Tuesday, July 31, 2018

"The Bridal Chase" by Robert Downs

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The Bridal Chase
by Robert Downs

The Bridal Chase by Robert Downs

The Bridal Chase is currently on tour with Reading Addiction Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For more books by this author, please check out my blog post on LaCour's Destiny, my blog post on Penchant for Vengeance, and my blog post on The Fix.

Description
Elisha Crimson thought her wedding day would be the happiest of her life. But losing her fiancé to two thugs in a dark sedan wasn’t part of the plan. She, along with the rest of the wedding party, can do nothing to stop the abrupt abduction, so she pursues at the first opportunity, navigating the West Virginia interstate in a white wedding dress behind the wheel of a pickup truck. But will she catch the sedan in time to save her one true love?
Ronnie Washington had known his past would catch up with him, eventually, but he hadn’t expected it to happen on his wedding day. He hates enclosed spaces, and now he’s bouncing around in the trunk of a car after being abducted from the ceremony. His only hope is to talk his way out, but the thugs don’t seem inclined to listen. He knows Elisha will come after him, but, even if she catches them, what can she possibly do against men like these?
Can these two unlikely heroes save the day, and the wedding, or is their life together over before it even starts?

Excerpt
Saturday, 2:45 p.m.:
Her long, white dress billowed around her. Mascara raced down her face, her eyes frazzled, and a tear formed as she took off at a dead run. Her brother tossed her his set of keys. She caught them in midair and didn’t even break stride. She peeled out of the parking lot, as a spray of gravel pinged a Mercedes, two BMWs, and a Lexus. Through the open window, the wind whipped her hair. Her green eyes were fixed at a distant point on the horizon. Her gaze was just a bit above the dashboard, as she slammed the pickup truck into second gear. A string of curse words emitted from her lips and smacked the wheel. The cup holder beside her held a plastic cup filled with spit, and she picked it up now. Tobacco juice flowed from her lips, and into its predetermined location.
Elisha Crimson flipped the air conditioner on high, even though it was only sixty degrees outside. She honked her horn, gestured with her free hand, and merged into the passing lane. A silver car swerved in front of her, and she screamed and pounded the steering wheel in agony. This time, she neglected to salute the idiot behind the wheel with a cell phone pressed to his ear.
Her eyes flipped to her rearview mirror, and the sea of cars behind her in an intricate rainbow of colors. The trail of cars resembled a python, and the road in front of her was a never-ending façade of red taillights. An accident loomed up ahead, so she slowed down. Two cars—neither one moving—in the right-hand lane were both torn to shreds in twisted metal and crumpled bumpers. Her mind raced, and adrenaline shook her right hand.
She grabbed the cup beside her and spit another glob of juice.
She’d nailed second gear within five hundred feet of the parking lot, and third came soon after. Fourth proved a bit more of a challenge, but now that was behind her as well. Her lips moved at a constant, steady pace, and the cup beside her filled quickly as well. The pouch stuffed between the passenger seat and her own was a third gone.
She hadn’t smiled since this morning with her hairdresser and sister in the same room, as her mother waited in the room next to hers. Elisha flipped the radio low and her voice high. A rapper spoke about life in the ghetto.
She held onto the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white, and her joints ached. A song came on the radio that reminded her of him, and she turned up the volume loud enough to rattle the frame. With the windows rolled down, the sound traveled toward the trees on either side of the highway. A motorcycle engine roared behind her, and she pushed the pedal all the way to the floor. She smacked her lips and tapped her forehead. She kept thoughts of her fiancé, her wedding, and the family she left behind to herself and slammed down the lid. She discovered a ball cap within arm’s reach and thumped it on her head.
