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Fightball is here!

People?

 

FIGHTBALL: DYING OF SUCK IS AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE!

NOW!!

LIKE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!

 

Fightball-Kindle-Cover

 

I am so pleased to finally be able to share Fightball with you.  I can’t wait for you to read.  Can … not … wait.

Thank you so much to my advance readers and first reviewers.  YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME, and your words on Amazon have made me weepy.  Sniff.  I love you guys.

Check out the reviews, people … LOOK AT THE AWESOME.

Instead of carrying on with random giddiness, I direct you now to Bill’s place.  You may know Bill from the comments, where he has been hanging out for many years under the pseudonym Hogs Ate My Sister.  Because obviously.  Bill has agreed to, as he puts it, “slut for Fightball” … go see!

And guess what?  There are free copies of Fightball: Dying of Suck available to a few winning commenters over at his place!  Assuming Bill and I have worked out the difficulties of the international dateline nonsense, those books will be delivered sometime in August.  Or sooner.  Maybe.  New Zealand is weird.

Go comment and possibly win!

Fightball, people.

It’s a thing.

 

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November 3, 2015

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16 thoughts on “Fightball is here!”

  1. Jan Goldfield says:
    November 3, 2015 at 12:10 pm

    Congratulations. As a favored advance reader, I have read your magnificent chronicle of life in your world. You simply must have a book tour.

    1. Kris says:
      November 3, 2015 at 12:17 pm

      Ummm … I could tour my house, maybe.

      HERE IS THE WORLD-FAMOUS AUTHOR IN HER KITCHEN, FACE AVERTED.

      HERE IS THE WORLD-FAMOUS AUTHOR IN HER LIVING ROOM, FACE AVERTED.

      What?

  2. Renee says:
    November 3, 2015 at 1:13 pm

    Yays! And book tour…you can do it. Or maybe have Kallan be your mouthpiece. Or Maj could be your megaphone..

    Anyway.

    YAY!!!!

    1. Kris says:
      November 3, 2015 at 1:32 pm

      Or perhaps I will sit here in the basement and tour my insecurities.

      I COULD OPEN A BOOK-TOUR MUSEUM OF DOOM!

      1. julie gardner says:
        November 4, 2015 at 7:42 am

        This is why I’m glad we don’t have basements in California.
        Otherwise I’d be on this tour daily.

        1. Kris says:
          November 4, 2015 at 11:16 am

          My basement is a walk-out basement, and despite the dreary weather here in Oregon, is generally a warm and well-lit kind of place.

          Still, it’s a basement. Basements hold secrets.

          Also, there is a cement-encased HUGE windowless room we refer to as the “murder-room.”

          That part of the tour costs extra.

  3. Jan Goldfield says:
    November 3, 2015 at 2:00 pm

    Is the problem the TV wardrobe again? Certainly there are people here who would help with that. Warning: I am not one of them.

    1. Kris says:
      November 3, 2015 at 2:01 pm

      Hee hee.

  4. Stephanie B says:
    November 3, 2015 at 7:40 pm

    Just so you know I bought it, read it and loved it! I mean really loved it. Cannot wait for the next one!

    1. Kris says:
      November 3, 2015 at 8:26 pm

      OK, I have a Stephanie B who left a review on Amazon … but that’s not you, is it? Different people, I’m fairly certain. You should definitely leave a review on Amazon, what with loving the book and all. Ahem.

      Because I would totally be bossing you to leave a review if you hated it. Shhh.

      THANK YOU FOR LOVING FIGHTBALL.

      That means everything to me.

      Kris

  5. julie gardner says:
    November 4, 2015 at 7:43 am

    Thrilled for you.
    Can’t wait for December 15th.
    (And not just because I might start my Christmas shopping then.)

    1. Kris says:
      November 4, 2015 at 11:17 am

      You are so awesome to have agreed to help. I so hope you are reading and enjoying the book. Fingers crossed!

  6. Vicki says:
    November 4, 2015 at 11:42 am

    I am impatiently waiting for the print version. I must hug it and pet it and call it George. My preeeeessshhhuuuuussssss…

    1. Kris says:
      November 4, 2015 at 2:33 pm

      Soon. It will be there soon.

      George?

      I love that!

  7. Sue B says:
    November 4, 2015 at 1:14 pm

    Half a page in and I’m laughing. People at Starbucks are beginning to stare. It’s going to be a great read.

    1. Kris says:
      November 4, 2015 at 2:32 pm

      I am so happy to hear that.

      SO HAPPY.

      Yay!

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