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Thursday’s Tiny Tales: Miracles

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this,” Sylvan grumbled, irately squashing the elf hat he had in his hands.

“Oh shush,” said Carlos, plucking the abused hat from out of Sylvan’s hand and straightening it before setting it on his head. “It’s for a good cause.”

Thrust was having their first holiday party, and donating the proceeds of the night to the local LGBT youth centre. Yeah, it was a good cause, but the elf costume was driving him crazy. It had little bells stitched on everywhere, even on his pointy shoes. He looked like a goof, totally unlike Carlos who was wearing the sexy boy version of a Santa’s costume with fur trimmed boots, red booty shorts and tight red tanktop with a Santa hat.

“My shoes fucking jingle when I walk, and these pants are giving me a wedgie. And this stupid shirt! It’s so. Damn. Itchy!” He let out a frustrated little roar and practically ripped the gaudy green shirt off. “I’m not wearing this piece of crap!”

Carlos laughed and kissed his shoulder before standing on tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Alright, alright. You don’t need the shirt then. But the shoes are festive and charming, and the pants make your ass look great.” With a sweet smile, he placed both his hands on Sylvan’s hips and slowly trailed them down to his ass and squeezed. “Feels great too.”

Sylvan blushed and ducked his head. “Whatever.”

Carlos’s answering chuckle was drowned out by a loud and slightly drunken “Merry fucking Christmas, motherfuckers!”

Smoke, one of their regulars and the one who had come up with the idea of the party, had just made his entrance, looking very much like a pornstar muscledaddy Santa Claus, replete with thigh high boots and the jacket open so his furred chest was framed by, um, the furry trim of the suit.

“Uhm,” said Sylvan, unconsciously rubbing against Carlos and shuddering, before he realised what was happening and pulled away. “Shit, sorry.”

“Nothing to apologise for, baby,” Carlos chuckled, looking between Smoke and Sylvan, a plan forming in his head. “Would be great to get him between us, wouldn’t it?”

Sylvan went very, very red. “Are you serious?”

“Do you want me to be?”

Sylvan looked at Smoke smugly collecting donations in his waistband and found himself nodding and biting the inside of his cheek.

“But it’s not like he’d pick us anyway. It’ll probably take a miracle.”

Carlos smirked. “Good thing it’s the season for miracles then, isn’t it?”

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Have a very happy holiday season, everyone!

The picture used does not belong to me. it is used for illustrative purposes only.

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Thursday’s Tiny Tales: Royals

[This is quite a bit longer than the usual ‘Tiny Tale’, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

The picture used does not belong to me. The artist is Fusanosuke Inariya.]

 Phillip bursts into into the prince’s room, only to find no prince in it. Hurrying back out, he runs into two guards, the ones who were supposed to be with the prince at all times.“Where’s the Prince?”

They look chagrined. “We were searching for him ourselves, sir.”

Phillip barely resists the urge to tear his hair out in frustration. “Little chance of him still being in the palace, then. You go to the stables, and I’ll look in the gardens.”

They salute him and rush off, and Phillip heads to the gardens, walking as fast as his ceremonial armor allows him to. Of all days for the prince to go missing, it has to be on the day of the royal wedding.

Muttering under his breath and swiftly dodging all the other palace staff who’re running about, making last minute preparations, he makes it out into the gardens. Since all the garden staff are busy decorating the banquet hall, the garden is deserted, making the prince easy to find.

Not that he’d have had any trouble anyway. The prince’s ceremonial armor has been polished to such an extent that it sparkles like a mirror in the cheery sunlight.

Now there’s a battle tactic, he thinks, smiling to himself. Blind the enemies with excessively sparkly armor.

Prince Gerard looks up from where he’s sitting on one of the many benches placed around the gardens.

“Prince Gerard, everyone’s looking for you so they can start the ceremony. What are you doing out here?”

“I shan’t say. You will laugh at me,” the prince responds, staring down at the grass.

The prince thought he’d laugh at sincere words? Phillip wouldn’t have that.

Crouching in the grass, he gently cups the prince’s chin. “Now, young prince, why do you say that? Do you really believe that I would laugh at something that has upset you so?”

