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One of my favorite authors is Patricia Briggs. Her husband Mike runs her website Hurog (and joins in conversations on Amazon). Her book Iron Kissed was in a contest run by the bloggers at Dear Author and Smart Bitches Trashy Books. Mike Briggs' description of the end of the contest included the following:
Iron Kissed vs The Spymaster's Lady. A paranormal vs. an exquisitely-researched historical romance that Patty had been gushing about ever since she read it.
[Cue gunfighting music.]
[Camera: stage right, tight focus on a battered copy of Iron Kissed, dog-eared pages rustling in a dry wind.]
[Camera, stage left: extreme zoom showing a heroic, manly chest bared in the harsh morning light. Slowly pull out to reveal the gorgeous cover of The Spymaster's Lady.]
[Cue lone tumbleweed, blowing across center stage. Fade music. Pause. Slowly bring up drum-roll on Timpani.]
A flurry of voting. Twitter blazes to life with trash talk. Keyboards explode into action.
It's close . . . so very, very close, but in the words of Adrian Paul, "There can be only one!"
Final Shot: Iron Kissed stands alone, back lit by a a fiery sunset.
Iron Kissed vs The Spymaster's Lady. A paranormal vs. an exquisitely-researched historical romance that Patty had been gushing about ever since she read it.
[Cue gunfighting music.]
[Camera: stage right, tight focus on a battered copy of Iron Kissed, dog-eared pages rustling in a dry wind.]
[Camera, stage left: extreme zoom showing a heroic, manly chest bared in the harsh morning light. Slowly pull out to reveal the gorgeous cover of The Spymaster's Lady.]
[Cue lone tumbleweed, blowing across center stage. Fade music. Pause. Slowly bring up drum-roll on Timpani.]
A flurry of voting. Twitter blazes to life with trash talk. Keyboards explode into action.
It's close . . . so very, very close, but in the words of Adrian Paul, "There can be only one!"
Final Shot: Iron Kissed stands alone, back lit by a a fiery sunset.