Thinking of enjoying a nice hot cup of tea while reading a good book? Look no further!
We have a paperback copy of The Diabolical Miss Hyde to give away, plus two ounces of Fava Tea’s Duchess of Earl tea, a rather saucy tea diffuser, and a purple dragonfly bookmark.
The Diabolical Miss Hyde by Viola Carr is a steampunk adventure featuring Dr. Eliza Jekyll, a police detective and forensic investigator, and her shadow-self, Lizzie Hyde, who is all about steampunk sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. Eliza and Lizzie have to solve a series of murders, and dodge the Royal Society who would burn them alive if they knew about the magical nature of Eliza’s transformation into Lizzie.
The tea we’re offering, two ounces of Fava’s Duchess of Earl, is a milder earl grey tea, flavored with berries. It’s something I think Eliza might drink while going over her notes on her latest case.
The tea diffuser is Mister Tea, who wears BPA-free silicone rubber trousers. He perches on the edge of your mug or teacup and infuses the tea with his lower body. He doesn’t look diabolical so much as relaxed, though. The instructions read as follows, and we are not making this up: Remove pants. Fill with tea. Infuse!
To enter, drop your details in the widget below and tell us about your inner Miss Hyde. Does she wear only red? Does she ride a motorcycle or wear leather pants (how to do you put leather pants on, seriously? Do you jump into them)? Does she eat all the dark chocolate and use salty language?
Standard disclaimers apply: void where prohibited. We are not being compensated for this giveaway. Open to international residents where permitted by applicable law. Must be over 18 and prepared to read and sip to win. Demureness not required. Do whatever you want with your pinky finger. But don’t just stick some gears on it and call it steampunk. Giveaway ends Friday, 13 February 2015 at noon ET. Winners will be announced same day Friday, February 13, 2015. If you have any problems with the widget, please email Sarah.
We wish you diabolical good luck, and thanks for entering!
My alter ego is the director on a cruise ship; loves sparklies, Spice Girls and big hair. She has never met a fruity alcoholic beverage with an umbrella she hasn’t loved, but Zima will do in a pinch. Jessica Simpson and Kylie Minogue are her spirit guides.
I struggle with two Miss Hydes. One sails through life on a sea of lavender sachets and rose petal potpourri while making exquisite things to eat and wear. She is always impeccably dressed and groomed – the sort who can wear a white coat in the winter. The other wears frayed denim that shows too much skin and hangs around in dive bars. She can drink, fight and swear with the best of them.
My inner Miss Hyde has no verbal filter. She usually appears late at night, almost never before midnight. Anyone who has roomed with me is quite familiar with her antics.
My inner Miss Hyde was born a couple weeks ago along with my newborn. She wears a wonderfuly comfortable pair of pajamas. Not too hot, not too cold. She drinks a magic cup of ice water that never emptys.
My inner Miss Hyde was the ice queen before Elsa made it cool. If you made her mad, the temperature in the room would drop. She doesn’t show up often,so her appearance is noticed.
My inner Miss Hyde is comfortably wealthy and stays home to read all day. Her house is always clean and she always looks fabulous.
I discovered my inner Miss Hyde after I moved to New Jersey. She’s a lot like me but with bigger hair, more Bon Jovi, and she takes zero crap from anybody.
That cover is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for a great giveaway!
Hit enter too soon…and MY miss Hyda tells people wayyy to much!
My Miss Hyde, has a predilection for “Catwoman boots” and being sassy. Together we travel the world.
My inner Miss Hyde is a quiet woman who always thinks everything through before she speaks.
My inner Miss Hyde is probably responsible for all my pretty, but less practical clothing. Sadly, since she apparently hates hand washing and finding places to dry stuff flat too, they don’t get worn much.
My Miss Hyde is always dressed to kill in serious heels and a perfectly fitted suit which displays her dynamite gams to the utmost advantage. There is an air about her that says she’ll take no prisoners, and any encounter with her will leave a man wondering what the hell just happened.
My inner Miss Hyde eats a lot of jam cookies. A lot.
