Sunday, August 2, 2015

Remember Him by Kazy Reed and a Giveaway!

Thanks so much, MA, for hosting this stop on my blog tour. You asked me, "Why aren't you publishing this?" and made me realize that I could do this. You read through my manuscript countless times, and then taught me how to make it better. I couldn't possibly thank you enough.

I'm thrilled to celebrate the release of my first book, Remember Him, the first in the Amsel Clan series. I hope you enjoy it! Be sure to enter the giveaway for a US$20 gift card to Amazon. See the bottom of this post for ways to enter. Thanks for reading!
--Kazy


Please click here to check out my REMEMBER HIM page for more info on the blog tour. 






Will the bond of blood outweigh the passions of the heart?

BLURB
While sketching the Temple of Dendur, graduate student Carter Denwright meets—and is seduced by—a powerful vampire by the name of Alder. Once kept secret from the human world, now everyone knows of their existence. Blinded by mistaken feelings for Alder, Carter allows himself to be drawn into his life. Too late, he realizes two things: one, Alder is vicious and cruel, and two, Carter’s true love is Alder’s brother, Freyr.

The attraction between Carter and Freyr is strong, but they must fight this feeling or face the wrath of Alder. Despite their best efforts, Alder discovers the truth, and punishes Carter, hiding him from Freyr in a cruel game of cat and mouse.

Freyr is not as strong as his brother, but he vows that he will find Carter again and will stop at nothing to get him back. Carter, caught in Alder’s cruel grip, commits an act of desperation which will change all their lives forever. The question is: can Freyr find Carter and is the bond between him and Carter enough to break Alder’s hold and spoil his plans to ruin them both?



EXCERPT
Freyr practically dragged me upstairs. I turned to go toward our room, but he went in the opposite direction.
"Oof!" I grunted when he yanked my arm. "Where are we going?"
"Shh!"
"But where—"
He stopped suddenly and I crashed into the back of him. "Carter, what part of 'shh!' do you not comprehend?"
"Bully."
His jaw tightened and raised an eyebrow. I clasped my hands not-so-innocently behind my back, tilted my hips out and ran my tongue slowly over my fangs. Freyr's breathing came faster and he moved toward me, but then he remembered his original purpose and continued down the hall. Halfway down the east wing, he reached behind a huge Grecian amphora and pressed a button on the wall behind it. A piece of the wood-paneled wall slid open to reveal a modern keypad.
The code was twelve digits long. After he entered them, I heard a muted click. An entire section of the wall opened into a two foot wide, five foot high door. The light down the hall barely penetrated the first few feet inside.
I opened my mouth to say something, but Freyr anticipated me. Without even looking, he slapped his hand over my mouth. We climbed in and he shut the door. The darkness was so complete that it pushed painfully on my chest. I had always hated the dark, especially since Alder kept me locked up so frequently. But this wasn't Alder. This was my mate, who loved me, so I got my breathing under control.
Freyr ruffled my hair. "Now we can talk, brat. Just don't move."
Like an idiot, I stepped backward and said, "I really don't like the d-daaark!" as the floor fell out from under me. I tumbled down a stone spiral staircase, banging my head with every flip, until I finally got my bearings and grabbed a step with my hands.
"Son of a bitch!" I cried. "I think I'm bleeding."
"Yummy," purred Freyr from above.
"Not a time to be cute, asshole."
"Sorry. Can you see anything?"
"Besides my life flashing before my eyes? It's pitch-fucking-black down here!"
"Stop yelling and use your eyes."
"Oh, right," I shot back. "Let's see. Yup. There are two mangled legs and—uh oh. I only have one arm now. Is the other one up there?"
"I'm going to wallop you if you don't cut it out."
"Hah! You'll have to find me first." Instantly, he was directly in front of me and I jumped back in surprise. I looked at where I thought his face must be and saw his eyes blazing orange. I gasped at his appearance. "Dude, your eyes are glowing."
"Dude, so are yours. Now focus."
I blinked a few times and tried to focus on him, and his features slowly became clear, as though a dimmed light bulb was growing brighter. "Cool!" I exclaimed. "I have night vision."
"You're so easily amused. Now, come on."



