Paper! Back! and a give-away

I found a box of books from Samhain on my front porch--it's the same book, over and over, Unnatural Calamities.

 I read everything on my Kindle these days. I don't make any money from print books. Given a choice, I'd rather not have my books go into print. And yet...and yet. It's still cool to hold a real book. I'm not over my print addiction. 

This one even has a nice cover. (I was mostly embarrassed when Irrational Arousal showed up on my porch). The back cover is nice too. It's red on white. Yum. I'm fond of this book--this is the story that has every romance trope I could imagine in it-- so I'll keep at least one copy for me.

Linda picked one up, flipped it open and said, "hey, look a typo." It was a "joke" ha ha ha. We both agreed that we never ever look in books because we do not want to see those things. No, no.

I brought it into work (Barnes and Noble--we sit in the cafe and type, so I'm not talking real work). I wanted to see if I could convince the manager to carry it. She's not here, but Eric the Barrista was impressed by the actual paper copy of the book.

I'm heading over to goodreads to make a contest to give it away. below is a link to the contest, I hope.



 
 


    Goodreads Book Giveaway
 



   

        Unnatural Calamities by Summer Devon
   


   

     


          Unnatural Calamities
     


     


          by Summer Devon
     



     

         
            Giveaway ends October 14, 2012.
         

         
            See the giveaway details
            at Goodreads.
         

     

   

   


      Enter to win

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