Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Stephen B King on Domin8 and life as a writer





Domin8
By Stephen B King
Psychological Thriller/Police Procedural/whodunnit

Blurb:

After his wife loses interest in him, fifty-year-old Dave Barndon turns to the dark side of the Internet and sex chat rooms.  There he finds willing partners who are happy to fulfil his needs with no strings attached.  But they aren’t the only ones looking to play.  
   
When a woman he had an affair with is murdered he becomes the prime suspect.  He thinks his alibi is solid until a second woman is murdered, and then a third; his wife.  He fights for his freedom and redemption while the body count rises.  He must figure out who is framing him and why before the killer strikes again.  


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 This is Stephen's story about Domin8 and his life as a writer and family man...

On April 13th Domin8 is released by The Wild Rose Press, almost five years after I completed the first draft. D8 was the second book I wrote (I’ve written thirteen now) and it’s a long story how it got to being re-released – but I am an author and long stories are what I do.

Due to a legal battle with my first publisher after they contracted me for Forever Night, and then shut the line down before publication, I was in no-man’s land for quite a long time and disheartened with the publishing world. I had Domin8 finished at first draft stage, hopelessly too long, but no longer had access to the editor who loved the story and wanted to work on it with me. In desperation, I hired a freelance editor and self-published it and moved onto other projects.

Time passed, I wrote more books, and for Thirty-Three Days began a new relationship with my current publisher, The Wild Rose Press. I got to work with Melanie my wonderful editor on five books and I learnt so much that during a lull in proceedings, I picked up a copy of Domin8 and read it. Gulp…I was shocked at the errors and how poor the writing was – even though it had picked up some very good five-star reviews. In the four years that had passed, I learned a lot about the craft and knew I could do better. I was embarrassed and withdrew it from the public arena and began a long re-write while at the same time I was completing Winter at the light, and had begun writing Glimpse, The Angel Shot; book 4 of my trilogy, which is now at 75000 words.

People ask me frequently where do I find the time, how does writing impact on my family life, and how does it affect my day job? I spend 58 hours a week, managing a large Kia Sales Dealership, and the thing is I work for a living but write for a passion; I love my job, and sadly there isn’t a lot of money in being an author until you hit the ‘best seller ranks’ and most never do.

It’s no coincidence that my protagonist in Domin8 is a car dealer in his fifties. Well, they say write what you know, and I know Dave Barndon very well, in more ways than one. He was married 26 years with three children; and at time of writing so had I. But Dave slipped into a world of online chat rooms and dating sites with some rather erotic undertones leading to several murders. Apart from research purposes visiting such sites, I did not. But I’ve met lots of Daves, who complain about their wives, so I often think, there but for the grace of God…..

I once worked for a fantastic boss who was great with sayings and definitions, like his definition of a meeting was where minutes are kept, and hours are lost. Anyway, he told me once “If you want something important doing, ask someone who is busy; they will make time, someone who isn’t will make excuses.” I think that’s true.

I make time for my passion. I get up at 5.30 every morning, while my wife sleeps which gives me an hour and a half undisturbed. In the evening, after dinner, I’m with my wife in the same room so we can talk while she watches TV, and I’m on my Mac. Weekends we are renovators and we work well together; that’s her passion. On rare occasions I take a day off work, and I write up a storm while she is at work – she is an accountant. Not a boring accountant, but she really does like numbers. I like words; I think that’s a match made in heaven.

On St Patrick’s day, next week as I write this, it will be our 30th wedding anniversary. Being a writer is a selfish passion, and not one I can share with my wife, but I am very lucky that she supports me, and though she has never read anything I’ve written, she listens to plot ideas, character developments, and once I woke her at 5am to tell her of a dream I had that I thought would make a great book (Thirty-Three Days). Next week, when I give her a card and a small box containing a gold and diamond encrusted ring, I will tell her I love her more today than the day we married. I will mean it with all my heart.

