The Tie Me Down Contest Extravaganza Begins Today!!!!

Yay! The Tie Me Down Contest is finally here! It runs from today through Monday, with daily prizes that include a belly dancing skirt straight from Egypt and a beautiful scarf (it's not called Tie Me Down for nothing ;) The grand prize-- the winner of which will be announced here Tuesday, September 8th-- is a $100 gift card to the winner's choice of Barnes and Noble, Borders or Amazon.

In true scavenger hunt form, I've arranged to have excerpts of Tie Me Down posted at all of the blogs listed below. So, to enter the contest, all you have to do is visit the list of blogs below-- everything will be posted by Friday, September 4th-- read the excerpts, and then e-mail me the answers to the questions below at tracy@tracywolff.com . Doing so will enter you in a daily contest as well as the Grand Prize contest.

Daily Prizes:

Friday: Bath set from Victoria's Secret

Saturday: Authentic belly dancing skirt direct from Egypt

Sunday: Autographed copy of The Spice Anthology, Naughty Bits

Monday: Scarf

Grand Prize:

$100 Gift Card to the winner's choice of Barnes and Noble, Borders or Amazon

Rules of the Contest

1. All entries must be complete (i.e. all questions answered) to be considered for the grand prize.

2. All entries must be e-mailed to tracy@tracywolff.com by 11 p.m. CST on Monday, 9/7/09.

3. From each day's entries, 1 winner will be chosed for the daily prize.

4. The grand prize will be chosen from all the entrants and announced on Tuesday, 9/8/09 at this blog.

5. Please do not post the contest to sweepstakes venues-- the author reserves the right to end the contest early if it is posted to said sweepstakes venues.

List of Questions and Websites:

1. Love Musings, http://www.tracywolff.blogspot.com/

How long has Genevieve been on the police force?

2. Sizzling Pens, http://www.sizzlingpens.blogspot.com/

What does Genevieve order?

3. My Friend Amy, http://www.myfriendamysblog.com/

What was the victim's name?

4. Tote Bags and Blogs, http://www.authorsoundrelations.blogspot.com/

What did Genevieve find that made her leave Cole's apartment?

5. Fresh Fiction, www.freshfiction.com/blog

What does Cole say about Genevieve's hands?

6. Lust in Time, http://www.lustintime.blogspot.com/

What are Cole and Genevieve drinking in this scene?

7. Romance Reviews Today, http://www.romrevtoday.blogspot.com/

At what hotel did the murder take place?

Thanks for playing and good luck. I hope you enjoy reading the excerpts as much as I enjoyed writing them. One warning, though: some of them are definitely meant for those over 18 only.

Excerpt #1

It was hot as only New Orleans could be.
Hotter than a cat on a tin roof.
Hotter than the Cajun cooking her mother used to make.
Hotter than hell.
And she was burning up, fury and sorrow eating her from the inside out.
More than ready for the day from hell to be over, Genevieve Delacroix slammed out of the precinct on the fly, then cursed as she plowed straight into the sticky heat the city was known for. It rose up to meet her like a wall—thick and heavy and all-consuming.

Pausing to catch her breath, she stared blindly at the planters full of cheerful posies that lined the front of the precinct. Her partner, Shawn, had picked a hell of a time to take a vacation—in the middle of the busiest week homicide had seen in years. After working four homicide scenes in as many days, it was a miracle she could still put one foot in front of the other.

Today, she’d awakened to a ringing phone, news of a brutal, sex-related homicide the first thing she’d heard as she surfaced from a sleep so deep it was almost like death itself. Yesterday it had been a murder-suicide. Two days before that, a domestic dispute turned deadly.

Not to mention the bizarre call she’d gotten earlier that afternoon promising her—with sexually graphic delight—that the caller would be seeing her very soon. As the only female on the homicide squad, she got her fair share of calls from weirdos, and this one was nothing unusual—but it still put her back up, as they all did.

Sighing, she rubbed a weary hand over her eyes. This week, the Big Easy was anything but.
Taking the precinct steps two at a time, Genevieve glanced around the French Quarter, where she’d worked and lived for most of her life.

Tonight she could see none of the beauty the Quarter was known for. The architecture, the colors, the history—it all faded beside the sickness she’d witnessed that morning. The most recent in a long line of fucked up and twisted crimes that ate away at the city’s population like a cancer.

Her argument with the lieutenant rang clearly in her head as her long legs ate up Royal Street’s narrow sidewalks.

Not enough similarities in the causes of death in the murders.
Not enough similarities in the three victims.
Not enough evidence, in her boss’s not-so-humble opinion.

But in the eleven years she’d been on the force, Genevieve’s gut had never been wrong, and right now her instincts were screaming that the case she’d caught this morning—the brutal rape and murder of a nineteen-year-old Tulane student—wasn’t a freak event. A serial killer was at large.