Bedding Down Contest!

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008 • 12 Comments on Bedding Down Contest!

Winter is still a few weeks away, but Bedding Down: A Collection of Winter Erotica hit the shelves today!  I know, because I went to Barnes & Noble and saw four lovely copies on the shelf! I had to buy one, even though I have other copies coming.  What am I going to do with so many books?  Give them away, of course!  December is a month of gift giving, so be sure to enter for a chance to win a copy for yourself.

My editor, Rachel Kramer Bussel, has posted her introduction and the table of contents on her blog.  I also blogged about Bedding Down, posted an excerpt of my novella “One Night in Winter,” and gave away a copy at Write Minded last week.  Coming up, I’ll be blogging at Love is an Exploding Cigar (isn’t that a great blog title?) on December 15—and giving away another copy!

Contest: Win a copy of Bedding Down: A Collection of Winter Erotica

Want a copy of this erotic romance winter anthology of your own?  Post a comment below and share a favorite winter memory!  On December 31, I will choose


entries at random.  Winners will receive an autographed copy of Bedding Down: A Collection of Winter Erotica and some other winter treats!

Be sure to include your e-mail address in your entry so I can contact you if you’re a winner.  If you can’t wait to get your hands on Bedding Down and buy a copy before December 31, I will substitute another book from my backlist.

You must be over 18 to enter.  One entry per person.

Now, I’m going to snuggle up with my copy of Bedding Down!  Happy almost Winter!




Posted by Kristina in Writing
  • Kristina says:

    What wonderful memories!

    Eden—I think “The Lake Erie Effect” would make a great story title.

    GMH—Isn’t it funny the little details that stay with us?  A corn muffin.  I love it!

  • Eden says:

    A winter memory. Hrm. Well April 1, 2005 isn’t winter but it involves winter weather. We were supposed to drive three hours to visit my husband’s family, a trip I never liked to make. So I went to bed early b/c I had a headache gathering. I couldn’t really sleep but I wasn’t fully awake. Somehow I got a favorite movie star on the brain and laid there thinking about him, waiting either to fall asleep or for the headache to go away. By the time my husband came to bed, the headache was gone and had been replaced by lust wink. When we woke up the next morning, we’d had almost a foot of snow, hence my headache (I get them with drastic weather changes), We cancelled our drive back and had a long weekend “in.” One human gestational period later, and a few days before the first day of winter, our son was born wink All b/c of a Lake Erie lake effect snowstorm.

  • GMH says:

    I actually lost my virginity in the dead of winter. And although the relationship didn’t work out—uh, turns out, oops, I don’t like boys—he was still very sweet and offered me an Entermann’s corn muffin afterward. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that Entermann’s corn muffin. The whole gesture was just so odd and quirky and totally sweet.

  • JustinRZB says:

    It was FREEZING. We had to trudge through the snow to his house, my car parked alongside the curb. I had met him that evening at Cheesecake Factory – I noticed the skinny, toned host in all black as I shoved a burger down my throat. But he kept walking by. Looking my way and smiling. When he stuck his tongue out, I scribbled my phone number on my napkin and held it out on the side of the table.

    Clearly a pro, he grabbed it as he passed without fanfare, and called me hours later.

    His house (okay, basement apartment in a house) was warm as he always left the heat running before a shift. Some nondescript Christmas movie went up on the TV and much wine went past our lips.

    We didn’t hardly know each other, but when it’s that cold, you’ll do anything for warmth.

    And we ended up being winter break boyfriends any way.

  • Fedora says:

    How cool to see your book on the shelf, Kristina!  Of course you had to stop and get one!  wink

    Hmm… a winter memory?  One of the first was the last time it snowed in San Francisco—I was five or six, and there was just enough for people to scrape together little tiny snowmen in their front yards.  Of course they were gone by the next morning!  It NEVER snows around here, and my kids would love it if it did!

  • Allison says:

    It’s not a specific memory, just a few fav things I love about Winter: waking in the morning to a good snowfall and all is beautifully white and quiet outside; drinking lots of hot chocolate any time of the day; sitting in the dark with just the twinkling Christmas tree lights.  Especially wondeful is snuggling under a blanket with a good read!  Happy Book Release Kristina smile

  • Kristina says:

    Love that line, Justin—“We didn’t hardly know each other, but when it’s that cold, you’ll do anything for warmth.”  Great story!

    Fedora—I grew up in south Florida and remember the one and only time it snowed (flurries—and barely that!).  I was in elementary school and they let us out to play while it lasted.  We scooped together teeny little snowballs. It really was a strange little miracle to have snow in Florida.

    Thanks, Allison!  And thank you for sharing your favorite winter things.  I insisted on putting up my Christmas tree up before Thanksgiving because the twinkly lights make me happy!

  • Michelle says:

    Snow falling lightly, Christmas shopping……………….brr……holding my husband’s big warm hand……..the fireplace……a really nice glass of wine…warm wine kisses……..snow still falling…..big soft carpet in front of fire…his warm kisses on my neck…..waking up in his arms

  • Helen says:

    All my memories of sledding happen in the dark. 

    As a child I lived with my father, who worked very hard at a job he did not like, and went to school at night to get a college degree.  This was long before the advent of college programs aimed at working adults; getting his degree took seven years.  But he still wanted to do everything—work, school, and do the parent/kid things.  And we did do them: just at really, really odd hours. 

    So we went sledding one night.  I had a new sled and this was a new hill, but I kept dilly-dallying around at the top. 

    I wouldn’t get on the sled and slide down because I couldn’t see the bottom of the hill.  It would be years and years before anyone realized how dramatically nearsighted I was, and so I spent my formative years as a sort of junior-grade Mister Magoo.  There could be anything down there—monsters, thin ice over swampy smelly water,  dragons, Republican party officials…

    But I didn’t want to admit I was too scared to get on the sled and slide down to the bottom of the hill and into the arms of anti-tax activist Grover Norquist, who would cook me and eat me. Of course, he figured it out, and then I told him that I wanted to grow up so I would grow out of being scared.  I’ll never forget what he said to me:  “All the feelings are there for a reason, even the bad feelings.  God gave you anger to fight injustice, and he gives us fear to keep us safe.”

    God neglected to provide adequate base layers to keep us from freezing our ass off, however, so we went home and watched Battlestar Galactica.  The old one.

  • fredlet says:

    So my memory is a winter memory… in July.
    As you may have noticed, I am from the SF Bay Area and after the sun goes down its colder than in winter everywhere else.
    I had been sitting and talking with the boy of the moment (this was a long time ago-yikes, really long ago) and we talked and talked. Over the course of about 3 hours, we talked about everything and nothing then shyly inched toward that first kiss… all to the smell of star jasmine and the cold of a bay area evening.

  • Sledding down the Davidson’s hill!
    They lived down the street and owned a large lot the spanned between two streets.
    They let all the kids bring their sleds and enjoy the snow in the safety of our neighborhood.

    After we were done, tuckered out from climbing back up the big hill time and time again, we would head home.

    Mom would have big pot of tea with real milk and real sugar all mixed in! Mmmm! Guess I’m british at heart!

    We would recharge our batteries with the tea, swap out our mitten, hats, and socks for dry ones and head back out again! Lovely!

  • I just picked two copies up. One for my wife and one for my sister.  Thanks for the heads up.

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