Today I’m participating in the Three Wishes Blog Blitz, hosted by author Juliet Madison! From 2nd to 6th September you’ll have the chance to win some awesome prizes at all the blogs participating in the blitz, including mine. All you have to do is follow my instructions below for winning the prize I have on offer, and then you can click over to Juliet’s blog to enter her prize draw, and see the list of all other blogs taking part and enter their giveaways as well. How cool is that? Why is it called the Three Wishes Blog Blitz? Juliet’s new romantic comedy release, I Dream of Johnny, is about three wishes, a high-tech genie in a lamp, and one very unfortunate typo that proves magic isn’t all it cracked up to be…
Here’s the excerpt from ‘Hindsight’ -Juliette has time travelled back to 1961, where there are no café lattes…
My lips are about to caress a double shot skim latte. A manicured hand sensuously lifts the latte glass off the saucer, teasing the napkin tied around the middle. My senses are alive with the aroma of freshly-ground coffee beans, tastebuds begging for a taste. The froth kisses my open mouth, my eyes close in anticipation of the forthcoming pleasure, lips glistening and ready to receive the steaming hot, creamy coffee— RRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!
My head explodes with the angry sound of an old-fashioned alarm clock going berserk two feet from my head. My body is kick-started into heart attack mode as arms and legs flail wildly in different directions, a la beetle on its back. I fall out of bed and crash onto the floor. The alarm clock is still ringing. Grabbing for it with both hands, but not awake enough to coordinate them, I manage to knock it onto the floor where it continues its stroke-generating trill.
“Where’s the bloody button? Chris, how do you turn this thing off?” I blurt.
The ring is so aggravating that it may send me screaming to the local asylum voluntarily. Unable to find the button to turn it off, I smash it onto the ground with the force of the Incredible Hulk.
“Shut up! Shut up!” I growl.
“Shut up you little fucker!” Oops, no swearing.
Smash! Crash! But the thing is still going. It’s the prototype of the Terminator. Using my pillow, I attempt to smother it to death. But you know what? It’s still going. It’s still freaking going… I sit on the pillow, hoping that if the asphyxia doesn’t work, my weight will kill the beast, but it just vibrates through the pillow. If possible I would run over it with my car, but that’s right, I don’t have a car!
Chris leans over, extracts the clock from under the pillow and presses the button on the top, in-between the two hammers that belt the crap out of the bell things to make that utterly stupid, stupid sound. Who the hell wakes up to something like that?
Sweat pouring off me, heart rate of an Olympic sprinter, my face contorted in anger, Chris looks at me and tries to speak, but no sound comes out. He has eyes rounder than an owl’s and his mouth is open so far that he looks as though he has a flip-top head. Realising that my language was waaaay out of bounds and perhaps my reaction a tad extreme, I give a little smile and smooth my hair away from my face. He’s still looking at me, stupefied. He tilts his head on the side and creases his eyebrows, positioning his mouth as though he’s ready to speak, but still no sound comes out.
“Ummm, sorry about that,” I whisper. He inhales and looks again as though he is about to speak, but, still nothing. “It’s very loud Chris, does it have a volume control?”
He looks at the clock, turning it over in his hands. Then he looks at me, concern written all over his face, mixed with a touch of fear. But still, no sound. He walks around the bed and places the clock on his bedside table, patting it as if it needs comforting.
“Think we’ll keep it on my side of the bed from now on,” he says, looking as though he’s glad there is a bed in-between us.
“Yep, probably for the best. Sorry.” Don’t worry, Mrs O’Shane, I’ll be your roomie by lunchtime at this rate.
He points to the bathroom, grabs his work clothes and leaves the room, looking back over his shoulder in disbelief, still unable to speak. I wave to him, mouth “Sorry” again and climb back into bed…
To be in the draw to win either an Kindle (Amazon) or ITunes e-copy of my debut novel, Hindsight. All you have to do is finish the following sentence:
If I were to time travel back to 1961, the item I would miss the most would be…
Once you’ve entered my giveaway, visit Juliet’s blog & enter her giveaway too, and visit any or all of the other participating blogs to enter more prize draws. You could potentially win a whole heap of prizes! Good luck! Visit the official Blog Blitz post here: http://www.julietmadison.wordpress.com