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Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Cursed Born of the Blood Book 1 by Skylar Mckinzie


Cursed
Born
of the Blood Book 1
by
Skylar Mckinzie


Genre:
YA Paranormal Fantasy

Skye,
Stormy, and Savannah Davidson are no different from the other
residents of Discovery, Massachusetts, or so they think. As their
25th birthday approaches, the town begins to treat them with wariness
and suspicion. Skye begins to believe the triplets are special. Can
they solve the puzzle of their past to save the town from the evil
forces that affect their future?




Excerpt:


Prologue

1692: Discovery, Massachusetts

The growl from the other side of the door had spurred Faith into action like
nothing else could. It wouldn’t be long before they came for her, because of what
they thought she was. Granny had warned her about going out during the hunt,
but she simply wanted to, no, had to see him one more time. She knew it was a
risk. She knew the magistrate watched her and her family, searching for any
excuse to accuse them of witchcraft. She reached down to stroke the agitated
wolf at her feet. Faith knew she should send him running into the darkness but
was unable to bring herself to part with him before she had to. “Shh, Wolfe.” She
rubbed his soft fur to quiet him.
Maybe Wolfe reacted to the growl from the dogs outside, or perhaps, he
innately knew the mob was coming for her. Whatever the cause, his reaction
galvanized her, and she tore the house apart, looking for a place to hide the book
that would condemn her and her sisters. Wolfe padded behind her, growling
occasionally, as if to remind her the men grew closer. Faith turned to see her
sisters, Chasity and Hope, standing in the doorway.
“Did I not tell you to run?” Faith quickly gathered some potions, vials, and
other essentials they would need, putting them hastily into a bag. With their
flowing black hair and blue eyes, they appeared identical to Faith, another mark
against them as far as the town was concerned. Three babies, born at once, all
resembling the same person, had to be witchcraft, didn’t it?
“Run!” Faith tossed the bags at the young women. She knew she caused the
hunters to come for them. If only she hadn’t gone to see him, if she had simply
listened to her granny. She darted after her sisters and Wolfe, out the back door
of the huge house, understanding she would never darken its doors again.
Fleeing through the woods behind her former home, Faith heard the rapid
breathing of her sisters running beside her, and the padded footsteps of Wolfe as
he led them to where their only salvations lie. Their lovers waited to spirit them
away from this place, away from the ignorance consuming this town. The six of
them would leave to a new land and begin again, somewhere they weren’t feared
and wouldn’t be put to death for being different.
Faith sighed with relief when she saw horses ahead. “We’ve made it. It will all
be okay now,” she whispered, turning to her sisters as she stopped to pat the top
of Wolfe’s head. She looked up in shock as the magistrate came out of the
darkness.
“Did you really think we would let three witches descend on the world outside
of Salem? There’s no telling what kind of disaster that would cause,” the
magistrate said, his razor-sharp eyes full of hatred.
Faith watched in dismay as her sisters were grabbed. She tried to go to them,
but was stopped as hands gripped her arms from behind. To no avail, Faith
struggled to let herself free.
“But, how…” Tears filled her eyes when they stepped out of the shadows.
“You! You betrayed us,” she murmured, tears falling as she was led to one of the
three stakes erected. She had failed to see them when they’d burst into the
clearing.
The wide-eyed terror on the faces of the sisters she swore to protect prompted
Faith to reveal their true nature. Flames licking toward their feet, the smell of
burning material in her nose, she started to chant, her sisters’ voices soon adding
to the incantation.
As the fire rose to meet their feet, their voices grew louder and Faith saw the
townspeople fidget as their nerves got the better of them. She looked directly at
the family who betrayed them, the family she, no they put their entire trust in.
The birthmark on her shoulder stung, and the rain fell.


Skylar
McKinzie
lives in the small town of Screven, Ga. When she’s not writing,
she’s cooking, baking, reading, and spending time with her family.
She also loves long walks and sitting by the bonfire in October,
which is her favorite month of the year.



She
writes horror and paranormal romance. She is working on her next
novel due to be released by the end of the year.






