Saturday, March 17, 2012

Irish Kisses and a Lucky Leprechan G*i*v*e*a*w*a*y Hop



Welcome to the 2nd Annual Lucky Leprechaun Giveaway Hop
March 17th to 22nd
What better way to say Erin Go Braugh
Leave a comment for a chance to win one of 3 copies of my book, coincidentally entitled Kiss Me, I'm Irish. Talk about luck! 3 random commenters will be chosen to win either print or e-versions. And like a found piece o' gold, there's a bonus prize of a Kiss Me, I'm Irish Tshirt to a fourth winner! 

 burn out design, size 11-13

So read the excerpt below, kiss someone for luck, and leave a comment!


Kiss Me, I'm Irish excerpt
                                                   © 2011 Bella Street



What time is it? It was too dark to see a clock, if that was still something people used these days. Emily wondered how such a thought could be possible. These days. Yesterdays. The future. Goodness! Deciding to put off the theory of time travel and instead seek the hour of the day, she eased her legs over the side of the bed. A slight gap in the curtains at the window beckoned and she shed her blanket, keeping Liam's shirt about her. With careful steps she negotiated her way across the room, and peeked through the curtain gap. 

Bright sunlight washed over ramshackle structures and small brick buildings reflected in puddles of water on the black oily surface of the roadway. It must've rained sometime in the night. Across the street, a small child rode on some kind of self-propelled three-wheeled contraption. A woman with burnished brown skin walked past holding large bags in her arms. A moment later, a smooth machine sped past—but enclosed instead of open-air like Liam and Tinker's machines. She shook her head, stupefied. Could the world have altered so very much? In such a relatively short time? It felt as if she had windmills in her head, spinning with conflicting information and absurd occurrences. 
 
I just need to think this through, to get my bearings. A sudden desire for a breath of fresh air assailed her after hours in the stuffy room. Emily reached for the doorknob.

I wouldn't go out there alone if I were you.”

She spun around and saw Liam sitting up in bed, shirtless. Averting her gaze, she dropped her hand. “I...I just wanted some fresh air.” 
 
A sound of rustling reached her ears and Liam appeared at her side. She noticed he'd put on a white clinging shirt with short sleeves. The stubble was longer on his face now and his dark hair nearly resembled Tinker's style. 
 
He regarded her from under heavy brows. “I'll come out with you, but just for a minute.” Liam unlocked the door with careful movements, possibly to avoid waking his sister. Opening the door, he ushered her out first. Once they were outside, he closed it quietly behind them. The air was heavy and warm and smelled of a mixture of hothouse blooms and decaying rubbish. 
 
The light made Emily squint at first, but when she got used to it, she looked up and down the street, struggling to reconcile how she could be in another time. But how could a dream or hallucination be so fantastic and detailed? She turned to her host. “What are all those poles with strings on them?”

His brows arched as if it were the last question he expected. “Those are power poles. You know, they carry electricity from house to house. It's how we turn on the lights without...a flame.”

Electricity,” she said slowly, looking back up at the wires. “I once attended a house party in Surrey where they had a Galvani machine. We all held hands in a circle and one of the members turned a crank on the machine. Then we each received an unpleasant electric shock. Is it anything like that?”

He stared at her without answering. Emily returned his gaze, realizing this was the first time she'd seen him in full light. His hair was coal black and mussed from sleep. His skin, tan and ruddy, as if he were a field laborer. And his eyes were the intense blue of a milkwort blossom, with a telltale darker ring around the outer edge of the irises. Of course! With a name like Liam she should've realized it sooner. He wasn't a gypsy at all.

He was an Irishman.

That meant this was some form of purgatory. Jem, Donnelly, and Our Lady of the Portal had had their revenge after all.



11 comments:

  1. Thank you for the wonderful excerpt & giveaway.

    Now who wants a kiss??

    marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com

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  2. That shirt is AWESOME!! I love it!

    kandlekraze@yahoo.com

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  3. Thank you for participating in the hop and for offering this book! I have seen some reviews for it and it is on my TBR list. Mwah!

    bas1chsemail at gmail dot com

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  4. i ♡ kiss me, i'm irish!!!
    LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
    monkeycstars(at)aol(dot)com

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  5. Thank you so much for the giveaway. I love the shirt. I already have the book but I would love to be entered for the shirt.

    seriousreader at live dot com

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  6. That is such a cute shirt, thanks for the chance to win!!

    swade05 at gmail dot com

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  7. I'd love a print copy! thanks for the chance! wilsondev(At)gmail(dot)com

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  8. Thanks so much to all who entered! The book winners were bas1chs, Devony, and Leigh Ann. The winner of the shirt was Linda. Congrats, guys! Hope everyone had a fun St Patty's Day!

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  9. Just wanted to drop by and say thanks for signing up for the Friday the 13th blog hop! I am looking forward to your giveaway!

    Heather at Red Headed Bookworm

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  10. Just wanted to drop by and say thanks for signing up for the Friday the 13th blog hop! I am looking forward to your giveaway!

    Heather at Red Headed Bookworm

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