It's not too late to get in on the
Those of you who have followed me for a bit know that last May I went to the Storymaker writing conference and also signed up for Bootcamp. Well, my bookcamp Drill Instructor was the charming Melanie Jacobson, author of The List and the recently released Not My Type. I'm reading Not My Type right now and thoroughly enjoying it. Because I was in the middle of another book, I lent this one to a coworker to read first. She loved it! This coworker seems to get to read all my books before I do. Ugh!
Well, to help celebrate the release of Melanie's new book, I'm hosting a giveaway. Some lucky person is going to win a copy of Not My Type. So what's it about? Here's what the back of the book says:
Twenty-three-year-old Pepper Spicer is not living the dream. She ended her engagement at the last minute because fiance—a musician an soon-to-be reality TV star—wanted her to sacrifice her own career ambitions for his. Now she's stuck at home sharing a room with her little sister, trying to pay off massive debt for a wedding that didn't happen, and spending Friday nights Facebook-stalking everyone who has a better life. Her therapist father urges her to choose her career dreams and count her blessings by writing weekly thank-you notes, but gratitude is a tall order when she botches an important job interview and has to settle for writing an undercover dating web-zine column—the last thing in the world she wants to do. Still, as Pepper (byline:Indie Girl) chronicles her bizarre and hilarious blind dates, she gives her father's challenge a try and slowly finds herself leaving self-pity behind. Life takes a major upswing as Pepper's column hits the big time and she tastes the exhilarating thrill of success. But there's one tiny problem: the intensely hot man she's falling for is having issues with her job (again). Will Pepper trade her personal ambition for another chance at love?
And if you're still not sure you want this book (and I'm tellin' you, you want this book), you can read the first chapter here.
Now that you've whetted your appetite with that little appetizer of a chapter, I bet you're wondering what you have to do to win the book.
Well ...
This is what you MUST do:
- Comment here that you're interested in being entered in the drawing
- Since some of this romance also has to do with Pepper's job/career, share a job that you've had some time in your life
This is what you CAN do if you so choose:
- Follow me if you aren't already doing so
- Follow Melanie here
This is going to be a short contest,
and I will announce the winner on my post
on Friday morning.
And don't forget to check out The List:
Ashley Barrett doesn’t want to get married. At least, not anytime soon. She doesn’t care how many of her friends and family members and fellow churchgoers had weddings before they finished college — the last thing she needs in her fun-loving twenties is the dead-weight of some guy. And that’s why she created The List. By the time she completes all twenty-five goals — from learning a language to skydiving to perfecting the art of making sushi — she’ll be more ready to settle down. Maybe.
This summer in California is a prime time for Ashley to cross two items off the list: learn to surf (#13) and have a summer romance (#17). And Matt Gibson, the best surf instructor in Huntington Beach and the most wanted guy in the singles ward, is the perfect man for the job. Ashley hatches a plan to love him and leave him before heading off to grad school in the fall (#4, get a master’s degree). But when Matt decides he doesn’t like the “leaving” part, Ashley’s carefully laid plans are turned sideways. Now Ashley faces an unexpected dilemma: should she stick to the safety of The List, or risk everything for a love that may tie her down — or might set her free?
Since I'm asking you to tell about a job you had, I'll lead out. One of the jobs I had in college was folding T-shirts. Well, shorts, too, since it was the laundry for the university gym, but there wasn't anything to folding shorts. Have you dropped dead from boredom, yet? It was so badwe'd have contests to see how many t-shirts we could fold in an hour. O_o
It's amazing the things people would leave with their gym clothes. I mean, come on. I realize a guy might not notice when he left his jock strap behind, but a girl's panties or bra? We used to have fun with those and slip them into the neatly folded clothes of members of the opposite sex. Bear in mind that I attended a conservative religious university *coughBYUcough*. We tend to be a little tight about stuff like that, especially back before there was dirt.
What can I say?
So, what dumb job have you had?
