State of the Sookie

I accomplished fuck-all today.

Writing: 97, Fruits of Thine; 815, Horses; blog posts: 809
Total for day:1721
Total for the month/year: 97682

Deadline work:
Pegging: 10177/10000, Done!
Dark Shifters: 2263/10000
Horse shifters: 6536/10,000
BBW: 13250/20,000,
Total: 31314/50000

Must write 1702 words per day to finish the two I am planning

Workout: 15 minutes

Flying: none

Reading: 10 days at most C.R. Byron

Crafting: knitted on green striped sock

Media: none

Business: none

The Giveaway begins!

To celebrate the release of my 12th novel, an even dozen, I am hosting a giveaway in conjunction with Storm Moon Press.


You can enter by commenting on any post on the blog tour throughout this week.

Commenting on multiple blogs means multiple entries, so follow along and keep commenting!

Entries are open until Midnight EST on Saturday, March 2nd, 2013.

There will be three winners.

The Grand Prize is my entire backlist (that’s 12 novels and over 70 short stories).

First runner up will get an ebook copy of Barbarossa’s Bitch along with a $10 gift certificate to Angelia’s Etsy shop.

The second runner up will get the ebook alone.

Today, you can comment at:
http://www.stormmoonpress.com/blog/?p=588

And another chance to win a copy:
http://www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/2013/02/22/angelia-sparrow-free-book-february-22/#comments

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Friday Photo Dump

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First page Friday

Welcome to the First page of Barbarossa's Bitch.
There's still time to get in on the drawing at Jessewave's, and to enter at Storm Moon Press' blog for the big drawing.

Warning: A lot of harsh content. Brutal sexism.


When the settlement delegation entered the encampment, Kane was being
fucked. Lord Barbarossa hammered away at his ass, growling obscenities. Kane
himself had as much to do with the sex as the motorcycle supporting him. He gave
them a quick smile and watched as his glasses slid off his nose to land in the dirt. He couldn't catch them with Barbarossa pinning his wrists together against the back of his waist. The glasses didn't break, which was lucky; he wouldn't have to get the eyeman to make him a new set next month. The elders looked at them in disgust, which turned to horrified mutters as they passed.
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