Help Slow Surrender succeed and get a reward

This is it! SLOW SURRENDER launches today in paperback! Yeahhhh!!!

So, I started doing this when the ebook came out, and I’m going to keep it up until September 1st! Basically, help me spread the word about the book Slow Surrender, and I’ll reward you with a special erotic bonus scene from James’s point of view.

In fact, James wouldn’t settle for merely describing a sex scene. He wrote a whole treatise on the nature of sex and desire. It’s a nine-page ebook, “James on THE ART OF LOVE,” which I have as PDF, epub, or mobi.

How do you get the bonus ebook? Trade me a screencap or photo of any of the following by emailing it to ctan.writer @ gmail.com, and let me know which format you want (PDF/mobi/epub) and I’ll email you back the file!

All the following are valid in trade:

* screencap of your review of the book on Goodreads or Amazon

* screencap of your review or recommendation of the book to your friends on Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Livejournal, or any other social network, really!

* photo of the paperback on sale in your local bookstore (or Target!)

* photo of your copy of the paperback with your cat or other pet

* photo of yourself with the book wearing pearls! (either you or the book can be wearing the pearls…)

(Sample “book and pearls selfie”…)

But wait, there’s more! A SECOND special incentive…

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Mirrored from blog.ceciliatan.com.

State of Mind

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Carynne picked me up at the airport and took me straight to a Vietnamese restaurant in Chinatown. I went through the motions of talking to her, telling her about some of the parties in LA, and about Remo’s house–though she’d been there before, she reminded me. More times than me, in fact. I forget how long everyone’s known each other. I almost forget sometimes that it was through Remo I met her in the first place. I almost forget sometimes that I was scared to death of being alone in a room with her.

Anyway, like I said, I went through the motions of talking while we ate. Then I looked around. “We’ve been here before, haven’t we?”

“Yeah. This is where I took you the night of the Jingle Bell show.”

“Ahhh.” I rubbed my face. “I seem to recall I felt pretty crappy that night.”

“I think you felt a little better after eating here.”

“I think I felt a little better after talking to you.”

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