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Release Date Coming Up!

February 10th The Changing comes out on Kindle. I am very excited to share the final book in this trilogy with all of you. I know some people have been waiting a long time for this conclusion, and I hope it is all you hoped for and more!

I'm excited to hear what you think, so grab a copy, give it a read, then post a review!

100 Reviews!

I was so thrilled when Troven got its 100th review!

Thanks so much for everyone who has read and reviewed The Troven over the past year!​

One of the great joys I get as an author is seeing what you have to say about my books.

Thanks for a great year! Keep those reviews coming! Some fun things to come in 2017!

This Book is Random Silly Review

I saw this video and thought it was a very random review for a very random book! Thanks for the review Randy! It's always fun seeing people enjoying the things I write and having some fun with them! Keep reading and keep letting me know what you think!

Merry Christmas Sale!

​Troven is now on sale for the Christmas Season! Check it out for just $0.99 for a limited time.

A great gift for your friends who love a fantasy adventure!

For centuries, young men in their eighteenth year have been sent away from the small village of Dungan for a year-long exile as they begin their journey into manhood. This traditional exile, the Troven, was instituted so that young men may find themselves, find their purpose, and find their place in the world. When Kaz Kinsley and his three friends leave to begin their Troven, all they have on their minds is getting to the first sign of civilization and finding a way to survive on their own. Fate has more in mind for these young men, though. Stone Seekers are on the move, sent by the evil sorcerer Mordyar to find six magical stones, each with the power to enhance one of six gifts every person in Denall is born with. When Kaz unknowingly comes into possession of the Sight Stone, he and his friends become part of the story of the Stones of Power, and their Troven suddenly becomes something much more.

Grab a copy now in time for the release of final book in this series. The Changing.
Some Free Fantasy Books for Christmas! Here are two more books that are going on sale for free from December 24th - December 26th. Click on the cover to grab your own copy!

The Changing: Cover Reveal

The Kingdom of Denall trilogy comes to a dramatic close with Kingdom of Denall book 3: The Changing coming out in February, and available for Kindle Pre-order now! Click Here.

Again Bob Kehl has done an amazing job on the cover art for The Changing! Love how he captured Maggie and the feel of the entire book in his amazing art!

About the book:

Five out of six of the Stones of Power have been identified, and are held by individuals who have been drawn together by fate as they each seek to protect the Kingdom of Denall from evil within and threats from without. Now, as the stone holders scatter across Denall in their efforts to track down Mordyar's supporters and defend their island nation from invasion, the mystery of the Changing continues to loom. What is the sixth gift? Where is the final stone, and what will happen when all of the Stones of Power are finally gathered together?

Reviews

Being an author is fun in a lot of ways. I get to create new worlds, characters and adventures and I get to bring other people into my mind through storytelling.

It has also been fun since the release of The Troven to get feedback from readers. My daughter came up to me and punched me one time for something I did to a character, that must have been nice for her since she's always reading, and never able to fully express to authors how frustrated she gets when things don't go the way she thinks they should.

Some other people have reached out to me by my facebook author page, commented on this blog, and I've also gotten reviews through goodreads and Amazon. It has been mostly well received, but I've also gotten some pretty harsh reviews. And that is to be expected. Not everyone is going to like everything.

I've actually been very pleased with the reviews overall and taken into consideration some of the pointers given in them when writing Secrets at the Keep and The Changing. I enjoy getting feedback from people to help make my books better, so thank you for reaching out and thanks for everyone who also tells me when they think the books are great. It's always rewarding to get that kind of feedback.

In September I released another book, one that is just goofy random thoughts I've had and written down. It's called This book is Random. The reviews I've gotten on this book just make me laugh, and I want to thank the people who have taken the time to read this book and give feedback.

One reader wrote: "I give the book three stars. Just a random rating for a random book. I just like three. Don't ask."

That one cracked me up.

Another reader said, "Thank you, Mr. Buffington for the giggles!"

That was super kind!

And one that I think might be my favorite to date was a note from a reader on Goodreads that sort of encapsulates the book perfectly.

They simply wrote: ?????

HA HA HA! I love that review!

The most frequent comment on review for books in the Kingdom of Denall is that you're anxious for The Changing. I'm working every day to get that one done and make it an explosive and satisfying ending to this trilogy.

