It's the morning after.
No more pimping for votes.
No more refusing to pay the pizza dude until he agrees that I am, indeed, America's Next Best Celler.
Oh. Did I just put that in print?
Why, yes. I guess I did.
So with that particular skeleton out of the closet, it's fess up time here at Texting Between the Sheets.
Just how big of a vote tart are you?
The commenter with the best confession wins a e-copy of my (ultra steamy)Christmas novella from Red Sage Publishing, Believe.
The only rule to play is you must have participated in Dorchester Publishing's Next Best Celler contest at Textnovel.
For readers, we'll have a contest later on today!
OK, girls. Spill it. How low did you go?
Yeah,baby, it's the diva version of the limbo!
Leave your most shameful vote tarting moment in comments.
Our brand new textnovel divas, Valorie Dorr and Courtney Sheets will pick the winners tomorrow because...I said so!
To ALL of you who participated in the Next Best Celler Contest, major congrats are in order. This is your party, too. You put your hearts and souls and stories out there and did your level best to build a readership.
And we all did just that.
In my mind, all that heart goes a long way toward making each of us next best sellers.
Oh, so how low did I really go? Well, for one, I refused to let my daughter's boyfriend take her to a movie until he found me a voter.
OK. Three voters.
Yeah, I know. ::hangs head:: I chalk it up to CVTS - Compulsive Vote Tarting Syndrome.