It has been a while since I posted, but it has been an emotional time and it took me a little longer than I anticipated to gather my thoughts and be able to write this.

Dad and Salena’s time together ended March 28th at 9:55 a.m. He quietly slipped away at the age of 91 years, 6 months, and 13 days. They had been married 13 years as of March 16th.

Dad & Salena

Budo G. & Salena Perry

(Photo taken for the church directory)

I was there by his side when he passed and it took almost a minute before I realized he wasn’t breathing. For a couple days he’d only been taking about 8 breaths a minute so I thought it was simply sleep apnea. But when I placed my hand on his chest, there was no beat. It was then that I realized that his pain was over. That he’d done all that he’d been placed on this earth to do. It was time for him to go Home.

Flowers next to Dad's casket

Family spray of flowers, standing next to his casket.

He had been in the Palliative Care Ward of the VA Hospital for 5 weeks and 5 days.

We’d all been able to tell him goodbye as there had been a steady stream of family and friends in and out of his room the entire time he was there.

Still giving instructionsCousin Roy clipping Daddy’s nails while Daddy is telling his namesake (Budo D.) how things are done. Notice he couldn’t talk without using his hands. I come by it honest. LOL

He didn’t like being alone and he didn’t like the dark so for the last 4 days, my sister, Sue, and I stayed with him around the clock.

Home away from homeThe chair/beds really weren’t all that uncomfortable. Besides, we didn’t do a lot of sleeping.

During all this time, we made sure there was a good battery in his hearing aid and we’d go to that side of the bed to talk to him. When he became unresponsive that last week, we continued talking to him as if he could hear us, because we knew he could. In fact, I had just been leaning next to his good ear, humming to him right before he passed. Knowing it was an easy transition has helped ease my sorrow.

I shall always miss him, as I do Mom. And I know Salena has lost the love of her life. We’re strong in our faith, though and one day will be reunited. In the meantime, Daddy, help St. Peter keep the gates to Heaven in good working order, just like you kept everything here running smoothly. ♥

Perry Family Pic Jan 16, 2010

Celebrating Salena, Cheryl, Don and my birthday’s.

Love you, Daddy.

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You’re young and fall in love, knowing your love will last through the ages. But will it? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

What about when you’re older? Do you think it’s possible to find a forever kind of love? Or would you stop looking and give up, resigned to a life alone?

Suppose for a moment you could find love again. That fresh “I can’t wait to see him/her.” Your heart flutters when they walk in the room. All you want to do is touch them…hold their hand…gaze into their eyes.

I’m here to tell you, it can happen.

It doesn’t matter if you have gray hair, your skin is wrinkled, your eyesight not so good anymore. It doesn’t matter if you need a cane or walker and it takes you longer to take your meds in the morning than to eat your breakfast. All that matters is if your heart skips a beat…not because you need a pacemaker, but because of the way they look at you. As if you’re the only other person on the face of the planet.

This type of love is out there. I know because it happened to my father. After 55 years of marriage my mom passed away. Daddy was so lonely he almost grieved himself to death. Then he found love again. A member of the same church, she was a woman he’d barely noticed before. They have now been married almost 13 years. He was lucky that he found 2 wonderful women to love and cherish him. And he them.

Daddy is now in the hospital and his days are numbered.

Budo and Salena PerryThis picture was taken the day after he was admitted. She’s in a wheelchair and before she left that day she scooted up close to hold his hand. They just sat there like that for a long while, holding hands, gazing into each others’ eyes. No words needed.

It doesn’t matter how much time they have left on this earth together.

True love never dies. ❤

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Linda Trout’s Closet

I’m the first honoree of Susan Shay’s new blog series on getting to know writers and where they write. How cool is that?! 🙂

Susan Spess Shay

Let me explain–

There’s this thing about me. I think people are fascinating . (ie: Everybody has A Story!)

I might have mentioned, I’m not only a writer, I’m also a reading knitter (or a knitting reader.) Naturally, I like to read about other people’s lives. I’ve suffered mightily because most knitting magazines only have patterns, nothing about the knitters who created them.