I am very lucky in so many ways. My children have grown up to be wonderful people, and successful in their own right, I adore my wife, and she me – though I am the one punching above his weight. We have a dog, named Snowy; a West Highland Terrier. He is a rescue dog who moved in after the last of my children moved out. He is my wife’s best friend and they cuddle on the couch while I’m writing. I’m the luckiest man alive.

To finish, I’d like to share an exclusive excerpt from Domin8, a section that was very hard to write. It is Dave giving the eulogy at the funeral of his wife Dianne, who was killed by the person stalking Dave, trying to frame him for murder.




 Excerpt:


I was never prouder of my children than when they each spoke a eulogy about how wonderful a mother they had lost, and there was barely a dry eye in the crowd. Next came the pastor, who spoke about her life and achievements based on things we had all told him about her. Then finally, it was the time I had been dreading; my turn. I limped slowly to the lectern to face an icy silence from the assembled throng.

I took a moment to look around to steady my nerves. There were so many faces looking, so many people blaming me and despising me I could have cut the air with a knife. I took a deep breath and began. “I want to thank every one of you for coming today to help us celebrate Dianne’s life. I know anyone here who encountered her couldn’t help but be touched by her kindness and spirit, and we will all miss her terribly.

“We were married twenty-six years but were together almost thirty, and we raised three incredible children together. I know most, if not all of you, think I didn’t deserve her, and you would be right to think that. I didn’t deserve such a wonderful woman as Dianne, yet thankfully she saw something in me she thought was worth hanging onto.

“She was, without doubt, a far better person than I could ever hope to be, and I was blessed to have had her in my life. Until the day I die I will always regret that her killer took her and not me. I think everyone knows it was my actions which led to her death, and I will suffer that burden for as long as I live.

“If I could pass on any life lessons to others, it would be to take your wife, husband, lover or child, and hug them like there is no tomorrow, because sometimes, when you least expect it, there is no tomorrow.

“I will always miss Dianne and must live with the guilt of my actions, because she deserved so much better than me. I am so, so incredibly sorry for everything. She was a beautiful woman, a spectacular mother and a very dear friend.

“On the last day of her life she mourned the passing away of one of her patients who died of cancer. She spent his last hours with him because he had no family of his own and she didn’t want him to be alone when he died. Such was her heart she would give up her time, to ease the passing of someone she barely knew. We are all so much poorer for her passing away, and she will be missed by all of us, I know.”


Thanks to Sandra for hosting me, I hope I haven’t bored you all.

Stephen B King

Twitter: @stephenBKing1
Facebook: @stephenbkingauthor


Saturday, April 4, 2020

Coming soon from Jana Richards!!!

The big reveal for Jana Richards' new cover~



To Heal a Heart - Blurb

Garrett Saunders' world changed two years ago on a road in Afghanistan. Back home, he feels like a stranger. As he struggles to find his place in the world, he meets a horse destined for the slaughterhouse and a woman bent on rescuing the strays of the world, including him.
Blair Greyson moves to Masonville to look after her ailing grandfather and give her rescue horses a home. Right away she butts heads with a surly former Marine. Despite a rocky start, they come to an agreement: Blair will board Garrett's rescue horse and he'll help with repairs around her farm.

Garrett finds purpose working with Blair—and falls in love with her. But she's hiding a secret. Can she forgive herself and accept Garrett's love, or will she let guilt and regret continue to rule her life?



Here's a little about the author~

Jana Richards has tried her hand at many writing projects over the years, from magazine articles and short stories to full-length paranormal suspense and romantic comedy. She loves to create characters with a sense of humor, but also a serious side.  She believes there’s nothing more interesting then peeling back the layers of a character to see what makes them tick.
When not writing up a storm, working at her day job as an Office Administrator, or dealing with ever present mountains of laundry, Jana can be found on the local golf course pursuing her newest hobby.
Jana lives in Western Canada with her husband Warren, and a highly spoiled Pug/Terrier cross named Lou. You can reach her through her website at http://www.janarichards.com

Be sure to follow her and find her other books~


Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Terry Graham interview and new release ~ A Matter of Manners


Welcome to my blog, Terry.
We all have a special relationship with books and writing. Each is different. We’d like to know more about how you developed your relationship.



