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I've discovered a cool new site called Author Marketing Club. They'll help you promote your Kindle books in a number of ways. Try them out, you'll love them!

How do I love thee, Author Marketing Club, let me list the ways:

1. You'll review my book trailer;
2. You'll review my book;
3. You email my information to thousands of people;
4. You'll list my book on your site when it's FREE;
5. You link to numerous sites that will promote my book;
6. You're free;
7. You make coffee in the mornings; and
8. You love to promote our books and we love you!

This post would better be written on February 14th.

Let's pretend love is in the air. Are there any sites my readers particularly like? And why?

I love to make new discoveries. Just call me Indiana Jones because a new discovery makes my day.

I hope you feel the same way, readers. Please dig around and find us some more gems in the rough of internet sites.

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Marketing and promotion is so important to authors. Please help us spread the word.

Don't forget to smell the red, red roses in the snow this Christmas, like Santa's beard and his suit. White roses stand for purity and truth but red roses stand for passion and love, and I opt for the red...how about you?

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OOPS, looks like we've chosen white. <tee hee>

The awesome Morgen Bailey is guesting me on the morning of December 26 here.

Thanks again, everyone. Are there any teens, tweens and New Adults out there in particular? My next book is going up a notch in age to New Adults. Would you like to comment or perhaps you've read SpaceHive or will this Christmas, and tell me if it's suitable for all ages...

Merry Christmas.

Two of my Indie eBooks, The Insanity Machine and DISCOVERY-An Anthology of Poetry, will be FREE on Thursday for three days.

Dec. 13-15 get eBooks free or reduced in price at this site.

Bring your top hat wearing granny with the purple coat, if you like. Or her partner Melvin with his Slurpee. Or your great aunt who has ants in her garden, or just come alone and dance.

It's going to be fun, and you could WIN a $25 Amazon gift card. How cool is that?

I was thinking about making a pact with my readers: I'll post more often if you'll comment.

I will post on Wednesdays and Saturdays, and when special guests appear the posts may be more often.

Possible subjects:

• Mr. Lunt singing a love song to a cheeseburger (my first choice);
• My feet sticking to the kitchen floor while the jam throws a party on the counter;
• Me falling face first in the jam on the kitchen floor;
• Snow in Edmonton, Alberta;
• Mr. Lunt singing a love song to a jam sandwich (my second choice);
• More snow in Edmonton;
• Johnny Cash singing Banks of the Ohio while I strum on my blue guitar;
• Pictures of Paul Kane Park in December;
• A blinding snowstorm in Edmonton;
• Traffic jams;
• A romantic wedding while Mr. Lunt sings a love song to a cheeseburger (see below).

Welcome to Monique Morgan, author of these great adventure books with a twist of dark suspense. You won't want to miss these awesome books by MONIQUE MORGAN.



When her plane crashes into the ocean, Zanas is dropped into a brutal world of survival.She soon learns that this is no ordinary place, as the land mutates all that live within its borders.Her sister is kidnapped and taken beneath, thrusting Zanas into the middle of a primitive society, where she will find her death, or her destiny.
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She was nothing like her sister. Zanas had always been the courageous and dedicated one. Asenya was arrogant, selfish, and demanding. All of the qualities that Dreamers have…
Kidnapped and taken beneath, Asenya fights to find out who she really is, discovering that her potential is far greater than she ever could have imagined. But that destiny may finally be the end of her, and what she once was.
May she make the right choices.



Excerpt:
There was one thing that bothered her after Zanas had left, something that nagged at the back of her mind, until finally she could not dismiss it any longer.
Everywhere she looked, she saw the strong belief that all were allowed to choose. She had been taken below by force, and there was that part of her that wondered if she had been placed in the right clan. She knew that she had received the marks of the Dreamer, and that should be sign enough, but still there was that feeling.

Asenya snuck out in the middle of the night, following the path that she traveled down her first night below. She had been learning enough in antiquities to understand the concept of the pledge temple ,and Falon had already confided in her that he had removed the barrier spells around the hold. She could come and go as she pleased.

Usually anyone wishing to pledge a clan, did so when they believed that they were old enough to leave their families, and venture into the lives of their destinies. This was always done in the pledge temple, by those that were city born, or born within the clan.

There was a rumor that there was a spell on the temple that only allowed the pledger to speak the truth, sometimes to the speaker’s surprise. But the people of the beneath believed in nothing stronger than the tenant that Alwahi knew everyone’s path.

It was chilly in the dark shadows of the tunnel, making it seem as though she really were in the underworld. When she came to the diverging tunnels, she paused, looking up at the circling staircase that led to the temple.

For some reason, she was starting to feel afraid, the quiet of the shadows making her uneasy. Perhaps it had not been the best idea to run here in the middle of the night, when no one knew she was gone.

Shaking herself, Asenya closed her hands into fists, narrowing her eyes as she took one deep breath. She had come here for a reason, and she wasn’t going to give up when she was this close. Asenya began walking up the stairs, higher and higher, until she was pushing open the door that led into the temple.
Three throne chairs greeted her as she ventured inside, the steps of her feet echoing across the long hall. She felt immediately an overwhelming sence of reverence, the building speaking to her very soul.

It spoke of history and awe. I told whispers of the countless feet that had walked the very stone floor that she stepped across. And finally, it hinted at destiny yet to be fulfilled.
Asenya walked into the center of the magnificent building, closing her eyes and inhaling deep once again. She flung her arms outward, letting her head fall back as her eyes opened wide.

“I pledge,” her voice came out on its own. “Dreamer…”
It was like a wind that escaped her lips, traveling past her face and to the room, swirling like a mighty wind around her body, lifting her hair and the hem of her dress from the ground. The air that swirled around her brightened, turning to a shimmering trail, like the loving embrace of some spirit.
Dreamer…

A word spoken, but not, simply a melody on the wind. And then she knew, she knew that she had been placed in exactly the clan that she had belonged to, and deep down inside, she realized that she had always known.