She floored it around an old Porsche and a Mercedes with custom wheels. She held one thought and then another—What would her family think? How could this be happening to her? Was her fiancé okay?— collecting them like stamps and compartmentalizing each one in her mind until such a time when she could gather them whole and shove forward with her life.
She’d known Ronnie’s past would catch up with them one day, but now was not the time for second guesses.
She kept one eye on the horizon and her goal in mind. Her whole world changed when a car pulled out in front of her. She veered to the left, the pickup nearly coming up on two wheels, the center of gravity shifting with brute force. And then she shoved the pickup hard to the right, as the center of gravity changed once again, and the whole cab moved and shook around her. The wind whipped through with blazing speed, and her knuckles locked against the wheel. She pinged to the right and careened to the left like a ping pong ball through a maze.
Steam rose up around her, and she hoped it wasn’t her own. She bit her lip and drew blood, and even managed to swallow a little of the chewing tobacco. Coughing and gagging and sick to her stomach, she had no idea how to continue onward. Only that she had to. If she failed, she couldn’t deal with the consequences.
She had insisted on a big wedding filled with a dessert buffet, two guitars, one ice sculpture, three photographers, and one deejay. Had she scaled back, she might have found herself in a different predicament than the one she currently found herself in the middle of. The voice on the radio called her a liar.
She discovered love at eighteen when it bit her on the ass and decided to hang around. The fucker, Ronnie Washington, had smiled at her, and her knees buckled in the heat and humidity. Unable to string a coherent sentence together for five minutes, she waited for him to walk away. But he didn’t. Ten minutes later, he asked her out, and she said yes before she gathered what remained of her senses. Six years later—the best six years of her life—he still asked her out, the romantic bastard. Sure, the ups and downs sucked, and he charmed her with all five of his senses, but dammit she loved him anyway. She loved him with her entire body, and still that didn’t seem like enough. Now, in her brother’s pickup, with her whole world abandoned at the golf course, and her fiancé kidnapped in a black piece of crap with four wheels, she shed more water beneath her eyelids.
If she failed to push forward with everything she had, she never stood a chance at success. Sure, she had failed at almost every corner and streetlight. Sure, failure pointed the barrel of its gun in her direction. But failure didn’t stand a chance this time. She’d find a way to succeed, even if it meant she exhausted every last possibility. Even if she didn’t have a damn clue how she’d do it.
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Praise for the Book
“With a blockbuster beginning and constant action, The Bridal Chase races by in a light and airy way.” ~ Foreword Clarion Reviews
“Fun, fast read and my favorite take away, the blue shoes.” ~ Cindy Lauren, NetGalley Reviewer
“The intricate twists and turns...and ability to strategize keeps the reader guessing as the story slowly unravels and the villains and motives become clear.” ~ On A Reading Bender
“Crazy fast, comical and certainly a furious feat of imagination from Robert Downs...” ~ Tome Tender Book Blog
“There were a lot of moving parts to this one and I really liked the originality that Downs brought.” ~ Texas Book Nook
“The book is well written and keeps your attention until the end.” ~ Mary Weimer, NetGalley Reviewer
“I love it when an author can completely surprise me.” ~ The Indie Express