1-      Were either of your parents avid readers? Did they read to you when you were a small child?

My mother read all the time, or at least as much as someone with six children, a husband, and a job could. I’m sure she probably read to us, though I don’t have any real memories of her doing so. She definitely contributed to my love of reading though, because she handed us Nancy Drew and Hardy Boy books when we complained we were bored, and later, when we ran out of those, she started us on Dame Barbara Cartland. The queen of romance at the time, she kept us reading a long, long time. Lol

2-      Can you remember when you began choosing books to read on your own? What kind of books were they?

My earliest memory of any kind, really, is the first day of kindergarten or pre-k, don’t remember which it was, but I vividly recall the bookcase filled with books and deciding that I was going to learn to read because I wanted to read every one of them. I didn’t really choose my own books until much later, and until I was a teenager, my mom made ‘suggestions’. I was probably in junior high when she started taking us to the library, then early in high school my aunt started giving us books. Those were the ones I devoured. Victoria Holt’s On the Night of the Seventh Moon sticks in my mind as my first foray into the true romance genre. Kathleen Woodiwiss, Rosemary Rogers, Johanna Lindsey and all those other authors whose alpha heroes would have been accused of harassment today spoke to me. That’s probably where my BDSM leanings originate.

3-      What kind of student were you in school? How would your teachers and friends describe you then?

I was an avid student and remember finding my first grade report card a few years later. The teacher had written that I was a joy to have in school but that I needed to spend less time with the adults and more time making friends with my classmates. So I guess you could say I was the teacher’s pet, and to this day I gravitate toward people who are older. I married a man thirteen years older than me, and after I divorced him, had a relationship with a man who was fourteen years older. I suppose it was probably because I was more intelligent than most of my classmates. They all wanted to play outside, while I wanted to learn and read.

4-      How many books would you say you read in a month’s time after you left home and before you started writing?

Before I started writing, I’d chew through books at a rate that was too high to sustain. I could finish most books in less than two days. Back then, you couldn’t get books off the internet, so I had to rely on libraries. I grew up in a very small town of less than two hundred residents, so the library was small. I swear I went through every romance novel and most of the general fiction before I graduated high school.

5-      What kind of books did you prefer as an adult?

In high school and college, I went through phases. One year it would be romance, the next science fiction, then fantasy, then spy thrillers. I always liked the classics too, like Dickens, Dumas, Austin and the Bronte sisters, but I always came back to historical romance. After college, when I married and had a son, I couldn’t read as much, so I concentrated on the stories I liked most. At first that was sci-fi and fantasy, but then I gravitated back toward the historical romance and haven’t left it since.

6-      When was the first time you imagined a story you wanted to write and actually picked up a pen?

I distinctly remember I reached a point where I was having trouble finding good romances. Again, it was before the advent of Amazon, so books were hard to come by and I couldn’t afford to spend as much as I would have needed. I don’t remember the name of the book, but I borrowed a Scottish historical romance from the library and was extremely disappointed by it. The writing had been mediocre, and the ending left me gaping in disbelief. I threw the book down, thinking “I can write a better book than that!” That night visions of a Scottish laird and an English woman started forming in my head. I kept pushing them aside, but they wouldn’t go away until I started writing it. It took about four years to finish that one, and of course it was so badly written I couldn’t even find a publisher to consider it, but it started me on the path. Today, I’m working on rewriting that very story. I have a contract for my second story, which I had already re-written, and when my editor heard that it was the second in a series, she said she wanted them both. The book coming out at the end on January, A Matter of Manners, was my third story and completely different. That one took years too because it kept veering into erotic romance, before that was a thing.



Blurb:
Jeremy Wyles believes himself sterile. He's also a sadist and fears no lady would agree to marry him. When a woman shows up on his doorstep, pregnant and claiming to be his wife, he'll do whatever is necessary to ensure his dukedom has an heir. A loveless marriage in name only seems the perfect solution, but his disobedient duchess stirs his desire for discipline...and something more.
Irish rebel Kathleen "Katy" Brennan only seeks recompense from the husband whose cousin married her by proxy and left her with child. The bargain he offers is tempting. He'll claim her baby as his own, and she can become the grand lady she's always imagined. There's just one condition she's not sure she can live with. The delicious-looking duke refuses to touch her...ever.
Can Jeremy put aside the wicked urges that rule his life, or will Katy's rebellious spirit destroy his tenuous control?

