Wicked Delights of a Bridal Bed: A Crazy Avon Giveaway

Book CoverTo celebrate the release of Wicked Delights of a Bridal Bed by Tracy Anne Warren, Avon has come up with an absolutely honking enormo-gigundous awesome contest. Tell us your favorite wedding night story – touching, funny, silly, sexy, bizarre, whatever – in the comments, whether it’s your story or the story of someone you know, and we’ll pick one winner.

What does that winner receive?

A bed.

No, really. A Bed. The winner will receive a $2000.00 US gift certificate to Tempurpedic, for use in buying your own squishy-comfy bed. Wicked delights are optional, but I trust you can work that out on your own.

I will say, I own a memory foam bed of a different brand. I call it “the Huggy Bed.” It’s so freaking comfortable, and I love love love it.

Second prize is a complete set of the Byrons of Braebourne series, thus far: Tempted By His Kiss, Seduced By His Touch, At the Duke’s Pleasure, and Wicked Delights of a Bridal Bed.

The nitty-gritty beddy-details:

– Contest is open to US residents only (I’m sorry, all you awesome people outside the border).

– The comments will close Thursday 2 September at 11:00 pm EDT.

– Winner will be chosen by random drawing using random.org.

– Winner will be announced on Friday 3 September 2010.

– Disclaimer: The prize may be subject to federal and/or state income tax for the winner. Neither I, nor Smart Bitches Trashy Book LLC, make any representation with respect to the tax status of the prize. Participants are encouraged to consult with their accountants or other tax advisors.

– More Disclaimer: I’m not being compensated for this giveaway. (Really, are you kidding? You think if I had a shot at two grand for a memory foam mattress I wouldn’t hit the edge of the internet and keep running with my ill gotten, foamy gains? Bitch, please.) Your mileage may vary. Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear. Avoid publicists armed with minigolf clubs. Do not get in eyes or mouth. For bedroom use only.

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  1. Nmissi says:

    My wedding night was horrid, utterly and absolutely awful. I was 19 years old, my husband was 23. We were poor, and my mother had sunk every penny of her savings into HER dream wedding, not mine. My new father in law gifted us with a “wedding night” at a place called “Fantasuites.” He didn’t pick a particular room, he just paid for whatever they had available. We drove two hours up to the hotel, only to find we’d been placed in the “Indy 500” suite. Walls painted to look like a speedway, and a giant car shaped bed in the middle of the room, with a big screen tv in front of it. There was also a hot tub. Now, I’d read my bridal magazines and I knew that hot tubs weren’t really conducive to consumatory action, if you take my meaning. Clearly, my groom hadn’t read the same magazines, as he suggested a nice soak in the hot tub. I’m thinking, maybe a relaxing soak, then we’ll try for our “wedding night” in the morning when he’s not so tired. Umm, no. He came at me like a freight train in the hot tub. In the dark. Because it’s apparently not nice to make love in the bright or something. Anyway… my head started to slip under the water, and he’s just doing his thing. Doesn’t notice me slipping. At one point, even my nose went under, and I thought, “Oh, god, surely he’s almost finished.” When he finally noticed I was not thrashing about in passion, but rather, in a desperate need for oxygen, he pulled me up and began his I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, routine. Not terribly romantic. It put him off sex for that night entirely. Instead, we crawled into the big bed, and I cried myself to sleep, while he watched “Cops” on the big screen. To this day, that “Bad Boys” theme song makes me want to cry, or hurl something.

  2. krsylu says:

    Ramada Inn outside Dulles Airport. Wedding night was our entire honeymoon.  Back home to apartment shared with two college roommates.

    20 years later (come December), marital home is shared with five roommates (ages 6 years to 19 years)!

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