About the Author
Robert Downs
Robert aspired to be a writer before he realized how difficult the writing process was. Fortunately, he'd already fallen in love with the craft, otherwise his stories might never have seen print. Originally from West Virginia, he has lived in Virginia, Massachusetts, New Mexico, and now resides in California. When he’s not writing, Robert can be found reading, reviewing, traveling, or smiling.






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Monday, July 30, 2018

"Amish Acres: The Celery Patch" by Samantha Bayarr

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Amish Acres: The Celery Patch
by Samantha Bayarr


This book blast and giveaway for Amish Acres: The Celery Patch is hosted by I Am A Reader.


Description
When a celery patch mysteriously crops up overnight in the Yoder’s field, it attracts some unwanted suitors competing for Naomi’s hand.
Someone has grown an oversized patch of celery in Naomi’s family field and now she’s being accused of trying to “catch” a husband.
Will rumors spread by a jealous friend damage her reputation and threaten her chances of marrying the man she loves?


Excerpt
“I’m getting married this wedding season, too!” Naomi Yoder blurted out before she could stop the words from pouring from her lips.
Her sister, Ruthie, sucked in her breath and covered her mouth, then quickly recovered from the shock.
Her best friend, Katie Troyer, squealed and pulled Naomi into a hug. “So he asked you, then?” Katie gushed, a giggle exploding from deep within her.
Not exactly!
Ruthie sat across from them. “Who asked you? Jeremiah?”
Naomi nodded, enjoying the attention she was getting over her fake announcement.
Annie Lapp, who’d walked over to their house to discuss a community quilt project, sank into the wicker chair nearest the swing where Naomi and Katie sat. “I don’t believe you, Naomi; you’re a liar!”
Naomi felt her blood run cold despite the heat of the morning sun beaming across the covered porch; her heart drummed against her ribs like a team of horses galloping at full speed. Of course, it was a lie, but she didn’t have much experience with lying the way Annie did; was it possible the girl’s bad habits were rubbing off on her? She hadn’t meant to say it, especially in front of Annie, who was the biggest gossip in the community. If only Katie hadn’t made her jealous with her own wedding news to Benjamin Mast. Not only had it made her worry that she was the last to make such an announcement from her age group, but Naomi just couldn’t take another minute of Annie’s or her sister’s teasing.
Hearing the word spinster coming from her own sister’s mouth had caused her to overreact, and now it was too late to take it back. Not only would Annie tell the entire community about her lie, but she would also add her own lies to make the situation worse. Annie annoyed her with her constant invasive prying, just so she’d have something to gossip about. Well, this time, Naomi had gone and given her plenty to wag her tongue about.
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Praise for the Book
“This book keeps you guessing. I loved it. If you love to try and guess what’s going to happen, and you find yourself talking to the characters in your book, then you’ll love this story. I can’t wait to read the next book. Samantha Bayarr is a gifted author. I would recommend all of her books.” ~ Fred Coenen, Amazon Customer
“This book was such a wonderful read! The characters were interesting and the storyline was fun. This read was one I could not put down from start to finish. The interaction between the characters kept me guessing who planted the celery and who would wind up together and getting married. I highly recommend reading this book for a relaxing and enjoyable evening! I can’t wait to read the next book in the series!” ~ Hope W, Amazon Customer
“Great book. Very good storyline. Loved the characters, even the not so nice one! The ending holds a nice surprise, not the one I expected!” ~ Beba Wildes, Amazon Customer
“Naomi and Jeremiah’s story was an enjoyable read. It was well written with a well developed plot and characters. It contained jealousy, mystery, suspense, romance and enough twists and turns to keep me turning the pages. I highly recommend this book!” ~ Judith Tulloch, Amazon Customer

About the Author
Samantha Bayarr
Samantha Bayarr, a former Paralegal, became the first Independent Author of Amish Fiction when she published Little Wild Flower on paperback in 2005. Since then, she has written over 130 Christian Fiction Books in Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance, Western & Cowboy Romance, Amish Romance, and Amish Suspense.
She lives in an historic home in a small town in Florida with her husband, John Foster, who writes children’s books. Samantha illustrates her husband’s books, the first in the series entitled: Walla Walla and the Great Pirate Adventure.

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Saturday, July 28, 2018

This Week on Books Direct - 28 July 2018

This Week on Books Direct -
28 July 2018

This Week on Books Direct -  28 July 2018

Here's a list of some great articles you may have missed this week. Enjoy!


One of the best investments you can make is to ensure your first and second books cross-market each other.


Case Study: Tips For Updating A First Book To Market Your Second by David Wogahn for Author Imprints



How to Salvage Water Damaged Books by Lori Dorn for Laughing Squid

Here’s a tutorial showing you how to salvage books that have been damaged by water.






Austin's Michael-Scott Earle, who previously filed a trademark on the phrase “Dragon Slayer” for use in fantasy novel trademarks, has now filed a trademark on book covers with “one or more human or partially human figures underneath, at least one of the figures holding a weapon; and an author's name underneath the figures; wherein the title/series and author's name are depicted in the same or similar coloring.”


Trademark Troll Who Claims To Own "Dragon Slayer" Now Wants Exclusive Rights To Book Covers Where Someone Is Holding A Weapon by Cory Doctorow for BoingBoing




Librarians are in uproar after an article in Forbes magazine proposed replacing all public libraries in the US with Amazon bookstores because libraries “don’t have the same value they used to” and cost taxpayers too much.


“Twaddle”: Librarians Respond To Suggestion Amazon Should Replace Libraries by Kate Lyons for The Guardian




For 12 years, Jennifer Taylor watched kids come into the library at McCaffrey Middle School in Galt, California, and struggle to find books. Then, she discovered “genrefication”, a movement to organize schools’ libraries by type, like bookstores.


