SUPPORT YOUR INDIE AUTHORS! Indie Author Tag Blogfest!

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Francine Howarth has a great idea :

This blogfest is just a simple fun game of playing tag on Amazon to up your profile and that of your book's.

For me : THE LEGEND OF VICTOR STANDISH :

http://www.amazon.com/LEGEND-VICTOR-STANDISH-ebook/dp/B005NCUTAG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1328245906&sr=1-1

{100% of this book's royalties go to The Salvation Army.}

You'll not only meet other Indie authors along the way, ones you've probably never met before, you can guarantee readers and writers who are on the cusp of going Indie will all be watching from the sidelines and taking note of books that catch their eye and its link!

So what do you have to do?

The Rules!? I hate that word and prefer "Criteria required" for entry to the tag-party:

My own idea : hit the LIKE button on the book page of all the Indie authors involved in the tag blogfest -- sort of like patting their back!

First off: how tagging works

a) be prepared to tag all those who join the tag-party = fair play
b) basically follow tag-players’ links to Amazon
c) scroll to tag and add appropriate tags

Secondly what to do on your own blog:
d) post details of your Amazon link to your blog on 4-5th Feb.
e) copy-paste the banner (from her sidebar) to your blog's sidebar

In New Orleans, we have what is called LAGNIAPPE :
a small gift given with a purchase to a customer, by way of compliment or for good measure; a bonus.

You need read no further. But here is my Lagniappe, courtesty of the Victorian ghoul, Alice Wentworth, who would like to speak to you :

WHAT IS DEAD?

Am I dead?

Many of you have asked that about me of Roland. Am I?

Ghoul they call me. Am I?

I eat the living. But then so do many of you ...

and for far less pressing reasons :

for spite, for envy, for the sheer pleasure of it.

I was born after Princess Victoria and before grown men started wearing ear-rings.

In New Orleans, I was betrayed into a living death by Mother, jealous of my step-father's attention.

I had the cold comfort of watching her beauty wither, her loves leave her,

starting with my step-father ... who had only pretended affection for the two of us.

I gave her revenge,

and the only price was her sanity.

Watching the monster you made of your own daughter eat your beloved right in front of you

will tend to make your mind become just like your heart ... empty.

So what am I to do with Victor Standish?

I am an old woman in a girl's body. He is an old soul in a boy's frame. Hemingway once told me that it can never end well when two love one another.

And I find myself falling in love with Victor. Is what I see growing in his eyes love for me? I will destroy him I know. I feel it deep in my dry bones.

I even forced myself to tell him so. And do you know what he did?

He laughed that gypsy laugh of his, kissing me on the cheek.

"Oh, silly rabbit," he said. "Captain Sam's enemies are gonna kill me long before that! Let's just enjoy it while we've got it."

"It what?," I whispered.

"Us," he whispered back, and this time he kissed me full on my cold, cold lips.

And he didn't flinch. Not even a little.
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