What better way to await Valentine's Day than with a red hot erotic romance?

Excerpt:
     A marriage of convenience...or could it be more?
     “Bollocks!” The expletive burst out, unbidden.
     He had to stop using the word before it slipped out
in the wrong setting.
     At least it got her attention. Her moss-colored
eyes widened, and her lips parted in surprise.
     Another flicker of want paralyzed him.
     “I should go.” With a grace that took his breath
away, she rose and turned toward the door. This
time, though, her feet inched forward.
     “Stop!” Try as he might, it came out as a
command.
      She dropped into the chair, her porcelain skin
fading to the pasty white color it had taken on when
she vomited.
      He raked his fingers through his hair. What was
happening? Besides him losing control?
      “You’ve done nothing wrong,” he explained.
“It’s George I wish to thrash.”
      To his surprise, she harrumphed in a very
unladylike manner. “Might I watch?”
      Her hand flew up and covered her mouth.
Wide, emerald eyes with thick, long lashes stared at
him, half horrified. Then she lifted her chin in
defiance.
      Damn, she was pretty. Dark cherries and
clotted cream pretty.
      Footsteps echoed from the hallway, drawing
her attention, but Jeremy continued to stare. He
didn’t care who entered. He wanted to ogle her for a
few minutes.
     “Speak of the devil,” her luscious lips muttered.


Author Bio:
Terry Graham has been imagining love stories since she began playing with Barbie and Ken. In high school, she read Barbara Cartland along with Dickens, Austen, Asimov and everything else she could get her hands on. After two careers, as a chemist and a computer programmer, she retired to try her hand at writing. Terry lives in upstate New York with her cat Amber. She's divorced with a grown son who makes it all worthwhile.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Mary Morgan ~ To Weave A Highland Tapestry



*Today I'm turning my blog over to an award-winning author and WRP sister, Mary Morgan. Take it away, Mary. ~ Sandy*

Six Reasons You Should Read My Book TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY

1. You are transported to Scotland and visit not one, but two Scottish castles! One is my fictional castle called, Leòmhann, and the other is Urquhart Castle—home of the Dragon Knights of Scotland.

Psst…I’ll share an important fact with you. I’ve visited Urquhart two years ago and spent almost four hours wandering the ruins. Pure bliss!

2. You will learn some interesting facts on how to remove an arrow barb in a shoulder. The hero, Patrick MacFhearguis (a 13th century highlander) is injured and part of the arrow is embedded in his shoulder. Not an easy task to witness for the heroine, Gwen Hywel, who is from the present century. 

3. You get to experience a 13th Midwinter feast at Urquhart Castle. The MacKay clan (Dragon Knights) love to celebrate—from family, friendships, and love. This feast will spark something wonderful within Patrick MacFhearguis.

4. You will meet an ancient Fae weaver. She imparts words of wisdom for the heroine, Gwen Hywel. Yet oftentimes with the Fae, the messages have mixed meanings.

5. Not only is this story about a tapestry being commissioned for the Winter Solstice, but a love story based on what happens when you grasp a single golden thread and dare to take a leap of faith.

6. If you’ve enjoyed my first series, Order of the Dragon Knights, you’ll get to revisit some of the family members again. 

I challenge you, dear readers, to fall in love this holiday season with Patrick and Gwen’s magical love story!

*That's a great list, Mary, but I can give 196 reasons. That's the number of pages the readers are feverishly flipping when they can't put the book down. And, let's not forget this fabulous cover - 197! ~ Sandy*





TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY (A Tale from the Order of the Dragon Knights)
By Mary Morgan
Release date: December 9, 2019
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Time-travel/Scottish medieval/Paranormal Romance
Length: Novel

Blurb:
Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace within his heart and soul.  Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to conquer—a task this highlander is determined to resist.
When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis clan, she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one thread that can alter the tapestry of her life and heart.
A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to unravel an ancient past, in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be doused forever?

