Sunday, March 24, 2019

Worst Week Ever--Last week to get it for free!


When March Ends
My Best-Seller
stops being Free

Worst Week Ever 

I decided to offer my best-seller to introduce myself to my new audiences.

The month is getting near the end. Don't let it end without securing your copy.

We all need a laugh!





Come April it will be $3.99

Here's a peek inside...


“My father taught me everything I needed to know. He declared team-building bullshit. Every man should be out for himself and let the strongest survive.”

She’d always suspected Trent’s father had led him down this path of poor management. “Which is why we struggle to get anything done. Running a business is a team effort. We need to start rewarding people for working together, not screwing up everyone else’s performance.”

Contentment crossed his face. She couldn’t imagine why, given the topic.
Discussions of his father and change normally annoyed him. He’d probably stopped listening and moved on to a new thought. Normally, she’d give up, but not today. He’d insisted on coming along so he could discuss these matters. By God, he’d stay on topic.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked.

His smile widened as his gaze locked onto her. “Because you said ‘we’ which makes us a team.”

Carrie stared at him in confusion. Why did he focus on her use of ‘we’ now? A sense of joy flooded her as she understood. The ugly gray wall of his father’s teachings must have finally cracked a bit. Trent saw her as his team, which redefined ‘team’ as a good thing. She needed to expand the crevice while she could. “Yes, and our team needs to get bigger, so you don’t have another horrible month like this past one.”

He grasped her right hand and covered it with both of his. “I’m completely on board with this team stuff. And as soon as we hire this HR person and he gives me the nod, I’ll fire as many as you like and hire team workers instead.”
“Our expert might be a woman.”

His brow furrowed again. “Why would you think that?”
“Because we want to hire the best person we can afford, and given women tend to be paid less, the best person we can afford will probably be a woman.”
“That’s true…. I only had to pay you half my former EA’s salary and you do twenty times the work he did.”

The pride in his voice pissed her off and tempted her to lecture him on pay discrimination, but she really needed to keep this conversation positive. “Once the improvements I made in Taiwan show up in our profit margins, I hope you’ll reward me for my efforts.”

“I intend to.” His eyes sparkled with a worrisome amount of delight.
God, please don’t let him do something stupid like give me his Dali painting.
A moment later, the driver cursed and slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a halt.

Carrie stared out the window at the rows of parked cars. She looked through the back window and watched the parking lot grow behind them. Something must have happened to close Cross Bronx Expressway or the George Washington Bridge. God, would she never get home?

Not surprisingly, Trent lost his meager patience at once. “Sam, take the local roads into the city. I’m tired of sitting in this car.”

“The local streets aren’t particularly safe,” Sam warned.
“I sent you to defensive driving school, for God’s sake. It’s time I get my money’s worth.”

Sam sighed heavily. He stared at Carrie through the rearview mirror. “Please secure your seat belt. I may have to perform evasive maneuvers that could result in injury.”

Trent huffed. “Not if you plan to keep your—”

Carrie touched his arm. “We should practice our positive management responses on your home staff, so it becomes second nature to you when the new people come to work.”

He sighed. “I intended to say Sam wouldn’t wish to lose his self-esteem. He ranked first in his class if I recall.”

Sam grew an inch taller. “True, but I’ll need to focus on evade-and-escape techniques, not drive-smoothly-so-the-passengers-can-sip-their-wine.”

“I’m sure you can do both.”

“I can, sir. Just not at the same time.”

Deciding it best to interrupt this discussion, she reached over Trent, located his seatbelt and buckled him in. “Well done. A good manager should know details about his employees’ lives.”

Instead of complaining about her securing him in a seatbelt as if he were a child, he smiled. “Thank you.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Why had he done that? She couldn’t make sense of his actions. Perhaps he’d been touched to discover one of his employees didn’t want him dead. Embarrassed, she gently pulled her hand to the safety of her lap.

Trent’s focus turned to Sam. “Why aren’t we moving?”

“Because I require an exit, sir. I’ll take the first one I can.”

“Just drive on the side of the road.”

“No, sir.”

“If you get a ticket, I’ll pay for it.”

