FYA resident dude Brian here. I'll be blunt. People aren't buying as many of my books as they're supposed to. I blame this on the general decline of society in general and the current president in specific. No matter. I forgive you.
In fact, I'm willing to bribe you. I'm going to give away not one, but two copies of my most recent book Deacon Locke Went to Prom. It's the story of how a kid named Deacon Locke goes to prom. Exciting, huh? And get this! He goes with his grandmother!
You want to read this, I can tell. But how can you get a hold of this book? Aside from going to your local library, I mean. Fear not, gentle readers. We're going to have us a contest.
In honor of Deacon's awkward dance experience, I invite you to share an interesting (and preferably embarassing) personal story of a school dance. Maybe it's something you can laugh at now. Maybe it's taken years of therapy to repress the memory. No matter. I want to hear about it.
Simply type your best school dance story in the comments section. I'll pick my favorite and and FYA ladies will pick one as well. Please have your stories posted by November 17th.
Both winners will receive an autographed copy of Deacon personalized to you, or at least to someone. And I'm no namby pamby author who only ships to the US. I'll send it anywhere in the world! Why? Because I love you. The other authors don't love you, but Brian does. Remember that. They don't care. Brian cares. Brian isn't plotting against you. You can trust Brian.
Oh, and I wouldn't think of asking you to do something I wouldn't. Check out this golden oldie where I discuss my own junior prom, 1992.
I had a date, I swear.