Understandably, these are even more limited than normal ARCs. But they're worth the read (and the finished books...hoo, nelly). So what's a girl to do?
Give some stuff away, naturally. Specifically, one copy of each Subterranean Press ARC.
This particular giveaway is open to US residents or to non-US residents who feel like paying postage. I'm very sorry about the restriction, there, but I'm in the middle of convention season, and I don't have the spare dollars right now. To enter...
1. Comment with which book you'd like to win, and why.
2. Give your best plea to the Random Number Generator.
3. If you're a non-US resident, indicate both this and your willingness to pay postage.
I will use the RNG to choose three potential winners for each book, and then choose the plea I like best. Yes, that makes it a little arbitrary, but only a little. Winners will be selected on Wednesday, August 8th, at noon PST. The usual twenty-four hour window will then apply.
Game on!
ETA: Guys, don't tell me why you want to win/why you should win; tell the RNG why you, above all others, are the predestined owner of the book. I want you to bribe the random number generator like a corrupt politician. Have fun! Don't just tell me "because I want it." If you didn't, you wouldn't be here!
August 6 2012, 03:01:49 UTC 4 years ago
(I'm in Oregon)
Why should this lovely lovely book be mine? Simple.
Tybalt is my husband in fae cat form.
He showed up in my life unexpectedly and irritated the heck out of me (was dating my step sister), and then proceeded to continue to do so (long after they broke up) until I was used to him, then liked him, then disappeared without warning, turning up monthes (or 2 years) later on my doorstep to rescue me, only to disappear again.
He showed up again when I needed him most.
He left behind a leather coat I wore everywhere that smelled just like him (Old Spice and mechanics grease) that was my armor when I needed it.
He looks heavenward and shakes his head every time I bounce right into the place I shouldn't be.... then follows behind and picks up the pieces.
Underneath the lazy bad boy image he cultivates is a man of honor.
Obviously I NEED to see the truth behind the bits of history he's given me!
(If THAT's not good enough reason, he's been out of work three years, my job was never meant to support us, and we have three kids, two in the first two years of high school and a 7th grader. The ONLY way I get the book at the price it's at is by winning it.)