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Eternal Victim by Dexter Morgenstern


Eternal
Victim
by
Dexter Morgenstern

Genre:
Paranormal Horror

From
the author of "The Slender Man" comes a fast-paced,
terrifying tale, filled with gruesome murderers, ghostly
abominations, and a dark puzzle that connects them all to the
Witness.



Follow
the Witness as she travels through a perpetual series of nightmares,
haunted by a mixture of pernicious serial killers and their
imprisoned, undead victims, known as preta. As she wanders through
time and memories shared by the killers and their victims, she fights
to solve the puzzle of their connection to each other and to herself.
Her only hope of salvation lies in connecting key victims to the
souls who can rescue them, thus waking her from the nightmare, but
one killer follows the next, bringing forth a new set of victims, a
new score of preta, and immediately landing her in a new terror.






 Excerpt:

I gasp, pulling my head out of a metal tub, and slip down the side, landing in a heap on the dirty floor. I cough, spit-ting up the fetid water I’ve swallowed, then gasp again, finally heaving some stale oxygen into my lungs.
What nightmare is this? I rub the water from the eyes, shivering beneath the icy droplets and frosty air. I just drowned… in someone else’s body. I stay like that for several minutes, staring at the rusted tub and trying to force myself to comprehend what just happened. How am I alive? Am I even alive? I finally turn over to see another sink across from me, a mirror looming above it.
I let out an exasperated breath that seems to fog up the entire room before managing to pull myself upright. I stand and hobble over to the sink. In the mirror, there is still no reflection. I look back at the bathroom doorway. The door itself seems to have fallen apart, and a dark passageway stretches into black.
I look back into the mirror. For a moment there is nothing; and then I fall, that silhouette appearing once more.
This time, it doesn’t send the world spinning. I crawl back, all the way to the wall, clutching a hand to my mouth, though there is no voice, no scream to suppress.
A head emerges from the mirror, then shoulders. Two pallid hands reach out and grab the sink. I close my eyes, hoping the monster will go away, but when I open them, it—she—stands directly over me. I flinch again, but when I look back, nothing but a hand is offered.
“Come with me,” she softly instructs.
Hesitantly, I take the hand. As she pulls me to my feet, the light in the room flickers back on, illuminating us both. Before me is a brown-skinned, black-haired young woman.
Like Ada, Christiana, and me, the bruises and scars along her skin tell the tale of what I can only assume was a brutal and bloody murder. The dimness in her once-brown eyes betrays no emotion.
“You don’t have a lot left in you. You have to move,” she says.
I take a few breaths, trying initially to respond, but she shakes her head. She knows I am without a voice. I look toward the doorway and then back to her. She nods.
“You don’t have time to wait here and panic. The killer gets closer with every breath. The closer it is to finding you, the more the balance is in its favor.”
She flickers, her widening eyes finally betraying the fear within her.
“You can’t let him hurt you again. Not here, not when the balance is this close to darkness,” she explains. “Witness and learn, and the balance will return to you. Then you can escape.”
The balance? Witness? What?


Dexter
is a Southern-born Seattle author and model. Homeschooled after a
diagnosis of mild Asperger’s, he learned to play to his strengths
as an energetic, creative artist. He began writing at the age of
fifteen, and published his first novel two years later. Outside of
art, Dexter spends his time gaming, studying, and socializing with
other ambitious minds. As an army brat, he attained a pragmatic sense
of discipline that he uses to balance his artistic endeavors with his
academic ones. Dexter’s ultimate goal is to contribute to the
subjugation of humanity by artificial intelligence.




Interview with Dexter Morgenstern
A few things about you:

Yeah, so I’m an army brat from the South. Lived there for quite a bit, and then I had the pleasure of living in South Korea, which broadened my horizons. I live in Seattle now, though I’d say Colorado was probably my favorite home. Right now, I’m working on two business degrees: one for business administration and one for marketing. I know a lot of authors/creative writers go for English or something along those lines, but I think business and especially marketing is more conducive to my future success. It works with a lot more than just writing, and I work as a manager and bartender at a restaurant for my day job, meaning once I graduate, I can put all of those skills to use. Beyond writing, working, and school, I’m also a huge music lover. I play the bass, do a bit of kickboxing, and when I scrap together the free time, I like to run a triathlon or two in the summers. I spent a lot of my life playing video games, and still try to get into them every now and then, but… only 24 hours in the day.