Gerard looks into Phillip’s eyes through a fringe of golden hair, and he looks away. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t.” Phillip nods. “Now tell me, what is the matter? You don’t want to go ahead with the wedding?”

“Of course it’s not about the wedding,” Gerard says, and Phillip lets out a breath he isn’t even aware of holding. “But… I am afraid.”

Phillip is quite surprised. He knows the prince has been feeling upset lately, but he didn’t think the prince would be afraid of anything, not when he has Phillip and and and entire army to protect him. He tucks a lock of hair behind a delicate, royal ear. “Afraid of what, my prince?”

“Afraid that I won’t be good enough for the people of this country. I’m afraid I wont be any good at diplomacy, or strategy, or any one of those things that a prince and vassal is supposed to be good at. I am only good at painting, and drawing, and mixing herbs and tending the horses. I am afraid I… I’m afraid I will be a great disappointment to everyone who thinks I am a good choice for any royal undertaking.”

Phillip saw right through the rambling, of course. He’d known Gerard long enough. “Who told you that, Gerard?”

“No one,” he says, not meeting Phillip’s eyes.

“I promise I won’t yell at anyone, my prince. You can tell me.” Phillip wouldn’t yell at them, but he would have rather severe words with them, no doubt. Even if what they’d said was true. There was something to be said for tact, after all.

Gerard wasn’t suited to military strategy and death and violence. He was more suited to teaching and medicine. He would rather spend time with the palace healer than hold a sword in his hands.

“You cannot yell at the Queen Mother anyway,” Gerard says.

“Ah.” Well, no, he wouldn’t be able to yell at the Queen Mother at all. Perhaps, though, he would have gentle words with her. But had the Queen Mother really said that about her cherished Gerard, the golden lad who could do no wrong? “Are you sure you didn’t mishear her, Gerard?”

The prince shook his head. “No.”

Phillip considers this. “Do you want to be good at diplomacy or strategy?”

“You know I would rather clean the stables,” Gerard scoffs. “But when I am prince, it will be expected of me to fulfill certain roles. I don’t want to let anyone down, I don’t want to let you down—”

“You will never let me down, my sweet,” Phillip says, cupping Gerard’s cheek and placing a tender kiss on his forehead. “I only ever want you to be happy. I know you’d rather be a healer than you would a prince, but our fates are so that we cannot be anything but royals.” He strokes the bottom of Gerard’s soft, pink lips. “But you can use your power as prince to help our people. Set up a library like you always dreamed of. Train more healers. There’s more than one way to be a good prince, sweet Gerard, and you are one already.”

Gerard smiles shyly. “Do you think so?”

“Of course, dear heart. You are quite simply the best prince in all the land, by the sole virtue of being your sweet spirited self.” Phillip stands up, accompanied by the creaking of his armor, and holds a hand out for the prince to take. “Come, Gerard. Our people are waiting, and I for one don’t want to be yelled at on my wedding day by the Queen Mother. You know she gets awfully upset when we don’t keep time.”

Gerard smiles brightly and places his hand in Phillip’s. “Of course, my King.”

[End]

 

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Caffe Latte v2.0 now on Smashwords!

After reading a couple of reviews and after de-stressing in the (unexpectedly lengthened) holidays (cyclones, yo), I decided to do some re-writing of Caffe Late to make Francisco a little less douchey (poor guy didn’t deserve all the hate he was getting because of my sucky plotting IMHO. But on the other hand, if people still hate on him now at least I won’t feel responsible! Heehee).

Soo, here’s the slightly more expanded (and better) version of Caffe Latte, the first book in the love Like Coffee Series and all that jazz :P

Big, big thanks to Elizabetta for helping me out with this!

Blurb: Ben has been crushing on Francisco ever since the gorgeous man transferred into his university, but he’s

convinced himself that the Spanish Adonis wouldn’t be interested him at all. When they run into each other at the cafe Ben works at, it turns out that maybe Francisco is interested in him. But it seems Francisco’s still in the closet…

Caffe Latte is the first in the Love Like Coffee series, and is a contemporary, new adult romance featuring a cute gamer geek, a hot mechanic with dimples of doom and a quirky little café.