“Sir, the side of this road is littered with stripped cars, and once you pull over, no one will let you back in this lane. We’ll just have to wait until we crawl to the next exit.”

Trent breathed a heavy sigh of annoyance and unlocked his and then Carrie’s seat belts. “Well, tell us when you’ve found one.”


Monday, March 18, 2019

Worst Week Ever by Liza O'Connor- Best Seller

In my efforts to go wide
with my many books (over 50)
I am starting with my Best Seller
which is free for all of March.


Worst Week Ever
by
Liza O'Connor

Humorous, Contemporary, Disaster Romance


Blurb

What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with an egotistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant (or as his driver refers to Carrie as: 'Trent's brain, left hand, and right hand'). He's had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry this brilliant beauty. Only given all the times, he has threatened to fire her, he's not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one-week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie Hanson's Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.

(Hilarious to the reader, Carrie is not having much fun this week.)


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“A feel good book with great highs and lows and most of all laughs” 5 stars

“I enjoyed the unexpected events & fast paced, tongue in cheek craziness of this story.” 5 stars.

“This over-the-top disaster of a romance had me laughing so hard I couldn't breathe!”

Want to Read More???
There are four more books in the series: 
A Long Road to Love

Excerpt

 Trent’s focus returned to Carrie as he slipped his left arm around the back of the seat while leaning closer, invading the little space she had. Her heart quickened. God, she loved his scent. It made her feel— She shook her head. Get a grip! He’s your boss and he wants to see a Broadway show! “Here’s the review blurbs for each.”
He leaned in even closer, so his chest pressed against her arm. Her face warmed. Between her near death experience and his cologne, her professional demeanor struggled.
You can do this. He’s your boss and that’s all. She breathed in deep, in an attempt to steady her nerves. Unfortunately, she’d fail to account for the effects of a lungful of Trent’s wonderful scent. God, he's intoxicating. She focused on the reviews, needing to distract herself from his cologne. She smiled as she read the comments for Tall and Tiny. It sounded so good. She wished she had the time and money to see it.
Given Trent began reading before her, he should have finished and made his decision by now. She steeled herself and looked up at him. His gaze focused on her instead of the screen.
“Do you want to hold my iPad?” Carrie knew he hated when people treated him like a child.
A faint smile touched his lips. “No, let’s do the last one.”
“Tall and Tiny?”
He shrugged.
She tilted her head. “If you don’t even know the name of the show, why do you want to see it?”
He smiled as if he’d just done something very clever. “Because you do. I could see it in your face.”
Why would what she liked matter? Then a possible explanation came to her. “Do you want me to go with you?”
He gently tugged on a strand of her hair. “Hey, we just went through a war together. We both need a laugh.”
His unexpected generosity shocked her. She felt like the egotistical sun had finally noticed inconsequential Pluto still working hard to race around it.



Liza O’Connor
Author Bio:

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She uses all her life experiences to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.



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Sunday, March 17, 2019

Ghost Lover goes Wide!!! Read and laugh!

https://www.lizaoconnor.com/2019/03/ghost-lover-goes-wide-read-and-laugh.html

Ghost Lover

By Liza O’Connor

Contemporary Romance with a touch of paranormal

Blurb
Two sexy English brothers. One irresistible ghost. Who would you choose as your lover?
Completely broke and with a criminal record to boot, Senna Smith is one day from eviction from her apartment when Brendon, her promiscuous roommate from London, suggests she go to England, marry him, and manage his fortune. With few other options, she agrees to an open marriage. But she’ll never, ever, have sex with him, knowing if she falls in love with him, he’ll break her heart.
As trustee of Brendon’s family fortune, there is no way Brendon’s older brother, Garrison Durran, is going to let him marry a self-professed American gold-digger. As Senna tries to embrace castle life and English society for Brendon’s sake, Gar discovers Senna is the perfect woman for him--beautiful and intelligent, kind and caring. Now, if she wasn’t already engaged to his brother…
The ancestral ghost of Durran Castle has to intervene if the Durran brothers have any chance of an heir. He can’t leave them to fix matters on their own. They are useless buggers when it comes to love. As counselor to Gar, matchmaker for Brendon, and lover to Senna, a ghost’s work is never done.
CONTENT WARNING: Allergy warning: Ghost cat in book.  