What inspired the book?

This book was a small side project I did while working on my upcoming fantasy novel. When I handed that one off to the beta-team, I worked on this one in the meantime. I wrote The Slender Man five years ago, which I marketed towards young adults, so it had to be PG-13. Kids liked it, but I mean… was it really horror? With this book… well I went all out. It takes a lot to shake me; all that Silent Hill and Resident Evil growing up really warped my brain, I guess, and for me, books have never been scary. My favorite book, Alhazred, which my dad gave me to read when I was 13, had invisible, man-eating, man-sized, ghouls, that… were invisible and they ate people, and that’s just one of the first horrors in that book. I enjoyed it. I used to have frequent sleep paralysis nightmares, but I got so used to them, that even those stopped scaring me. So… well I went for something that even made me cringe at certain parts. Though, I wanted a compelling, puzzling story on top of it. One of my problems with a lot of horror movies is that so many of them are about the violence and not the plot. Why not both? This book’s current reviews highlight its gratuitous violence along with the gamer-centric puzzle, so… well now ya know where it all comes from. It’s also super short because… 2018 attention spans, and what not.

Why did you start writing?

So like I said, I’ve been writing for a few years. I don’t really have a passion for literature or even English, though I enjoy reading. I like storytelling. I like twists. I like immersing myself in other worlds. Some people go for the Great American Novel, but I just want to tell stories. When I was 9, I was diagnosed with mild Asperger’s, which explained a lot of my eccentricities. My parents homeschooled me and worked on me for years, so now I’ve come to embrace my differences, and one of the perks is I never really have to deal with things like writer’s block. People with Asperger’s tend to get laser-focused on certain things. I put that energy towards writing. I’ll sometimes sit for nine hours at my work after clocking out (it’s a restaurant with lots of coffee) and just write, or edit, or do schoolwork. It’s almost like a binge, really.

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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Avenged by a Highland Laird by Sky Purington



Avenged by a Highland Laird
The MacLomain Series
A New Beginning Book 4
Sky Purington       

Genre:  Time Travel Fantasy Romance

Date of Publication:  May 21st, 2018

ASIN: B079Y36LYH

Number of pages:  265
Word Count:  86,000

Cover Artist:  Tara West

Book Description:

Laird Bryce MacLeod will do anything to see Scotland’s history saved. Even if it means chasing down Jessie, a twenty-first century lass who might very well be his enemy. What he discovers when he catches her, however, is someone with deep, dark secrets and unanticipated intentions. Hidden truths so remarkable a whirlwind adventure through time begins.  

First, they find themselves in league with Angus Óg MacDomhnaill, Lord of the Isles, a noble Scottish captain rumored in some circles to be a pirate. Danger and intrigue abound as they help the Scots capture three English supply ships and deliver their cargo to the Scottish army. As they do and more mysteries are unveiled, attraction ignites and roars to life.   

Caught in the throes of newfound passion, they finally join King Robert the Bruce and face off with the English once more at the Battle of Byland Moor. Yet there’s another enemy as well. An evil whose sole purpose is meant to test their hearts in a way neither saw coming. An enemy determined to rip Jessie away from Bryce forever. Will the power of love be strong enough in the end? Or will the curse that threatens Scotland be too much to overcome?

Find out in Avenged by a Highland Laird, the epic conclusion of The MacLomain Series: A New Beginning.

