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8d4ff-wllcoverMontlake Publishing (my publisher for my debut novel) will, on Amazon, be offering Wait a Lonely Lifetime at 1/3 the usual price (99¢) from Friday, March 4th through Monday, April 4th.

In the spirit of this Spring Sale from Montlake Publishing, I will be offering the same amazing deal for ALL my books currently listed on Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, All Romance eBooks, and Smashwords during the same time period, approximately 65%.  Books that are currently available for 99¢ will be FREE (except Barnes&Noble & Amazon) for the duration of the sale.

Beginning on March 4th, this March Madness Sale is the perfect opportunity to get ready for your Summer Reading Adventure!

My part of the sale will also include my historical novels set Wales! Details about those are on Lily Dewaruile: Welsh Medieval Romance.

All of my ebook titles will be on sale until April 4th:


‘Twas the Night Before New Year FREE
‘Twas the Night Before Valentine’s Day FREE
‘Twas the Night Before Mother’s Day FREE
‘Twas the Night Before Labor Day FREE
‘Twas the Night Before Veteran’s Day FREE
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas Eve FREE

Wait a Lonely Lifetime 99¢ (Only available on Amazon)
Salsa Dancing with Pterodactyls $1.65 
This Can’t Be Love 99¢




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NB#3 -200 For the final Sunday Snippet in August, I’m sharing a short section from my serial novel, Nights Before, ‘Twas the Night Before Mother’s Day, the third story in the series and showing off the new covers in celebration of the series now being available on Amazon. The fourth book in the series, ‘Twas the Night Before Labor Day, will be released on September 1st.

Jocelyn Tavers faces her 26th birthday, falling on Mother’s Day, at the same time as she wonders what happened to a certain officious lawman and a certain deserter father remembers her birthday after only fifteen years of neglect. 

…”A pound of dark chocolate covered cherries doesn’t give you nightmares. New knowledge base item. A pound will make you too sick to sleep. With that hard won information well engrained, Jocelyn had lost her craving for chocolate of any kind.

“In spite of the excessive obsessive revisions, Moonstalker had come in under the wire and tonight her dubious pleasure was to escort Gordon Fieldcott to the Book Launch and party at his department’s library. Suggesting to Daven he was a better choice had earned her double duty. Not only did she have to chaperone, she had to chauffer. “As was his wont, Gordon was too nervous to drive. With only a shelf full of books to his credit, he couldn’t face the drive to Brunswick or be trusted to get there on time on any alternative mode of transport. “Jocelyn wanted to push him out of her snazzy 4×4 and make him hitch. He wasn’t talking. He was staring. And staring. And staring. “There wasn’t much fun in the fact that this year of all years her birthday fell on Mother’s Day when she didn’t have a mother. Last year hadn’t been all that great either, coming on the heels of her mother’s diagnosed death sentence. “The bouquet of lilies and calendula had sat on the table in the front room. Neither of them could endure looking at it for long. It was too beautiful, too hopeful, too life-affirming and Jocelyn was sorry she had done such a thoughtless thing. The bouquet became a funeral wreath and by the time the water dried up and the flowers wilted and browned, the front room door had been shut for a month. “They didn’t need that room anymore. Maisie stayed in the kitchen or her room, moved from upstairs to the back of the rented house so that she wouldn’t have so far to walk when Jocelyn called her to a meal. “The slush pile reader job hadn’t been hard to leave, but coming home for this reason took the spunk out of her. Both of them dragging themselves around the small house like too old women. Maisie Tavers was only fifty-two.” — ‘Twas the Night Before Mother’s Day, Nights Before #3

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