Well recently, as in last Thursday, I was trolling around my favorite haunts –blogs– when I came across a phrase that usually stops me in my tracks.
No, wait. That wasn’t it. Okay. Yes it is. I stop anywhere for free booze. Actually, someone was holding a chess tournament and they invited me.
Um, no. That wasn’t it either.
Vampires. Yes, it concerned vampires – the walking undead, which does usually happen when I down a whole case of booze while playing chess-drinking games.
Okay, I’m just being plain silly now.
What happened was I stopped by the Book Roast blog. This is a place where authors go to show off their wares. They post a small excerpt of their books, and then readers play games like how soused will Michelle get before she cracks a bishop piece up someone’s . . .
Um, I better take a different route with this. I stopped by the blog where author (and agent) Lucienne Diver had her book, VAMPED, being roasted – not literally. I’m sure with the right seasoning one can really devour it but second-hand smoke is bad for a person.
Anyway, people were having a fun time answering questions so they could compete to receive a free signed copy of the book.
Guess who won?
Yep. The question involved chess. What is the sexiest piece on the board and how would you move it (or something like that)? I picked the Rook for obvious reasons. I believe my answer was, “He's stout, large in his role, always sure in his moves when chasing down the pawns, and patient to sit in the corner knowing you are saving him as best for last. Move him straight up the Queen’s dress.”
So many dirty thoughts are going through some of my readers’ minds right now.
Stop it. This is a Young Adult novel. So I don’t want to hear anything cheeky. The book just came in on Monday and, oh wow! I’m not usually a fan of Young Adult fiction. But we have a sassy teenage vampire trying to transform her entire high school into her own vampire army while another sassy teenage vampire tries to stop it while preventing any wardrobe malfunctions.
I was laughing before I even got to the first chapter. This is my kind of book just by the blurb on the back. Chess. Vampires.
All I need is booze.
Anyway, go pick up the book yourself and read it. You won’t be disappointed unlike the horrors of this blog post. I have to cut down on that strawberry kiwi juice, and attend an AA meeting.