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ABOUT KAZY REED
Kazy Reed grew up on a small island off the Maine Coast. At the age of sixteen, she announced to her parents that she was going to move to Denmark as an exchange student. That trip changed her life, and sparked her love of travel, languages, and history.
After graduating from college in Massachusetts with a degree in Art History, she moved back to Maine, where she began to write short stories. When she was introduced to gay erotic fiction, the seed was planted and she never looked back.

Kazy still lives in Southern Maine, with her very understanding husband and two ridiculously precocious children. In addition to her published work, she is the author of a weekly flash-fiction series on her blog.



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Thursday, July 30, 2015

In Enemy Hands Chapter Eleven

Varo stood with Adlar. “I really am sorry about that. First time I had a meal in bed, and I messed it up. I really can be a jerk sometimes.”

Adlar placed a quick kiss on Varo’s lips. “There will be more times, I promise. Many, many more times.”

* * * * 

After breakfast, he and Varo showered and dressed for the day.

“I’m meeting with the D’noir shortly for training,” Adlar said. “A little later I’m meeting with a couple of the palace guards who want to apply for a position with the D’noir. I’m going to need to test them to see if they have what it takes to join. Would you like to come with me? We could get in a workout if you’d like.”

“I’d like that.”

“Good. We can—” The outer door of Adlar’s chamber chimed letting him know someone was outside asking permission to enter. “I wonder who that is.”

He walked to the door and checked the screen. Outside stood Maylar.

“Odd. Wonder what he’s doing here.” Adlar opened the door to his rooms. “Greetings, Maylar. What brings you here?”

“Greetings, my Lord,” Maylar bowed to Adlar. “I happened to be at the palace and my business wrapped up early. I’m at loose ends until much later this evening when I have another appointment. I thought Varo would like that tour I promised him.”

“Oh. Well, I showed Varo around not long ago,” Adlar said.

“Ah, but I’ll show him around as a tourist. Our lovely palace looks different when viewed that way. Please?”

“It’s okay, Adlar.” Varo joined Adlar by the door. “We can work out later.”

Adlar glanced at Varo. “Are you sure?”

“I am, yes. Why don’t I meet you back here a unit hour before the final meal? I couldn’t take part in the interviews you have to do, so it works out. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine. But first, let’s get your retina and voice print scanned so you can access my rooms. This way you can come and go without problems.” It didn’t take long to scan the info into the door unit. “Okay, you’re programmed in.” Adlar kissed Varo. “See you later.”

“Can’t wait.” Varo watched the door slide close before turning to Maylar. “I’m rather glad to see you. We need to talk.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Yes.” Varo moved away from the door and deeper into Adlar’s rooms. “Things have changed from when we last spoke.”

Maylar followed Varo. “Indeed they have.”

“Wha—”

Varo heard the whine of a phaser then his body jerked as his muscles spasmed. It wasn’t painful, but it was unpleasant seeing his limbs jump and shudder and not being able to stop it. He was no longer in control of his body.

He went limp and dropped where he stood. Horrified, he realized Maylar had stunned him. No! No, no, no! His body refused to respond to his desperate attempts to move, to call out… to do something. Anything.

But he could still hear, and what he heard shocked and terrified him. Staring up at Maylar, all he could do was watch as an unpleasant smirk twisted Maylar’s features as he holstered the stun gun.

Maylar stalked to where Varo lay on the cold stone floor. “You fracking Yesri whore.”

Maylar kicked Varo’s body, snarling, but thankfully Varo couldn’t feel the kick. Yet. “Did you really think I’d let you take what was mine? I told you how I felt about Adlar. Did you really think I’d allow you to mess everything up? You? You are nothing. Nothing!” Maylar ranted. “A Yesri, for goddess sake. Your kind should be exterminated from the galaxy.”

He dropped down next to Varo. All Varo could do was blink at him.

“He’s mine, you useless space junk,” Maylar seethed. “I’ve waited and planned too long to lose him now to the likes of you. Silly, silly prince. You should’ve just left like we discussed. It would’ve made things so much easier.”

Varo wanted to cringe when Maylar fingered a hank of his hair.

“What I should do is smuggle you out of here and sell you to the worst slavers I can find. But I won’t,” Maylar said. “What I am going to do is send you back to your loving family. Did you know I was there when Adlar commed Omori and told him how he planned to mate you? Oh gods, I was furious.”

