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Want to spread a little Poison?

Poison

Love this cover! Can I have the pig?

The blurb:

Sixteen-year-old Kyra, a highly-skilled potions master, is the only one who knows her kingdom is on the verge of destruction—which means she’s the only one who can save it. Faced with no other choice, Kyra decides to do what she does best: poison the kingdom’s future ruler, who also happens to be her former best friend.

But, for the first time ever, her poisoned dart . . . misses.

Now a fugitive instead of a hero, Kyra is caught in a game of hide-and-seek with the king’s army and her potioner ex-boyfriend, Hal. At least she’s not alone. She’s armed with her vital potions, a too-cute pig, and Fred, the charming adventurer she can’t stop thinking about. Kyra is determined to get herself a second chance (at murder), but will she be able to find and defeat the princess before Hal and the army find her?

Kyra is not your typical murderer, and she’s certainly no damsel-in-distress—she’s the lovable and quick-witted hero of this romantic novel that has all the right ingredients to make teen girls swoon.

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8113512-poison

About the author:

Bridget Zinn’s first YA novel, Poison, was released by Hyperion on March 12, 2013. Unfortunately, Bridget died from cancer in May 2011 at the age of 33. Being published was Bridget’s dream. Now, nearly four years to the day from her diagnosis, her novel is at last reaching readers.

Poison’s first review just came in, a near-rave from Kirkus Reviews, who write, “Don’t let the title or cover fool you! No grimdark teen fantasy or angst-y heroines here; just a frothy confection of a fairy tale featuring poisoners, princesses, perfumers and pigs, none of whom are exactly what they appear (except maybe the pigs)…. Good silly fun—a refreshing antidote to a genre overflowing with grit and gloom.”

Since Bridget isn’t here to share her novel, people are pulling together to help get the word out about this former librarian’s sweet, hilarious debut.

http://bridgetzinn.com/help/

Where to buy?

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1423139933?ie=UTF8&tag=httpwwwgoodco-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1423139933&SubscriptionId=1MGPYB6YW3HWK55XCGG2

Can’t wait to read this one, folks! How about you?  Spread the word!


$50 Book Blast Giveaway: Fields of Elysium by A.B. Whelan

Fields of Elysium by A.B. Whelan

How can love mend a heart full of hate?

Small town girl, Molly Bennett, moves to Los Angeles where she becomes an outsider while attending Beverly Hills High School. It seems life cannot be any more dreadful. Then one day after school, something magical happens. On a secluded hike in the Hollywood Hills, Molly chases her disobedient mutt and only friend into a hidden cavern. She stumbles upon a strange glimmering gateway that transports her to Arkana, a planet that is the cradle of an advanced human race. There, teenagers navigate amazing flying vehicles, compete in perilous games for glory, and possess supernatural powers. While Molly tries to wrap her mind around this unbelievable discovery, she meets the alluring and mysterious Victor Sorren. He is a Sentinel Apprentice, whose hatred toward people from Earth is beyond understanding. Yet every time Victor unpredictably saves Molly’s life, his heart draws closer to hers, no matter how much he tries to fight against it. It further complicates things that their growing friendship is strictly forbidden. Earth people are prohibited in Arkana, yet Molly continues to cross through the portal to Arkana to see Victor. Torn between their double lives, they go down a dangerous path, from where there is no return and multiple endings.

Fields of Elysium is a suspenseful, romantic tale full of forbidden secrets, unimaginable danger, deception, and the never-ending fight for true love.

PRAISE

“The novel’s take on otherworldly travel is a compelling one, and the romantic plot will likely appeal to Twilight fans.” – Kirkus Reviews

“I expected a good love story with a paranormal twist. I got so much more. I think you should take the chance and read it. Let this book take you on the adventure, fall in love.” – Young Adult and Teen Readers

“Fields of Elysium is a fabulous read. … Whelan paints her faith into the fabric of her story with deft, light brushstrokes, making her work accessible to all, no matter their spiritual beliefs or background.” – Readers Favorite

“I escaped into this fantasy world, author, A.B.Whelan, created and I didn’t want Molly to go. From detailed descriptions, to sweet romance, and to all the twist and turns in the story, it had me captivated from page one.” – Mary Ting, author of the Crossroads Saga

“Whelan’s writing is very vivid and descriptive. It’s more formal than the average YA novel, but I enjoyed the lyrical and mesmerizing quality to it. I thought the overall story read like a fairy tale–very sweet.” – Megan Thomason, author of Daynight

Author A.B. Whelan

A.B.Whelan is a Hungarian born, American writer. She currently lives with her husband and two children in Southern California.

