Wednesday, July 16, 2014

#RockingSummerRomance with Dany Rae Miller

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IT’S NEW. IT’S FREE. AND YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE IT.

 

If sexy alphas and smart witches are your thing, you’ll want to hurry over to Dany Rae Miller’s website.

 

As she puts the final polish on Soft Shatter, she’s posting the entire 90,000+ word novel there for free. Chapters 1-10 are up now and you will get two new ones each week.

 


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THE BLURB

All Shavone Gentil wants is to find her runaway sister. When witchcraft fails to provide answers, she does what any practicing witch would do – use her sex appeal on wolves who might be able to help. She focuses on three wolves in particular: one wolf has been in love with her since childhood, a second who quickly falls under her spell and a third who could quite possibly be the most important person in her life.

 

THE WARNING

Soft Shatter contains explicit sexual content. In fact, all Wolven Moon novels are intended for mature readers, ages 17+, only.

 

Because it's adult material – with a much-anticipated four-chapter love scene, you’ll need a super secret password to get in. Go here to get your password: http://danyraemiller.com/soft-shatter/

 

Readership is growing fast. So, click over right now and help launch what could be the next sensational erotic romance series.

 

Dany Rae is all over social media these days. Find her on your favorite platform:





 

 

   
Thanks for sharing Dany,


Tina

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

A Dog's Story - Astro's Adventures on #RockingSummerRomance by Susan Day




 

Astro’s answers to my quickie questions:

Ice Tea or Lemonade:

I’m not allowed to drink ice tea or lemonade. I prefer to drink crisp clean water collected from rippling, babbling brooks set in the highest mountains. But tap water’s fine too.

 

Lake or Ocean:

As a dog I prefer the ocean – it’s a wave thing. I know there are waves on some larger lakes but let’s face it, nothing beats the running in and out, in and out, in and out biting waves! That’s awesome!

 

Sandals or Flip Flops:

I’m easy when it comes to footwear. I like to chew them all. Some sandals offer a bit more of a challenge – removing the straps and not choking on the buckles but then flip flops are so, so chewy. I can’t decide!

 

Sit in the Shadow of a Tree or on the porch:

As a very furry hound I prefer to lounge about under the shadow of a tree. This also gives me every opportunity to chase the cat whenever possible.

 

Ball cap or Floppy hat:

See footwear – I like to chew them all!

 

 

Here is the blurb to Astro’s first book (there are 7 altogether):

 

A secret organisation exists without detection and operates right under our very noses. Its sole purpose is to save dogs from neglect. It is manned by a tunnel digging terrier who carries a diamond encrusted nail file. A large dog for which the complexities of door handles are a complete mystery and who, instead, opens everything with his head. As well as, a commando, khaki wearing Blue heeler who is armed with a hunting bone and a smell grenade. And that’s just to name a few!

 

In The Great Escape, we meet Astro, possibly one of the most spoilt dogs in the world. He calls on this secret organisation to save him from what he falsely assumes is imprisonment and neglect.

 

When Commander Rocky, head of The Organisation, finds out that Astro is not telling the truth he decides to teach him a lesson. Rocky takes Astro to the one place all dogs dread, The Check Out!

 

However, things don’t go to plan and Commander Rocky learns that below the shallow exterior of a grey shaggy dog is a brave, kind hearted hero.

A hero called Astro.

 

 

500 word excerpt:

The Great Escape

 

Commander Rocky and Astro came out of the tunnel into the bright sunlight. Commander Rocky pushed Astro towards the office but Astro didn’t want to go.

 

“Look,” Astro whispered, “I think there’s been some sort of mistake. I’m a house dog. I live in a warm house with my own bed and food bowl. My owner wipes my feet when they’re wet and takes me for a walk every day. I mean I’m not really cut out for this type of thing.…”

 

Commander Rocky put his paw over Astro’s mouth, “If you want to return to your precious home, then I’d keep quiet if I were you and do as you’re told.”