There is one TV show I watch about knitting. This past season, they advertised they’d changed their format to include a segment that was about studio to studio, I was so excited! I thought we’d get knitting area tours of their homes. I hoped they’d show us the whys and how-I’s of their lives.

Again, disappointment! Turns out, it’s just a segment done with the host in one place, the guest in another, but nothing about the guest’s home or knitting area or how they make life work while knitting.

Now that’s…

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Fighting Back – Overcoming Obstacles

Today, I’d like to welcome Ashlynn Pearce to my blog. Ashlynn has been struggling with some major health issues and I wanted to give her the opportunity to tell you about her journey and to also introduce you to her book, FUEL, which releases tomorrow.

I hope this provides some encouragement to others facing major obstacles to keep fighting, to know that it IS possible to overcome despite the roadblocks in your path. One of my favorite sayings is, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Ashlynn’s journey proves that to be true. So now I’m going to turn the blog over to Ash.

Were it not for Hope, the Heart would Break…

April 28, 2010 my first book was published…and I had a stroke.

Yes, on the same day.

They never figured out why I had the stroke, nor can they explain all the multitude of symptoms I have and fight every day. As far as the medical community goes, nothing is wrong with me.

That’s a freakin’ lie.

When I got home, I fought extremely blurry vision for months before that cleared up. I had/have seizure like muscle spasms throughout my entire body, including my face. My eyelids will force themselves closed and will not open until they are ready to. I had to re-teach myself to type. I have to concentrate when I hand-write or I misspell everything. There are times I can’t talk at all, and a lot of times when I do, it’s slow and hard to understand. I don’t process things like I did before and can’t handle loud noises or flashes of light. I don’t handle stress well and I developed anxiety and severe depression.

I’m not allowed to drive, go to the store alone, or even go in my front yard alone. Because I lose my eyes at the snap of my fingers and I get confused and disoriented quickly. I often have to use a walker or wheelchair because I can’t walk. My husband often has to help me undress for bed, because I can’t. I can go from okay, to not being able to speak within seconds, with no warning.

I still deal with all of this on a daily basis and lose approximately 3+ days a week.

Trust me when I say, this post is not about poor me.

This is about fighting back.

This is about figuring out a way to do what you love. No matter what.

To say I was lost without being able to write is an understatement. Don’t get me wrong, I tried SO many times to write. I totally gave up as many times as I tried. I even threw away all my writing notes, the character notebooks I had and a lot of books on writing. I just tossed them in the trash. (I kick myself for doing that now)

When I say gave up, I mean, I curled up in a ball in the recliner, turned on the tv and did…nothing. (And FYI that is NOT me. I hate tv and hate doing nothing even more.)

In the midst of depression, I voiced to my friend, Linda (yes, the one who owns this blog) maybe I can try one more time. Write a really short story. You know, like 5K words. Just something I maybe can finish.

She told me to go for it, poked and prodded me until I gave it a shot.

I had nothing.

I couldn’t think of a single story or character idea…and I cried. The ugly cry.

I thought, well, that confirms it. I’ve lost the ability. It’s just gone.

I was heartbroken.

But Linda started tossing out ideas. Nothing she said stuck…BUT it did get my wheels turning.

In May of 2014 I had an inkling of an idea so went with it. Then it grew. And grew. I wrote 5K…it wasn’t done so I kept going. I hit 20K, still wasn’t done. When I hit 30K, I thought, no way, but by this time, I had an entire cast of characters all babbling away. All wanting their story and the DirtSlap series was born.

FUEL was done at 40K words and will be available Jan. 29, 2015.
WRECK immediately followed at 50K+ words, is in editing phase and will be out in May 2015.
FIXT and WIRED are plotted and KRUSH, a short story, is in writing stages now and will be out this summer in an anthology I was invited to participate in.


In spite of it all the setbacks, I did it—but not alone. Along with Linda, there have been a whole slew of peeps cheering me on. I couldn’t have done it without their encouragement.