While growing up in a wealthy Eastern European family, she had a chance to travel Europe. Later as an adult, she visited Africa and the Middle East and lived in Ecuador and in Crete.

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$50 Book Blast Giveaway

$50 Amazon Gift Card or Paypal Cash plus a gift bag of one signed copy of Fields of Elysium, a scrabble-tile pendant with a butterfly image on a chain necklace, and a fridge magnet.

Ends 3/11/13

Gift Bag open to US only.  If winner is international they will receive only the gift card or paypal cash.

Open only to those who can legally enter, receive and use an Amazon.com Gift Code or Paypal Cash. Winning Entry will be verified prior to prize being awarded. No purchase necessary. You must be 18 or older to enter or have your parent enter for you. The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter and announced here as well as emailed and will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen. This giveaway is in no way associated with Facebook, Twitter, Rafflecopter or any other entity unless otherwise specified. The number of eligible entries received determines the odds of winning. Giveaway was organized by Kathy from I Am A Reader, Not A Writer http://iamareader.com and sponsored by the author. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW.

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Cover Reveal: Fire Born #1 by Laney McMann

Introducing …

TIED by Laney McMann

TIED

Fire Born

by Laney McMann

Release Date: September  9, 2013

Target Reader: Young Adult

Keywords: Fiction, Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Description

Normal people don’t believe their nightmares stalk them. They don’t fall in love with boys who don’t exist, either.
Seventeen-year-old Layla Labelle, though, is far from normal. Her delusions walk the earth. Her hallucinations hunt her, and her skin heats to a burn every time her anger flares.
Or is that all in her head?
Layla doesn’t know what to believe any more because if none of that’s true, Max MacLarnon must be an illusion, and her heart must still be broken.
No matter how much she wants to believe Max is real, doing so would mean everything else is, too. How, then, is that possible?
The answers lie in an age-old legend the supernatural aren’t prepared to reveal, and with a curse that could tear Layla and Max apart forever—if it doesn’t kill them both first.
In TIED, book one in the Fire Born trilogy, learning the truth will mean fighting an arsenal  of demons, and being with Max will put Layla on a path toward her own destruction.
Just how far will Layla go to protect the one she loves?
The answer may never be far enough … away.

Doesn’t it look great? How do you like the cover? What do you think of the story premise? I know I want to read it, how about you?


V-Day feelin’ it or not so much?

Hi everybody.

So it’s February 14th and you know what that means … ♥ for those of you who love the day …  😦 for those of you who don’t.

If you met me in person and we were talking about ‘the day’, I might pretend to think Valentine’s Day is no big deal, play the holiday off. I might act aloof, maybe make excuses about how even if a guy asked me, I’d be way too busy washing my hair to go clubbing, or say I’d go to the movies but there’s nothing worth seeing, or that I can’t go to dinner because I’m on the caveman diet. I’d also be full of crap. We’ve all had those days, or years.  I myself was cynical, jaded and suspicious. Attractive right? Well I’d been burned.

I’m not so much the mushy type, but I am a romantic. I like getting flowers, I like it when I get kissed on the forehead and I like reading books where a guy says amazing things to the heroine. Things that I’d gladly bash her perfect little head in for so I could take her place in the scene. Er, if the scene were real, which meant the guy actually existed … oops which means so does the heroine, and I’m now a psycho killer.

Never mind.

Point is that girl was never me. Not really. Until it was. Because I met Harrison.

All that to say I am throwing my usually cool, I don’t care attitude to the four winds and share some quotes that sort of make me *sigh* Yeah. Words I got to appreciate once the right guy fought for me, broke me down and built me up again.

Here goes …

♥ “For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” ~ Judy Garland

♥ “The moment my lips touch yours, it will be your first kiss. Because if you’ve never felt anything when someone’s kissed you, then no one’s ever really kissed you. Not the way I plan on kissing you.”  ~ Collen Hoover, Hopeless
♥ “Baby, no one would ever make the mistake of using the word ugly with you. Especially with me around.” He pushed the curls off my face, his fingers leaving a burning trail. “Everything about you is beautiful and sexy as hell.”  ~ Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

♥ “I’m going to walk over to you,” I say, taking one step at a time in her direction like I’m talking down a jumper. “I’m going to put my arms around you and I’m going to hold you,” I pause before taking the last step, “and you’re going to let me.”  ~ Katja Millay The Sea of Tranquility

♥ “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you–haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe–I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always–take any form–drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”  ~Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

♥ “I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.” ~ Charlotte Bronte, Jane Erye

♥ “We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”  ~Cassandre Clare, Clockwork Prince

Well … at some point I just have to stop because I could go on all day. If you love young adult romace I bet you could, too. So what about you? Can you leave me with a favorite quote or book that pulls you from quiet respectability to sappy romantic? Or maybe you can share why you don’t ‘do’ V-day? Come on … if I did it so can you 🙂

Love you guys!