Maylar rolled Varo onto his back. There was nothing Varo could do to stop him.

After a quick call on his comm he settled next to Varo. “I see Adlar removed the slave collar. Bet you liked that. Did that make you feel good? It works well for me too. He could’ve tracked you through the collar. But not now.”

Maylar’s hand tightened on Varo’s hair, and he rocked slightly in place. Again Varo wanted to cringe, and again he could do nothing. How had he missed Maylar was crazier than a blood-starved Calious bat?

“You nearly ruined everything, but once I get you out of here, everything will go back to normal. He’ll turn to me after you ‘escape’, and I’ll make sure he knows what an evil creature you are,” Maylar rambled. “Oh yes, it’ll be me he finally mates. Not you. Never you. Me.”

Maylar’s comm beeped, and he stood. With little problem he picked Varo up and tossed him over his shoulder. Silently Varo fumed. Maylar walked into Adlar’s office. He dropped Varo into a chair then made his way to a bookcase that covered one wall.

He tossed a slight smile over his shoulder at Varo, and then he pressed one of the sconces above the shelves. It opened to a dusty, unlit passage.

Are you kidding me? A secret passage? Seriously? I thought that was only found in romance stories.


There in the darkness he could barely make out two males who stepped out of the passage. Maylar’s smile was unholy. “Greetings, my brothers.”


Chapter 11


Adlar spent several unit hours with the D’noir for training. He and the other males broke for lunch then Adlar paired them up to work out alone while he met with the palace guards who wanted to apply for a position with them.

Since he had a set of clean clothes at the training facilities, he showered there. He set them out on a bench, and then washed his hair. He’d barely finished when Tomack came running into the shower area.

“Adlar? Adlar!”

Adlar flinched and promptly dropped the soap. “Well, frack.” 

He’d never heard Toamack’s voice hit such a high note and hoped he never did again. He glared at Tomack, who was red in the face and sweating. “Gods, Tomack, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“What are you doing?” Tomack demanded as he grabbed Adlar’s clothes off the bench.

“Me? What are you doing? Do you have a star sickness or something? Put my clothes down.”

“Star sickness? But.... Put... Arrrgh!” Tomack threw his head back and yelled. Then, taking a deep breath, he rushed to the showers. “Get out! Out! Why are you in the shower for Goddess’ sake?”

“Seriously? Tell you what. You figure it out and let me know.” Adlar shut off the water. “Preferably outside.”

Tomack gaped at Adlar and started panting. “Oh… oh good goddess, you don’t know. Oh frack. Frack! Where’s your comm?”

“Know what? And what is wrong with you? You look faint.” Adlar stepped out of the shower and wrapped his hair up in a towel. He briskly dried off. “My comm is…. Well, it was on top of my clothes and….. Ah, there it is, on the floor. Must’ve knocked it off when you grabbed my things.” Adlar slipped on his pants and buttoned them.

“Adlar….” Tomack grabbed Adlar by the shoulders. “Don’t hit me, okay? I really, really don’t want you to hit me. So stay calm and remember you like me, okay?” Tomack gulped. “Varo escaped.”

The silence was suddenly very heavy. All he could hear was Tomack panting. White noise filled his head. Tomack was wrong. He had to be.

“W-what? He, he… what?”

The air rushed out of Adlar’s lungs. His hard-earned control evaporated as his head spun. Flashing dots appeared in front of him. Varo escaped? But, but, that was impossible. He’d left Varo in his rooms not that long ago and… and Varo loved him. He wouldn’t do that. Varo wanted to mate with him. He’s said so. Varo would not abandon him. He wouldn’t.

“Adlar? Breathe! Frack, don’t you dare pass out on me. Or hit me. I need you to snap out of it!” Tomack yelled.

Finally the desperation got through. Adlar grabbed Tomack by his shirt and lifted the guard off his feet, a nasty snarl on Adlar’s face. “What in the frack is going on? What trick is this? Varo would not betray me this way! Tell me before I rip your fracking throat out!”

Tomack grasped the hands holding him off the floor. “Command commed me ten unit minutes ago frantic to find you. An unauthorized portal was opened in the Satellite Surveillance Network system. Adlar, please my Lord, calm down.”