Every one of us fights a battle no one else knows about. But I do know if you want it bad enough, you can make it happen. You WILL find a way. It might not be pretty and you may fail many, many times before you make it, but if you want it. Do it. Go for it.

Life waits for no one. LIVE your life now. Pour every bit of passion you have into it and try. You will never know for sure until you do.

Because were it not for Hope, the Heart would break.


Once upon a time…You ain’t gonna believe this sh**!
(I always wanted to start a bio like that!) But seriously—scrap that, I’m not serious, but I do love to write. Create characters. Give them hope that there is something better around the corner. It’s my passion. I live and breathe stories. When I’m not arguing with the characters in my head (yes, I do that, you can ask my hubby who thinks I’m nuts btw), I’m taking care of said hubby, my two kids and a melee of furbabies. I’m Okie born and bred and, yes, we get a lot of twisters and, no, there aren’t any teepees around that I’ve seen. Follow me around to see what other mischief I’m up to!


FB: https://www.facebook.com/ashlynnpearcewriter
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Ashlynn_Pearce
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3512149.Ashlynn_Pearce
Amazon Author page: http://amazon.com/author/ashlynnpearce

FUEL… DirtSlap series

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fuel-ashlynn-pearce/1120913527?ean=2940151682206

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/FUEL-DirtSlap-Book-Ashlynn-Pearce-ebook/dp/B00QYAPUDC/ref=asap_B008F9J94G?ie=UTF8

KOBO: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/fuel-6

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id951159485

WRECK – out May 2015 (no links as of yet)

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Final Farewell

Saying the Final Goodbye

It has been a while since I posted anything here. The last two months have been busy, busy. We got my elderly cousin all settled in her new home (see last post before this one for details) and everything was rocking along just fine. She joined the family for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners, always having a great time and still driving herself.

The lady on the right is my cousin, Allee.

Then she began falling quite a bit at the retirement center. They finally checked her into the hospital close to two weeks ago. Her medical issues started compounding and Sunday, with her niece and my sister by her side, she went home to be with her Lord. Before she died, they talked about some of the old times ~ the good times. It was a peaceful transition.

It is so hard to believe she’s gone. As I said before, she was an inspiration to every woman out there as she always stood on her own two feet and lived life on her terms. She died that way, too.

Someone posted on Facebook that she lived ‘till she died. So true.

Now comes the task of moving her things once again, this time for the last time. Last time it was a transition. What she couldn’t take with her physically, she took with her mentally.

Now the majority of her memories are forever lost to us. Some of them she shared, but of course, not all. She still has them tucked around her, I’m sure. And I’m also sure she’s looking down thinking, “Don’t make such a big deal out of it. It was a great ride, but my life’s over so go on and live yours.”

The women in my family have always been pragmatic about things. Allee Riddle was no different. Still, I’ll miss her.

May God embrace you with His loving arms, Allee. Love you and one day we’ll meet again.

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A Lifetime of Memories

We spend our entire lives creating memories; going places, doing things, meeting people, striving to achieve our goals.

I know I’ve collected different things over the years and cherish those items. I have some things that belonged to my Mom as well as my Grandmother’s. They hold prominent places in my home and my heart.

So what do you do with those things, those cherished mementoes, when you can no longer live alone and have to move into assisted living? A lot of places only have a one room efficiency apartment. If you’re lucky, you get 2 rooms. How do you decide what’s important to make room for?

I have a 2nd cousin on my mom’s side of the family who is the last of that generation. She’s 91 and doesn’t have any other family besides a step-niece and us cousins. I admire this woman! She has always been independent, traveled extensively not only in the US but abroad, supported herself as well as her mother and took care of her mom until she died.

Now THAT’S a woman of independent means!

But her health has dictated that she no longer live alone. She was lucky in that she obtained a 2 room apartment in the assisted living center. Still, the dilemma remains in what to take to the center and what to sell. I can tell you, it isn’t easy.

(None of these ladies are my cousin, btw.)

The step-niece, my female cousins and I have been helping her get settled; unpacking boxes, rearranging furniture, hanging pictures, etc. In other words, making those 2 rooms into her new home. I know she’s sad about leaving the house she has lived in for years, but like the other women in the family, is pragmatic about life.

