married the vicar’s daughter, Gertrude, within a year of Grace’s funeral. Gertrude went on to have five more children. I initiated a correspondence with Gertrude to ensure that Grace’s daughter was being well looked after—”
“You couldn’t have the stepmother drowning the child,” Lady Radclyff interrupted.
“Anne, Miss Fairweather is not an unwanted kitten. Where was I? Oh yes, Gertrude writes to me often. Her letters are full of her children’s antics. I feel as if I know them,” the dowager said dreamily. “I have imagined them growing up. They used to wail all night and then they were falling off apple trees ….”
“You are rambling again, Mamma. I don’t care about Miss Fairweather’s siblings. I want to know about her.”
“Why? You have never shown this much interest in any of my other guests before.”
Lady Radclyff sucked on a lemon drop, her mouth pursing in thought.
“The other guests were all the same. They say the same things, they are brought up the same way, and they all wear the same clothes. It is as if a single London lady and a London gentleman have been put into different moulds by God and recreated again and again. I can predict what the replies to my questions will be. No one is original. While Miss Fairweather sounds original.”
“Original?”
“I have never met a country bumpkin before.”
“Annie!”
“Well, it is true isn't it? How in the world are you going to introduce her to polite society?”

4 comments:

  1. Hi Christopher!

    Is this your first contest? Can't recall seeing one before :)

    Also love your new free book listings, great idea! :) :) Saves me a lot of searching and browsing time.

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    1. Hey Beebs!

      Yep, it is. I'm pretty excited to be doing my first giveaway :).

      Thank you, I'm glad to hear you have been putting it to good use :). It's an idea I've been working on for a while, and I was proud of myself when I got it all working. I've already found a few good books with it that I plan to read at some point.

      - Chris

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  2. Hey Chris~ This is super cool that you are doing a giveaway. What made you decided to do this? I hope it turns out well. Hope all is well.

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    1. Thanks Melody. I've been wanting to get involved in "blog events" - interviews, giveaways, blog hops - for quite some time, the opportunities have just not presented themselves much. So when Anya Wylde offered two ebooks for me to give away, I was happy to be able to do it :).

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