It has been a great adventure for me making this books and sharing my stories with you.

​Thanks so much for reading, keep sending the love through your reviews!

$250 Giveaway! Enter by adding Troven to your Goodreads Reading list!

Really happy to be part of this $250 giveaway! To enter you can follow the rafflecopter below. Notice one way to enter is to Add The Troven to your Goodreads 'To Read' Shelf. If you have already read The Troven, show some love and give it a nice rating!

Good luck everyone!

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October 15th to November 15th

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YASH Winners!

Huge Congrats to the Young Adult Scavenger Hunt Winners!

BLUE TEAM : Breanna Broad

GOLD TEAM : Beth Long

GREEN TEAM : Jana Hill

ORANGE TEAM : Emi Curtis

PURPLE TEAM : Lori Blackburn

RED TEAM : Cailin Sumpter

BONUS HUNT : Caitlin Opeil

I also had a giveaway of my most recent book, This Book is Random.

I want to announce the winners of this: Jordan W from Canada, and Anika C from the USA. Great job the two of you!

Then I thought to myself, "E Gerald," cause that's what I call myself, "What would be more random with a random book drawing than having everyone win?"

So that's what I'm doing! If you signed up for a copy of This Book is Random through the rafflecopter you are getting an e-book copy in your inbox! I sent it out yesterday so if you did sign up and it has not come, check your trash folder, or the filter. Thanks so much for participating!

Enjoy the book, and if you love it be sure to leave a review on Amazon, and tell your friends about it! :) 

*Note* The book and its contents are copyrighted by Eric Buffington 2016. The book is non-transferable, do not send the file to others. If they want a copy, they can get it for $0.99 on Amazon.

Extra Content: The Troven

With the Young Adult Scavenger Hunt completed, I wanted to share the bonus material that I did create for that hunt. Thanks so much for everyone who visited the site and participated. I'll be posting the winners of the Rafflecopter later on today and reaching out through e-mail to them with their copies of 'This Book is Random'


Bonus Material: Web Exclusive Extra from The Troven:

Garin groaned and rolled over slowly in his bed. In his foggy sleepiness he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but his enhanced hearing told him someone was standing in his room, and he knew exactly who it was. He tried to act asleep so his twin would leave him alone, but with another poke in the ribs he was quickly learning that there was no putting him off. “What do you want?” Garin asked in a low whisper as he turned over to look at his brother.

Farin was dressed in dark brown pants and an equally dark shirt and he had a coil of rope around his arm. “Get dressed,” he urged. “We don’t have much time!”

Garin shook his head slowly. He knew it wasn’t a good idea, and he was surprised that Farin was actually going to do this on the night before their Troven, but of all the crazy things his brother dragged him into, this was one he was actually very okay with doing. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he slipped into some clothing. Farin attached the rope to his bed and they lowered themselves out the window with the other end making sure to be completely silent. Their mother had enhanced hearing and they knew that even the slightest sound would rouse her.

Once on the ground, they crouched low and quietly as possible dashed through the garden and down the path towards the village. It wasn’t a long walk, but traveling at night always seemed to take longer. “Farin, I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”

“I had to,” Farin replied with a mischievous smile. “You’re my favorite twin brother, how could I live with myself if I didn’t help you out?”

“Help me out?” Garin said incredulously. “You’re dragging me out of the house on the night before we are exiled from the village. The one way you could really help is to let me sleep.”

“Sleep is for grandmothers,” Farin argued. “We’re young, and your love awaits.”

“She’s probably asleep,” Garin argued. He hadn’t seen Fenn since their small argument the previous day so he wasn’t sure how happy she would be to see him, especially dressed in dark clothing, sneaking to her house at night. “What are you expecting to happen?”

Farin stood dramatically on the road with his hands raise to the sky. “You’ll look up to her window,” he began in a voice that was trying to be romantic. “As you are watching the window will crack slightly and you’ll know that she has been waiting for you too, willingly sacrificing her sleep in expectation of your visit.”
“Now I know you’re being ridiculous,” Garin said interrupting his brother.

Farin playfully punched his brother in the gut, “Don’t interrupt,” he chided. “You climb up onto the porch roof, helped by your strong and faithful brother I might add, and then the window opens and you see her there.”
Although Garin was against the idea of sneaking out at night to see Fenn, the story Farin was making up actually sounded pretty great. In his mind he was picturing what it would be like to see her beautiful face, and he hoped she would be happy to see him one more time before he left. What he really wanted, was to finally share their first kiss and hear her make a vow to wait for him until his Troven was finished.

