C.D. Yates, who writes witty and funny and just all around feelgood romances, is having a contest.

Hop on over to her site and take a look (I promise you won’t regret it!)

I have really enjoyed Dog-gone But Not Forgotten, and I’m sure you will too.

The story is about a journalist, Carrie Moore, who inherits all her grandmother’s possessions.
They come in the form of a house, furniture — and Ellie, the devil dog from hell.
Not enough with Ellie leaving a path of destruction in her wake, the beast also runs into Jack Radigan, the highschool love Carrie had once intended to marry. Until he’d taken her best friend home after senior prom, and married her, instead.

I won’t give the plot away, go on over and check it out for yourself. Not only is it a great book, it’s also for a great cause. The proceeds go to It’s Meow or Never, an Animal Rescue and Sanctuary Charity.

So if you want to win a copy of the book, head on over to C.D. Yates’ blog, and enter the competion.

All you need to do, is tell her a story about a "Bad Dog", to be in with a chance.

Go on!

Title: Cursed Legacy – Vezien
Words Total Previous: 55,679
Words Written: 1847
Challenge Total: 5348
Word Count: 57,526
Hero Mood: Worried
Heroine Mood: Worried
Story Snippet:

    "There were kids in purgatory?" Sabriel gasped. "Good God, what did they do to end up there?"
    Of course. She had no idea how it worked. "Everyone goes to purgatory, Sabriel. It’s where your fate is decided. Purgatory is just another word for waiting room. It’s what you imagine it to be. I saw it for what it is, a vast empty space, but when I touched one of the souls there, I saw their version and shared it for a little while." He’d spent a lot of time there, almost all of his childhood and part of his adulthood. First he’d played, then he’d talked. "It’s not the devil’s waiting room, it’s the only waiting room. Some souls like it there and don’t move on for a long time."

Title: Cursed Legacy – Vezien
Words Total Previous: 52,178
Words Written: 3501
Challenge Total: 3501
Word Count: 55,679
Hero Mood: Sleepy
Heroine Mood: Slightly shocked
Story Snippet:
    She quietly opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. With a bit of luck she’d even see some wildlife. The moon was high and she smiled when the scent of mown grass and cool earth drifted into her nostrils. God, there was something to be said about quietly sitting on the porch with a cup of hot tea, enjoying the night. Her gaze drifted along the railing and she gasped when she became aware of Vezien sitting on her porch swing. He didn’t move, just sat, turned sideways, stretched out, his long legs crossed at the ankles. Talk about seeing wildlife. They didn’t come much wilder than him.

Note:
I deleted a good 5k words, because they didn’t work.
Part of this was already written, but never counted.
So yeah, I still have some catching up to do.

It’s on again.

Starting November 10th, we shall write like crazy (like we don’t always do that) for 70 days.