Happy Friday the 13th and welcome to my weekly contest –
Below you will find three different books, by three different authors, and beneath each, you will find three different short excerpts. Only one excerpt is from the listed book. Using the form at the bottom of the post, enter your guesses as to which excerpt is correct for each book. Once a month, I will draw a name from all those who attempt a guess on this game, AND on my Facebook SpotaLie game (check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAliciaDean/) The winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. Each week, the first person to guess all 3 correctly receives an additional entry. (TIP: Click on each link and read the blurbs for a better chance at guessing correctly)
In addition to filling out the contact form, we’d also love it if you would comment, whether it is about your guesses, the books, the authors, etc. Have fun!
Terms and Conditions: No purchase necessary to win. There is no limit on how many times one entrant can win. You do not have to guess correctly to be entered in the monthly drawing.
*** The game runs from the day it’s posted through the following Friday morning when the next post goes up, so feel free to send your guesses in and comment any time during that week. In order to stay up to date on each post, follow my blog by signing up in the column to the right.
*** Extra Giveaways!! –
***** Last week’s winner:
Kristina will receive a copy of Callie Hutton’s Seducing the Marquess! Congrats, Kristina!! Callie will be emailing you.
Book 1:
Dance Toward The Light by Linda Carroll-Bradd
Buy Link: http://a.co/daDRwlS
Find Linda Here: Facebook
Snippet A:
The low rumble of galloping horse hooves reached his ears. The sheriff caught a quick movement and watched as the westbound stagecoach came into view past the blacksmith shop. He stilled. The four-horse team ran wild, tossing their heads and kicking up dust clouds. The coach zigzagged down the center of town, the groan of leather harnesses and the creak of wheels getting louder.
Hell. Instinct pushed him to action. Quinn sprinted to the middle of Main Street and unholstered his gun. Waiting until the horses were close, he aimed his gun over the roof of the jail and fired.
Snippet B:
The wide smile and bright flash that lit her eyes gave her face a gamine look. One that hit him square in the chest. Needing to pull his attention from the surprise of that reaction, Kell glanced to where she pointed and made note of the sign proclaiming Othmann Dry Goods-Hardware-Meat. “I aim to walk my horse over. Do you need help with the buggy?”
“No, but thank ye. I’m quite able to handle this small conveyance. On me family’s dairy farm during me growing years, I handled draft horses pulling heavy wagons.”
Snippet C:
Turning from the window, she tucked the duster into its space on a low shelf and spun away, walking on tiptoes before dropping her boots flat. Could she do a back bend in this dress? Bracing apart her legs, she raised her hands over her head, arched her spine, and then leaned backward. Her muscles protested against the unaccustomed strain, forcing her upright again. Oh, phooey. She was too out of shape to do this simple acrobatic move.
What is there to do?
Book 2:
Everything His Heart Desires by Patricia Preston
Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01EE09ZNO
Find Patricia Here: www.patricia-preston.com
Snippet A:
I caught a whiff of his cologne. Polo Red. It didn’t seem right for Santa to smell sexy. I wondered if he had really been dumped on Valentine’s Day and who he was and what he looked like beneath the costume.
Yet another part of me liked that he was Santa. For now, I wanted him to be Santa. Ever since Adam had broken my heart, I had been cautious when it came to men. I had dated a couple of guys but I had kept my distance. I glanced at Santa. I felt safe with Santa. What girl wouldn’t?
Snippet B:
He bristled. “How much do you know about babies?”
“I’m clueless when it comes to babies. I don’t know anything about them.” She dipped a chip in the cheese before she lifted her gaze to his face. “But I do know a baby should have a mother and father if at all possible.”
His blue eyes narrowed. “I suppose that should be you and Dallas Peyton.”
Oh, shit, he’s Googled me. She took a moment to eat the chip. “No.” She dabbed her mouth with the napkin. “Not me and Dallas.” There was no her and Dallas, but that was a well-guarded secret.
Snippet C:
She was fine, and he was available. So there you go.
“I’ve heard we’re going to have great weather this weekend,” he said, throwing some bait her way. He tapped the elevator handrail. For the first time ever, he wished the elevator would move a little slower.
She batted those baby blues at him. “There’s a storm coming.”
A storm? He had watched the weather report on TV before he left his house. Sunny autumn weekend, high in the seventies, no rain. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, I’m fairly certain of it,” she insisted, lowering her lashes.
Book 3:
The Mad Monk’s Treasure by Kris Bock
Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Monks-Treasure-Southwest-Hunters-Book-ebook/dp/B00SKJU7BA
Find Kris Here: http://www.krisbock.com/
Snippet A
She leaned forward and ran her fingers over the grainy photograph. With that one image, everything seemed to fall into place. This was the clue. It had to be.
She fumbled in her desk drawer for a magnifying glass and studied the symbols in the photo more closely. At a glance, they looked like your standard Indian petroglyphs. You could find them throughout the Southwest, tucked away in caves or scattered among boulder fields.
But this was different.
If she was right—and she had to be right—these symbols were a map.
Snippet B:
The house creaked again, followed by a rhythmic sound – like footsteps. Jenny jerked upright, her ears straining. Had she heard a voice?
She shook her head. She must still be half asleep, dreaming. Imagining her grandparents were still here. Wishful thinking.
Downstairs, a door closed. Jenny clutched the blanket. Imagination be damned. She was not alone.
For a long moment, she sat frozen. During her ten years in New York City, she had never been burglarized or mugged. It seemed impossible that such a thing should happen now, here, in an off-season art camp five miles outside of Jemez Springs, New Mexico.
Snippet C:
I tried to focus on this one moment, the physical sensations of my aching body as I lay on the hard, damp ground. The cold against my bare calves, the lump of rock pressing into my shoulder. That focus helped keep me grounded in the present. Never mind that this present wasn’t a place I wanted to be. I had to deal with reality. But I didn’t have to also deal with nightmares. Not now.
Correct answers & winner of the extra entry from last week:
The first person to guess correctly was: Mary Anne Landers! Congrats, Mary Anne
Last week’s answers:
Dancing for the Devil Correct snippet: “A”
A Demon’s Witch Correct snippet: “B”
Seducing the Marquess Correct snippet: “A”
Author Alicia Dean 
Fun contest!
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Hi Alicia! Thanks for this week’s game. And for announcing I won last week’s.
It wouldn’t be right for me to win two weeks in a row. So don’t enter me this time, but allow me to enter my guesses. And find out next Friday if I got them right.
“The Mad Monk’s Treasure” by Kris Bock sounds like a fun read. Thanks for calling it to my attention.
Good luck!
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