Could you do it? Condense a lifetime of living into such a small space? I’m thinking I need to start wading through my stuff now. I’m such a pack-rat that it’ll probably take me 20 or 30 years to get to that point. 🙂 Or are you going to hang on to everything, then let your descendents worry about it?

What are your thoughts on what sentimental items to keep vs the bare necessities? How could YOU condense a lifetime of memories?

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Spotlight of Last Hope Alaska

Fellow Wild Rose Press author, Tricia Schneider, is taking a ‘short’ break from her NaNoWriMo pursuit to spotlight me and LAST HOPE ALASKA on her site. Tricia writes paranormal romance with a hint of gothic flair. How cool is that? 🙂 A previous assistant manager at Waldenbooks, she’s now a full time mom who, when she isn’t busy with the three kids, writes about vampires and witches.

Pop over and leave a note to let her know I don’t live in a bubble without any friends besides the ones I make up in my head. 😉

Oh, yeah. Here’s the link. Shadows of Romance

Thanks, y’all!!

TWRP: http://tinyurl.com/ptbzymx


Nook: http://tinyurl.com/pvjncn5

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The Strong and Silent Type

Today I’m interviewing Sam Tarkington, the big, hunky mountain of a man who takes center stage in LAST HOPE ALASKA. Come along and see what he has to say.

LT: “Sam, what compelled you to rescue Emily when she first showed up in town?”
Sam: Grunts. “Did you see the way that woman swings her purse? I’m not sure I did much rescuing. Um, not then, anyway.”
LT: “Oh? Sounds intriguing. Want to elaborate?” He stood silent, staring me down and I swallowed hard under his intense perusal. “Okay. We’ll move on. Uh, what drew you to Ms. Redfern initially?”
Sam: A smile played at the corner of his lip. “The fact that she looked lost and alone sucked me in from the get-go. Then when I got a good look at her eyes… Well, let’s just say I couldn’t quite get them, or her, out of my mind.”
LT: I glanced at my notes before I continued. “I see you used to own the Dogsled Saloon. From all accounts you were successful and happy. Why did you sell?”
Sam: The cold stare was back. “That’s enough of an interview. I think it’s time you left.”
LT: Ouch! Touchy subject. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. Is there anything you’d like to tell the readers today? If not about yourself, then something about the area?”
Sam: His entire demeanor changed and he smiled openly. “Alaska isn’t called the Last Frontier for nothing. The state is massive and you could spend a week in Juneau alone and not see everything. There’s Douglas Island, Mount Roberts, and Mendenhall Glacier in addition to the wilderness itself. I could talk for hours about the wonders of this state. In fact, Emily even called the forest Mother Nature’s Library. I think she might be right.”
LT: Wow. First he didn’t want to talk at all, and now he can’t say enough. “It’s obvious you love the state and I’ll definitely check things out while I’m here. Thank you.”
Sam: Nods. “Is that enough? I’m late for work.”
LT: “Of course. Thank you so much for your time.” He turned and quickly walked away, leaving me to admire the view from behind. Yum.

I’m sorry he didn’t stick around long enough so you could get to know him better…especially if you happen to run into one of these furry critters.


Maybe I can give you an excerpt from the story that might tease you a bit more. 😀


“Hey, this looks great.” The screen door slammed behind Sam. “Molly’s sure getting her money’s worth.”
Emily turned toward him and burst out laughing. “What in the world happened to you?” He was covered in so much dirt he looked as if he’d been rolling downhill all morning.
“Being used as slave labor. Remind me to never agree to help that woman again.” He slapped at his pants legs, sending dust flying everywhere.
“Hey! Stop that! I just swept the floor.”
“You don’t look so clean yourself, sugar.” He closed the space between them and began flipping
cobwebs out of her hair.
“Sam…” His intimate touch turned her legs to jelly. Then he reached up to wipe dirt from her nose, right before he gripped her chin and raised her face to his. He lowered his gaze to her lips. Cotton balls formed in her mouth. She licked her lips. Her eyelids drifted closed.
“What’s keeping you?” Molly called from outside the back door. “I’m ready for lunch so get a move on!”
He hissed out a curse and stepped back, releasing her. His gaze continued to hold hers a moment longer, almost as a promise. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, chow’s on.” His voice was a husky caress.
Emily couldn’t seem to make her legs move.
“Come on, Cinderella.” Grinning, Sam took her arm and tugged her in the direction of the door.