How Genrefication Makes School Libraries More Like Bookstores by Gail Cornwall for KQED News



Episode 96 – Is Amazon’s New Bulk Buy Program For You? podcast by Chris Syme for Smart Marketing for Authors

In this episode, Chris discusses Amazon’s new edition of their ebook bulk buy program – who may benefit and who might not.


Episode 96 – Is Amazon’s New Bulk Buy Program For You? podcast by Chris Syme for Smart Marketing for Authors



The Man Booker Prize 2018 Longlist Announced by Nisha for The Man Booker Prize

The 13 novels in contention for Britain’s most prestigious literary award include a graphic novel, a thriller, a novel in verse, and new writers.


The Man Booker Prize 2018 Longlist Announced by Nisha for The Man Booker Prize




The analysis “reveals the pervasiveness of gender bias and stereotype in the books on different features like occupation, introductions, and actions associated to the characters in the book.”


An IBM Team Identified Deep Gender Bias From 50 Years Of Booker Prize Shortlists by Suneera Tandon for Quartz India



Finalists Announced For The 2018 World Fantasy Awards by Leah Rachel Von Essen for BookRiot

Finalists for the 2018 World Fantasy Awards have been announced. These awards honor fiction and artists with nominated material published in 2017 or with a 2017 cover date.


Finalists Announced For The 2018 World Fantasy Awards by Leah Rachel Von Essen for BookRiot




Here are some unique ways to use social media content that will get your business noticed.


Social Media Content That Will Get Your Business Noticed by Lillian De Jesus for Stencil



10 Books With Incredibly Clever Hidden Messages by Angela Erickson for BookBub

BoobBub has rounded up some of the most intriguing hidden messages you may not have noticed before.


10 Books With Incredibly Clever Hidden Messages by Angela Erickson for BookBub



Meet 9 Bookstore Cats From Around the Bay Area by Ashley Urdang for KQED Arts

Cats are a staple of many independent bookstores, and as any bookstore owner will tell you, they're often the ones that truly run the place.


Meet 9 Bookstore Cats From Around the Bay Area by Ashley Urdang for KQED Arts



If you enjoyed this blog post, please visit the other This Week posts for links to more great articles.

Friday, July 27, 2018

"Three Shoeboxes" by Steven Manchester

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Three Shoeboxes
by Steven Manchester

Three Shoeboxes by Steven Manchester

Three Shoeboxes by Steven Manchester is currently on tour with Providence Book Promotions. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


For another book by this author, please check out my blog post on Ashes.

Description
Mac Anderson holds life in the palm of his hand. He has a beautiful wife, three loving children, a comfortable home, and a successful career. Everything is perfect - or so it seems. Tragically, Mac is destined to learn that any sense of security can quickly prove false. Because an invisible enemy called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder has invaded Mac’s fragile mind and it is about to drop him to his knees. He does all he can to conceal his inner chaos, but to no avail. Left to contend with ignorance, an insensitive justice system, and the struggles of an invisible disease, he loses everything - most importantly his family.
One shoebox might store an old pair of sneakers. Two shoeboxes might contain a lifetime of photographs. But in Three Shoeboxes, a father’s undying love may be just enough to make things right again.

