WILDEST MOMENTS BLOGFEST – Giveaway!!
The time for a new blog tour and fantastic giveaways has arrived!! Krystal Wade’s latest volume of her YA Fantasy Darkness Falls, Wilde’s Meadow, has been released on November 5, and to celebrate the event, she’s organizing a giant blog tour where you can win tons of goodies if you share your wildest moments!
Easy enough right?
Today I’m announcing my giveaway in honor of Kate, Arland, Flanna and all the other folks born from the crazy imagination of Ms. Wade. Please check her website here for more info.
Armed with hope, confidence in her abilities, and a strange new gift from her mother, Kate ventures into the Darkness to defeat a fallen god.
Losses add up, and new obstacles rise to stand in the way. Is the one determined to bring Encardia light strong enough to keep fighting, or will all the sacrifices to stop those who seek domination be for nothing?
Three lucky winners will each get a phone cover with either Wilde’s Fire, Wilde’s Army or Wilde’s Meadow book cover images. All you have to do is leave a comment on this post.
What was my wildest moment? Um. Hard to pick one moment in particular. I have good wild, and bad wild, crazy wild, insane wild, and completely irresponsible wild. So which one should I tell you about? Maybe all of them at some point… Ha. Nah. Today is also my mom’s birthday, and we will keep things sweet and nice. Somewhat.
A wild moment. I was studying abroad in Germany for a few months, Berlin to be exact. The winter in Berlin is very cold, and I got very sick because of the temperature change (I used to live on the French Riviera, which weather is comparable to Florida…). The whole group of students was supposed to go for a week to Rostock, but I stayed behind because I was too sick too travel. For one week, I was by myself, bored out of my mind. Every morning, I went for a walk, took the bus into the center of the city and shopped. I mostly bought movies I would watch later on. There was this piercing and tattoo shop I kept passing by every time I stepped off the bus. I didn’t really care much about tattoos at the time, even less piercings. Come on, I was twenty-two, my rebellious phase had ended by now… Not! One morning, I decided to go inside… To get my tongue pierced. Ha man, now thinking about that, I was just crazy. But, I didn’t go to a shabby piercing parlor where I knew I would get AIDS or lose my tongue nerve… I went to a reputable place. The whole experience felt a bit surreal. The piercing guy first checked if my tongue was long enough to be pierced, then he used a blue light and examined my tongue to find the right spot where to insert the needle. Once set, I nodded I was ready, and he put a huge needle through my tongue. I didn’t feel a thing, I actually felt high. I remember trying to talk while he searched for the barbell he then placed inside my tongue. And that was it! My tongue was pierced!
Of course, for five days, I could barely eat, even less speak because my tongue had swollen twice its size. But after that, I was good to go. Having your tongue pierced is not very practical though. I kept the piercing for six months then removed it. Too many times I chewed on the barbell by accident, and trying to chew a solid bar of stainless steel isn’t the best for your teeth.
But it was fun. So yeah, that was a wild moment in my life. I have many more to share…
Happy birthday Mom! And remember, this is a hop. For a full list of the participating sites, please click here.