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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

The Lights Went Out and Other Stories by Fiona Cooke Hogan



Genre: Short Stories, Mixed Genres
Release Date: October 8th, 2015
The Lights Went out And Other Stories is a quirky collection of flash fiction,
short and longer stories. With themes ranging from romantic to dark fairy tales,
humour to horror there something for every reader. At times humorous, eerie
and poignant; a mother burdened by financial troubles shares her problem with
a stranger, a young couples' journey to the airport takes a strange turn, a
wedding anniversary in Dingle goes from bad to worse, a small dog is forced to
change his ways and a vampire hiding out in suburbia just wants to be left alone.
“Quite Beautiful, Almost Poetic in its forms” Amazon Reviewer.
“Brilliant, Hilarious and Scary” Amazon Reviewer.
Awarded Chill with a Book Reader’s Award, April 2017.
Excerpt from Darkling, The Lights Went Out and Other Stories.
“Unable to take her eyes off the stranger, Emmeline moved from tree to tree
until he seemed close enough to touch until finally as if in a dream, she stepped
out from behind the cover of the trees to face him, a bird released from a trap
with no choice but to fly towards danger.
The walker between the trees turned on his heel sensing her, he moved towards
the slight figure of the girl in the grey cloak whose wide eyes shone at his
approach. The stitching on his waistcoat glinted in the moons light as he neared.
Her eyes were drawn to a face of contradictions; ancient yet youthful.
His skin was white as the light that the moon poured down.
White as bone bleached in the sun.
Pale as the ice in the village pond in midwinter.
Pale and cold as death.”  



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Fiona Cooke Hogan is a writer, blogger and editor living in beautiful rural
Ireland. She has published four books on Amazon – The Lights Went Out and
Other Stories, and What Happened in Dingle under the name Fiona Cooke Hogan
and Death Comes Calling and The Nightmare under her horror name – F.B.
Hogan. She is a Tolkien obsessive, zombie enthusiast and Diana Gabaldon addict.
She refuses to be tied to any particular genre.
Her latest novel – Martha’s Cottage is currently with the publisher and she is
writing its sequel, and half-way through another novel - a psychological thriller.
She hopes to publish another collection of horror stories in time for Halloween
2018.




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The Guardians The Tempest Isle Series Book 1 by S.C. Storm and Rena Marin


The
Guardians
The
Tempest Isle Series Book 1
by
S.C. Storm and Rena Marin


Genre:
YA Fantasy

Hidden
in the beauty of a cluster of islands, unbeknownst to humans, a
supernatural war rages. The Guardians, protectors of the Nexxus and
the Goddess Selena, fight daily to ensure the survival of all races.
Hidden agendas, supernatural politics, and sins of the past threaten
to endanger the very world they all strive to protect. Led by two
families who must embrace their destinies, the Guardians of Tempest
must now step up to lead their races to victory.




 Excerpt:

