“MAD” for Dakota Cassidy’s AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN HOBOKEN
Well, hello there, ladies and gentlemen!!! DAKOTA CASSIDY HAS A BOOK OUT TODAY!!!! *flails*
Ok… sorry… I have now composed myself. I love Dakota’s books, and I’m pretty fond of the lady, herself… so when she announced the updated, rerelease of AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN HOBOKEN, I was thrilled!! And to help celebrate, we’re going to play one of my favorite games. Mad Libs!! Just in case you’re not familiar with how Mad Libs work… here’s how we’re going to do this…
Dakota has shared an excerpt with me from the book. I’ve chosen words from one passage, in strategic places, and made a list of their parts of speech. Below is the list that corresponds with the passage. In the comments section, leave me YOUR list of words that match the parts of speech. PLEASE KEEP YOUR LIST NUMBERED… this way I can match up the right word to the excerpt. The game will continue until 10pm Eastern (7pm Pacific) on Friday. At which time I’ll update the post with the actual excerpt from the book. I’ll also post (as a comment reply) the filled in passage for each of you, so you can see how YOUR WORDS effected the passage. This is generally hilarious, and can be made more so by using your imagination and making a really creative wordlist.
I will also randomly chose one commenter to WIN a FREE ecopy of AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN HOBOKEN from B&N!!
I really love Mad Libs, and I can’t wait to see the crazy that you guys come up with!!! So… here’s your word list… HAVE FUN!!
Ok, all… the game has closed, and the contest is over. First… here’s the full excerpt from the book…
His stomach roared its discontent. Good hell, he was hungry.
But could he afford to indulge in morsels of succulent calf seared to perfection right now? They’d be easy enough to snatch from some unsuspecting diner’s table.
No. There was no time to waste because he was too damn busy playing this ridiculous game of “here, doggy, doggy.” Which he wouldn’t be doing if it weren’t for the alleged vision.
A sharp whistle stopped him in his tracks and again his ears twitched to the tune of two men yelling, “Here, boy! C’mon, puppy!”
That’s Mr. Werewolf to you.
Max flared his nostrils and huffed in distaste. Puppy. He was no damn puppy.
As he sought shelter, he had to wonder, did it get any worse than this? Hoofing the streets like some desolate stray, searching for what his Aunt Eva claimed was his prophecy?
In Hoboken, New Jersey?
Yet, here he was, prophecy hunting. Because that’s what everyone in his pack did. When the call came, they all had a destiny to fulfill. No one ignored the call.
Especially not Max. Because he liked living.
He held an intense disdain for all the mumbo-jumbo folklore bullshit beaten into his psyche since he was a child, but there was no proof he wouldn’t die if he didn’t mate by the first full moon after meeting his destiny.
So mate he would.
The bolded area is what we used for the Mad Lib. I’m SO excited to read this!!!
Now, for the winner of the ebook… ::drumroll::
Congratulations!!!! I’ll be emailing you for your ebook preferences momentarily 🙂
Thanks to everyone for participating. I hope you all LOVE the book!!! And thanks to Dakota for sharing her story with us!