Item #1: Winners!
The winners of the Losing Better Prize packs are

A- Megan!
B- Eleanor!
C- Aardappelen!

I'll be in touch shortly. Yay! Exclamation points!!1!1one!

Item #2: Review!
And now, a moment of appreciation for this incredibly thoughtful review of Losing Better from Melanie at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words. Melanie gave it 4.75 stars and said:

I love Riot Boy and wondered how Katey Hawthorne was ever going to be able to supplant that book in my heart and then she writes Losing Better, one white hot tale of love and lust between two emotionally messed up and diametrically opposed men. I also think that the characters the author created for Losing Better are the most complex, difficult, and yet thoroughly human (albeit with super powers) people we have seen from her.

*beam*

Thank you, Melanie, for giving it a chance. (Oh and extra thanks for giving Gabriel a chance. Of course!)

Item #3: New Book!
Liam is here!

I know, I know, I just had a book, but the other me has one out for Valentine's today. This is the love story for monsters I've mentioned before, and I do think it'd appeal to some readers of superpowered/elemental/fae love. Nasty vampires love can be really good times, if you're into that sort of thing. To quite my friend John, vampire sex is a lot like shark sex. Lots of blood and thrashing around...

Anyhow, please check it out, because it's all vampy screwed-upness with a bisexual vibe and lots of weird little vampirey details and weird side characters--all of which will have major consequences down the road, because this is one big story getting started with one small romance (of a sort) here.

Even when I was disliking Gabriel, I was still caught up in the story. Each time I had to set it down, I found myself thinking about it, eager to read more.

...Gabriel here is a bit of a hard man to love.  I mean really, he is sort of an ass, at least part of the time.  Which makes for a unique perspective as he is our POV character.  Basically Andrew is this big, shaggy, lovable puppy of a man (who also happens to be scorching hot).  So we love him right away (especially because he doesn’t wear underwear with his soccer shorts). 

Possibly!

I've got a guest post over at Joyfully Jay today all about the central theme of Losing Better (apart from the romance thing, obviously): Superheroes and Vigilantes. If you drop a comment, you'll be entered into a drawing to win a copy of the book. Woohoo! The giveaway ends Feb 8.

Also, Piper Vaughn and M.J. O'Shea are doing their Babes in Boyland 2nd Annual Valentine's Day Lovefest. They have loads of prizes--books and other awesome things, even--for their readers, and a copy of Losing Better is in the pot too. That one ends on V-Day, of course. And really, if you haven't seen it, it's huge. And brilliant.

ETA 6:30PM: Exclusive excerpt over at Honey Bunny! Intense making out ahoy...

“Who’s your pretty friend?” I asked, though I remembered very well that Alyssa had called him Kieran and that Andrew had been anxious for his return from somewhere-or-other. 

I expected the pretty boy to fix me with a death look, but he only smiled and checked me out, still clinging to Andrew. He said, just the faintest hint of the South in his voice, “Been wanting to ask the same thing all night. Hello, handsome.” 

Andrew’s cheeks flushed beneath his tan, and he made a halfhearted attempt to pry the boy off him. “Um, this is Kieran Hooper. Kieran, Gabriel Genêt, an old friend.” 

I refer to him as a boy, but that wasn’t accurate. This Kieran was easily in his twenties, but there was something about the eyes, the smile, that spoke of a kind of youth—or perhaps innocence—that made his true age difficult to judge. He disengaged one arm from around Andrew and leaned toward me, laying that hand on my shoulder. He stage-whispered, “Your old friend is being a tease.” 

I smirked. “He’s good at that.” 

“Right?” 

Andrew, still holding Kieran about the middle like he wasn’t sure what to do with him, said, “I know this must look bad.” 

That sounded dangerously like an apology. I had no desire to hear it or to know why he’d think such a thing necessary, so I cut him off with, “No, actually. It’s looking very, very good.”