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Shooting for five; #10 can

First, check out the latest 5-star review of Hope Lies in Less, which calls the short-story collection “dark chocolate for your bookshelf.” Love that. So very much.

Second, I have finished designing the book cover for the print-version of Fightball: Dying of Suck. The front of the book looks much as I presented here, and the back is filled with awesome. You’ll see.

Third, advance reviews of Fightball: Dying of Suck have been spectacular … simply spectacular. The word that comes up more than any other: HYSTERICAL!

TWO WEEKS UNTIL FIGHTBALL, PEOPLE.

NOVEMBER 3rd, 2015.

Mark your calendars.

 

Speaking of calendars …

I am looking for bloggers to shout the praises of Fightball: Dying of Suck.

DETAILS:

I will provide a free e-copy of the book well in advance of your review. I will provide promotional information and whatever other material you may need for your review. Each reviewer will be able to give away three signed print copies of Fightball: Dying of Suck to winning commenters on his or her review.

If this is something you would be interested in doing (or if you know someone who would be interested) (or if you just have questions), please email me at kris@prettyalltrue.com.

I am looking for a minimum of five bloggers, but I am happy to accommodate several thousand.

As if.

Let’s shoot for five.

Me

Fightball: Dying of Suck Hope Lies in Less I had no dark ... dang it Yes that is a #10 can
October 20, 2015

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15 thoughts on “Shooting for five; #10 can”

  1. Amy Mayo says:
    October 20, 2015 at 12:52 pm

    Oh Man. I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!!

    1. Kris says:
      October 20, 2015 at 12:56 pm

      YAY for impatience!

      Wait.

  2. axel says:
    October 20, 2015 at 3:23 pm

    Waiting sucks.

    1. Jan Goldfield says:
      October 20, 2015 at 3:57 pm

      I have an advance copy and found it wonderful. If Hope Lies in Less is described as dark chocolate, Fightball would be M and M’s with nuts.

      1. Kris says:
        October 20, 2015 at 4:27 pm

        Oh, I like that.

        I like that very much.

    2. Kris says:
      October 20, 2015 at 4:27 pm

      Doesn’t it, though?

      Agreed.

      1. Kris says:
        October 20, 2015 at 6:12 pm

        This last was to Axel … I didn’t realize at first that Jan had responded to his comment. Carry on.

  3. Madison says:
    October 21, 2015 at 8:02 am

    Eek I can’t wait to review Hope Lies in Less! Got it in the mail and started it yesterday. I will probably finish it today. I love it so far :)

    1. Kris says:
      October 21, 2015 at 12:29 pm

      Well … I like you VERY much.

      1. Madison says:
        October 23, 2015 at 11:55 am

        Of course it exceeded my expectations. Bravo! I’m in love.

        1. Kris says:
          October 23, 2015 at 3:26 pm

          Just finished reading your Amazon review … which is stunning in its awesomeness. THANK YOU so much for reading and for loving the words and for following through with the effort of reviewing. All of those things mean the world to me.

          Readers like you mean the world to me.

          Thank you, Madison.

  4. Rodney Lacroix says:
    October 21, 2015 at 12:24 pm

    YAY.

    YOU.

    So so so excited for you.

    1. Kris says:
      October 21, 2015 at 12:30 pm

      Awww.

      Thank you.

  5. Vicki says:
    October 23, 2015 at 6:47 pm

    I’m waiting for the print version cause I’m old fashioned and I want TWO WHOLE BOOKS AUTHORED BY YOU on my nonexistent bookshelf (nightstand stacked high).

    Can’t wait!

    1. Kris says:
      October 24, 2015 at 7:22 pm

      Just so you know … the pre-orders of the e-version won’t be fulfilled until the 3rd of November, so no version is offered ahead of the other.

      Also, YAY for reading!

      Love that.

      THANK YOU!

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