“Then,” Farin continued his dramatic tale, “she will reach out and take your hand and tell you, “I’m sorry Garin, I’ve been in love with your superior-in-every-way-brother for all these years.” That’s pretty much what will happen,” Farin concluded as he dodged Garin’s attempt to give him a kick in the pants.
“I really don’t know why I let you get me into these things,” Garin admitted.

“Shhh!” Farin cautioned as they approached Fenn’s house. It was one of the larger houses in the village of Dungan, so he would need to quietly climb up onto the porch roof to get to Fenn’s window as Farin had described, but Garin wasn’t sure how that would work with Fenn’s mother having the gift of enhanced hearing. “There,” Farin said pointing at the back corner of the house.

Garin followed his brother to the spot he had pointed and found a small barrel they would use to give them the extra height they would need to boost Garin up onto the porch roof. Farin stood up on the barrel and cupped his hands expectantly. Garin stood for a moment in hesitation. Was he actually doing this? It was one of the more crazy things his brother had convinced him to do and he wasn’t entirely sure it would work. Farin shook his hands and looked urgently at his brother as if to say, “Come on! What are you waiting for?”

Without waiting another moment, he climbed up on the barrel and placed his foot into his brother’s cupped hands. He reached up and grabbed the edge of the roof then with a boost from below he was quickly up onto the roof. He silently moved across the roof towards Fenn’s window, not sure how she would react to him being there, but having gone too far at this point to turn back.

As he inched closer her window opened a crack, then some slender fingers appeared and pushed it the rest of the way open. Garin’s eyes just about bulged out of his head when he found himself face to face with Fenn’s mother. “Hello young man,” she said in a stern voice. “How may I help you tonight?”

Behind her mother, Fenn stood looking down at her feet as if she was also caught doing something wrong. She looked up to meet Garin’s eyes and smiled before she looked back down again. He had no idea what to say. He was caught. “I guess I could use a rope if you’ve got one,” he said. “It would help me get down off this roof.” He was pleased that his response made Fenn smirk, but her mother only scowled even deeper.

“Young man, tomorrow I will have a very serious talk with your parents. I don’t care that you are leaving on your Troven, this behavior is completely unacceptable.”

From the corner of his eye Garin saw Fenn step up next to her mother and tap her on the shoulder, then she looked at Garin with a stern look that matched her mothers. “Yes, Farin Segris,” she said in agreement emphasizing his brother’s name. “I can’t believe you would do this. Get down off this roof immediately!” She pulled the window closed and shut the curtains behind them.

Garin chuckled as he moved to the edge of the roof and jumped down. He rolled when he hit the ground and stood up to see an angry glare from his brother. “Have I mentioned how much I hate having you for an identical twin?” Farin asked.
 
 

Young Adult Scavenger Hunt! (It's On!)

Welcome Scavenger Hunters! Thanks for stopping by.

Huge Thank you to Colleen Houck and her team for putting together this scavenger hunt! It's such a fun event each year! I'm so happy to be part of it!

For those who follow my blog/books ​I have some bonus material from The Troven. It is a part of the story that I think is super fun especially for fans who read the book, but it's also a funny sequence for everyone. It is hidden somewhere in the world of Young Adult Scavenger Hunt 'Green Team' blogs.

What you are lucky to get on this blog is some exclusive stuff from Ann Aguirre. So her exclusive bonus content is on my blog, and you'll need to follow the links at the end of this post if you want to get to my stuff.

So along with that bonus sequence, I've got a couple of fun things happening, and I have a great give-away and a special limited time deal for you, but first let's take care of the rules:

How this works:

Young Adult Scavenger Hunt has six teams. I'm part of Team Green (the best team). Our blogs are all linked together and we're sharing exclusive material from other authors on our team. If you want to win an autographed book from each author on Team Green, here's what you need to do.

Each blog post will have a number, some cool material, and a link.

Collect the number from each blog post and add them up. The numbers should stand out and be in color. (that's the scavenger hunt part)
Read the cool material and while you're at the blogs enter into all the fun drawings and give-aways the authors are posting.
Click on the link to go to the next site.