Excerpt:
“Where is the pain?”
“It’s tolerable.” She refused to appear weak, returning the same remark he had shared with her earlier.
Patrick reached for her hand. His warmth and strength seeped through her skin. “Place both your hands against the bark with your feet some distance apart.”
“And why am I doing this?”
The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his mouth. “Trust me, lass. Ye are in pain from riding stiffly for many hours.”
For reasons she couldn’t fathom, Gwen had faith in the man. Removing her hand from his, she did as he instructed.
His presence loomed from behind her. “If ye will permit me, I shall roll my knuckles along your back.”
Heat flared instantly up her neck, but Gwen nodded, giving him permission.
When the first contact of his fist swept across her back, Gwen let out a moan. Pain and pleasure fought for dominance. She closed her eyes against the sensation of his healing and seductive touch, allowing her body to ease from its rigid position.
“Let your limbs relax,” he urged.
“Feels so good,” she mumbled.
He splayed his fingers and massaged the knots along the column of her neck. Delicious pinpricks trickled down her back, along with the melting snow on her head. Gwen knew she presented a wretched sight, but she gave no care. His fingers caressed the top of her spine, and wove their way down to both shoulders. By the time he finished, her body was on fire with another type of ache, but her muscles had loosened up. There was no denying the man ignited a spark within her.
Gwen turned around slowly.
He placed his hand above her on the tree, trapping her against the rough bark with his body. Lowering his head near her ear, he whispered. “Better?”
The word had her breathing rapidly. Gwen did the unthinkable and pressed her cheek against him—his beard grazing her face. “Yes.”
“Good,” he breathed the word against her skin and withdrew.
He held her captive with the intensity of his gaze—compelling and magnetic. She had contained her inner woman within a cocoon for so long she yearned to be set free. If this was a distorted nightmare, she was determined to leave it on a positive experience.
When neither made a move to part, the butterfly emerged. Gwen lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. His eyes darkened as he turned his face into her palm, pressing his warm lips against her skin. A new and unexpected heat rushed inside her, and she gasped with the pleasure.
Patrick took a step back, breaking their connection. A slash of wind slapped across her face, cooling the heat of their encounter.

*If you're still not convinced, check out the five-star reviews rolling in on Amazon, (Including my own). It's another smash hit! ~ Sandy*

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About the Author:
Award-winning Celtic paranormal and fantasy romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.
 
Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. Inspired by her love for history and ancient Celtic mythology, her tales are filled with powerful warriors, brave women, magic, and romance. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling by writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books.



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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

2 new erotic romances by Marie Tuhart


I'm so happy to have Marie Tuhart on Between the covers again with not one but two new erotic romances. Here is the question I posed to her...

Sandra asked me about the craziness of publishing, releasing and promotion two books at the same time. All I can say it is craziness. Because I publish with two small presses sometimes I have no control over the release date of my books, that is what happened this month.

My short story Bound to Love You wasn’t even on a release schedule with my small press until about a month ago. I did edits at the end of September and then the galley at the beginning of October. So I had to create room in my schedule for all of it.

My full length novel Her Desert Protector, was turned in back in May, and by July edits were done and by August first galley was done. I’d know the release date since I signed the contract.

When I realized Bound to You was going to release in November, I made sure it wasn’t releasing the same day as Her Desert Protector, so not to take sales away from each other, but also because Bound to You is a short story (under 7,000 words).

Promoting both is a challenge, but one that I make time for. When Bound to Love you releases I will devote that week to promote its release, and then the following week when Her Desert Protector releases I devote to it.

I do a lot of pre-promotion work so when the books do release, I have everything ready to do the promotion and I’m not scrambling too much.



Bound to Love You

Blurb: 

Rachel Nelson and Boyd Phillips have been married for a short time, enjoying kink at home as well as at Club Crave. Bondage has always been a hard limit for the feisty sub, though it's something she knows her sexy yet caring Dom wants to try. Can game night help her push past her fears and take their relationship to the next level?