 

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Review: Milky Coffee and Office Gossip by Liza Kay

Title: Milky Coffee and Office Gossip (Sweet Snacks #2)

Author: Liza Kay

Genre: Contemporary Office Romance

Rating: 3.5 stars

I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review

This is an unabashedly fluffy read, with a hunky hot-shot lawyer type and a sweet-cute accountant who’s a little down on his luck. You will either adore it, or be annoyed with it, because of some things (stalking, manipulative characters, and SO MUCH sap ugh I am a sucker for the cheesy sappy romantic stuff).

Another reviewer said this sort of read like a yaoi manga, and I have to agree with them. I could imagine this unfolding as a manga, especially since the characters personalities are also similar to what is a “classic” pairing- ruthless macho man wielding some sort of power with a younger, more feminine, gentle and nurturing man. (At this point I should say I love stuff like that!)

While this isn’t something you haven’t seen before, or isn’t the same old thing done up in a new an exciting way, I still enjoyed it immensely, and would consider this one a familiar go-to read when I want something that gives me the warm and fluffy feelings (There are love letters in this book! SQUEEEEE).

Remington is a manipulative man and he knows it, and he sets his sights on Charlie because he knows getting Charlie will be easy, precisely because the younger man is having a low time after an unrequited love that he had bombed in his face (Charlie had stalked the other guy and because of that his rep around the office is sunk like the Titanic). So Remington knows that if he made his move now, Charlie would agree to a night out which would later turn into a night in between the sheets, and also boost his ego a little. (I did not like him at all in the beginning).

But during the actual event, Remington feels a connection with Charlie that makes him invite Charlie to stay the night. And then he makes it a regular thing, because, you know, sudden unexplainable feels and all. And Charlie likes Remington so he’s happy with what h can get (unwittingly falling for Remy’s brilliant scheme)

Charlie is a sort of ‘damsel in distress’ character whose distress (the whole stalking fiasco) is never explained in detail, but we have enough to outline what happened and that was enough for me.

And of course there’s a little road bump there where our heroes have some misunderstandings and stuff before they sort things out using love letters. I may have teared up a little even.

To be honest, I enjoyed this book a lot more than I expected to. It was nice, fun little timepass read. It kept me entertained and I liked the characters okay enough too. The chapter titles were great!

There were some editing errors, like ‘thump’ instead of ‘thumb’ and ‘plumb’ instead of ‘plump’ and the like, which were kind of annoying but these errors are few so I can excuse them.

Would recommend for people looking for a pop corn read that’s familiar and fluffy and full of sappy feels.

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Thursday’s Tiny Tales: Overachiever

Stepping into my bedroom after a long day at the office, I want nothing more than to curl up with my lover and fall asleep with my face buried in his hair.

One look at him standing near the window, upset written all over his face, and I know that’s not going to happen.

His eyes are closed, and his pain is written all over his face.

I don’t know what’s happened, but I know what to say. “It’s okay.” Because really,whatever it is, it’s okay. We can deal with it. I hate to see him so upset.

He shakes his head. His lips tremble.

“Aww, baby, no, dont cry… What happened? Whatever it is, we’ll handle it. Don’t be upset…”

“I misspelled counter-intuitive,” he whispers, voice haggard like a man confessing to mass murder, “so she only gave me an A. But I deserved an A minus.”

I hide my smile against his furrowed brow. “Of course you do, baby.” I rub his back and he leans into me. “Lets get some icecream and bitch about your evil professor, okay? Come on.”

He hesitates, then nods. I let myself smile. Precious overachiever, I think fondly.

I do not own the image used here. It is used only for illustrative purposes.

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Thursday’s tiny tales: Silence

He smiled so openly and sweetly; unless you knew what to look for, you’d never find it hiding in those cheerful eyes. I look at him petting my cat for a moment before I make my presence known.

“You’re here again,” I say by way of greeting.

He looks at me and his smile widened, putting dimples in his cheeks. “I just came by to see Coco,” he says, twirling Coco’s tail around his slender fingers. “Something smells nice. Are you making anything special today?”

I am, because today is a Sunday, and he always comes by on Sundays. “Yeah. I’m trying out an Indian dish. Sambhar, it’s called. You wanna try it?”