“I wish I could stay with you always, my dear. I do,” Arthur told her, dropping
his head. “One thing I must do, however, is explain some things to you. I have
never told you the history of our race. You know what the guardians are, and that
the Ascension is held, but I think it is time you knew what it stands for, why it
happens.”
“I have wanted to know since I found out what I was. Living in the human
world for so long kept me in the dark about so much.” She smiled, remembering
her life with her parents.
Catching her thoughts, Arthur smiled. “It is time you knew,” he told her as he
began. “The supernatural came into existence ages ago. Goddess Selena created
the first supernatural being before humans ever walked the earth. Even today,
only she knows what all her creations are. Our race, however, is no mystery.
Seeing the creation of humans, the goddess immediately wanted to mold them
into something of her own. Thus, the first vampire was created. Knowing how
the humans fought to find enough food to keep them alive, the goddess chose to
make the humans a source for us. Human blood keeps us alive. However, the
blood of a supernatural, the goddess’s creations, also makes us thrive. She
wanted us to flourish with or without the humans, simply because she had no
idea if they would survive or not.” He smiled as he looked down at his
granddaughter. “The same was true for the werewolves. Her love of nature, the
wolf, led her to combining a majestic wolf and a human. Once she saw how
strong, vibrant, loyal—perfect as she saw it—her creations were, she decided to
take twelve from each race and make them her own personal protectors. They
would take from her essence, her blood, and become stronger, pure. Thus, the
guardians were born. For ages it went on, those same chosen ones protecting her
from any harm as she lived her life with her love, the god, Silas.
“Silas could never understand Selena’s love of her supernatural creatures.
Often, she called them to her, wishing to hear of their days, their loves, their
dreams. As it often happens, Silas’s jealousy overtook him. He began lashing out
at Selena by killing off the things she loved most. This is how the Nexxus was
created. The goddess made it, using all her powers, to be the ever after of her
beloved beings as well as the resting place of her guardians. Using her powers
left her defenseless against her lover. Heartbroken by his actions, Selena called
upon the Ultimate Creator to help her. Hearing her pleas, Silas was banished to a
dark void known as the Exodus, the home of darkness.”
“What happened to Selena?” Mileena asked.
By the look on her face, Arthur could see she was completely taken by the
story. “Powerless, she said good-bye to her creations and entered the Nexxus
herself. She dwells there, and the power of the races she created is the only thing
keeping her in existence.” He finished with a shake of his head.
“And what does this have to do with what’s happening to you?” she asked,
looking at Sebastian, who dropped his head. “I know you told me we needed a
pure-blooded guardian to ascend, but why?”
“The Ascension, the rising of the guardians, is an important event. It gives the
goddess the power she needs. Our races thrive. The goddess gains strength from
each guardian who ascends, however, the Ascension of a purebred guardian is
needed to keep the balance of each race. Without it, a race starts to weaken and
die. Unfortunately, it has been quite a while since such a guardian has ascended
from the vampire race. This has weakened us. As an elder vampire, it has
weakened me quite a bit. Without a proper Ascension, I will die and enter the
Nexxus.”
Seeing the fear cross Mileena’s face, Sebastian got to his feet. “The Atherton
family is the last pure-blooded guardian family we know still survives. As
Arthur said, there could be others who have gone into hiding. They could also be
dead. We have no idea. The council stopped keeping track of the guardians long
ago. The Athertons have not attended an Ascension in hundreds of years. They
want nothing to do with it,” he said, looking at Arthur. The sight of the man sent
chills down his spine. A mere month earlier, the man had been as young-looking
as himself.


Rena
Marin
is a fantasy/paranormal/horror author as well as reviewer. In 2017,
she and her co-author S.C. Storm introduced the world to The Tempest
Isle Series, with "The Guardians," which was published by
Zombie Cupcake Press. At the end of 2017, she and her co-author also
penned the short, "My Sister's Keeper," which was featured
in the Zombie Cupcake Press Anthology, Madame Scarlet's Carnival. 



A
writer of fantasy/paranormal/horror, Rena finds herself a lover of
the written word and hoping to branch out to multiple genres.

Rena
is happily married to her soul mate, Daniel. The two of them reside
in the beautiful mountain town of Newport, Tn. with their two
children Cody and Amber.






S.C.
Storm was
born in Austin, Texas. She wrote poems as a hobby when she was in
school but motherhood took over and she stopped. Many years later,
she met her bestie Rena Marin online. After some time, Tempest was
born.

Married
to the love of her life, Willie, for 28 years, between them, they
have six children  and ten grandchildren.
Recently widowed, she lives in Kyle, Texas spending her
time helping their youngest daughter continue her dads business,
taking care of her youngest son and her four cats, babysitting
grandkids and writing.







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Secrets in the Shadows Blog Tour



Immerse yourself in the dark side of the supernatural world with this collection of paranormal short stories dedicated to the shapeshifting creatures we love. Experience the majesty and fury of a fire breathing dragon, stalk the city streets at midnight with panthers, or run wild with magic under the full moon with werewolves.

SECRETS IN THE SHADOWS, the first action-packed anthology in the Summer of Supernaturals series featuring fur, claws, and fangs from eight of today’s best urban fantasy and paranormal romance authors.

