Be my Beta Contest!
I'm looking for a Beta for the first novella of The Siren Breeders. What's a Beta? That's a reader that loves my work and reads it before it's published; gets to see it FIRST, in all its unedited glory. I'm the Alpha 'cuz I wrote it and you'd be the Beta. (That's the extent of my Greek guys so don't get too excited)
The Beta has to meet these requirements:
~Totally dig my work,
~Offer insightful feedback which will ultimately improve my work for my cool readers,
~Be a confidential person and
~Enjoy getting a free copy of the book they Beta'd.
This is actually a contest!
If you meet the requirements listed above then leave your comment below and I will select the winner via Random.org. It's as simple as that.
Note: there will be a special surprise that I can't list here for the lucky winner, but if you like my writing style, this one thing may be worth it for you! *Thanks so much for your entries.
Now... for my loyal readers who have lately shown me just how Righteous they Really Are, an excerpt from today's writing:
Written today, September 3
She was naked, except for the bra, now a strip of material hanging off one shoulder like a scarlet flag, drenched and floating in the light breeze in the chilled and damp air.
“I smell the seed that has been laid in your womb by the Reaper.” His deep blood-red eyes met hers for a moment as he stabbed his finger in her wet channel, made that way by the two or three drops of Druid blood he had coursing through his veins. “I will fuck the spawn which grows out of your belly and replace it with my own...”
Rachel screamed, kneeing him in the gonads. Hard.
He laughed and extracting his finger with a vacuum sounding suction out of her tightness, he used his palms to spread her legs and hung suspended over her.
No one was more stunned than Rachel when Holly kicked the vamp in the head.
If it was luck or something else, they'd never know because he hissed at her, his dick swinging like a divining rod above Rachel and she sat up quickly, latching onto his abuse stick with one hand.
She bit him. Hard and deep, her teeth meeting and his back bowed as he howled. Rachel's cheek opened with the strike he laid against her and she fell to the ground, stunned and helpless.
He'd checked his swing or she'd be dead, his pleasure organ a hanging piece of bloodied meat between his thighs.
Rachel watched in horror as it began to heal.
“I will not be gentle now, witch.” His grin turned feral and Rachel cried softly.
Dazed, defeated and about to be degraded, Rachel closed her eyes against certain abuse....
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*The BmB Contest will end on midnight, September 21st.