Welcome to the Romance Girls Gone Goblin!
A big thanks to Lisa Sanchez for hosting and Killian McRae fro making the awesome button that scares my ass.
Halloween tortured me as a child. It had free candy, so that was a win. It also had scary things that, basically, scared me. Turns out my sweet tooth was a powerful force and every year I would dress up as a cat or a rabbit and march into the darkness with my friends. My brain would curl up and sob as I tiptoed past garish decorations. But, damn it; I would get the free candy.
I still like free candy. Mostly my favorite is the Target 90% off old Halloween candy which is just like free, sort off, but I’m getting off track.
When I was little I heard about Dracula and he haunted my small head. For years or at least three nights I insisted on falling asleep with my shoulders scrunched up. I guess I thought if Dracula made it into my house he would assume I was a neckless human and leave me be. Which was kind of selfish of the little me. I mean who would be Dracula’s snack? My sister or parents who had not the forethought nor the will power to be a hunched up ball of stress while sleeping?
Needless to say Dracula never made a plate of blood nachos out of me. Next, puberty hit like the hammer of hormones and body hair that it is. Then I found Dracula oddly sexy. And Gary Oldmen made it very, very hot. Fast forward to the present and surprisingly; I’m considered an adult. Vampires are still tempting us. Like everywhere. (cough, True Blood, cough)
Now let's fast forward to the present, shall we? Now Halloween has turned into a national holiday where candy is worshiped. Of course I'm on board with that, except that along with the increase in sugar production there seems to be a hell of a lot more attention to detail where the decorations are concerned.
I took my son to a Halloween themed store to get an accessory for his costume. Holy hairy vagina batman! The decorations there were my worst nightmares carved into rubber and set to life. They moved, they spoke and, dear heavens, they scared me. And I get it, some people love to be scared. Have at. Better yet, come over and see my hair in the morning, that's crap-your-pants-crazy. But zombie babies? Who even thinks of that? You know what they did to the babies? They put 'em on a carousel. Wow. There was Freddy and all kinds of scary dudes I have spent a lifetime avoiding when their stupid assed commercials came on at night.
So you might wonder? Why the hell is this girl on a blog hop? Well, despite being a whiny jackass, I love free stuff. I love having giveaways and I think Lisa Sanchez rocks. So I have slid on a pair of sturdy diapers and waded into the Halloween promotion that may keep me awake until Christmas.
Anyway, to celebrate you people that are much tougher than I am, I'm giving away an eCopy of Crushed Seraphim and it is international.
To enter, comment below and make sure to follow this blog! One winner will be chosen at random.