 

Astro was silenced. He was very frightened.

 

The warden came around the corner with an old brown dog. Commander Rocky and Astro ducked behind a building and waited for them to pass.

 

“Where’s he taking that old dog?” whispered Astro.

 

“I’ll show you,” answered Commander Rocky and he trotted in the opposite direction.

 

He led Astro around the corner of an old building and then slipped in between a cyclone wire gate and a post. Astro followed but he was very scared. It was very dark inside the cell block. This shocking place smelt of strong disinfectant but there was another smell which was even more awful than Alfie: The smell of fear and despair. It took several seconds before their eyes adjusted to the dim light but when it did both dogs gasped at the horror of what lay before them.

 

“What is this place?” choked Astro.

 

He stared into long cages where shadows lay on concrete floors. Some trembled and others were as still as stone.

 

“Are they dead?” asked Astro.

 

“Not yet,” whispered Commander Rocky. “All the dogs in this building will be gone soon.” He gritted his answer between clenched teeth; he was so angry.

 

“All good dogs: some old and some young. This is how some humans deal with the problems they have with their dogs. If the dog chews the furniture because he’s bored; if he barks too much because he’s lonely; if he bites because he’s tired or scared or hungry, he can end up in here. It’s not fair and it makes my blood boil.”

 

Astro walked from cage to cage. He could see small dogs, white dogs, black dogs and a young puppy who was chasing his tail around and around and around but he wasn’t doing it for fun, he just couldn’t stop himself. All the dogs were different but they all had one thing in common. Their eyes were hollow and sad. They didn’t understand why they were in this dreadful place but they knew that their lives were doomed forever.

 

Astro gulped and nodded. He leaned closer to Commander Rocky and whispered, “But I’ve chewed up the furniture and I was so lonely once I chewed through the plug on the washing machine. I even peed on the rug every night for a week. My owner got angry but she wouldn’t send me here; she wouldn’t.”

 

Commander Rocky turned and looked at Astro. His eyes widened. He curled his lip.

 

“No, she wouldn’t Astro and that’s why I brought you here. You are a spoilt dog. Your owner gives you everything and looks after you better than most dogs. Look at these faces, Astro; do you think these dogs would complain if they had an owner like yours?”

 

Astro’s eyes began to well up with tears. He bit his lip.

 

Commander Rocky turned his head and wiped his eyes too. He cleared his throat. “Come on,” he ordered, “Let’s go.”

 

Astro stood still and turned and watched Commander Rocky walking away.

 

“Wait! We can’t leave them here. It’s not fair!” he cried.

 

“There’s nothing we can do for them,” Commander Rocky sighed. “The humans are too strong. They will catch us too, Astro, and then we won’t be able to help other dogs. The other Operatives are waiting for us.”

 

“I’m not going!” yelled Astro and he ran to each of the cages. “Don’t worry; I’ll get you out of here.”

 

He ran to the next cage, “Leave it to me.”

 

And the next cage, “I’ll help you.”

 

The dogs in the cages began to murmur and move forward. Commander Rocky shook his head and barked, “Come on, Astro, there’s nothing we can do!”

 

Then he heard a terrible bang. Commander Rocky leaned forward in the dim light to see what Astro was doing.

 

Astro was throwing himself at the cage doors and grabbing them in his paws and shaking them. Commander Rocky went to stop him, but when the first door flew off its hinges he realised that Astro might be on to something. He yelled to the others, “Send in the troops, we’re staging a break out!!”

 

 

 

Buy links:




 

 

Short bio:

Astro is a six year old shaggy dog. He was purchased from a pet store and has been pretty much spoilt rotten ever since. He knows that there are many unfortunate dogs in the world that are not as lucky as he is and so the idea for The Great Escape began. Astro likes to eat, run, carry a towel around the house and bark incessantly at nothing in particular. In short, he is a normal dog.