Featured Authors: Brandy Dorsch, Jena Gregoire, Gina Wynn, Kat Parrish, Liz Gavin, Nicole Zoltack, & Victoria DeLuis.





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To celebrate the SUMMER OF SUPERNATURALS anthology series,
we’re giving away a $50 Amazon gift card to four lucky winners!



GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open internationally. Four winners will each receive a $50 Amazon gift card. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of PTPR and Paranormal & Urban Fantasy Book Bargains.  Giveaway ends 8/31/2018 @ 11:59pm EST. Pure Textuality PR will send the prizes to the winner via email. Limit one entry per reader.  Duplicates will be deleted.  CLICK HERE TO ENTER!



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At Shutter Speed by Rebecca Burrell blitz


At Shutter Speed
Rebecca Burrell
Publication date: May 1st 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary
In the click of a shutter, #Resistance becomes more than just a hashtag.
Pass the bar exam. Convince someone—anyone—in the Egyptian government to admit they’ve imprisoned your husband. Don’t lose your mind. For fledgling human rights attorney Leah Cahill, the past six months have been a trial by fire, ever since Matty, a respected but troubled war photojournalist, disappeared during a crackdown in Cairo.
Leah, the daughter of a civil rights icon, grew up wanting to change the world; Matty was the one who showed her she could. Though frustrated by the US government’s new fondness for dictators, she persists, until a leaked email reveals a crumbling democracy far closer to home.
Risking her own freedom, she gains proof Matty’s being detained at a U.S. ‘black site’, stemming from his work covering the refugee crisis in Syria. Armed with his photo archives, Leah plunges into their past together, a love story spanning three continents. She uncovers secrets involving Matty’s missionary childhood, her own refugee caseload, and the only story the deeply principled reporter ever agreed to bury. It’s what got him captured—and what might still get him killed. With Leah’s last chance to save him slipping away, Matty’s biggest secret may be one he’s willing to die to protect.
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EXCERPT:

As far as the world is concerned, Matty is one of hundreds missing in the crackdown. Amnesty classifies him as a prisoner of conscience, but between shooting, imprisoning, and brutalizing every journalist and dissident they can get their hands on, Egypt denies they have him. Reporters Without Borders says ‘Missing, whereabouts and welfare unknown’. The network that sent him to Cairo washed their hands of the whole thing as soon as the first ransom demand came in. ‘Due to Mr. Cahill’s status as a freelance journalist, we regret that we are unable to provide further assistance. Mr. Cahill was advised of the need to provide his own kidnap insurance’. Most of our friends think he’s dead, which isn’t a possibility I’m willing to consider. At least not out loud. But in the lonely, small hours of the night, sometimes I wake up talking to his ghost.