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Excerpt

She didn’t miss
the flash of disappointment in his eyes before he managed a small nod and held
out his hand. “Aye then, lass, step around me.”
Jessie clenched
her teeth, disappointed that the small bridge they had built was so swiftly
knocked down. That he was so quick to dislike her again. But that wasn’t to be
worried about right now.
Well aware time
was running out, she carefully turned, so she was facing the wall, took his
hand, and began moving. Step by step, she made her way along the ledge to the
point where they would have to share a space.
She met his pale
golden eyes and tried to ignore the flustered way they made her feel. “Are you
ready for me to pass?”
“I am,” he lied.
She could tell
by his guarded expression he was nowhere near ready. Not because he was a
coward but because he was aware of his effect on her. More so, how much he
liked it. His wariness had nothing to do with plummeting to their death but
allowing her close enough that she could pass. Feeling the heat of her skin.
So a bridge
might have been knocked down, but something else was taking its place. She
worked to steady her breathing at the quickly escalating attraction between
them. Now was most certainly not the time.
Yet she had
known this would likely happen, didn’t she? That it would be unavoidable. At
least for her. How else could it be considering the secrets she still kept?
Secrets she was foolish enough to have thought she could keep from him for his
own safety. But then she had very little real-life practice when it came to
attraction. Especially the sort she felt being so close to Bryce. He was the
real thing and far more then she anticipated.
However, now
definitely wasn’t the time for a chat about deep dark secrets that would only
upset him further.
They needed to
keep moving.
Though tempted
to close her eyes so she didn’t drown in those piercing golden orbs of his
again, she kept them open and made her move. With her hand braced on the left
side of his waist, she began moving along the front of him. She was halfway
across and directly in front of him when he touched the side of her waist,
lowered his lips close to her ear and whispered, “Dinnae move, lass.”
His words
floated through her mind. “There is a stranger standing across the way.”
“I feel him,”
she responded as her eyes rose to his. “He doesn’t see us yet.”
Though she
thought it was her breath that caught when they’re eyes met, it might have been
his. Alarmed by the impact of being this close, she nearly teetered back, but
his arm slipped around and pulled her even closer.
Unable to
breathe at all now, she didn’t look away. She couldn’t if she wanted to. “Let
me go, and I’ll hide us without him knowing.”
Unmistakable
heat gathered in his eyes. Heat and desire he warred to contain, but she saw
it…then she felt it as his arm tightened. The pale gold flecks in his thickly
lashed eyes only grew brighter with curiosity. While she could tell herself
that he simply wondered how she would get them out of this, she knew better.
His curiosity was entirely focused on the strong chemistry between them.
Despite the
waterfall’s intense spray and the fact an enemy could very well be staring at them
right now, she was human enough to get caught up in what was happening between
them. How it felt to finally be pressed against his long, hard body. 
To finally lay
her hands on the physical form of someone she had known for so long.
“No,” she
whispered, suddenly frightened as heat swept through her. “Not now. Not yet.”
She swallowed hard and shook her head, suddenly lost in memories. No matter how
real this might be, she had long trained herself that she couldn’t trust
lustful feelings when it came to him. That she should not indulge in them. “Let
me go. Please.”


Though her
response could simply be that of a woman choosing to reject what flared between
them, he seemed to sense there was more to it. His arousal turned to
protectiveness as his brow furrowed in determination and his grip tightened
ever so slightly. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was inherently responding
to her past. To those moments he was so much a part of without ever knowing.

About the Author:

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of nearly forty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth, and legend. When combined with a love for history, romance, and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.

Purington loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at Sky@SkyPurington. Interested in keeping up with Sky’s latest news and releases? Either visit Sky’s website, www.SkyPurington.com, subscribe to her quarterly newsletter or sign up for personalized text message alerts. Simply text 'skypurington' (no quotes, one word, all lowercase) to 74121 or visit Sky’s Sign-up Page. Texts will ONLY be sent when there is a new book release. Readers can easily opt out at any time.

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39 Winks by Kathy Valenti

39 Winks (A Maggie O'Malley Mystery)
by Kathleen Valenti


About the Book

Medical Mystery/Thriller
2nd in Series
Henery Press (May 22, 2018)
Print Length 298 Pages
Digital ASIN: B07B9M3VZ7

Former pharmaceutical researcher Maggie O’Malley is losing sleep. Her boyfriend Constantine’s aunt is a multitasking sleepwalker who, in addition to wandering her stately home, prepares meals, folds laundry and, one winter night, stumbles across her husband with his throat slit.