Excerpt
Mac jumped up, panting like an obese dog suffering in a heat wave. His heart drummed out of his chest. Startled from a sound sleep, he didn’t know what was wrong. He leapt out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. There’s something wrong, he finally thought, I…I need help. He searched frantically for an enemy. There was none. As he stared at the frightened man in the mirror, he considered calling out to his sleeping wife. She has enough to worry about with the kids, he thought, but was already hurrying toward her. “Jen,” he said in a strained whisper.
She stirred but didn’t open her eyes.
The constricted chest, sweaty face and shaking hands made Mac wonder whether he was standing at death’s door, cardiac arrest being his ticket in. I have to do something now, he thought, or I’m a goner. “Jen,” he said louder, shaking her shoulder.
One eye opened. She looked up at him.
“It’s happening again,” he said in a voice that could have belonged to a frightened little boy.
Jen shot up in bed. “What is it?”
“I…I can’t breathe. My heart keeps fluttering and I feel…”
“I’m calling an ambulance,” she said, fumbling for her cell phone.
“No,” he said instinctively, “it’ll scare the kids.”
She looked up at him like he was crazy.
“I’ll go to the emergency room right now!” Grabbing for a pair of pants, he started to slide into them.
Jen sprang out of the bed. “I’ll call my mom and have her come over to watch the kids. In the meantime, Jillian can…”
Mac shook his foggy head, halting her. “No, I’m okay to drive,” he said, trying to breathe normally.
“But babe,” she began to protest, fear glassing over her eyes.
“I’ll text you as soon as I get there,” he promised, “and then call you just as soon as they tell me what the hell’s going on.”
Jen’s eyes filled. “Oh Mac…”
He shot her a smile, at least he tried to, before rushing out of the house and hyperventilating all the way to the hospital.
***
I’m here, Mac texted Jen before shutting off the ringer on his phone.
The scowling intake nurse brought him right in at the mention of “chest pains.” Within minutes, the E.R. staff went to work like a well-choreographed NASCAR pit crew, simultaneously drawing blood while wiring his torso to a portable EKG machine.
As quickly as the team had responded, they filed out of the curtained room. A young nurse, yanking the sticky discs from Mac’s chest, feigned a smile. “Try to relax, Mr. Anderson. It may take a little bit before the doctor receives all of your test results.”
For what seemed like forever, Mac sat motionless on the hospital gurney, a white curtain drawn around him. I hope it isn’t my heart, he thought, the kids are still so young and they need…
“Who do we have in number four?” a female voice asked just outside of Mac’s alcove.
Mac froze to listen in.
“Some guy who came in complaining of chest pains,” another voice answered at a strained whisper. “Test results show nothing. Just another anxiety attack.”
No way, Mac thought, not knowing whether he should feel insulted or relieved.
“Like we have time to deal with that crap,” the first voice said. “Can you imagine if men had to give birth?”
Both ladies laughed.
No friggin’ way, Mac thought before picturing his wife’s frightened face. She must be worried sick. But I can’t call her without talking to the doctor. She’d…
The curtain snapped open, revealing a young man in a white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck.
This kid can’t be a doctor, Mac thought, the world suddenly feeling like it had been turned upside down.
“Your heart is fine, Mr. Anderson,” the doctor quickly reported, his eyes on his clipboard. “I’m fairly certain you suffered a panic attack.” He looked up and grinned, but even his smile was rushed. “Sometimes the symptoms can mirror serious physical ailments.”
Mac was confused, almost disappointed. So, what I experienced wasn’t serious? he asked in his head.
The young man scribbled something onto a small square pad, tore off the top sheet and handed it to Mac. “This’ll make you feel better,” he said, prescribing a sedative that promised to render Mac more useless than the alleged attack.
“Ummm…okay,” Mac said, his face burning red.
The doctor nodded. “Stress is the number one cause of these symptoms,” he concluded. “Do you have someone you can talk to?”
Mac returned the nod, thinking, I need to get the hell out of here. Although he appreciated the concern, he was mired in a state of disbelief. I’m a master of the corporate rat race, he thought, unable to accept the medicine man’s spiel. If anyone knows how to survive stress, it’s me.
“That’s great,” the doctor said, vanishing as quickly as he’d appeared.
My problem is physical, Mac confirmed in his head, it has to be. He finished tying his shoes.
Pulling back the curtain, he was met by the stare of several female nurses. He quickly applied his false mask of strength and smiled. A panic attack, he repeated to himself. When put into words, the possibility was chilling.
The nurses smiled back, each one of them wearing the same judgmental smirk.
With his jacket tucked under his arm, Mac started down the hallway. Sure, he thought, I have plenty of people I can talk to. He pulled open the door that led back into the crowded waiting room. That is, if I actually thought it was anxiety.