 

Susan Day – who does not own Astro but does many of the other dogs in the Astro Adventures series - is passionate about children's literature and wants to inspire children to follow their dreams. She created the Astro’s Adventures series and is currently preparing for publication the seventh book, Neptune’s Trident. Susan shares her home with dogs, in particular, Rocky, Stella, Alfie and Digger, two rescue guinea pigs, two bossy cats and a very patient husband.

 

 

Social media links:




 
Thanks for sharing,


Tina

Monday, July 14, 2014

#RockingSummerRomance -- A Promise at Dawn @jelquinnauthor




A PROMISE AT DAWN

(a 15,500 word story)

by Jane Leopold Quinn

 

 

BLURB

 

Their affair was scorchingly sensual

 

Faye Burke, recently widowed, retreated to the coast of Maine to grieve and reassess her future. Her favorite part of the day is watching the sun rise out of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s also when the man she considers her guilty pleasure runs along the beach.

 

Gil Farrelly, a successful painter, is trying to get his career back on track after the studio fire that destroyed everything. He starts his creative juices flowing every day by running on the beach. The lovely woman who watches him also gets his juices flowing and he’s determined to reinvent his career by painting her.

 

Faye’s combination of maturity and sensual vulnerability intrigue Gil and he wants to immortalize her on his canvas. She’s flattered, aroused and ultimately frightened of the emotions he incites. He claims not to care he’s younger by twelve years but she believes sooner or later he’ll come to his senses and seek out women his own age. Can Faye conquer her fears? Can Gil prove to her it’s not age separating them but her fear?

 

 

EXCERPT

 


With a clatter of easels, boxes of paints and glass jars of brushes, Gil set up on her porch. A stiff breeze swept across the space but a rattan wind screen at one end did a good job of protecting them. The day had started out cloudy and threatening rain and still held that promise. He had work to do before he could give in to the weather.


Faye had greeted him at the door, looking almost as adorable as she'd looked the night before. Today she wore light makeup and left her hair loose and wavy the way he'd asked her to. Denim cropped pants and a tight red sweater made her look like a teenager. She had to be in her early forties but it didn't matter to him. She was very attractive no matter her age. "Let's get started, shall we Faye?"


"Would you like some coffee or something else to drink?"


"Not right now but I'll take you up on that later, okay? Why don't you stand over there." He indicated the corner of the porch. "Lean one hip on the railing." When he came close, he was enthralled by the warm vanilla fragrance infusing her hair. He lifted a hand to touch the cloud-soft mass. She stilled, then shivered as if waiting for him to make a move. He wrapped his fingers in the silky strands.


She uttered a little cry, more of a whimper. Her lips parted, her eyes widened and met his with a flustered look. At that moment he wanted her fiercely. Before he'd known anything about her, she'd seemed fragile. He didn't know much more now but a woman who still wore her wedding ring a year and a half after her husband's death must have loved him very much. A woman like that would have depths of emotion.


He'd thought he was in pain from losing his studio and his work but Faye's was far more significant. He didn't want to see her grieve any longer but all he knew for sure was that he wanted to paint her for himself. He envisioned the scene in his mind. She was perfect for it. All that was left was to do her justice. Was it because he wanted to capture her beauty on canvas or because she got his juices flowing faster than any running could? He knew it was both.


He rested his forefinger under her chin and turned her face toward him. Giving her his most soothing smile, he said, "Relax, Faye, this won't hurt a bit. Now I'm going over there." He pointed toward his easel. "You're going to lean here." He tapped the railing. "And I'll start some sketches."


She gazed up at him with those incredible turquoise eyes, her confusion and longing speaking to him, raspberry-shaded lips pursed slightly. Mmm, the thought roared through his mind. Kiss her.


It's too soon.


She's not ready.


Just paint her.


 






A Promise at Dawn is available at Amazon

 

Amazon Reviews

 

"Good short story! Faye and Gil have very hot chemistry, and their story is heartwarming. I was surprised at the character development in such a short offering. Faye had suffered such a huge loss, and we were drawn in along on her new path in life."