Except: 

Rachel Nelson smiled as she walked into Club Crave with her husband, Boyd. They’d been married for six months now; the best six months of her life. She’d never been happier. She’d found a man who enjoyed kink as much as she did.

Game night was always fun, yet tonight, her nerves were stretched tight. The past few weeks at the club, Boyd had wanted to try bondage, and she had kept putting him off. Game night always pushed a subs boundaries a bit, and she could only hope he didn’t push too far.

The club wasn’t crowded yet. She glanced around but didn’t see any of her friends. Anna,
Paige, and Olivia had told her at lunch yesterday they would be there. Especially since game night was for select couples.

Excited for tonight?” Boyd asked, raising their joined hands so he could kiss the back of hers.

“Yes, Sir. Game night is always fun.” Anticipation warred with her taut nerves.

“Good.” With his free hand, he brushed a lock of her hair away from her face. “Your hair is falling down.”

She automatically raised her hand to her head. Dang it, the pins were already coming loose. “Yes, Sir. Excuse me while I go to the ladies’ room.”         

“Let me. It’s my fault since I messed it up.” Boyd turned her around, and his hands slid into her hair. She shivered as he pulled the pins out, then gathered her hair and put the pins back in.


Bound to Love You  is available at:








Her Desert Protector

Blurb:

Journalist Zoey Lace is determined her exposé on the progressive country of Bashir will be her strongest travel piece yet. Upon her arrival, she finds not all is peaceful in this beautiful land. When Prince Khalid Al-Hakim insists her life is in danger and he must protect her, can she trust the prince’s reasons or is there some hidden agenda?

Khalid Al-Hakim is duty bound to protect his beloved country and his family, all now at risk, threatened by opium dealers. A beautiful American journalist photographs the wrong thing and it’s up to Khalid to save his homeland and keep Zoey safe. When she is kidnapped, all his plans disperse like arid desert sand in a storm. To save the woman he loves, he must now face his deepest fears.

Together, will they conquer obstacles to the country and themselves or be torn apart by the tides of evil?

Except:

A shadow fell across her table. She looked up and her eyes widened. Khalid stood there.

“I see you didn’t stay in your room,” he said.

She sat straighter in her chair. “Are you following me?” She winced at her accusing tone. “Sorry, that was rude.”

“You can make it up to me by allowing me to join you.” He gestured to the empty chair.

Zoey nodded and he sat down. “And to answer your question, I saw you sitting here alone and thought you might like some company.”

Part of her was suspicious, but another part of her was glad for the company. Hell, her woman parts had gone all perky and hard the moment he spoke. What was it about this commanding man that attracted her so?

She popped the last bite into her mouth as Yasir came rushing over with another place setting and poured him a glass of juice. “It’s a honor to have you here--”

“Thank you, Yasir.”

Zoey stared at Khalid. He liked cutting people off. Why was that? What was he afraid they might say? She liked puzzles, though this particular one might be more interesting than most.

“What may I get for you, sir?” Yasir asked.

“I’ll have whatever Miss Lacey is having.” Yasir nodded and left. He turned his attention to her, and Zoey found herself drowning in his eyes.

“So, Khalid, what do you do when you’re not escorting women to their hotel rooms or checking out their credentials or following them to restaurants?”

He laughed and that husky chuckle flowed through her veins. “As I said earlier, I’m head of security.”

“Yes, but security of what? The city? The country?” Something flashed in his eyes and Zoey bit back a grin. So he was hiding something.

Her Desert Protector  is available at:







Author Bio:

Marie Tuhart lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her muse, Penny, a four-pound toy poodle. Marie loves to read and write, when she’s not writing, she spends time with family, traveling and enjoying life.
Marie is a multi-published author with The Wild Rose Press, Trifecta Publishing and does some self-publishing. To be alerted on new releases on Amazon or  Book Bub. Also, you can join Marie’s newsletter where she gives her group advance information on her books, runs contests and does giveaways just for newsletter readers. Marie can also be found on GoodreadsPinterestTwitter, and Facebook.

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