***
Mac sat in the parking lot for a few long minutes, attempting to process the strange events of the last several days. Although he felt physically tired, there weren’t any symptoms or residual effects of the awful episodes he’d experienced—not a trace of the paralyzing terror I felt. And they just came out of the blue. He shook his head. How can it not be physical? He thought about the current state of his life. Work is work, it’s always going to come with a level of stress, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. He shook his head again. I just don’t get it. He grabbed his cell phone and called Jen. “Hi, it’s me.”
“Are you okay?” she asked, the worry in her voice making him feel worse.
“I’m fine, babe.”
“Fine?” she said, confused. “What did the doctor say?”
“He said it’s not my heart.”
“Oh, thank God.”
Her reaction—although completely understandable—struck him funny, making him feel like the boy who cried wolf.
“So what is it then?” she asked.
He hesitated, feeling oddly embarrassed to share the unbelievable diagnosis.
“Mac?”
“The doctor thinks it was a…a panic attack.”
This time, she paused. “A panic attack?” she repeated, clearly searching for more words. Then, as a born problem solver, she initiated her usual barrage of questions. “Did they give you something for it? Is there any follow up?”
“Yes, and maybe.”
“What does that mean?”
“He gave me pills that I’d rather not take if I don’t need to. And he suggested I go talk to someone.”
“Talk to someone? You mean like a therapist?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s what he meant.”
“Oh,” she said, obviously taken aback. “Then that’s exactly what you should do.”
“I don’t know…”
“Is there something bothering you I don’t know about, Mac,” she asked, “because you can talk to me, too, you know.”
“I know, babe. But there’s nothing bothering me, honest.” He took a deep breath. “For what it’s worth, I don’t buy the anxiety attack diagnosis.”
“Well, whatever you were feeling this morning was real enough, right? I could see it in your face. It wouldn’t hurt anything for you to go talk to someone.” She still sounded scared and he hated it.
“Maybe not,” he replied, appeasing her. In the back of his head, though, he was already contemplating how much he should continue to share with her—or protect her from. “I need to get to work,” he said.
“Why don’t you just take the day off and relax?” she suggested.
Here we go, he thought. “I wish I could, babe,” he said, “but we have way too much going on at the office right now.”
“And maybe that’s part of your problem,” she said.
“I’ll be fine, Jen,” he promised. “We’ll talk when I get home, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” she said in a tone intended for him to remember it.
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Praise for the Book
“Compelling and emotional, Three Shoeboxes takes readers on a heart-wrenching journey through some of life's toughest challenges, always with the ever-present sense of the transforming power of love and hope. Three Shoeboxes is Steve Manchester at his finest.” ~ Carla Neggers, New York Times bestselling author
“In Three Shoeboxes, Steven Manchester chronicles a seemingly strong marriage and loving family that suddenly begins to crack and fragment under the weight of guilt and old secrets. It’s psychologically accurate, well-plotted, and a sensitive, honest portrayal of what it’s like to have a long-buried past finally surface, and what that reckoning does to everyone involved.” ~ Mark Sullivan, #1 New York Times bestselling author, Beneath a Scarlet Sky
“Raw, moving, and brutally honest - Steven Manchester takes you on an emotional rollercoaster. Grab your tissues for this heart-wrenching story - better yet, grab a box full!” ~ Tanya Anne Crosby, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, The Girl Who Stayed
Three Shoeboxes is a compassionate, accessible portrait of a vitally important topic, PTSD, how it affects the sufferer and the family - and how to find hope and healing.” ~ Jenna Blum, New York Times and international bestselling author, Those Who Save Us and Storm Chasers
Three Shoeboxes will linger in your thoughts long after that last page. Steven Manchester has brilliantly woven a story that will touch your heart, twist your emotions, and remind you why he is easily one of your favorite authors.” ~ Steena Holmes, New York Times and international bestselling author, Emma’s Secret: A Novel

About the Author
Steven Manchester is the author of the #1 bestsellers Twelve Months, The Rockin’ Chair, Pressed Pennies, and Gooseberry Island, the national bestseller Ashes, and the novels Goodnight, Brian and The Changing Season. His work has appeared on NBC’s Today Show, CBS’s The Early Show, CNN’s American Morning, and BET’s Nightly News. Recently, three of Manchester’s short stories were selected "101 Best" for the Chicken Soup for the Soul series.

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Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card or one of three print copies of Ashes by Steven Manchester (US only).

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