Teeny Tiny Twitter Contest

So I said on Twitter yesterday that if I had 650 followers by noon today I'd run a contest. Um, yeah, that was a little over-ambitious. Not to worry, though, I still want to give away copies of Anathema!

Over the next three days I'll give away three ebooks of Anathema to lucky Tweeters. I'll give away any electronic format the winner chooses. If you already own Anathema, you can win for a friend. I'll also be happy to send Oubliette bookmarks to any who enters if you DM me your mailing address via Twitter.

How do you enter? Easy. Tweet this:

I want to win an e-copy of Anathema by @meggjensen1 http://www.meggjensen.com #kindle #nook #ebook #giveaway

Retweets do not always show up in my feed. The BEST way to enter is to copy and paste the message and then tweet it.

On Friday at 5pm CST the contest will end, I'll randomly choose three winners, and contact them by Monday. Easy peasy!

GOOD LUCK!

Fine print: You may enter as many times as you like. You must be 18 to enter or have your parent's permission. Only entries that show up in my Twitter feed will be counted. Entrants will be assigned a number and winners will be randomly chosen through Random.com.

Trailer Tuesday #4 Adult Thriller/Mystery

Deep Rough by Chris Blewitt



Regret by Dan Dawkins



The Paris Secret by Angela Henry



Final Justice by Mel Comley



Death Line by Geraldine Evans

Oubliette Synopsis

Reychel thought she was finally free. She was wrong.

Everyone saw her gift of prophecy as a blessing, but her gift is controllable. No one alive can teach her to manipulate her unique gift and the answers she needs lie buried within a madman’s journals.

She’s thrust in the midst of a brewing war and the only uniting factor for her people is their belief in the Prophet. Will Reychel learn to control her gift or will she be forced to deliver a false prophecy that could lead her people into a violent, unwinnable war?

In case you missed it, here's the trailer...

Things You Probably Don't Want to Know About Megg: Marching Band

That's me in the middle. The redheaded girl with the red glasses trying desperately to look four inches shorter than she is. I've blocked out my two high school BFF's eyes for their privacy. Yeah, I was super hawt, I know. You can stop drooling now. ;)

I was the BIGGEST marching band nerd you could ever meet and I was proud of it. In 8th grade, I was too young for marching band but I volunteered to be a roadie. I ran around the football field setting flags for the girls in color guard dreaming of the day I would be one of them.

Fast forward one year and yes, I'd made it. I joined the color guard. Sophomore year I became color guard captain. Yes, I was that awesome at twirling flags and fake rifles. Sadly an injury, a marching band injury no less, cut my guard aspirations short.

My junior year I played my piccolo in marching band. Our show had a James Bond theme. You know that awesome high-pitch riff in Live & Let Die? Yeah, baby, that was me on piccolo. As the end of junior year approached and I heard there would be an opening for drum major I knew my time had come.

I tried out and became the lead drum major for my senior year. My mom tells me the band director told her I was by far the best audition (no, I wasn't the only one - there were actually quite a few). Nothing could have made me prouder. Seriously.

What's weird is that since then I've had many, many dreams about high school, and marching band specifically. And in every single dream I quit band my senior year. Weird, right? I don't know why either.

You'd think that since I've been out of high school for more than twenty years, I let go of my love of marching band. Nope. In fact a couple years ago I was outside sweeping my driveway. I felt the broom handle in my hands, so familiar to the size of the flags I used to twirl - and I did it. In my driveway, where I thought no one could see me because they were all at work, I let loose. I flipped that broom up into the air, spun around, caught it, and posed. I knew I still had it and was so excited until I heard a light cough behind me. My neighbor had come outside. He chuckled and said, "I see somebody used to be in marching band." I smiled, winked, and twirled the broom some more. ;)

Trailer Tuesday, #3 SciFi Edition

Today I have two freaking fantastic scifi book trailers for you! Enjoy!

Rogue Hunter: Quest of the Hunter by Kevis Hendrickson



Expert Assistance by Robert Collins

Expectations & Hope vs. Reality

I don't know if everyone thinks like me, but when I embark on something new, like epubbing, I have expectations and hopes.

With expectations, I try to be completely negative - I will sell nothing. Everyone will laugh at me. I am a freaking idiot.

Then I have the hopes - OMG, I'm going to sell a million copies my first week out. People will call me the next JK Rowling (even though my books are nothing like hers). I will be a gazillionaire.

Then there's reality, which falls somewhere in the middle. I've sold nearly 300 copies of Anathema in two months. I've gotten some really amazing reviews. I've also gotten a couple not-so-amazing reviews. I'm happy with what I've achieved, but I'm sure I can do better.

Yeah, that's the only part of me that sounds like a rational person. Too bad the other 2/3 of me sounds a little, well, nuts. ;)

Is everyone else like this? Trying to balance the positive with the negative, yet settling somewhere in the middle with reality?

Things You Probably Don't Want to Know About Megg: Dance Edition

I love to dance. Ever since I was a little girl standing on my daddy's feet, I've had the dancing bug.

I don't care what kind of music it is - I want to dance to it. I've danced in clubs, bars, ballrooms, more bars, in my living room by candlelight, in parks, at concerts, even more bars - well, pretty much everywhere I've ever been.

I know a little more than the basics of swing, lindy hop, and ballroom - and a very tiny amount of salsa. I can shake my ass and spin around until I'm dizzy. Nothing in the world makes me feel as good as dancing.

Unfortunately I'm probably not as hot on the dance floor as I think. I've never seen video of me dancing, and for that I am glad. I'd like to live with the illusion that maybe I have some undiscovered talent and that maybe, just maybe, I should appear on So You Think You Can Dance.

But I know the truth....this is what I look like...Go White Girl, Go White Girl!