 

"Ms Quinn paints a detailed portrait of a woman re-awakening after the loss of her husband. Her emotional state is handled quite deftly. This story has pathos, passion and humor woven together. Gil and Faye's story unfolds quickly and it's a scorcher."

 

Bio

 

Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!

 

Jane Leopold Quinn

My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality



Quickie questions:

Ice Tea or Lemonade?  -  Ice Tea
Lake or ocean?  -- Ocean
Sandals or Flip flops?   -- Sandals
Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?  --  Porch
Ball cap or floppy hat? -- Floppy hat

Thanks Jane, for sharing,

Tina

Sunday, July 13, 2014

South of the Pier a #RockingSummerRomance by Janet Elizabeth Lynn


A few quickie questions for Janet-


Ice Tea or Lemonade?
Lemonade

Lake or ocean?
Ocean

Sandals or Flip flops?
Flip flops

Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?
Shade of a tree

Ball cap or floppy hat?
floppy hat



BOOK BLURB:
Palmer Railton, a well known lobbyist, is brutally murdered on his doorstep resulting in a media frenzy. In the meantime, his fiancée, Camille Brewster calls Connie Cane, her twin sister, excited about Palmer’s wedding proposal to her, the huge ruby engagement ring, and a dozen red roses. Connie, former CSI, must keep her devastated, smart-ass sister from getting herself killed after involving herself in the murder investigation.

Kidnapped, Camille tries to seduce her way to freedom but ends up stranded in a Guatemalan jail with an Interpol agent who holds the key to her freedom. Wounded during a gun battle, Connie tries to free her sister. The murderer is caught and arrested leaving Camille free to plan his funeral with Palmer’s estranged grandmother. The final clue is in Connie’s hands when she realizes they have the wrong person in jail.




SHORT BIO:
Janet has published a series of 4 murder mysteries and 3 cozy mysteries. Currently writing LA Noir, 1955. She lives in southern California with her husband.

Buy Link:
  www.janetlynnauthor.com

Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Rerae Blood Bond by Peyton Brittany Clarke a #RockingSummerRomance

Quickie Questions
Ice Tea or Lemonade?

Lemonade

 

Lake or ocean?

Ocean

 

Sandals or Flip flops?

Sandals- wedges

 

Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?

Back porch deck.

 

Ball cap or floppy hat?

Ball cap. 

 

 

 


 

Author's Bio

 

Peyton lives in Michigan where she dreams of summers that aren't so humid. She and her husband have been married for over a decade years and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when she's writing a steamy scene.

 

She loves to travel and hopes to make it to a romance writers convention sometime soon to meet her idols in the genre without getting too much "stalkage" in.

 

When she is not on the net, she is reading about the life of her latest "book boyfriend" or creating one in her own works. If you'd like to to contact her. Drop her an e-mail. She loves hearing from her fans and admirers.

 

Visit her website at: http://peytonbrittanyclarkewrites.blogspot.com/

 


 


 


 

Pinterest http://www.pinterest.com/peytonbrittanyc/

 

 

Blurb

 

Blood Bond (MMF) The Ferae

 

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi/Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

 

Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.

 

 

 

Excerpt

 

 

It was as if the stresses of life were determined to bring him down, even in the safety of his home. Now with a sick parent, the burden was even greater. A chill went down his spine just as beads of sweat formed on his brow.

Grasping the doorframe that led to his favorite hangout, the family room, he waited for the swirling in his head to pass. He breathed deeply then put on his jacket.

“Where are you headed?” Colton asked, walking into the dining room across from him.

“Gotta go see my folks. Will be back in a bit.”

Colton approached him. He looked concerned. “Are they all right?”

