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Having a contest, scroll down for new stuff.
Having a contest, scroll down for new stuff.
If you don't get emails from Harlequin, let me tell you to go there now. They are running a Twelve Deals of Christmas Thing. Today's deal is 80% off of their Bargain outlet. Shit's like 95 cents each. Got me thinking, since I went on a Harlequin mini-binge over the weekend...
Many readers are probably like I used to be, thinking that Harlequins are full of secret babies, sheiks, passive women and other cliches and anachronisms. Perhaps you are slightly intrigued but unsure whether or not to spend your hard earned money on something that has "Mistress" in the title for no apparent reason. Well, you're right about the fake mistress, the overbearing men and the lack of condoms, but categories can also be very readable. Given their short length, they're the perfect quick fix, making it easy to try something you wouldn't normally.
In honor of the holiday season, I am going to give away a prize pack of new and gently used Harlequins. Here's your chance to experiment with category romance. The package includes:
Mistress on Trial by Kate Hardy (Harlequin Presents)
Doing Ireland! by Kate Hoffman (Harlequin Blaze)
For the Sheik's Pleasure by Annie West (Harelquin Presents)
Restless Wind by Aimee Thurlo (Harlequin Intrigue)
Accidentally Expecting by Michelle Celmer (Silhouette Special Edition)
Coulda Been a Cowboy by Brenda Novak (Harlequin Superromance)
Doing Ireland! by Kate Hoffman (Harlequin Blaze)
For the Sheik's Pleasure by Annie West (Harelquin Presents)
Restless Wind by Aimee Thurlo (Harlequin Intrigue)
Accidentally Expecting by Michelle Celmer (Silhouette Special Edition)
Coulda Been a Cowboy by Brenda Novak (Harlequin Superromance)
All you have to do is comment and tell me about the worst present you ever got, for any occasion. One lucky commenter will be randomly chosen on December 15th. C'mon you know you want'em.
11 comments:
Ok. True story. My husband and I had an extremely brief courtship. Like 3 hours. And so our first valentine's day came rolling around. We were very young,we hadn't been married a year and we had our first child. My husband, in what could only have been a euphoric fit of hot romance, with the immortal word, "You can feed it little pieces of hamburger" gave me, the then vegetarian, a tiny venus fly trap with a ribbon on it. I shit you not. Funniest gift I ever ever got. Also pretty bad.
It died, BTW.
Heh. You've gotta wonder what salesperson convinced him that would be a fabulous gift.
I don't know if this counts, but the worst "gift" ever was my first fiance's idea of how to give me an engagement ring. We had already decided to get married but the ring was not exchanged. I was never comfortable around his family (shy I guess) and we were younger. He got the idea to tell everyone but me he was going to give me the ring, my parents and brother, his parents and sister, and arranged with everyone to give me the ring at Christmas with both families gathered there! Not my idea of a romantic time, unfortunately. My parents didn't know his and vice versa, but we all gathered for a Christmas exchange.
His mother picked out the purse it would go in and wrapped it, and she's the one who handed it to me, sitting by me the entire time in excitement. He was sitting across the room and wouldn't even look at me lol. Everyone's faces were just turned to me, knowing what was coming. Of course it's hard to react naturally in that situation *groans* It just didnt turn out well but I never let on of course, how could I? My mom could tell before I would secretly hate that way of getting the 'gift' lol.
Funny story :) That counts, you're in! I was there for something like that. It was my husband's best friend and his longtime girlfriend. New Year's Eve 2000. I think everybody knew about it except the two of us. Except it was just his family. I remember
being all tipsy and excited, but also thinking it was kinda weird.
Worst gift I can think of is this horrific red plaid cowboy shirt that my grandma gave me. I wore it the day after Christmas (being the good granddaughter I am), but within a couple hours I noticed that the cheap dye had turned my skin bright pink. I still get the shudders.
:)
I dont have a story for this...crapola! Good luck to everyone though!
Rowena--you're in, b/c I'm entering that awesome contest at Book Binge and turnabout's fair play!
You could tell someone else's story if you want.
Man I love other people's uncomfortable moments.
Roller blades. Sounds harmless, no? Not a good gift for a lady who regularly falls on escalators. I tore ligaments in my ankle, sprained my wrist, and was generally black and blue the first time I tried it. The second time, I found a giant spider in one of them, and realize that was a sign from God that I was not meant to roller blade, or spiders would bite me.
And I have another bad gift -- a glass swan when I was 8. Who gives an eight year old a glass swan? Methinks, someone who is re-gifting.
Shmee. LOL. Too awful. And too funny.
My dear boyfriend means well but he doesn't even celebrate Christmas in his country so he's kind of new to this whole gift-giving extravaganza. Last year, he very helpfully gave me one of those cans of air that you use to spray your computer keyboard clean and the wipes for cleaning the monitor. Mr. Clean, my boyfriend. Ok, so not the most romantic present but very practical. lol. This year I am making him a list to choose from. *g*
Shmee--definitely sounds like a re-gift. very weird.
Sula--That is seriously funny. I could use one of those, actually. A list sounds like the way to go.
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