To hear people talk, I’ve gone off the deep end. ‘He’s obviously dead, she’s in denial. She’s better off without him anyway.’ ‘His own fault, going those places.’ Social media? Forget it. Turns out, posting an appeal for a captured journalist is a surprisingly effective way to generate rape threats.
The fact is, the ‘kidnap insurance’ Matty was supposed to buy cost more than the assignment paid. He covered the Syrian Civil War in Russian surplus body armor he bought on Craigslist. We both knew the risks. But not getting Matty back means accepting a world where journalism is expendable. Even the truth itself. If fighting that makes me crazy, then so be it.
I found this tiny apartment after he disappeared, a one-bedroom off Columbus Circle. A bay window overlooks the street, floor to ceiling bookcases in the hall, filled with framed photos and books, plus dozens of sandpipers Matty had carved out of driftwood while we were shacked up with my parents. He’d spend hours watching them dart along the shore, lost in his thoughts.
Oops, like me. Late for work.
I’m wearing his favorite T-shirt, which doesn’t smell like him anymore, but I pretend it does. I slip it off, then throw on a navy skirt suit—the universal female junior associate attire. It’s my suit of armor, defense against the whispers that I only have a job because of my dad, but it can’t stop me from feeling like a fraud on the inside. Silly old Leah can’t even get the Egyptian Government to answer her inquiries anymore.
After grabbing a pair of heels, I run out the door. Though I know Matty would yell at me for doing it, I leave it unlocked. I always do. Just in case.
The days after he vanished are a blurred nightmare, stumbling through fields of bodies in the makeshift morgues, until my visa got revoked and the State Department threw me on a plane home. The first thing I did was call the firm to let them know I couldn’t take the job. Not with Matty’s trail growing colder by the second. One of the founders, Julie Coventry, who’d clerked for my dad back in the day, picked my ass off the floor and drove me to the bar herself. ‘Pull it together. You’ll need your license. You’ll need our resources. You’ll need advice. This is not the time to go it alone.’
Junior associates at God & Coventry—nicknamed for either the other founder’s legal reputation or the fact he’s approximately six thousand years old—carry between fifteen and twenty cases. Including Matty, I have thirty-two. It’s partly because immigration attorneys who speak passable Arabic are few and far between, partly because the administration hasn’t met an immigrant it doesn’t want to deport, and partly because I begged for the extra work. If I stop moving, I’ll drown.
What it means on this particular day is that I have to be at the courthouse by eight a.m. to ambush a judge who makes a game of hiding from lawyers who need his signature, because if I’m not, one of my thirty-two clients will be deported to his home country and killed. I have to be at the firm by nine a.m. to meet with Julie for my thrice-delayed performance review, which is about to get delayed a fourth time because I have to go and prostrate myself in front of Senator Nance to get Immigration to stop sitting on a different asylum petition that’s about to expire. Which would undoubtedly go better if I hadn’t lost it with him last week over a ‘sanctuary city’ defunding provision he caved on, because apparently, refugees are only worth saving if they’re victims or saints instead of ordinary, flawed people like the rest of us. Basically? It’s going to be a fun morning.
Brushing raindrops from my hair, I sprint up the courthouse steps, after spotting Judge Lawrence Q. Underwood skulking behind the Civil War monument by the south entrance. It’s judiciary-only, which means I have to use the western entrance, take my chances with the pervy security guard because his line is invariably shorter, and then catch Underwood before he reaches his office, because the lawyer-hating architect who designed the courthouse thought it would be great to have separate corridors for judges, juries, defendants and attorneys, so none of us ever have to talk to each other. Except when we do. Which Underwood finds hilarious.
Panting, I catch the old coot as he ducks into the sixth-floor men’s room. With peaked grey eyebrows, bowed legs and an overstuffed belly, he’s a chimera of a horned owl and a basset hound. He waves his copy of the Post. “Nature calls, Counselor. You’ll have to wait.”
I debate following him, but rumor has it the last attorney who did found his client on a plane to Uganda an hour later. “Your honor, it won’t take a minute,” I say, pushing the door a crack. “I just need a signature.”
All I get is a fart and a whistle. To the tune of the United Airlines theme song.
“I’ll be outside, your honor.”






Author Bio:
In her own fictional world, Rebecca Burrell is a secret Vatican spy, a flight nurse swooping over the frozen battlefields of Korea, or a journalist en-route to cover the latest world crisis. In real life, she's a scientist in the medical field. She lives in Massachusetts with her family, two seriously weird cats, and a dog who's convinced they're taunting him.




Guest Post with Rebecca Burrell  
The Space Between: Plotting and Pantsing
Religion versus Science. Cat Person versus Dog Person. Red Sox versus Yankees. In the storied canon of intractable debates, few things generate as much passion amongst authors as the choice between plotter and pantster. Sides are chosen, the trenches are dug. But is there a middle ground?
A pantster might find the idea of having to write a synopsis or outline like a stranglehold on their creativity. For a plotter, the idea of working without a net may feel disorganized or even paralyzing. For me personally, there are aspects of both approaches that I struggle with. When I do outline, it tends to turn into this enormous, detailed document describing key scenes or even exchanges of dialogue between characters. But then, as the saying goes, no battle plan survives contact with the enemy. As soon as I start writing, the characters take the wheel and nothing goes as I expect. My ten page outline derails somewhere around the third paragraph, or my word count is clearly going to be three times too long, and oops, it’s back to the drawing board. Or the 80k words I was allotted start looking like they’re going to be 120k. On the other hand, if at that point I ditch it and just let fly, I usually end up stuck and flailing, not knowing where the story goes next.