“My sire, he’s sick, and bua’s really worried so I said I’d drop by.” As secondary fathers and assistant caregivers in the family, it was in the bua’s nature to be more fretful over the smallest thing. Buas, as the beta male fathers were called, nurtured more than their alpha counterparts. It was in their genes to dote on and coddle the children. They wiped the scrapes and soothed the bumps and bruises, while alphas showed the kids how to be tough survivors. Every Ferae child loved their bua but not everyone liked their sire, the alpha male of the house. Alphas with their souped-up hormones, tended to be driven and somewhat careless in their attitudes toward their spouses and children, not showing their emotional side. It was not true for all but he had heard stories. Jarrod knew he was lucky because he loved and liked both his sire and bua.

“Give them my best,” Colton said, turning off the television.

The aroma of a vibrant male was a heady thing to any Ferae, especially when that man was genetic perfection. Inwardly, Colton carried everything needed to create strong, healthy offspring. On the outside, he was just pure sex, a good fuck waiting to happen.

Jarrod’s sensitive nose took in all his beauty. Citrus meant strong yet lean muscle. Then sandalwood—an aroma reminding him of pine with a fresh, bright, sweet-smelling edge—pointed to a propensity for good health, while his base tones of spice said he was ferocious.

His dizziness returned. Jarrod held on to the arm of the sofa, trying not to sway. It had never happened before, and he wondered why it had started now, especially in Colton’s presence.

“You don’t look so good,” Colton said. His voice sounded like it was at the end of a long tunnel.

Jarrod pursed his mouth closed. Pinpricks from his elongating canines stuck his bottom lip.

What is going on? He tensed his upper jaw muscle, forcing them back in. “I’m fine,” Jarrod said, stepping away. Getting far away from Colton was sounding better and better.

He scrambled past his husband, ignoring his befuddled expression, and went to his truck. Once inside, he felt safe from the urges building inside him. Turning on the engine, he rolled down the window. The early autumn evening air felt good. It cleared his head.


buy link http://www.bookstrand.com/blood-bond




Thanks Peyton, for sharing,


Tina

 

 

 

Friday, July 11, 2014

@GoddessFish Presents Dreams of Perfection by @RebeccaHeflin


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Rebecca will be awarding an author-graphed ebook to two randomly drawn winners via Rafflecopter. Click the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

What if perfection isn’t truly perfect?

Best-selling romance writer, Darcy Butler, is holding out for perfection in the form of her own carefully-crafted heroes. Once blissfully engaged to be married, Darcy’s post-traumatic commitment phobia is depriving her of the very thing she wants most: her very own happily-ever-after. Now, here she is just six months shy of her thirtieth birthday, and not a Prince Charming in sight.

Successful lawyer, Josh Ryan, is the boy-next-door with a soft spot for the less fortunate, and Darcy’s best friend without benefits. Darcy often comes to him lamenting her love-life, or the lack thereof, whereupon Josh patiently doles out his sage advice. Problem is Josh is in love with Darcy.

But when Darcy finds herself looking into the handsome face of the man who graces the cover of her soon-to-be-released novel, she’s convinced her dreams of perfection have come true. Or have they?

About the Author:
Rebecca Heflin is an award-winning author who has dreamed of writing romantic fiction since she was fifteen and her older sister snuck a copy of Kathleen Woodiwiss' Shanna to her and told her to read it. Rebecca writes women's fiction and contemporary romance. When not passionately pursuing her dream, Rebecca is busy with her day-job as a practicing attorney.

Rebecca is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Florida Romance Writers, RWA Contemporary Romance, and Florida Writers Association. She and her mountain-climbing husband live at sea level in sunny Florida.

Awards:

2013 Florida Writers Association Royal Palm Literary Award Finalist (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence Winner (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Virginia Romance Writers Holt Medallion Award of Merit (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Georgia Romance Writers Published Maggie Finalist (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Shooting Star Award (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Finalist (Rescuing Lacey)
2013 Wisconsin Romance Writers Write Touch Readers' Awards Finalist (The Promise of Change)
2011 Royal Palm Literary Awards Finalist (The Promise of Change)

Website: http://www.rebeccaheflin.com/wordpress/
Blog: http://www.rebeccaheflin.com/wordpress/blog/
Twitter: @RebeccaHeflin
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RebeccaHeflinBooks

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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Quickie for #MFRWauthor @Will_Zeilinger for a #RockingSummerRomance

5 short Questions - answered by William Zeilinger


Ice Tea or Lemonade?