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Excerpt
“So my brother steals all your money and to compensate you, he suggests you come to England, marry him, and he’ll give you his trust fund.” Only his brother could contrive such an absurd plan.
“Yes.” By her brief answer, he gathered she thought it a perfectly reasonable solution.
His brother might be an idiot, but this gold digger would soon discover Gar a force to reckon with. “Did he steal a half million from your bank account?”
Brendon laughed. “Do you have any idea how long that would take? Cash machines only allow you two visits a day at two hundred dollars a pop.”
“How much did he take?” Gar restated his question.
“Four hundred,” Senna replied.
Gar stared up at the ceiling praying for patience, then glared at Ditz. “So why didn’t you pay her back the four hundred?”
Ditz stubbornly refused to answer, and instead glanced at the girl.
She sighed and faced Gar. “Precisely what I asked. He said he didn’t have the four hundred, but if I married him, he would come into a half million. Since the landlord planned to evict me, I really had no choice but to accept the offer.”


AUTHOR INFO
About Liza O'Connor
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

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Friday, March 15, 2019

Lady Anne Ruined Bk 1 by Liza O'Connor


Lady Anne
Book One
-Ruined-

Blurb
Upon the death of her father, her Guardian, “The Honorable Robert Conrad” married her at sixteen to a vicious beast named Gerard Candor, the Marquis de Coeur. Her ‘husband’ would bring friends with him when he would arrive to provide her the small pittance she was expected to live on.
If she allowed them to use her body, then she would receive her money. If she fought them, she would be brutally beaten and receive no money.
Recognizing her need for help, her friend, Tom, helped her establish a very fine private club at her estate. With the money she received from the club games, she begins to build a fine stable of horses for the gentlemen to ride.
When the Marquis de Coeur dies, Anne celebrates with her gentleman. While she will have less money, she is certain her life will be better now.
She couldn’t be more wrong...


EXCERPT
“I have never seen nor spoken to her. Robert convinced me the travel was too wearisome, so I sent my steward to marry her in proxy. When Girard returned, he said the girl balked at signing the wedding certificate until he agreed, in my name, a promise she could remain in England on her family estate and receive a monthly stipend of four thousand pounds.”
“Four thousand?”
“Given the size of her fortune, it was not unreasonable. I felt uncomfortable at the time with this false marriage, with using this girl just to get myself out of debt. I tried to convince myself she would be happier on her estate and forcing her to come to France would just compound the cruelty of this marriage. I thought such generosity might assuage my guilt.” The Marquis sighed and shook his head. “What a generous man—to give her back a pittance of what I had just taken away.”
“Another man would have done less,” Aaron offered.
“Despite my feelings of guilt, the money was most welcomed by all my creditors. It also enabled me to send you enough to make your business a success. If that were the end of this story, I would not feel good about what I had done, but I doubt it would cast me into hell.”
Aaron frowned. “Did something happen to the girl?”
The Marquis closed his eyes. “I convinced myself she could still have some sort of life, and I would not fault her if she took a lover along the way. After all, I was not a real husband and could offer her no physical comfort.”
“Did you tell her this?”
“Not directly. I was too ashamed to even write the poor girl a letter. Instead, I sent the message with my steward when he hand-delivered her monthly stipend.”
“And how did she respond to this message?”
“With gusto. When Robert first wrote me about the girl, he spoke honestly about her faults. She was, to his mind, overly educated, opinionated, and far too full of energy. He admitted he looked forward to shifting the responsibility of her guardianship to my capable hands.”
“You are digressing, Father. What do you mean she reacted with gusto?”
“I had told her that taking a lover wouldn’t offend me, so she did just that. However, not discreetly as one would wish, and not with singularity as I had naturally assumed.”
“What are you saying?”
“I destroyed the poor girl’s hope of any honorable life of happiness. I am saying I have taken a bright young heiress and made her the lowest of whores.”

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About the Author

Liza O’Connor
Liza loves to write books. In fact, she has over fifty novels now and she still continues to publish a book a month. She writes in a multitude of genres: Romance, Comedy, Historical, Paranormal, Suspense, Sci-Fi, & Western. She even has one Young Adult novel.