Hmm. I think I could stand to have that man around a while. How about you? 😉

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I’m thrilled to have Alicia Dean drop by for a visit today. Since this is her first time on my site, I have a few questions so my followers can get to know her. Plus she has a brand new book that has just come out that I’d love to hear about.

Welcome, Alicia!

Thank you so much for having me, Linda. I’m excited to share my latest release, Without Mercy, on your blog. It’s a book I’ve worked on off and on for more than five years, and I’m just happy to finally have it done.

For a limited time, the ebook is on sale for only 99¢ on the Kindle
or Nook.

That’s a great price! Will add your book to my TBR pile.

I know you’re an avid reader, so is there any particular book you’ve read that you wish you would have written?

Gone with the Wind. – Yesterday, I saw the movie at the theater and it was just as amazing as always. And, of course seeing it on the big screen was phenomenal. While the actors and the screenplay obviously were fantastic, the story itself, Margaret Mitchell’s novel, is unbelievable. I am so impressed at how she was able to create a protagonist in Scarlett O’Hara whose actions are somewhat despicable, yet we can’t help but love and admire her.

Do you have another occupation, other than writer? If so, what is it and how do you like it?

I do. I’m also an editor. And, I have a full-time job as a legal assistant for a family law firm. I love it. It’s extremely interesting (can we say all kinds of story material?), and my bosses and co-workers are awesome. I’m very blessed.

Wow. You’re really lucky to have a job you truly enjoy. A lot of people can’t say the same.

Next question: What do you love that most people don’t like and wouldn’t understand why you do?

Bad weather; cold, snow, rain, blizzards, everything except wind. I hate it when it’s warm and sunny. Give me gloomy, dark and cold any day.

You’re right. Most people wouldn’t understand that. Have you ever considered moving to Alaska? They have a lot of dark and cold days up there. LOL

What do you dislike that most people wouldn’t understand?

Muppets. They really, really annoy me. That fact was reinforced recently when Jimmy Fallon, for some crazy reason, had them on his show to help with his Hashtag segment. While I usually love that bit, I very much disliked it this time. I found it irritating. Not only are they not funny, they can make something that is funny unfunny.

Okay. I’m not going to touch that one considering we have the Muppet Christmas Carole in our stack of CD’s. 🙂 Interesting to know that about you, though.

Let’s change the subject a bit. What actors would you like in the main roles if your book were made into a movie?

Colin Farrell and Rachel McAdams. I patterned my characters after them, and I think they would be perfect for the roles. So…if either of you are reading this, my contact info can be found below.

{Waving hand enthusiastically} Yo! Colin…Rachel! We’ve got the perfect parts for you. Come on down. 😀

I’d love to find out a bit more about your book. A thriller I believe you said. Right? Oh, and I love, love, love your cover! Seriously.

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How far will a mother go to protect her child?
When an apparently random bank robbery turns out to be a sinister plan, single mother China Beckett is thrust into a nightmare.

A group of mercenaries take over her life, threatening her young daughter and everyone they love. Each time China makes a mistake, someone dies. She’ll fight to the last breath to protect her child, but with no idea what move will be the wrong one, that might not be enough.

As the lives of China’s loved ones are jeopardized, she must take action, although she has no idea where to turn—and time is running out. But then, a startling truth is revealed and China discovers that the only person who can save them might be a ghost from the past.

That sends chills down my spine. What else can you give us?