Lemonade


Lake or ocean?

Ocean


Sandals or Flip flops?

Flip Flops

Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?

Back Porch


Ball cap or floppy hat?

Ball Cap










BLURB:
Tiffany Stonebridge is in love with aspiring chef, Richard Grainger. She rocks his world every chance she gets which leads him to max out his plastic on a ring that would light up the night sky. Richard promises her a honeymoon in Tahiti if only to impress Mr. Stonebridge.

With no way to pay for any of this, Richard secretly takes a second job as a nude artist's model. Tiffany and her rich family can never find out or things could get very ugly. 

His life gets more complicated when he meets Clarise Simpson, another artist’s model…a naked one.  Their friendship goes from zero to bed in a blink.  Richard battles his feelings for both women.

Richard’s friend leaves a big old hound dog with and splits. When he misses a couple of Stonebridge family gatherings, her father thinks Richard might be babysitting someone else besides a dog.


Excerpt


Clarise hit him hard on the arm.  If I didn't keep one hand on the front door and the other in my pocket, I probably would have decked him.  My mother always taught me that restraint took more discipline and strength than muscle... lucky for him.
"Sure, Ha ha, whatever." I shook my head and went out to my truck.  Clarise came running outside, calling my name.
She caught up to me as I was getting into my truck.
"I'm sorry about Brandon.  He's such a jerk sometimes."
"Don't worry about it." I told her, "I'm sure there's something nice about him...seeya next week." It was considerate of her to be concerned. 
I closed the door and started the engine.  In my mirror, I could see Brandon waiting by the door with his arms folded across his chest.  As I shifted the truck into gear, Clarise walked back to him with her arms folded.  I didn't want to get in the middle of that.  I just hope he didn't think there was something going on between us.  Why would he?  Everything that was going on was going on inside of me.
 
Tiffany was waiting for me at her place with, what looked like, a pile of literature from every wedding planner and banquet facility in Southern California.  She was excited that something tangible was happening on the road to the wedding.  I realized this was the most important day of her life, but for both of us it will be - as the old saying goes, the first day of the rest of our lives.  What I was beginning to realize was that I didn't know very much about my intended, except she liked to shop and have sex.  For most men, the second item would've been enough and the first could've easily been a pain in the wallet.
She'd cleared off the coffee table in the family room and arranged the literature in some kind of an order, I suspect, known only to her.
"Okay Richie," she looked at me like a first grade teacher on the first day of class.  "Here's what I've researched..."
I put my hand on hers.  "Tiffany, before we go any further with our wedding plans, we need to talk." Her eyes grew very wide and she started to turn pale.  "Tiffany!  breathe..." I rubbed her back.  She gasped and ran to the kitchen, "I need a drink of water." I got up from the loveseat and followed her.  She gulped down a full tumbler of ice water and closed her eyes.  Just as I began to speak, she held up her hand.  "Just a minute Richard - before you say anything else, just answer me this... Are you breaking up with me?"
"What?" I had no idea she was this insecure about our relationship.  "No, No.  It's nothing like that."





SHORT BIO:
I’ve been writing for over twelve years. During that time, I took novel writing classes and joined writer’s groups, but what has helps me most are published authors who mentor, encourage, critique  and listen to me while I continue to learn my craft.  I live in Southern California with my wife and are currently working on a crime novel together. Finding time to write while life happens is a challenge.

Buy Link:  http://www.willzeilingerauthor.com
This will link to all purchase sites


Social Links:   Twitter - @Will_Zeilinger
Facebook - www.facebook.com/wzeilinger
LinkedIn - www.linkedin.com/pub/william-zeilinger/15/48/9a7/
website: http://www.willzeilingerauthor.com





Thanks William for sharing the book,


Tina