It’s a rude and gruesome awakening that’s upsetting to Aunt Polly. And interesting to the police.

Maggie and Constantine work to uncover who killed the cosmetic surgery mogul and why. As they dig into the lives of those who knew him best, they discover that the truth is only skin deep and doctoring perception is a treatment with deadly side effects.

A gripping page-turner with more twists than a surgeon’s suture, 39 Winks is a tale of lies, betrayals and greed that will keep you up at night. And looking over your shoulder.

About the Author





When Kathleen Valenti isn’t writing page-turning mysteries that combine humor and suspense, she works as a nationally award-winning advertising copywriter. 39 Winks is the second of the Maggie O’Malley mystery series and follows her debut mystery, Protocol. Kathleen lives in Oregon with her family where she pretends to enjoy running.

Learn more at www.kathleenvalenti.com.

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Interview with Kathleen Valenti

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
I always hold the reins of the story, but I leave room for my characters’ free will. I feel as if I met Maggie and Constantine as fully formed people. Although I have a clear path from start to finish, I listen for their voices. Their personalities and motivations direct the story in so many ways. If I fail to listen to my characters, I could miss out on important opportunities.

Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
39 Winks is a page-turner that explores sleepwalking, chronic health conditions, guilt and secrets. It’s a book with a unique storyline, flesh-and-blood characters, high stakes and witty dialogue. Readers tell me that it’s an entertaining mix of thrills, humor and real-world concerns, and the early reviews are great!

Have you written any other books that are not published?
No, all of my books have been published.


Pen or type writer or computer?
I write solely on my computer because I can’t read my own handwriting. (True story!)

Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Thank you so much for reading my books! There are so many wonderful authors, and I deeply appreciate your support. I come to writing with a reader’s heart and will always work to create books that entertain and engage.  

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How to Catch a Magical by Samuel Thews

How to Catch a Magical by Samuel Thews

If you want to catch a Magical, you have to go about it the right way.

You have to have the right tools, the right training, a certain disregard for danger and a flair for the dramatic. Oh, and it helps if you inherit your father’s wicked bounty hunter skills, which give you superhuman reflexes and senses.

It’s really hard without the last one.

Andromeda Nyx has all the skills to be a successful bounty hunter. But after five years of training and catching nothing but Flinks–the lowest-level Magicals, the kind that think it’s funny to steal just one sock from a pair and hide it somewhere in the garden–she’s itching for bigger game. When her mentor says going out on her own to catch a Sprite is too risky, she decides to freelance. When the Sprite she catches turns out to be a messenger, Nyx is chosen as an ambassador for the bounty hunters and must travel to the decrepit world of the Magicals, Himnara.

While there, she is informed of a plot by Arcanus Emerson Kain—the leader of a rogue sect of Magicals—to invade Earth for a seemingly bizarre purpose: he wants to steal people. Along with her mentor Ridge, Nyx must find a way to stop Kain before his power becomes too great.





Praise:

"Samuel Thews writes a rousing tale of magic, bounty hunters and war. I suspect that I like my teenage heroines to always be confident and either compassionate and positive, or cynical, violent and jaded."

"Andromeda is a complex character, as are her Father and some of the others in the story. My favorites, outside of Andromeda, was Whitchurch. He was a charming, crazy and wild old bounty hunter that Andromeda meets in an enemy prison. Between his wit, his skills, his experience, his brilliance and his caring, he is just a wonderful person. The nude fishing and other zany things make him a bit crazy."


Excerpt - Please choose 1 and delete the other 2 prior to posting

(1)

I awakened to the patter of rain on windows in a dimly lit room. I don’t remember when the voices stopped, but they were gone. That’s all I cared about.

My head swam when I tried to sit up—actually, it felt like a mad elephant was dancing in my brain—and so it took me a moment to make out that I was still in the headmaster’s office. Perched on the couch, I listened to the rain while I waited for the dizziness to fade.