For me, the solution turns out to be blending the two approaches. (Plotsing?) Rather than a detailed outline, I flesh out a set of three broad-stroke turning points, along with an inciting incident. Usually I sketch out the ending as well, but sometimes I can’t see it when I’m starting out. Each turning point represents an escalation of the tension in the story, and each must make it more difficult (preferably impossible) for the character to turn back. Each one takes the form ‘What is my character’s problem, how does she try to solve it, and what are the consequences of that attempt?’ I find that doing it this way allows me to retain the magic of discovering how the character reacts to a particular situation while still ensuring that the story is driving somewhere at a pace that’s appropriate for the story. If you’ve written yourself into the corner and can’t get out, or if your outline has become a tombstone, take a step towards the middle and try it out!
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Scarlet by Jen Geigle Johnson


Scarlet by Jen Geigle Johnson

The roads in and out of Paris are heavily guarded, but the dead have easy passage out of the city. A ragged old woman transports the coffins of the most recent victims of the guillotine and is waved on unimpeded. Later, the same crone watches five French aristocrats step out of their coffins unscathed. Not beheaded but spirited away to safety by that most elusive of spies: the Pimpernel. Or, as she’s known in polite society, Lady Scarlet Cavendish.

When not assuming her secret identity as a hero of the French Revolution, Scarlet presents herself as a fashionable, featherbrained young widow flitting about London. In truth, this façade is merely a diversion designed to conceal her clandestine work in France. Among members of the doomed French aristocracy, the Pimpernel is renowned for her bravery and cunning. But when tasked with rescuing handsome Comte Matteo Durand, she faces an unprecedented challenge: she is falling in love with the man. If ever there were a time to keep her head, it is now— because in a world brimming with intrigue, she is not the only one harboring secrets. And if Scarlet doesn’t take care, Madame la Guillotine may finally catch up with the Pimpernel.


Praise
“Jen handled her adaptation beautifully, she makes the history of this tumultuous era come alive. Those familiar with The fictional world of The Pimpernel will appreciate her salute to the original and lovers of history will applaud how she makes the French Revolution personal, and intimate.

“She has a beautiful grasp on our innate desire for freedom and infuses that into her story. The plot is heart rending and suspenseful. The romance is toe tingling and the characters are so realistic, for the first time in my life, I felt emotionally connected to Marie Antoinette. With a strong female character you can root for this is one of my new favorite Pimpernel adaptations.”


Excerpt

“I think you look handsome.”
“Well, that is something, but coming from a woman in your current attire, I hesitate to lay much weight to your approval.” His eyebrow quirked as his gaze searched her from toe to headdress. A chuckle escaped. “What can you mean by dressing us in such a manner?”

His incredulity gave her pause to question. She had pushed the ridiculous to its upper limits, hoping their decoy would further dispel any possible suspicion of her involvement in serious rescue attempts from France. And by involving Matteo, perhaps convince a few suspicious minds of his new allegiance to wealth, pleasure, and fashion. “I have a reputation to uphold, my dear.”

“Am I to now share in your love of fashion extremes?” He gestured to the embroidery on his sleeves.

“For France, darling. If we appear thus, we set ourselves as the supreme leaders in fashion. And besides the prince himself, everyone will turn to us.” All true, naturally, but an equally important great disguise and sleight of hand were at play as well.

“And you feel that men of substance, men I would care to influence, will have any respect for me at all? I am wearing purple breeches. Could I not simply wear my usual tan or black?”



