CONTEST...

BOBBIE FAYE'S (kinda, sorta, not exactly) FAMILY JEWELS has hit the stores!

(If you're new to Bobbie Faye, think "action/adventure" and comedy. Or as I like to explain, if Elmore Leonard and Janet Evanovich were to have a bastard love child, it would be Bobbie Faye. Here's where you can see the craziness that went on in book one: here.... and an except of book two: here.)

And to celebrate, it's CONTEST time.

We (and by we, I mean the super cool, amazing and fabulous Michele Bardsley and Dakota Cassidy) are running a blog contest today. Bobbie Faye has been slammed by the editor of her local paper--she owes him money--she sort of blew up a couple of things and ran over a few other things that he owned and he's really not happy about this. She's trying to pay him back by doing an advice column.


Three letters to Bobbie Faye and her BAD advice back... means THREE chances to win... read the letter and then see what ya gotta do to enter below.


And now here's the latest letter to plague Bobbie Faye:

Dear Bobbie Faye:

I have a sort of itty bitty problem. My girlfriend says I'm accident prone, and I'm beginning to think she's right. I'm not sure what to do about it. First, that radio fell in the bathtub, and honest-to-God, I don't remember setting it up there on the edge of the tub, and I almost didn't make it out of there fast enough. And then the bed caught on fire--man, that was a freak accident! I could have sworn the iron wasn't even plugged in on the ironing board next to the bed, but Sally says I sleepwalk sometimes, and turn things on. And then yesterday, the gun fell out of the closet, hit the floor and shot a hole clean through the other side of the bedroom. It's getting to where I just don't know what I'm gonna do next, and Sally and her good friend, the doctor, say there's nothing wrong with me, that I'm just clumsy.

I see you've gone through a whole slew of crazy disasters, and you're still in one piece. Can you give me some advice to help me not be so clumsy?

Signed,

Not Who You Think It Is

Dear Not A Lick of Sense:

Harold. Honey. I know that's you. I tried to tell you last year when the car fell off the jack stands while you were working underneath it that maybe Sally hadn't quite forgiven you for that time with Loretta. It's probably a good bet that she's also found out about Cindy. And probably Mary Lou. And I don't care how you want to think about it, no guy accidentally falls into another woman's vagina. Ever.

And Harold? The UPS guy mentioned he'd just delivered a big ass chain saw to your house, so you might want to re-think that whole nooner thing you've got going with Betsy Ann and get busy packing, while you still have parts to pack.

signed,

Bobbie Faye


NOW, for the contest....


So here's what ya gotta do to enter--

Read Nina's cry from the lovelorn here: http://www.dakotacassidy.net/

Read Patsy's plea here: http://www.michelebardsley.com/

Read Bobbie Faye's newest letter for her column (above) and comment here!

We're all giving away prizes, and you could be entered to win 'em all! Just leave comments at each blog. Each author will choose a winner. And here's what you could win if you come play with us!

Dakota's giving away a signed ARC of ACCIDENTALLY DEAD and an Amazon gift certificate for 15 smackers :)

Michele Bardsley's offered up an ARC of her November release WAIT TILL YOUR VAMPIRE GETS HOME and some Broken Heart goodies.

And I'm giving away a 15$ Barnes and Noble gift certificate and an awesome T-shirt: http://www.cafepress.com/bobbiefaye.245732603


And now those damned contest rules--

Contest begins Sunday June 1, 2008 and ends Monday June 2, 2008 at midnight CST. One winner will be chosen from each blog--so go enter them all!

All winners are chosen at random and must check back at each blog on Tuesday June 3, 2008 to see if they've won in order to claim their prize.