He hops up and follows me inside, excited. He has Coco cradled in his arms, and she lets him carry her without putting up a fuss. Perhaps she knows not to misbehave when Ethan carries her because of some sort of animal instinct. He hugs her against his chest with one hand, and pulls his beanie lower with the other, covering the purplish bruise on his temple.

I act like I don’t know what happened between him and his boyfriend earlier today, and bring him a plate.

He sits on one of my mismatched armchairs, Coco settled across his lap. I hand him a plate heaped with rice and the lentil gravy that I’d made, and sit down opposite him.

“Let the cat down,” I say, spooning up the rice-sambhar mix from my own plate. “keep the plate on your lap and eat comfortably.”

“But she’s settled down already.” he says, shrugging. “I don’t mind.”

We eat the food in silence. He says it tastes nice and gives me a bright smile, and it soothes me to see there isn’t anything hiding in his eyes. He’s genuinely happy now.

When we’re done, he takes his leave, tugging his hat lower again.

I watch him walk down the street to get back to his abusive boyfriend, and I say nothing.

[I do not own the image used here. It is used only for illustrative purposes.]

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Review: Hellbent by Sara Rayne

Title: Hellbent (Four Horsemen MC #5)

Author: Sara Rayne

Genre: Contemporary Biker romance

Rating: 5/5

I’ve been waiting for this book for THREE YEARS. I’m not even kidding. I’m glad I finally don’t have to wait anymore!

And let me tell you that this might be a rather biased review, because I love Shep. Absolutely adore him. Shep can do no wrong. And Pretty Boy too. Both of them are very special to me, because I’ve been seeing them making cow eyes at each other since book one and I was going friggin’ crazy with all the sexual tension.

I wanted to know their story so bad. SO BAD!

And finally they get their own book! My feels! MY FEELS!!

Shep is the VP for the Four Horsemen MC, and the only things that matter to him are the club and Pretty Boy. Pretty much everything he’s done is to make sure that Pretty Boy is safe.

Pretty Boy has been in love with Shep almost right from when they met, when it seemed like Shep was the only one in the whole world who gave a damn about him.

There is so much sexual tension between these two the screen just about sizzles and pops. Shep and Pretty Boy are made for each other. Shep keeps denying himself, because he feels like the Club should come first, and also that the MC members wouldn’t be very happy if he came out, since he’s heard some of them say… less than polite things about homosexuals.

Pretty Boy know Shep wants him, and he wants him back just as much, but he also feels like Shep deserves better than him.

My heart hurt reading about all the things that these two had to go through. It’s obvious that they’re both meant to be together. Everyone can see how Shep is protective of Pretty Boy, and how Pretty Boy’s eyes seem to constantly follow Shep around. He knows when Shep is coming just with the sound of his bike.

Both of these guys are badass and awesome. And they’re so tender with each other. I just about melted every time they were alone on screen because FEELZ! TENSION!EVERYTHING! WHY AREN’T THESE TWO PUTTING RINGS ON IT AND NAKED CUDDLING ALREADY?

When the Naked Cuddling does happen, it’s super friggin hot. It’s well written, emotional, genuine. (by the way… it wasn’t just cuddling… if you know what I mean. There was one particularly INTENSE scene in the back of a truck in the middle of a storm that BLEW MY MIND).

I may have felt tingles in my secret places.

When they finally get through all the tough shit, after all they’ve been through, they know finally that they’re it. And you know that they’re on their way to that HEA they so truly deserve. There’s some new shit going down with the bad guys, but Shep and Pretty Boy are going to be Okay, and that is all I need.

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Now that I’ve gotten my feels out of the way, I should probably say some things about the book and series itself that isn’t just me fangirling about Shep and Pretty Boy.

This book was well written and engaging. Pretty funny at times too, and super emotional. I really like the whole concept of Hell, Texas, and the four Horsemen MC. Each chapter in Hellbent starts with a rule from the prospects handbook, which is super nice, because Pretty Boy is a prospect. I loved the salute thing they have going on between the prospects and Shep.