My inner Miss Hyde has yet to free herself; she is the voice that whispers “f**k this s**t” when I’m fed up with always being polite, punctual, and people-pleasing. I believe that she is the one who makes me pour out whiskey and club soda in the evening too.
My inner Lizzie has purple and green hair, dresses mostly in black, rides a motor bike (or a dragon) and doesn’t give a shit about what people think of her. Unfortunately she often gets a beating from those around me.
My inner Miss Hyde laughs a lot and drinks too much coffee.
My inner Miss Hyde has no filter, wears red & leather all the time, rides a motorcycle, and has gilt tipped fingernails. 😉
My inner Ms Hyde can kick butt, always has a snappy rejoinder and can eat whatever she likes without putting on an ounce.
My inner Ms Hyde doesn’t have fucks to give, thanks in large part to a carefully regulated exposure to the marvel that is the Bitchery 😉
My inner Ms Hyde ran off to NYC to be a starving artist and doesn’t have to shovel 2 feet of snow out in the ‘burbs.
My miss Hyde speaks before thinking and often said some pretty controversial things…
My inner bad girl stays up too late and wears shirt skirts (but not in the winter time) and eats like a twelve year old given $20 to buy dinner. She is also prone to posting Facebook updates that make you laugh until milk comes out your nose, which is particularly sneaky since I am not funny in person, usually. Thanks for the great giveaway!
I like to think that my inner Miss Hyde has run out of fucks to give, in the best sense that she does things because she wants to and not out of fear or misplaced obligation. I think I am approaching this as I get older.
Also, I have no clue how to get into leather pants, but don’t use powder a la Ross in Friends.
My inner Miss Hyde has no truck with several of the people in my life and is the time reason I have to reach for my letter opener at my desk…
My inner Miss Hyde can tie a scarf around her neck and it stays tied, in place and looks good all day. She WRITES those blog posts about tying a scarf 17 different ways to look stylish instead of reading them.
My inner Miss Hyde is all out of fucks to give, dons her Johnny Cash gear (all-black-all-the-time), blares the music till it hurts, & will not share the chocolate!
I think I already am my diabolical side!
My inner Miss Hyde is that person who keeps snapping at my husband for guessing the endings of every tv show we watch together.
My Miss Hyde gets up and sings with the band.
My Miss Hyde puts on medieval armor and hits large men with swords. She grins wildly when they fall over, then cries, “Next!”
Should it happen that *she* falls over, she grins wildly, clambers to her feet and cries, “Again!”
My diabolical side drinks beer, swears even more than I normally do and carries a huge steampunk machine gun on her shoulder. She doesn’t bother with work and she’s up outside all night long, and she gets violent when people f*ck with her (thankfully she’s also quite patient, so she doesn’t get violent too often 😉 ).
My inner Miss Hyde definitely wears back leather all the time. She’d be wild and adventurous and also a bit dangerous.
My inner Ms. Hyde (she prefers Ms. to Miss) is a big fan of cashmere, high heels, and perfectly tailored pencil skirts. Her hair is always immaculate, and so is her make up. She walks into a room and owns it, but people tend to give her a wide berth.
My inner Ms. Hyde always looks people in the eye and never drinks too much wine.
My inner Ms.Hyde eats way too much chocolate and wants to read too many books.
My Mz Hyde has no time for co-workers bullshitty chauvinistic comments. I let her out to play every once in a while…
My inner Miss Hyde…?
I probably have several, which should be the first warning sign!
For the sake of this, let’s say she wears all black, has a killer roundhouse kick, a snappy wit, and catlike green eyes. Because why not? Oh, and she’s well versed in all things mechanical; she can fix anything as long as it involves moving parts.
My inner Miss Hyde throws screaming children (and their parents) out of restaurants and movie theaters and tells off people who talk smack about romance.
My inner Miss Hyde is a Judgey McJudgerson who crackles with contempt and dark anger at people who just don’t use common sense or ignore facts in favour of feelings. If she could pick out clothing there would probably be a lot of black leather and very Goth looking stuff.