Thus, her books have a wide range of heat from mild to adult language and situations, that are determined by what seems realistic for each of her many stories. 

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Monday, March 11, 2019

Daryl Devore Presents: Branwyn's Love




Blurb

Daryl DevorĂ© pens another hot read – the medieval romance -Branwyn’s Love.

The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.

The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.

Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New Dawning.


Excerpt 2 – G rated

“Stand.” He held out his hand. “We are alone.”
“I do not understand, Gon-Dra.” She gripped his hand and let him assist her.
“Call me Malacke. Use my name. Not my birthright.” He busied himself with his horse, loosening the reins and leading the animal to the river. While it drank, he opened a sack and pulled out a wineskin. He removed his knife, cut off a chunk of bread and cheese, then handed them to Branwyn. She accepted it then settled under a willow tree near the creek’s edge.
He sat beside her and ate his meal. Finished with her lunch, she sipped her wine in silence, admiring the sound of the creek and the birds. With quick glances, she studied Malacke. His eyes were the depth of some of the blue flowers in the garden. A faint scar marred his left cheek. His face was shorn of beard, but for the slight stubble of a new day’s growth. His features were pleasing— very pleasing— to her.
“Tell me where you come from? What is your land—your people—like?”
Why did his deep voice make her heart beat faster?
“My land is like Black Dorn but flat and not as beautiful. I have not seen so many rolling hills. Our languages are similar, but we each have words the other does not.”
He lay back and closed his eyes. “Such as?”
“Gon. I believe it to mean king—one who rules all. Gon-Dra has no match in our language. The son of a king is a prince, and the oldest is the heir to the throne.”
He opened his eyes. “Are all the women from your land as beautiful as you?”
Branwyn felt a flush run from her belly to her scalp. “My six cousins were not as…” She looked at the creek. Her voice softened. “Which is why I was sent to be trained.”
Malacke sat up. He moved closer— too close. “Standing beside you, even the most beautiful of cousins would be less so. Your green eyes are like the newly born spring—alive and full of hope. Your lips… there is a flower, a rose I believe, in the garden the same colour. If your lips taste as wondrous as the smell of that flower… may I kiss those lips?”
“You are the gon-dra. You take—”
A frown crossed his forehead. “I do not ask as gon-dra. I ask as Malacke. I wish to be granted the kiss.”
“I am sorry if I have offended you.” She placed her fingers on his forehead and smoothed his creased brow. “A kiss from you would—”
He did not let her finish her sentence. He reached behind her neck and pulled her face to his. His lips parted. She felt his breath, then nothing.
“Have you been kissed before?”
She lowered her eyes. “When I was being… trained, he…”
“Being instructed and being kissed are as different as day is from night. One is about tragor and the other is passion, lust and possibly love.”
She glanced up at the word love.
He pressed his lips on hers and grasped her so close her breasts compressed against his chest. She released him with a gasp. Her gaze did not leave his.
“More?” he whispered.
She pulled his face to her and planted her mouth on his. He opened his lips. She did the same.
Minutes swam by in a blurred state of locked lips. Heat rose within Branwyn. She leaned away. Holding her hand to her chest, Branwyn gasped for air. “This is… I should not be doing this. You are not—”
“Did you like it?”
She nodded.
“Would you like more?”
“Yes.” It was a whisper. “But it is wrong.”
He kissed her cheek, her neck, her throat, then looked into her eyes. “A thing feels best when it is wrong.”

















Thursday, March 7, 2019

Worst Week Ever is going Wide!

In my efforts to go Wide with my books
For the Month of March
2019
My Best Seller, 
Worst Week Ever
 will be FREE

Worst Week Ever
by
Liza O'Connor

Humorous, Contemporary, Disaster Romance


Blurb

What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with an egotistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant (or as his drivers refers to Carrie: 'Trent's brain, left hand, and right hand'). He's had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry this brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he's threatened to fire her, he's not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie Hanson's Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.

(Hilarious to the reader, Carrie is not having much fun this week.)


 Check out the fabulous



BUY LINKS 
Worst Week Ever - FREE!

WORST WEEK EVER
 IS

 Free for the Month of March

Don’t Miss Out!

