Well, it’s here. It’s Tweet My Book and Win a Kindle Contest Day. I don’t know about you guys but I’m excited about it. But enough about me. Here are the details on the contest:
To celebrate the release of Born at Midnight, Book 1 of my new Shadow Falls series, I’m giving away a Kindle. But that’s not all! Three more lucky winners will receive an ARC of Awake At Dawn, Book 2 of the Shadow Falls series, as soon as the ARC is available, which will probably be in June. Because I’m in the giving mood, I’m also going to give away a copy of Born at Midnight to three more winners. So that’s seven winners total!
Instructions for Entering Contest:
It’s super easy to enter my Tweet My Book and Win a Kindle contest; all you have to do is tweet about how you can get a sneak peak at Book 1 in my Shadow Falls series, Born at Midnight. And I’ve even written the tweet so all you have to do is click the button marked “Tweet and Enter.” Told you it was super easy to enter.
Every contest has rules, and here’s mine:
• Participants must be thirteen years or older and a U.S. resident to win
• Void where prohibited
Contest ends March 29th, 11:59 p.m. Winners will be announced April 1st on my C.C. Hunter blog, with an accompanying alert on Facebook and Twitter.
NOTE: If prizes are unclaimed after one week, another winner will be chosen.
Tweet & Enter to Win
Here’s a sneak peak at my Bonus Shadow Falls short short, Turned at Dark. It’s Della’s story and explains how she became a vampire. To read the rest of the story, go to my publisher’s Born at Midnight page- Born at Midnight page
Sixteen-year-old Della Tsang had never seen a ghost until she saw her dead cousin zip across the street and duck into the alley. If it hadn’t been for the streetlight spitting out its spray of wattage overhead, she might have missed him.
And if it hadn’t been for a scar that ran along his chin, she might have thought it was just someone who looked like Chan. Then again, it was after midnight. But she had spotted the scar. A scar she’d sort of given him when they’d been six, jumping on the trampoline and he’d collided with her head.
Hardheaded Della had been her family nickname after that. Sometimes Della wondered if she’d really been obstinate then, or if the name had just been another thing for her to live up to. Being of Asian descent, there were high expectations, sometimes too high. But because she and her sister were half-white, her father insisted they work twice as hard to prove that their parents’ love hadn’t tainted the family tree.
A pair of headlights moving down the road pulled Della’s attention from the alley where Chan had disappeared. Not that she completely believed it was Chan. Did she?
The car drew nearer, and thinking it was Lee to pick her up, Della stepped off her best friend Lisa’s front porch, leaving the sound of the party still going on behind her.
At least twice a month, Della and Lee tried to sneak away so they could be together for an entire night. She knew her parents would freak if they knew she and Lee were sleeping together. It wouldn’t even matter that they were practically engaged. But at least Lee had gotten a stamp of approval from her father. Luckily, she agreed with him, too. Not that she agreed with her father on everything. However, Lee was everything Della wanted in a boyfriend–hot, popular, smart, and thankfully for her father’s sake, Asian. It didn’t even bother her that Lee wasn’t totally into the party scene.
She gave the alley one last look. It couldn’t have been Chan. She’d attended his funeral less than a year ago.