And Beauregard! What a deliciously slimy, smarmy, charming villain! There’s just something morbidly fascinating about a guy in a suit who calmly shoots people in the knees while smiling at them. I would totally love to see him get a book of his own. Preferably with another dude, but I’m not holding high hopes about that. I’d love to see him with another guy who expertly plays mind games too. And there should probably be lots of angry hate sex, or lots of seduction. And a HEA, but that’s just the romantic in me speaking. The way things are going, I don’t even know if the MC will leave him alive? IDK. he’s one of my fav villains of all time though.

I don’t know if this book can be read alone, because it is pretty strongly related to the previous book. I think you at least have to read the one before this to get a sense of what’s going on.

But even if you don’t I think this book deserves all the love, because Shepherd and Pretty Boy deserve all the love.

ARC was very kindly provided by the author.

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Introducing Dee A. Version 2.0– Dee Aditya

Hello!

After some angsting and general unhappy puttering about one sleepless night (or is it really early morning?), I decided a change of name was in order.

Honestly, it was because I was very depressed with the results of googling “Dee A”. It’s a sad story, and kinda pathetic, so I’m not going to go into the details of that…

So now I’m Dee Aditya, and not Dee A. anymore. Though I guess everyone knows already, since I’ve changed my name everywhere except on Amazon.

I thought I’d make a new website and stuff to make my change of name a grander affair, but I feel like what I have now is much better than some of the others I’ve seen (that are free). So I guess nothing has changed except my name. (I’m honestly quite pleased with the change too :)  )

I’d have to thank Raevyn and the DRitC mods for altering my data on the website and over here, and Samantha for editing the cover for Scar, and SheReadsALot for helping me change the covers on the books’ Goodreads entries.

ETA: And also Debbie McGowan for listening to me whine.

Thank you so much guys!

Aaaand I’m out.

PS. Expect the cover for Kaapi to be out soon :)

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Applying for an EIN- it’s easy!

So I was super confused about getting this very important thing called an EIN.

Actually, I was super confused about the difference between an EIN and ITIN. I’m still confused (only a little) but my basic understanding is that an ITIN is for an individual, and and EIN is for a business entity. I am an individual, yeah, but I read that and EIN is also acceptable because I am sort of running a publishing thing, which can be called an entity, even if I’m only publishing myself. And besides, I think obtaining an EIN is easier?

You need an EIN if you want to publish anything AND make money from it. On Amazon you don’t need an EIN, just the Tax Identification number of your country. In India, this would be your PAN number (the Permanent Account Number is a ten-digit alphanumeric number, issued in the form of a laminated card, by the Income Tax Department [courtesy Google]).

Since I was very eager to obtain any and all IDs available that recognised me as an adult when I turned 18, I had that sorted out already. Yes, I had an income tax Id without any income, but the card was nice and shiny.

Also, applying for the PAN is super easy. You can do it completely online!

Sooo yeah, back on topic now.

You need an EIN if you want to publish on Smashwords. Not if you want to publish books and mark the price as free, but for setting a price, you need it. So yeah.

I got my EIN in under 15 minutes, and it’s easy peasy!

I’m going to share this experience with anyone who’s confused about the process of applying, because I’m a nice person (really, I am!!)

So here’s what happened:

Three days ago, I did some research bout EIN, ITIN, form no blah blah blah blah, etc.

The IRS lines for international customers works from Monday to Friday, 6:00 am to 11:00 pm, Eastern time.

General consensus was that the earlier you call, the lesser your waiting time. So after consulting some time converting sites, I found out that 6 am Eastern time is 3 pm Indian standard time. That was cool.

So I called them up, only to be told that the IRS wasn’t working. Because it was a Sunday. Since I was on a two week holiday, my sense of date/day was completely skewed. So I cursed myself and lamented that 10 seconds of listening to an electronic voice cost me 8 rupees.

I put if off until today, because I was pretty busy the past two days.

I topped up my phone balance (I’m on a pay-as-you-go type of thing, a.k.a a prepaid connection, so I needed to make sure that I didn’t get cut off in the middle of the call. So I topped it up for around 200 rupees, so after the VAT and stuff it came to around 188 rupees or so). I ate some candy.