“Frack! I’m as calm as I’m going to get." Adlar dropped Tomack back to the ground. “What you told me makes no sense. How could Varo open a—” Adlar snatched his shirt from Tomack and put it on. “This can’t be right. Are you sure it’s Varo?”

Tomack closed his eyes, a long breath escaping. “There is no mistake. It’s Varo in the shuttle. Command scanned it and the only life sign aboard is that of a Yesri. The DNA profile matches Varo’s too. It’s him. And… and, the private code used to open the portal so he can get through is a match to… I’m sorry, Adlar. I’m so sorry.”

“What exactly are you saying?” Adlar’s stomach dropped as he shoved his feet into his boots. “You said the code was private. A match to whom?”

“Omari. Your brother.”

Shock held Adlar still then rage beat it back. “Oh, that’s just raging batar shit.” Adlar surged to his feet. “Are you saying my brother did this? That he, what? Took Varo? That he helped Varo escape? Or that he kidnapped Varo and sent him away?”

“I’m not saying that at all.” Tomack held up his hands, palms out. “Command notified Omori as soon as the code was used to open the portal. So he knows his code was used. And no, he had nothing to do with Varo’s escape. He’s the one who sent me to find you.”

“Come on. I need to get to Command.” Adlar grabbed his comm and rushed out of the showers. “Varo didn’t escape. I promise you, he’s not on that shuttle voluntarily.”

Tomack ran besides Adlar. “Omori said the same. I think… I hate to say this, but I think we have a traitor in our midst.”

“I know we do.” Adlar ran toward Command.

Tomack ran with Adlar. “I’m not sure what he or she hoped to accomplish with this.”

“Doesn’t matter. When I find them, they’re dead.”

TBC
~M

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Iron? What iron?

So, this is kind of a medical update type of thing. I mentioned the knot on my leg that sent me to the dr earlier this month. That led to blood tests and blah, blah. I swear, they're like vamps. They all want my blood.

Anyway, my cholesterol level was bang on normal so the dr took me off that med. Yay! Blood pressure was a bit on the high side so she put me on a mild diuretic. Oh goodie lol. I've spent way too much time in the bathroom lately. (I *could* say something here, but... naw lol.)

Anyhow, my iron count is low. Like waaaaaaay low. Like the dr freaked and ran the test again low. *sigh* And off to the hematologist I go. Spent all day Monday there. I finally get to see the dr... and she tells me my iron count is bad low.




Reeeeeealy? I had no idea.  My iron is low? Wow. Please, tell me more. 

I mean come on. I spent five hours there just to be told that? That I already knew! Grr. I was not a happy camper. So the next step was to set up an IV injection of iron. IV... as in needle in your arm. Oh fuck me, I had enough of that in the hospital after the stroke. 

So Tuesday was spend in the dr office again getting the IV. This is why I hate going to the dr's. Once you start, it never ends. 


The infusion went well, except for the nurse who put the damn needle in my arm. She must've been pissed at someone or just just plain mean because she threw that needle in my arm like she was playing darts and this was her last chance to win a million dollars. Fuck it hurt. And it hurt going out. 

Now that arm looks like it's been beat with a wet noodle. Lovely bruises showing up and it's still sore and swollen. Some of it is side effects of the iron. They gave me a sheet a mile long with what *could* be showing up later. 

Oh, fun times.

And... if you're craving ice, you're probably anemic, like me. That's a sign according to the dr. I had no idea. Anyway, the only saving grace was Face Off started last night.  As y'all know I love that show. I already have my favs picked out lol.

So that was my past two days. I got nothing done on the writing front either. Thank God I didn't have edits. Yes, my arm still aches and that annoys me. I might have to go kill a character lol for revenge. 

Love you guys! I'll keep y'all updated. I have to go back in a week for another round. Grr again.

~M                                                                                                                                              

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Pride Promotions presents Surrounded by Crimson by Lexi and a Giveaway!



Author Name: Lexi Ander

Book Name: Surrounded by Crimson
Series: Sumeria’s Sons
Book: Four
Series should be read in order for maximum enjoyment.

Release Date: July 1, 2015

Blurb:

Tristan has agreed to bond with Ushna but there is still much to do and returning to Tribe Enkidu puts everyone on edge. Tristan is being stalked like prey all the while fighting depression as he mourns the loss of Nikita and enduring a battle of wills with the Elder Council over his birthright. The pleading of his adoptive daughter only adds still more stress to the situation.

