If you want a signed Crimson Wind or several, you can contact my local bookstore and I’ll go down and personalize it for you and Debbie will send it. (she already has copies in).

To do that, here’s the contact info:

Debbie @ The Bookstore
26 North Idaho Street
Dillon, MT 59725-2508
(406) 683-6807

And of course you can also get my other books from her. Just tell her you want me to come sign it and who you are so I can personalize it. Feel free to email or post here if you want to let me know too.

Using a random number generator, the following have one a copy of Crimson Wind. You need to email me with your address at: dpf AT dianapfrancis DOT com (replacing the AT with and @ and Dot with a . of course).

And the winners are . . .

Cheryl (commented on the webpage)
Mikaela_l (LJ)
wombat_kombat (LJ)
and one extra just for fun: ladyofshadow (LJ)

If I haven’t heard from you by Weds a.m., I’m redrawing your spot, so let me know quick!

I just got my author copies of Crimson Wind! So you know what time it is . . . Free Time!

So all you need to do to enter is leave a post here or on my LJ blog. If you post anonymously, make sure I have a way to contact you. I’ll announce the winners on Sunday. I’m going to give away Three copies. Or maybe more. Who knows?

Here’s what you have to do to enter. What are you New Year’s resolutions. Yes. It’s almost that time. So let’s here what resolutions we plan to break right now.

Crimson Wind, the second in the Horngate Witches series, will be released on December 28th. Have you preordered yours? Here’s a snippet to whet your appetite and I will have a chapter up very soon. I’ve been horribly swamped trying to meet a deadline for my YA project, and for Shadow City, the third in the Horngate Witches series. Yes, there will be a third and a fourth! So without further ado, a snippet:

“What was that?” she demanded.

“It is what is.”

“It’s happening now?” Max wanted to throw up. She scraped her fingers through her hair, pulling sharply. What was happening there? “What will the smoke and those creatures do to them?”

He shrugged. “I do not have the gift of foreseeing.”

“Then show me. Show me what’s happening to them.”

His brows rose and his eyes gleamed. “What will you pay?” he asked softly. “Will you come with me now if I show you?”

“You motherfucker,” Max spat, crossing her arms tight across her stomach to keep from stabbing him through the eye. “You know I can’t. I have to help them.”

“Will they be alive when you get there?”