Then I called up +1 267 941 1099, at around 4.00 pm, IST

I got a mechanical voice asking to press 1 for English. My phone’s proximity sensor thingie is broken, so I couldn’t do that. I ended up having to pull out the battery to cut the call. That was 8 more rupees gone. I cursed myself again and ate more candy.

After transferring my SIM card to my mother’s phone, I called them up again. And I pressed 1 for English.

The second thing said 1 for EIN and 2 for ITIN. My amazing brain decided this was the time to forget all the research I’d done about ITIN and EIN, and made my finger press 2.

And then I was told to wait, and my estimated wait time would be around 4-7 minutes. Soft music played, interrupted every 30 seconds or so by a mechanical voice making announcements about the IRS services. After waiting 5 minutes, I finally decided I was an idiot and I hung up. 48 rupees. Gone.

I managed not to cry by stuffing my face with even more candy. (Cadbury eclairs, if anyone was wondering.)

ONCE AGAIN I called up the number, pressed 1 for English, and 1 again to obtain an EIN (like a good girl).

They put me on hold. I had a stopwatch application open, and I sweated nervously as the seconds ticked by with no response. Then finally a soft female voice spoke, like a choir of angels: “Hello.” She said a series of numbers in a calm and measured voice that I think was her employee ID or something? “How can I help you?”

Still eyeing the stopwatch, I heaved a sigh of relief, cuz it had been only 2 minutes or so. “I’d like to apply for an EIN, please?”

She asked me why. Actually, she said something that was a little too low for me to hear, so I said “sorry?” and she said, “why do you need the EIN?” I blabbered something about being an author and needing it for my Amazon’s and Smashwords’ tax information.

Then she asked me for my name. I spelled it out for her. My name is pretty long, so spelling it out was a little torturous. But we got through that.

Then she asked me if I had something like a trade name.

“Uhh… I write under a pen name, does that count?”

She said it did, so I told her my author name.

Then she said, “I’m sorry, but I have to put you on hold for a moment.”

I freaked. My stopwatch was running, and we were already at like, 4 minutes. I nervously sweated some more and started humming to myself, praying for her to return quickly. She returned after a minute and fifty seconds. Whew.

She apologised and I laughed a little in relief and graciously brushed it off (trufact). She asked me for the street address, which was EVEN MORE torturous than my full name because that shit is pretty long. The lady asked me “Are you sure all this is your street address?” And I said, “Yeah. Yeah, all of it. I’m sorry.” And she sort of laughed and said it was okay.

After spending three minutes or so on that, (my heart hammering away) we got to City, the state or province, Post code, and Country.

Then she asked me for my phone number, which I gave along with my country code.

She asked me a few other things, like did I have an American address or phone number, did I have any other employees, and one or two other things which now I’ve forgotten, but my answer to all of it was no. I didn’t have anyone in America, and I am the owner and the only person in this business.

Then she asked me when I started my business, which is actually when I first published my book. So I told her the publishing date.

And then, she repeated all of it, spelled it out, so I could make sure that all of it was correct. There were two spelling errors, and we changed those. She said “One moment…”

…and then the golden words: “I’m going to tell you your EIN, so please note it down and then say it back to me.”

SUCCESS!

I quickly wrote down my EIN in my diary, and recited it back to her.

“Very good,” she said. “Is there anything else I can help with?”

“No,” I breathed. It was done. I had that all-important EIN! “Thank you. Thank you so much!”

She sort of giggled. I don’t think she’d ever heard anyone anyone sound as grateful as I did, maybe. “Have a nice day.”

“You too,” I chirped, and cut the call.

And then? Dancing ensued. Not just any old happy dance. Oh no. This one was local, Chennai style. I might have scared my dog.

Then I ate more candy. So much more candy.

I got a message from my service provider: Last call was charged from Main Bal= 120.00 and duration: 00:14:32. Remaining main Bal= 4.730

That’s my first actual investment in my writing career! I guess I’l have to sell around… 2 books priced at $1.99 to recover that, won’t I?

Hee!

Thank you for reading, and I hope all this rambling helps someone out there!

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How to have a great DRitC experience.

I read this really cool article by Gillian St. Kevern, and I think she got all of it down pat. Click the link to find out about how to have the best Don’t Read in the Closet experience!

How to have a great DRitC experience.

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