Once you have the total of all the numbers added up, you will submit that number with your information to this site. (Click Here)

The winner will be announced, we'll send you your prizes! Pretty straight forward!

​If you are still unclear, full directions are given on YASH official How to Hunt page.On to the Main Event!Before I share with you an exclusive deal and give-away I have running right now to celebrate the YASH I want to introduce you to Ann Aguirre, one of the amazing authors on the Green Team. In this exclusive material I'm sure you'll find at least 6 reasons that you'll want to visit her blog before the day is out!
(That's the number part so now it's time for the cool material)Bonus Material from Best Selling Author Ann Aguirre​I am the hero of my own story.
 
It is an endless one, full of boys and girls I've loved, and killed. Though broken might be more accurate… like toys forgotten at the back of the wardrobe. They're not always dead when I lose interest but they're never the same, either. I am, I am... easily bored.
 
I am the wicked impulse that makes you lie, even when you know the truth is kinder. I'm the shadow in the back of your mind that makes you wonder if you could've done better, if you settled, and in that moment, the answer is always, always a resounding yes, and the resultant explosion when you torch your life in a madness of unrealistic expectation, yes, I'm the one watching it all burn.
 
Your pain is my candy.
 
In truth, I wish it was otherwise, but I am drawn in certain lines. When you examine a painting, do you wish the colors were softer, brighter, or that the artist had drawn a cat instead of a fish? Perhaps. But that would be another picture entirely. 
 
I hate everything that lives, because I do not. You made me. What monsters create such things unchecked? You lit candles and whispered my name, invoked me, and then your minds changed. You turned from me. 
 
The centuries are chains I can never cast off. I am always, always the King of Fools. There remain a handful who worship me, twins in an icy land who claim I've taken them to wife, but since my children perished, I have no taste for it. You murdered them, cut them open like beasts and bound me with their entrails. For eons, I burned beneath the poison cup, and poor Sigyn, whose only crime was loving me, died for my freedom. There has never since been such loyalty, such devotion. I blame you all for her death, such beautiful innocence, and the world, poorer for her loss. Sometimes… sometimes, I could almost forgive you, son of Heimdallr. Because you dreamed her first… and I had her love.
 
She was radiant. There is no other word. Shall I tell our story? You’re nodding. But then, you can do little else.
 
My Sigyn had eyes like a mountain lake, endlessly blue. She sang as birds do, sweetly and without artifice. And the way she loved me… her compassion and fidelity, it was matchless. She shone, did Sigyn. I was given to her as a promise and as part of your story. I didn’t want to marry her. Even then I understood my nature—how you had created me. But the stories gained ground; your belief made it real. So I went down the stony path to her cottage in the realm you had made for us. It was a mad, wondrous place with monsters and beasts and gods clashing like petty despots in your world. We are everything you strive to be, you see. You gave us your fantasies and aspirations and made us act them out.
 
I am too fine a thing to be your puppet, cage-monkey. Yet I caper on the strings, even still. They’re razored into sinew and bone. No matter how fast I dance, you always call the tune.
 
But to my proposal… she said yes, of course. It was written. So I took my lovely bride into the rose-bedecked cottage and loved her well, in my way. Of course, there were two fine sons. You know this much; I could never stay. I am the whisper on the wind and the bright sparkle on the horizon. What a cruel thing, to show me peace, let me taste it, but curse me never to drink my fill. You doomed me to wander, ever restless, ever hungry.
 
More cruelty, since I am not a mortal creature, I remember… everything. Her brightness. Her delight in me. How overjoyed she was, each time I returned, and if I broke her heart a thousand times, she never showed me. I wish she had, but she couldn’t, for that was the way you made her, too. As I hover on the brink of forgiveness, I remember that.
 
You made me this way. Unable to love her. Changeable, like the wind. You etched my contours so I take terrible, sudden passions, and I chase madness as some do games of chance or strong drink. I devour chaos and thrive on mischief. I was—and am--incapable of returning the devotion she deserved. In the end, I became a faithless husband, a troublemaker, a murderer, all for your stories. I played my role like an actor on the stage. I couldn’t stop; you wouldn’t let me.
 