Author Jen Geigle Johnson

Jen Geigle Johnson once greeted an ancient turtle under the water by grabbing her fin. Other vital things to know: the sound a water-ski makes on glassy water and how to fall down steep moguls with grace. No mountain is too steep for her to climb, yet. During a study break date in college, she sat on top of a jeep’s roll bars up in the mountains and fell in love. She discovered her passion for England while kayaking on the Thames near London as a young teenager.

Now an award-winning author and mother of six, she loves to share bits of history that might otherwise be forgotten. Whether in Regency England, the French Revolution, or Colonial America, her romance novels are much like life is supposed to be: full of adventure. She is a member of the RWA, the SCBWI, and LDStorymakers. She is also the chair of the Lonestar.Ink writing conference.





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Virtual Book Tour Out of Hiding by John Feldman



Out of Hiding
by John Feldman
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GENRE: Mystery/Thriller/Suspense
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BLURB:
Charles Dampor was supposed to be a blessing, but instead turned out to be a curse. A family torn by
deception and greed now saw Emily for what she was, and a co-worker with a vicious past of his own
now has his own personal vendetta against her. If Emily doesn't open her eyes and see the doors
she's unlocked, she'll find herself at the bottom of Lake Bermin...with Charles's ex-wife.
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Excerpt Two:
My eye is now on the bottom half, literally. The bottle is held up to my face, eye level. I can see the
amount of liquid sitting in there, yet to be touched. Soon to be ingested, digested, then disposed of.
That remaining fluid seems to have the possibility for a story in there. Each ounce contains a few
words. That story could be the malicious murder of Emily Geiser. It could be. But it could also be the
twist in the story I have yet to write. A twist I do not want. A twist leading to a happy ending. Emily and
Charles live happily ever after, skipping off into the sunset. Maybe she gets a promotion, becomes his
secondhand man. They cut out the money-hungry daughter Carla for good and enjoy their own life.
And me? I finally get punished for the murders of Veronica, my wife and her whore friend Sam, and
their boy toy. The possibility of me turning myself in could even be lying within the contents of this
bottle, but that’s doubtful. The words that write that ending are in a second bottle, sitting somewhere
on a liquor store shelf nearby. But I won’t go there. I haven’t had the urge for a Bottle Number Two in
quite some time.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
John Feldman was born and raised in southern New Jersey, but has since moved to Florida at the
request (demand) of his beautiful wife. He has written several short stories and novels, including his
newest release, OUT OF HIDING. He writes a lot, thinks a lot more, and is currently wondering why
he’s writing this in the third person.


For more information, visit www.johnfeldman.com, or email him directly at askjohn@johnfeldman.com.


Twitter: @johnfeldman_
Interview with John Feldman
1. Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
Oh, the characters always hijack the story. (How dare they!) Whenever I set out to begin a new story, I usually have the general idea of which direction I’m going. But then the writing begins, and everything is up to them. The actions of the characters can even stray so far from the original idea that new characters are created.
Writing sure is fun.

2. Convince us why you feel your book is a must-read.
Have you ever read a book with an ending you had no idea was coming? And have you tried to guess the ending the entire time you were reading? Of course you did; we all do. But if you guess this ending, then you’ve somehow pried your way into my brain and that’s intellectual theft.

3. Have you written and other books that are not published?
I’m always writing. Whether it’s short stories or novels, I love to write. So I have a lot that I’ve written that has yet to be published. Just waiting for that one great opportunity to take my work to the next level—sales-wise, that is.

4. Pen or typewriter or computer?
My laptop is my life. I find myself on planes a lot for my day job and laugh at the idea of “leaving all belongings behind” in the event of an emergency. Uh-uh. Not me. My laptop is coming with me. Even if we land in the middle of the ocean, I’ll tread water with my laptop raised above my head.
That being said, I do like a notepad and a pen sometimes, just to give my eyes a rest from the screen.

5. Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?

I’d like to say to anyone who has ever read any of my work, or has even considered doing so, that I appreciate it. I love to write, and even if no one ever read my writing I’d continue to do it. But the thought of building a readership is what drives me to work so hard. So thank you, to everyone who takes the chance to read my work.

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION
John Feldman will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter
during the tour.



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