Flopping around like a fish: guest post from Jennifer M. Eaton

Flopping around like a fish (AKA Switching up the Genres)

I’m a young adult author.  Well, that’s not true.  I’m a middle aged woman, but I WRITE Young adult books.  This puzzles a lot of people.  “Really?” they say, “What have you gotten published?”

So I rattle off my three pub credits to date:  Last Winter Red, A Dystopian from the Make Believe Anthology; Connect the Dots, a Contemporary Romance from the For the Love of Christmas Anthology; and Jack and Jill Volume One, Sweet Romance.

“But those aren’t young adult.”

Yeah, I know.

That sort of happened by accident.  I wrote and submitted “adult” works for two separate anthologies, and ended up getting published in both, and Jack and Jill is a sequel that will probably have 6 little brothers and sisters.  J

So, what do I like more?  YA or Adult?

I prefer young adult – by a mile.  Adult characters are just not… well… fun.  Do you know what I mean?

Adults have lives and responsibilities… they just can’t go running into the woods chasing deer.  They might get hurt and then they couldn’t work.  They can’t make a silly decision because they have to be “grown up.”  Ugh!  Grown- ups are so frustrating to write!!!

I’d much rather deal with a middle-grade or teen character… someone who is fresh, developing, and does not have the weight of the world on their shoulders.  The opportunities for an author with a younger character are limitless… where adults you need to have at least a “little” maturity to make them realistic.

After dwelling in the adult world for a while, I’ve found my teen characters both lively and refreshing, but I still love the quirky romantic entanglement I’ve woven for Jack and Jill!

Diversity.

For me, I think it makes a better author.

What do you think?

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Jennifer Eaton lives on the East Coast USA with her husband, three boys, and a pepped up poodle.  She hosts an interactive website www.jennifermeaton.com aimed at making all writers the best they can be.

Jack and Jill Volume One:  Jill stumbles back into the dating world after twelve years of motherhood.  But things have changed a lot since the last time she dated.  Jack and Jill stories follow the challenges of a woman holding on to traditional values in a world that has evolved without her. Now that she has found the man of her dreams, will Jill be able to hold on to him without compromising what she believes in?

Enclosure links:

Jennifer Eaton Photograph, http://jennifermeaton.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/j-taylor-fix-crop-white.jpg

Jack and Jill Volume One cover, http://jennifermeaton.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/jack-jill-volume-one-cover.jpg?w=615

Purchase links

SMP eBook Store: http://www.stillmomentspublishing.com/p/ebook-store.html

SMP Library: http://www.stillmomentspublishing.com/2013/01/jack-jill-volume-one.html

CreateSpace POD: https://www.createspace.com/4136009

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B3YWNFW

Amazon Print:

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/277179

Goodreads (for reviews): http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17266748-jack-jill-volume-one

Contact Links:

Twitter:  @jennifermeaton

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5832197.Jennifer_M_Eaton

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jennifer.m.eaton.3

Web:  www.jennifereaton.com

Blog: http://www.jennifermeaton.com/


L.S. Murphy’s REAPER swag giveaway and review:

The cover:

Reaper

About the book:

There’s no way sixteen year old Quincy Amarante will become the fifth grim reaper. None. Not over her shiny blue Mustang. Her Jimmy Choos. Or her dead body.

She’s supposed to enjoy her sophomore year, not learn about some freaky future Destiny says she has no choice but to fulfill.

It doesn’t take long for Quincy to realize the only way out of the game is to play along especially since Death can find her anyway, anywhere, anytime. And does.

Like when she’s reassuring her friends she wants nothing to do with former best friend Ben Moorland, who’s returned from god-knows-where, and fails. Miserably.

Instead of maintaining her coveted popularity status, Quincy’s goes down like the Titanic.

Maybe … just maybe … that’s okay.

It seems, perhaps, becoming a grim reaper isn’t just about the dead but more about a much needed shift in Quincy’s priorities—from who she thinks she wants to be to who she really is.

Sounds awesome, right?

Now something about the author:

L.S. Murphy lives in the Greater St. Louis area where she watches Cardinals baseball, reads every book she can find, and weaves tales for teens and adults. When not doing all of the above, she tends to The Bean (aka her daughter), her husband and a  menagerie of pets.