“Macklin Boyle.” He extended his hand to Emma. It was the first time China had heard his first name. Almost made him seem human—harmless. But she knew better.
Emma shook his hand, then trudged upstairs. China made a cup of instant coffee, not wanting Detective Boyle to stay long enough for a pot to brew.
“How do you take your coffee?” she called from the kitchen. “Is instant okay?”
“Beggars can’t be choosers.” His voice came from directly behind her.
She whirled, her hand flying to her heart. “You scared me.”
“I take it black. I guess it would make a person jumpy. All you’ve been through.”
“Yes.” She gritted her teeth. The way he hopped from topic to topic rattled her, which was probably why he did it. She handed him a mug, and he took it and sat at the breakfast table.
“Nice house.”
“Thanks,” she replied cautiously, but she didn’t think it was meant to flatter. This man did nothing without purpose.
She crossed her arms and leaned against the counter, waiting. For a split second, she was tempted to try to get some kind of message to him, letting him know of the trouble she was in. But the idea left as soon as it took hold. She had no idea how many people were involved, but she was chillingly certain they could get to the people she loved before the police could get to all of them.
He took a sip of coffee and looked around, slowly nodding. “Bank must pay you well.”
Ah. There it was. “No. This was my husband’s house.”
She’d bet he knew all about her, but answered anyway. “No. Divorced. Gary left the house to me.”
“Free and clear?”
“Yes.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “Detective Boyle, is there something I can help you with?”
“Just following up.” Another drink of the coffee. “You think of anything new to tell us?”
“No. No, I didn’t and no matter how many times you ask, I won’t.”
“I can’t. I’ve told you all I know.”
“Crazy stuff. The Norman branch getting robbed, too.”
Her eyes slid to the floor as she nodded. Damn. That was a tell. She looked back up at him. “It’s awful. I hope you catch these guys.”
“It’s the same guys?”
“What? I suppose. Why are you asking me?”
He shrugged. “You just seem so sure. I thought you might…know something.”
“I just assumed…I mean…so soon after, and the same way.” China threw her hands up in the air. “I don’t know. None of the robbers have been apprehended, so who knows, right?”
He finished his coffee and stood. “Yeah,” he nodded as he looked around some more, then his eyes narrowed on her. “Who knows?”

Yep. I’m definitely hooked! I hope all of friends out there are, too.

Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.

Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.

Here are all the places you can find Alicia on social media:
Website: http://aliciadean.com/
Blog: http://aliciadean.com/alicias-blog/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008364070487
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Alicia_Dean_
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/aliciamdean/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/468339.Alicia_Dean

Thank you so much for dropping by my blog, Alicia. Here’s wishing you major success with your latest endeavor!

[Now, go buy her book people! Thanks my friends. 😀 ]

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MIA or Just Goofing Off?

Hey gang,
I really haven’t disappeared. Well, not for long, anyway. I’ve been on the road for some personal business and neglected my website. So sorry! I did get some plotting issues worked out on my current WIP as well as a book (or two) that will follow it. Yes, I’m ‘finally’ writing a series. Sadly, it isn’t related to either of my first two books. More on this later.

If you entered the Rafflecopter drawing in the release day Blitz or Blog Tour for LAST HOPE ALASKA and are wondering if you won a prize or not, all the winners have been notified.

If you won, CONGRATULATIONS!!! I’m super happy for you and I sincerely appreciate you participating in my party.

Once Authors HQ has received the mailing info from everyone it will be forwarded to me. At that point I’ll be sending all the prizes out.

On another note: In a few days I’ll have an interview with Sam, the hero of LAST HOPE ALASKA, although he doesn’t consider himself one. Those are the best kind, don’t you think? Humble. Yeah, I really like that man. {deep sigh} I sure hope you like him, too. 😀

If you’ve read LAST HOPE ALASKA, I’d appreciate it if you would leave an honest review on Amazon, Barnes & Nobel or Goodreads. You have no idea how much that simple gesture means to an author. Thank you, my friends!

TWRP: http://tinyurl.com/ptbzymx
Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/lox33e9
Nook: http://tinyurl.com/pvjncn5
Kobo: http://tinyurl.com/qbe7o2m
iBooks: http://tinyurl.com/oz5dk5l

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