Stumbling onto a secret prison while searching for Ushna leads Tristan to risk everything to free a lost God. But breaking the tie to his Flame has more repercussions than Tristan knew and the assistance of a forgotten Goddess and a centuries old lover may not be enough to save him.





Pages or Words: 48,000 words

Categories: M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Excerpt:
Ushna was out of the car and greeting his parents before I unbuckled the seatbelt. Hami wasn't as tall as his son but he was wide, very wide, barrel-chested with a set of deltoids on him the size of small children. His dark hair was cut above the ears and I'd never seen the man without at least three days growth of facial hair. It looked good on him. That kind of scruff made me resemble a bum.

Donya was tall and lean, one of those women who had a natural sway when she walked. Her blue-black hair fell to her waist in thick glossy waves. Her skin was a deep almond, darker than her husband's or son's, and her bright, emerald-green eyes were large and expressive.

They both greeted Ushna with festive exuberance, and why not? I'd kept him away from them for a very long time. I observed them for a moment over the hood of the SUV. Hami picked his son up in a bear hug, laughing loud and boisterous. Donya took his face between her palms as she gazed deeply into his bi-colored eyes—eyes that were forever changed by me. At that thought, I wondered how they truly perceived me. My stomach rolled with anxiety-induced queasiness.

With all the grace of someone my size, I made my way into the house, leaving Ushna to his family reunion. I had hoped we wouldn't see them until after the children were born. I'd entered the home stretch of my pregnancy. Even with the ring of illusion, I had a hard time hiding my condition. Early in my pregnancy, Gregori had fashioned a ring of magic, creating the illusion that hid my continually growing stomach and constructed a normal appearance.

A pregnant male wasn't something we wanted to explain to humans. With the looming threat of assassination, if my identity was discovered, we thought it best to continue to keep my birthright a secret until after the children were born. So I'd continue to wear the illusion even though the ring wasn't much help now. The giveaway was in the walk and the way I stood. People could see there was something different by how I held my body and it couldn't be helped. I was able to hurry, in spurts, and then I lumbered like an elephant—very National Geographic.

Neesie followed me into the kitchen. She was dressed differently than what I'd become accustomed to. Gone were the combat boots, black jeans, and white tees. She wore a pale blue silk blouse, a pinstriped pencil skirt, and knee-high black stiletto boots. She appeared fierce in a whole new way.

"Why didn't you wait and greet Ushna's parents?" she asked.

With a plate in hand, I inspected the cold cuts tray that sat on the kitchen counter. I was starved and wanted something quick to eat before everyone came in. When I didn't answer Neesie, she took the plate from me and started placing fresh vegetables on it.

"I thought I'd give them some time to catch up," I finally replied. It wasn't a complete lie. "They haven't had their son to themselves in quite some time. They don't need me hanging out in the background."

Neesie pinned me with her golden-brown gaze. "That is such bullshit and you know it. What's the real issue?"

I quirked a smile at her. "You know I love ya?"

"Yes, and you're the one who called me for dating advice because you suck at subtle. Your 'hey moron, get your hands off my sister' ranked right up there."

"I can't help it if Mr. Octopus Arms was oblivious to his audience."

"Go ahead and keep playing that song because I know you still refer to him as Lonnie Fucking-Fowler. Before you walked into the house, your face turned green and you practically sprinted in here."

"Ahh, stampede!" I gave mock crowd screams. Neesie was not impressed.

"Spill, jackass." She shoved a full plate into my hands and a chair under my ass. Neesie glared at me but her expression was filled with concern.

"Fine, you tyrant. I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to be able to show them that I am a strong partner and worthy of their son's love and devotion. But right now I'm huge, and miserable, and swollen, and hungry. Why did you give me carrots? You know I hate carrots. You're trying to torture me, aren't you? I'm an elephant, not a rabbit. I get like peanuts or something, not Bugs Bunny hand-me-downs." I threw the carrot at my cackling sister. The woman was not remorseful.

"Tristan."

I threw another carrot at Neesie before turning to see who called for me. I swallowed a curse as I faced Donya. She stood in the doorway, her large green eyes soft and liquid as she searched my expression.