She is a member of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) and the St. Louis Writer’s Guild.

http://www.facebook.com/LSMurphyAuthor

http://www.jtaylorpublishing.com/books/19

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5046440.L_S_Murphy

https://julieareece.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post-new.php

Want more? Of course you do. Here an excerpt from her book …

Excerpt

A spitball stops in mid-air less than an inch from my nose.
It hangs there. I assume everyone else notices the wet wad of paper too, but when I turn to my bestie Jordan, her mouth is stuck open with her eyes half closed.
She was just laughing. Now she’s … frozen?
The sudden silence is louder than a room full of gossiping teenagers.
Mini-quakes creep up my spine like a centipede hurrying toward my hair.
I’m not entirely sure my heart is beating. I wave my shaking hand in front of Jordan, hoping this will break her free of whatever happened.
No reaction.
Why am I moving?
So many times, I wished Jordan would stop talking. Now is the one time I need her high-pitched voice to pierce my ears.
Quin, relax. It’s okay. No way this is real. I pinch my arm hard, but it doesn’t change anything.
A loud pop makes me spin around in my seat. A man stands in front of the chalkboard in a bluish-white robe staring at me through blizzard white eyes. He holds a staff in front of him that looks like melting glass.
“Hello, Quincy,” he says in a deep velvet voice. “How would you like to see your future?”
I stand and stumble toward the back of the room. “Who are you supposed to be? Gandalf?” I’m unable to keep the tremor out of my voice.
“One person dresses up like me in a movie, and that’s all I hear.” He leans back on Mr. Spragg’s desk. “I’m far more attractive than him and so much more fun.” He winks and lifts his robe, revealing a pair of yellow and red striped Bermuda shorts and orange flip-flops.
My eyes pop wider at the mismatched mess, but I keep my thoughts about his sense of fashion to myself. “Who are you?”
His sigh echoes off the walls. “I’m Destiny.”
“Who?”
Rolling his eyes, he raises the staff high to his left. Like a swordsman, he stabs and swooshes it down in an arch. The air ripples as a dark slit opens. A man in a deep brown pinstripe suit steps through. His cheap sneakers don’t match the formality of the tan fedora and horn-rimmed glasses.
A pony-sized white German shepherd saunters in behind him, and I take an automatic step back. The dog turns his head, black orbs where its eyes should be.
Pinstripe man glances my way before turning toward the person who calls himself Destiny. His features contort and a maroon tint creeps over his face.
“What the f—”
Destiny flips his finger and the new guy shuts up. After a moment, he does another finger move.
“We said when she was eighteen, Des.”
“I’m aware of that, Forsyth.”
“She’s not eighteen.”
“Really? I never would have guessed.” Sarcasm fills each word as Destiny raises his eyebrows like a flag on the Fourth of July.
Forsyth glares. “Then why am I here?”
“I let you pick the date, but I never agreed to honor it.” Destiny pats the dog on the head with sneer and wipes his hands on his robe. “Now is the time. Teach her.”

Book Trailer:

http://lsmurphy.com/2012/09/26/reaper-book-trailer/

My review:

I really loved the premise of this story. Sixteen year old Quincy Amarante is in her sophomore year when she learns she’s to become the next Reaper—Reaper as in sickle and hooded cloak. Yes. That doesn’t sit too well with her self-absorbed, spoiled agenda to rein queen bee (along with her other shallow friends) over her high school body. (No, you won’t like her at first, but you’re not supposed too.)

L. S. Murphy uses the idea of death and responsibility to force her heroine to think about life a little differently, and over time, to make some changes. Like how she relates to her former best friend Ben Moorland. In my opinion, by far the most intriguing part of the entire book and worth the read just to experience him! My biggest issue was being defensive for Ben because he’s so hot and wonderful and sexy, I couldn’t understand what he saw in Quincy. But they were friends a long time ago, before she turned into a snob, and his actions proved he was looking for the girl he once knew, the one buried beneath her designer clothes and make up. He thought she was worth fighting for, worth waiting for, so I gave her another chance. I do whatever Ben tells me to do. He’s that great.

The end of the story is the best part, and the most frustrating. Murphy doesn’t take the easy way out, and I give her big kudos on that score. I loved and hated and moaned and swooned over the way the story winds up. Clear it up any for you? Awesome.

My nitpicks are that I wanted a bit more from the world building. I wanted Quincy’s redemption to come sooner, and I wanted the secondary characters fleshed out a bit more. None of that would keep me from reading this book again. I recommend Reaper to any urban fantasy lover. It’s different, well written, fun, sad, surprising, and despite those few lesser developed points, I really enjoyed it.

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Reaper swag giveaway!!!  Tell me what you think in a comment below for a chance to win a Reaper bookmark and this cool necklace. Winner announced next Wednesday, baby!