What Readers have to say:

“A feel good book with great highs and lows and most of all laughs” 5 stars

“I enjoyed the unexpected events & fast paced, tongue in cheek craziness of this story.” 5 stars.

“This over-the-top disaster of a romance had me laughing so hard I couldn't breathe!”

Want to Read More???
There are four more books in the series: 
A Long Road to Love

Excerpt

 Trent’s focus returned to Carrie as he slipped his left arm around the back of the seat while leaning closer, invading the little space she had. Her heart quickened. God, she loved his scent. It made her feel— She shook her head. Get a grip! He’s your boss and he wants to see a Broadway show! “Here’s the review blurbs for each.”
He leaned in even closer, so his chest pressed against her arm. Her face warmed. Between her near death experience and his cologne, her professional demeanor struggled.
You can do this. He’s your boss and that’s all. She breathed in deep, in an attempt to steady her nerves. Unfortunately, she’d fail to account for the effects of a lungful of Trent’s wonderful scent. God, he's intoxicating. She focused on the reviews, needing to distract herself from his cologne. She smiled as she read the comments for Tall and Tiny. It sounded so good. She wished she had the time and money to see it.
Given Trent began reading before her, he should have finished and made his decision by now. She steeled herself and looked up at him. His gaze focused on her instead of the screen.
“Do you want to hold my iPad?” Carrie knew he hated when people treated him like a child.
A faint smile touched his lips. “No, let’s do the last one.”
“Tall and Tiny?”
He shrugged.
She tilted her head. “If you don’t even know the name of the show, why do you want to see it?”
He smiled as if he’d just done something very clever. “Because you do. I could see it in your face.”
Why would what she liked matter? Then a possible explanation came to her. “Do you want me to go with you?”
He gently tugged on a strand of her hair. “Hey, we just went through war together. We both need a laugh.”
His unexpected generosity shocked her. She felt like the egotistical sun had finally noticed inconsequential Pluto still working hard to race around it.



Liza O’Connor
Author Bio:

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She uses all her life experiences to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.



FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT 
LIZA O'CONNOR




Monday, March 4, 2019

Arresting Mason by Amber Daulton







Arresting Mason

Series: Arresting Onyx (book 1)
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: April 30th, 2018
ASIN: B07BHGMQRK
Print ISBN: 978-1-5092-2007-6
Digital ISBN: 978-1-5092-2008-3
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 80k
Heat Rating: 5 Flames






Blurb

Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcĂ©e behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.
Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life.
When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?




Tagline


Their chance encounter resulted in a steamy affair, but will his former gang and a parole officer tear them apart?

 

Excerpt


“Which one is your car?” She glanced around the crowded parking lot. A few streetlights pushed back the darkness and shadows. The restaurant served customers until midnight on the weekends, but no one loitered in the lot, at least from what Mia could see.
“Don’t have one at the moment.” Mason hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans. “I took the bus. It stopped a few blocks from here.”
“Would you like a ride?” She pulled the car keys from her purse. “I feel a little ridiculous we met here tonight. I just wasn’t sure if you were some kind of freak.”
His eyebrow lifted, and he closed the distance between them as a tiger would zero in on its mate. A sexy, masculine smile curled his lips. “Have you made up your mind yet?”
“I’ll let you know in the morning.” Desire trickled down her spine. Mia nodded toward the passenger side of the car for him to hop in.
He confiscated her keys instead to unlock and open the driver’s side door for her like a gentleman. Then he leaned closer and nuzzled her temple with his nose.
Not sure if he planned to seduce her in the parking lot or if he merely wanted to tease her, Mia pressed her hand to his chest and tried to think straight. “You’re the first guy I’ve gone on a date with since my divorce. I haven’t slept with anyone since Evan.”
He tunneled his fingers through her wavy, chestnut-brown hair. “I haven’t dated anyone in a long time either. We’ll take it slow or fast, whatever you want, but I promise you one thing. After I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that bastard’s name.”
Oh, God. She almost melted right then and there. “Fast. I want you, Mason.”
“Take me to your place and you can have me.”





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About the Author

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.
Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Feel free to visit her at http://www.amberdaultonauthor.blogspot.com.

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