"Ma'am?" Embarrassingly, my voice cracked like I was fourteen years old.

"How can we not be proud of you, son?" Donya crossed the room in a smooth glide and gently took me in her arms. "We've always been proud of you, Tristan, don't ever believe differently." Tentatively I embraced her in return and ignored Neesie's sniffles.





About the author:

Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.








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And now for the interview!!!





*waves* Thank you for having me on the blog today!!

What, in your opinion, are the most important elements of good writing?
In my opinion, the most important element is knowing how to put heart into your story. You can have perfect writing mechanics but if you can't put into words the heart that draws the reader in, then it becomes a book that is easy to put down and forget to pick back up again. When I'm reading, if the author doesn't set that hook in me that drags me along after page ten, I'll get distracted. Nine times out of ten, I'll put the book down and look for something else to read. I remind myself of that every time I sit down to pen the beginning of any story. Plot holes, bad grammar, fixing a plot arch, missing or thin world building—most everything else can be fixed through beta reading and editing. The world can be engaging and different, but if the reader is disinterested in the welfare of my characters, then I've failed.

Are you working on anything at the present you would like to tell us about? 
Ruby Red Booty Shorts and a Louisville Slugger is what I'm working on now. It's slated to re-release in September but there are several changes that I'm making to the original manuscript. It had been written for a holiday Submission call with a word count limit. It didn't qualify for the call but was accept for general submission. It wasn't on the market long before it was pulled off (publisher issues). The feedback that I received from the new publisher and editor seriously helped. Ruby Red is being expanded and the order of events rearranged. I did a lot of telling in the story, which will be fixed, and the relationship elements between Diego and Beck are being addressed. Because seriously, readers were plopped right down in the middle of the story and then sped right on through without seeing the relationship growth between the two. I'm a bit nervous about the changes because I've read the story one way for so long that I'm second guessing all of the rearranging. ^_^

How do you come up with the titles to your books?    
Sometimes I choose the title of the story before I start writing. That allows me to write incorporating the meaning of the title into the story. If I don't select the title before I begin, then usually I'll have it before I'm half way finished. That was what happened with Alpha Trine. But with Striker, I had the title before I wrote the story. That title was actually hinted at in Alpha Trine. Surrounded by Crimson was selected before I started writing the story because I knew what would happen to Tristan, but as I wrote I unintentionally wove it in to other elements of the story. The red tunics Tristan wears. What Tristan espied in the caldron. The one time I finished a story with having a title was Ruby Red Booty Shorts and a Louisville Slugger. That one my husband helped me with, taking two elements from the main character and shoving them together. But damn, it's a long title to write.

What did you want to be when you grew up?   
What did I not want to be? Imagine my disappointment when I discovered I couldn't really make a living riding horses. I wanted to be a history teacher, an archeologist, an author, a NASCAR driver, child psychologist, an author, a nurse, a football player, a choir teacher, a cartoonist, an author, beach volleyball player, a mom, and the list goes on. I hated that they said I had to choose just one occupations.

When writing descriptions of your hero/ine, what feature do you start with? Eyes, hair?
I just noticed this about myself. I start with the eyes, and I'm not sure why. Maybe because I pay attention to someone's eyes. They're so expressive.

If you had to do your journey to getting published all over again, what would you do differently?
Pick a different publisher to start with… LOL! Hindsight, I would have worked on my manuscript more, got a better handle on the mechanics, and completed the series before submitting the first book. Here lately, it feels like I'm always playing catch up on my own series because readers would like to have their story--now please. :D

Ebook or print? And why?
Both. Ebook because it's easy to store. Although I've been scared that I'll lose data and I'll have books that aren't recoverable. Some places like Amazon and All Romance have my bookshelf, but not all places are like that or they've gone out of business.
Print because I love getting author autographs. I don't care if I have the ebook, if I can get a signature I'll buy the book again. I also like print because I can easily get my friend addicted to my favorite stories just by handing them my copy. They can thank me later and hide from their spouse when they too become addicted to the author and then buy the back list.
If I really like the author or the book I will also buy the audiobook. No joke. I could have both ebook and print and still buy it to listen to. I'm a huge re-reader. So being able to have access to my favorite reads regardless of where I am is awesome. ^_^

Thank you for stopping by and reading. Good luck with the giveaway!