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Isn’t it awesome? Good Luck and thanks for stopping by! 🙂


Do you scare easily? Shrapnel guest post with Stephanie Lawton

If you haven’t seen it yet, here’s the cover:

Shrapnel

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16099871-shrapnel

The blurb:

It’s been six years since Dylanie and her family visited a Civil War site and the place came alive with cannon fire. Problem was, no one could hear it but her.

Now she’s sixteen, her dad’s moved out, her mom’s come out of the closet and Dylan’s got a spot on Paranormal Teen, a reality TV show filming at historic Oakleigh Mansion. She’ll spend a weekend with two other psychic teens—Jake and Ashley—learning how to control her abilities.

None of them realized how much their emotional baggage would put them at the mercy of Oakleigh’s resident spirits, or that they’d find themselves pawns in the 150-year-old battle for the South’s legendary Confederate gold. Each must conquer their personal ghosts to face down Jackson, a seductive spirit who will do anything to protect the gold’s current location and avenge a heinous attack that destroyed his family.

Now that I have your attention, I give you, the lovely, Stephanie Lawton

First, my sincere thanks to Julie for hosting me today on her blog. I was an early fan of Crux, and I know we both love books with paranormal elements, so I’m glad I get to share a bit of my latest, Shrapnel, with you in an excerpt below.

It’s a weird mutt of a novel that also contains soft horror, historical fiction and a great ghost story. The bit below is told from Dylanie’s point of view. She and Jake are at a weekend retreat for teen psychics, but have decided to do a little investigating outside on their own. Both have just experienced some crazy, life-changing events, and here, they get into a little of a philosophical discussion. Jake speaks first.

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 Excerpt

“So …” He kicks an acorn across the sidewalk. “What do you think happens when we die?”

I go slack and tilt my head. “Really? You’re asking me now? You wanna know the meaning of life, too?”

He stares after the acorn he just assaulted. “I know, it’s just, this weekend has gotten me thinking. I mean, Ashley’s freaking about her brother, and Ethan is dead but he’s still in this house. And the whole church thing she brought up. I don’t have that much experience with actual ghosts, so … it’s a bit much.”

I ignore him and circle the tree a couple times, gazing up into its shadowy branches. A quick movement to my left catches my eye. A shape flies out of the dark and straight at my face.

“Shit!”

Jake doubles over in laughter. “Watch out for those killer squirrels, Dylan. God’s punishing you for ignoring my question.”

I point right at his nose. “And that right there is why I don’t want to talk about it.”

“God’s army of killer squirrels?”

“Ha-ha.”

Jake’s doing that squinty thing people do when they want to ask a serious question but don’t want to be all heavy. “You think he punishes people?”

“I know it.”

“Want to explain?”

“Nope.” I am not having this conversation. The memories start poking their way to the surface.

“C’mon, you can’t leave me hanging like that. Does it have to do with the cross shape branded on your thigh?”

Anger. It whips through me faster than I can think, scorching my nerves and setting my scar on fire. “Just shut up, okay?”

“Easy, Dylan. You want to talk about it? Is it, like, some weird cult initiation or something? You a closet Jesus freak?”

“You think I did this to myself?” I rub my thumb over my thigh. The memory of that day makes me tremble.

Jake’s eyes widen. “You’re terrified. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought—”

“What? You’d pry into my business? Make the freak talk?”

“Dylan—”

“Fine. You want to know? I was in the bathroom at school. Four girls came in. They dragged me into the handicapped stall, pinned me to the floor and pulled down my pants. One took off her cross necklace and heated it with a lighter. Then she pressed it into my leg while her friends sat on my arms and legs and laughed. Now I have a scar. Happy?”

“God, Dylan.”

“Exactly. God. He and I aren’t on such great terms.”

“They did that because you see spirits?”

“That’s one reason.”

“There’s more?”

He has no idea. And if I can help it, he never will.

About the author:

http://stephanielawton.com/

After collecting a couple English degrees in the Midwest, Stephanie Lawton suddenly awoke in the deepest reaches of the Deep South. Culture shock inspired her to write about Mobile, Alabama, her adopted city, and all the ways Southern culture, history and attitudes seduce the unsuspecting.

A lover of all things gothic, she can often be spotted photographing old cemeteries, historic buildings and, ironically, the beautiful beaches of the Gulf Coast. She also has a tendency to psychoanalyze people, which comes in handy when creating character profiles.

She has a love/hate relationship with Mardi Gras and can sneeze 18 times in a row.

Thanks for taking over my blog today, Stephanie. Awesome having you here, as always. Your stories rock!

I’ve read this book people, and trust me, you want to, too! So good!