Softly it started,
like the beginnings of sleep,
comfortable and relaxed,
like the world was safe,
and with that,
my place in it confirmed,
but that was before the nightmares escaped from my skull,
and tormented the wicked,
twisted the broken,
temped the strong,
it wasn’t days,
from when the nightmares escaped,
that the word,
ceased to exist,
destroyed by self hate.
In an attempt to encourage reviews for the first book, we’re having some fun, twisted fun in fact. The advertising campaign we’re currently running is one of bad reviews, and we want as many of them as possible, which really shouldn’t be that hard, right?
The below example should give you an idea of what we’re after.
Do you think you can do better?
How can you participate?
Press on this link HERE buy a copy, leave a review with a few snappy one liners, and you could find your review plastered across the net like the one above.
Or you could just sign up to the mailing list, by pressing the link below, and get the book for free.
Come on, I dare you to take the challenge!