And when the hell you created for us rained down, do you know how long she nursed me? The burns on her hands yet she never spoke a word of complaint. And while I writhed in utmost agony because the poison bowl was full, she wept to see me suffer.
 
In the end, her death freed me. This, this did not make it to your stories. You have written that I’m enchained even now, my torment never to be ended until the day I burst forth and declare an end to all things, when I become, in truth, the Breaker of Worlds. But when that was recorded, people had stopped believing. We weren’t real to you anymore, and the story became our own.
 
Ah, you’re crying. Hm. I wouldn’t have thought you had the water to spare.
 
I have not been kind to you, little one. What little gentleness was granted me, I choked it down when Sigyn died. One by one, you have killed every creature dear to me. Therefore, what have I learned from you? Grief. Mmm, yes. I will cherish feeding every bite back.
 
You flinch. Those eyes rebuke me.
 
Yet what right have you to judge when you are wicked because you choose it? This has been forced up me, aye, forced upon us all. You gave us all your base desires and shadow magic, then turned us loose. Now, now there are so many legends come to life, so many stories. And your imaginations turn bleaker still, venturing even to atrocities that chill my blood. You created me thus, sons of Heimdallr. Why were your dreams so dark in those days? That is the question I turn back to you, but none of you have ever been able to answer it, not for pain or pleasure or any delicious combination of the two.
 
No, you bleat. It’s not my fault.
 
Where does the sin stop, then? Shall we hang all your poets and burn the dreamers down to slivers of ash and bone?
 
You claim you want a quiet life, but I’ve glimpsed your rotten core. Someone wrongs you, only a small slight, and your mind blazes with dreams of retribution. I’ve rarely seen any sign that humans desire anything more than sex or violence. Both, usually. You are such primitive things.
 
I suppose you understand now why I despise you. If you were an angel with gossamer wings, gleaming with brilliance and wonder, would you be elated that your maker was, in fact, a primate toying with its own excrement?
 
Yes, we loathe you.
 
The worst of it is that we need you, too. In addition to the darkness and the madness, you also made parasites of us. We cannot wash the world clean until we’re willing to end also. And there is nothing more alarming—the end of being—The Great Nothing. I cannot name the day when I would gladly swing aboard the Naglfar and bring about your destruction, uncaring what it may cost me. Do you hear, cage-monkey? You have not yet driven me to that desperation, though there’s a worm in me, chewing, chewing. My guts are well aerated, showing light and sorrow.
 
I cannot say how long I can bear this. The others play the game to while away eternity but for me, time stopped when I held Sigyn’s lifeless body in my arms. She melted in my fingers, back to light, because she was made of love, and it cracked my chains. That is her story. I could’ve brought the Twilight of the Gods, then. It was foretold, after all. Did you know that I can cry? It was a revelation to me, too.
 
That is the truth of it. I crept away instead of starting a war. By then, I’d lost prominence in your world and for quite some time, I wanted to be nothing. I tried. But there was too much faith, so long ago, and so I am real. I am yours.
 
Do you treasure me? Coyote. Crow. Mercury. Hermes. Iktomi. Gwydion. I can name forty-two trickster gods, all with their own lore. And I have worn all your robes over time, lived all those stories. Small wonder if I’m ruined now, like the toys I mentioned. You shiver when I say so, little one.
 
But what are you, if not my plaything? If your kin cherished you, would I have found you?
 
I am the hero of my own story, if heroes whisper to weeping boys, stolen so long ago. Has it been ten years or a hundred? I wonder. How strange, little one. You might be Thomas the Rhymer, gone away to Elfland, and returned with the gift of prophecy. I could be a faery queen for you. Tell me, do you see sweetness in your future? Don’t whimper so. You’re not yet one of my broken toys and there’s only me to comfort you. The ones that birthed you have gone to dust. Yes, everyone you knew or loved are food for maggots. Or not even that, now, but bones and wisps of hair.
 
If you’re good, I’ll take you to see their graves. If you remember their names. No, don’t bite your tongue. The blood will choke you.
 
Come, walk with me. I’ll open the door for you. Let’s find something good for you to eat. Yes, real food, not spider webs and dust. It’s all right; you can lean on me. It’s incredible that you will. No matter how much I kick, there’s only blind, terrible devotion. Perhaps you are one of my damaged dolls after all… or you were simply meant to end up in my cage.
 