When I finally stood, I noticed several things about my surroundings. I don’t know how or why I picked up on these things; they just came to me as I took in the room. For one, the window to my right was ten paces away. I could reach it in a blink without even trying. Then there was the desk on the other side of the office. It was too far to run to in a pinch, but with a quick dash and a jump I could swing off the low-hanging chandelier and land just behind it for safety. I spotted a crystal paperweight on the desk and knew it was just the right thing to divert a Sprite’s attention.

What a Sprite was, I didn’t know (beyond the name of the soft drink) but that paperweight would do the trick.

Just then my hand shot out from my side unbidden.

I sensed it more than saw it, and before I could even blink I had snatched the small object that flew at my head right out of the air.

I turned as a familiar grunt emanated from the shadows by the door.

“Your reflexes have improved. Good.”



(2)

There was a horrible gurgling sound and then the train lurched into motion. The jolt threw me back and my head smacked against the seatback. The rusty wheels squeaked and banged, the car bouncing every time one of the gaps in the wheels rolled over the tracks.

But something was wrong. We weren’t going back into the tunnel. We were headed towards the cave opening.

“Umm, Ridge …” I said, but he had already seen it. His huge hairy knuckles gripped the edge of the seat in front of us.

Okay. What could possibly happen? Obviously the Magicals had made this train. Perhaps it would go across a hidden track to the other side of the canyon—or maybe it was able to fly.

Wrong.

The train went right off the edge of the tracks, doing a smashing impersonation of a lemming, and plummeted down into the gorge like a stone.

(3)

“How … how long have you been here?”

“Oh, must be a few years now. The name’s Whitchurch, by the way. Clinton Whitchurch.”

“Crazy Whit—,” I blurted before catching myself. “I mean—”

“Hah!” he guffawed. “Yes, that’s me. Crazy Whitchurch. Don’t worry, I’m not offended.”

I apologized again, but he would have nothing of it. The man was a legend, eccentricities and all. He’d retired years ago but had toured the world in his time and done all sorts of experiments with various gadgets and Magicals. Everyone thought he was crazy because since he’d retired he no longer had collars, so he did all of his experiments on the run, chucking this or that at a Magical and then fleeing for cover. He also liked to go fly fishing naked—which, now that I think about it, might be the main reason they called him crazy— more so than the experiments.

Ridge told me he disappeared on a sojourn to Africa a year before I became a bounty hunter.

“Everyone thinks you’re dead,” I said.

(4) “What happened?” I asked, but before Whitchurch could answer, I caught sight of the mask lying on the ground not a foot from my outstretched hand.
“Get that away from me!” I shrieked and struggled from Whitchurch’s grasp and crawled across the floor away from the mask.

I couldn’t remember anything about what had happened, but it must have been horrible as I couldn’t stand to look at the mask. Whitchurch took me by the shoulders and led me up the staircase until the glow of the cavern disappeared.

“Did I get it?”

“Yes,” he said, and dangled a plain silver amulet from a chain in his hand. “But I thought I’d lost you.” We stopped on the stairs and his bright-blue eyes pored over my face. “Do you remember anything?”

I shook my head, which wasn’t a smart thing to do as the resulting throb made me lose balance, but Whitchurch kept me on my feet.

I raised a trembling hand to my right cheek and felt four scratches that burned when I touched them. What had happened when I put the mask on?

“You did that to yourself,” Whitchurch whispered.

I decided then that I didn’t want to know.



Author Samuel Thews

Samuel Thews has been writing stories since he was old enough to hold a pencil. As a child, he reveled in the stories of C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Brian Jacques and other fantasy authors. A life-long reader, he is a fan of J.K. Rowling, Neil Gaiman and mystery author M.C. Beaton. He has also read Les Miserables not once, but twice. Unabridged, of course.

Although his educational background is in science and law, it is still the magical and fantastical that excites him. He enjoys writing stories for his daughters, who will hear one bedtime tale and ask that it be turned into a book. Writing with a whimsical style, he seeks to evoke the light, refreshing reading experience found in fairy tales and cozy mysteries.

A native of North Carolina, he currently lives in a rural part of Orange County with his wife, three children and their ever growing menagerie.






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Ends 6/3/18

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 and sponsored by the author. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW.








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