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Best of Fates

 

First, thank you to Jen (otherwise known as The Next Martha) and Duffy (appearing under her husband’s name John Batzler) for their brand-new 5-star reviews of Fightball: Dying of Suck!

Check out the awesome!

Today, I direct you to Megan, over at Best of Fates. Megan is the self-proclaimed Queen of Awkward, and she is amazing and awkward and yes … royal. She has written the most awesome and hilarious review of Fightball ever.

And yes, I am giving away three copies of Fightball to winning commenters at Megan’s place.

Now … if you are a person who already owns Fightball … think of people you know who should read Fightball. People who could use a little laughter and ridiculousness in their lives. Now … who amongst those people can you strong-arm into heading over to Megan’s and leaving a comment?

Or … if you don’t feel as persuasive as I KNOW YOU TO BE, leave a comment to win the book for someone you love or like a little bit.

Just so you know (although I believe Megan mentioned it on her blog) … she is having an issue with occasional error messages to commenters, BUT YOUR COMMENTS ARE GOING THROUGH so persevere in the face of rejection and hardship.

Hee hee.

Also, did you see the photo that accompanies this post?  It’s supposed to depict awkward royalty.

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NAILED IT.

Love … me

Best of Fates Book review Fightball: Dying of Suck
November 12, 2015

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12 thoughts on “Best of Fates”

  1. Tish says:
    November 13, 2015 at 12:42 am

    Loving the book.

    1. Kris says:
      November 13, 2015 at 7:21 am

      I am so glad! YAY!

  2. Amy says:
    November 13, 2015 at 5:31 am

    Just when I thought it was impossible to love you more … you give us Princess Pooch of the Pretty All True Kingdom

    1. Kris says:
      November 13, 2015 at 7:22 am

      Right? Hazel is the temporary mascot around here until Jack gets groomed. He’s all garbled at the moment.

  3. Megan (Best of Fates) says:
    November 13, 2015 at 7:13 am

    Is that dog suppose to be me? I am SO ADORABLE. I can’t handle it.

    1. Kris says:
      November 13, 2015 at 7:23 am

      Hee hee … I so did not know you would stop by … yes … that’s supposed to be you.

      Notice the hand holding her uncooperative dogness in position.

      I don’t know how Wegman did it.

  4. Duffy says:
    November 13, 2015 at 9:08 am

    Mention by one of my favorite living in my computer people in a post with a link to another of my favorite mostly living in my computer people. (Megan and I have met. It was troll-riffic.)

    1. Kris says:
      November 13, 2015 at 10:19 am

      In real life? My head may explode … I like to pretend that never happens.

      ACK.

  5. Stephanie B says:
    November 14, 2015 at 4:12 am

    Hazel is adorable even when she doesn’t look amused!

    1. Kris says:
      November 14, 2015 at 11:55 am

      Seriously, though … I don’t know how that Wegman guy did it.

  6. Vicki says:
    November 25, 2015 at 7:12 am

    Bacon. It had to be bacon. That’s gotta be Wegman’s secret.

    1. Kris says:
      November 30, 2015 at 12:06 pm

      I think it must be bacon. Bacon and hidden electrical charges remotely controlled beneath the clothing of the overly-cooperative dogs.

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