Did you know? Sometimes your kind still whispers a prayer to me now and then, and there are so many names, so many stories. I weary of them all. You call me Trickster. Magicians invoke me to make their illusions seem true. The oldest of your people squat around fires and chant of me, telling the oldest tales—of Crow and Coyote. I can be a bird or a wolf for you, if you tire of this face. Spider, too, or a bad omen bird, wheeling overhead to haunt your dreams.
 
Hm? My wish? But you cannot grant it. You have even less power than me. So what’s the point of answering, other than to sate your curiosity?
 
Fine. This once, I’ll act as if you have the right.
 
I wish… for a name of my own and a face that does not change. And a cottage with Sigyn, or someone who loves me like that. I wish for time to weigh on me like a stone until it makes me slow and silver, until there comes a natural conclusion.
 
It is a small dream for a small god.
 
Ah. I’m so tired. The end creeps close… and closer still, not in anger but exhaustion. In my heart, I remain the Breaker of Worlds. It has been foretold that I will captain the ship Naglfar, a vessel forged from the finger and toenails of the dead, and that I shall see Fenrir and Jörmungandr again on that day. Will Sigyn come then from the land of the dead, if I tear the veils? Can I write that story? The seas will rise; mountains will crumble. I will bring the world's end, and with your last gasps of breath, you will ask, "Why? Why?"
 
The answer is clear.
 
Because you made me. That was intense!!!!

Hope you enjoyed it. If you're looking for more information about NYT best selling author Ann Aguirre here's some links you can follow:

Author Bio

Ann Aguirre is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author with a degree in English Literature; before she began writing full time, she was a clown, a clerk, a voice actress, and a savior of stray kittens, not necessarily in that order. She grew up in a yellow house across from a cornfield, but now she lives in sunny Mexico with her husband, children, and various pets. She likes books, emo music, and action movies. She writes all kinds of genre fiction for adults and teens.

See more from Ann at: http://www.annaguirre.com/ Check out her book Infinite Risk here: 
http://www.annaguirre.com/books/ya-novels/infinite-risk/

​In a world of infinite risk, the stakes have never been so high.
Beyond the pull of life and death lies the Immortal game. Edie Kramer has leaped back to put things right and save the boy she loves. Alone in the wrong timestream, she must reinvent herself and square off against dangerous Immortals determined to win this mortal match once and for all.
But righting past wrongs carries fresh dangers. As she navigates a new school and tries to put Kian on a different path, she also battles those will stop at nothing to keep her from derailing their deadly schemes. With few allies and her first love treating her like a stranger, Edie faces the most dangerous enemy of all―time itself. Yet she’s come a long way from that dark night on the bridge, and when her back’s to the wall, she’ll go down fighting…
Special Offers for YASH As I was preparing for YASH I talked with my amazing publisher and he agreed to run a special offer for The Troven October 4-9th. Whether you win the YASH or not, you can grab a copy of The Troven for just $0.99 now on Kindle. This is an exclusive limited time offer that is being done to coordinate with the YASH, so please take advantage of it and grab your copy today!

​Click here to start that adventure for only a dollar!

The Troven
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For centuries, young men in their eighteenth year have been sent away from the small village of Dungan for a year-long exile as they begin their journey into manhood. This traditional exile, the Troven, was instituted so that young men may find themselves, find their purpose, and find their place in the world. When Kaz Kinsley and his three friends leave to begin their Troven, all they have on their minds is getting to the first sign of civilization and finding a way to survive on their own. Fate has more in mind for these young men, though. Stone Seekers are on the move, sent by the evil sorcerer Mordyar to find six magical stones, each with the power to enhance one of six gifts every person in Denall is born with. When Kaz unknowingly comes into possession of the Sight Stone, he and his friends become part of the story of the Stones of Power, and their Troven suddenly becomes something much more.
Enter Here to win a Book that is sure to make you laugh!Below is a quick easy way for you to enter to win a copy of my most recent book, This Book is Random. It's a book of humorous quotes, thoughts and every day experiences that is sure to make you laugh. So Before you go on to your next site, take a moment and enter to win your own very random book.a Rafflecopter giveaway Continuing on your Scavenger Hunt
Your next stop on the Young Adult Scavenger Hunt is to visit Brynn Chapman. Author of Requiem Red. Have a great time and Good Luck!
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