My sexier serial...

Nov/Dec Newsletter

Winter, Black Friday Freebie, and a New release

Whew! A lot has happened since my fall newsletter. It has turned cold outside, snowy in some places, and very snowy in others – hello Buffalo I’m looking at you. ;)
I live in Oklahoma, and our winter has had more hot flashes than I did when I was pregnant with my twins. Yesterday it was almost 80 degrees and today it’s in the 20’s. So we’re on the downward turn of the weather rollercoaster today, but I believe by this weekend it will be in the 70’s again.

Okay, enough about weather. Haha

If you were paying attention on Black Friday you saw that the first from my novella series (Shutter: Volume One) was listed as FREE…and it still is. So be sure and grab that because I’m not sure how long it will remain free. (Purchase links below)

Also as of today Shutter: Volume Three is LIVE!!! (Purchase links below) This ends my novella series for Brook and Niko. I have grown to love them and will miss them greatly. But you will be hearing from them before long as they will appear in a novella series for a couple other characters that you got to meet in Shutter. Yay!!!

So let’s address the great pen name debacle of 2014. I started publishing Shutter under the name Eli Chastain. And if you’ve read A Blue Tale you know that name is a combo of the two main characters. (Eli Savage and Deacon Chastain) Well I decided to trash that name and go with S.E. Dosher for my sexier serials because a lot of you guys didn’t know it was me and weren’t reading them! I write these lovely characters so we can enjoy them together. So from now on my serials will be listed under S.E. Dosher. And YES my middle name is Elizabeth which is where Eli is from. A couple of you guessed correctly.

Keep scrolling for more updates, links, and what’s coming next from me…

My sexier serial...

Shutter: Volume Three is LIVE!

This is the final in a novella serial that ends Brook and Niko's story. It is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and Kobo.

Shutter: Volume One
CURRENTLY FREE!!!

This is the first in a novella serial that starts Brook and Niko's story. It is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and Kobo.

Shutter: Volume Two

This is the second in a novella serial that continues Brook and Niko's story with the addition of someone from Brook's past. It is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and Kobo.

Are you on Wattpad? I'm toying with the idea of writing my next novel on Wattpad and updating it on a regular basis for readers. So come find me on Wattpad!!!

Sarah Dosher Writing Schedule

Early 2015 - The Caging by Sarah Dosher
Early 2015 - Dark thriller by Sarah Dosher
Mid 2015 - (Untitled) Contemporary Romance or possibly YA Dystopian (I can't decide) by Sarah Dosher
Late 2015 - Untitled Spin off of Shutter by S.E. Dosher
2015 - Untitled Co-authored psychological thriller

(I don't control my muses or inspiration, so this schedule is always subject to change on a whim)

Oh what a tease...

The Caging by Sarah Dosher SNEAK PEEK

Eyes are the window (Chatper One)

The first day I saw you was like any other day, but I knew my life had changed. I could feel it in the pounding of my heart and the quivers that ran up my spine, inside I’d never be the same.

Long and lean, I thought your body was a perfect mix of youth and experience. So did every other female that crossed your path; I saw them as their eyes lingered just a little too long. Your hips were resting against the corner of the broken and worn table in the food court. I was there awaiting my release for good behavior from the slummy job my parents made me take and you were the first interesting thing I’d seen all summer. You were holding a clear plastic cup from some nearby eatery that had been handing out samples of their most recent flavored water concoction. I watched with bated breath as your lips lightly touched the rim of the cup and you swallowed in one huge gulp. I could almost see the trail of cool liquid as it chilled you all the way to your toes. You crunched the cup and did your best impression of a buzzer-beating hook shot right into a trash bin on the other side of the table. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up as you celebrated your two points. My fingers curled under and pressed tightly into my tender palms to keep from cheering you on or maybe even challenging you to a little one on one. I was just good enough to be a real threat to a guy like you on the basketball court – just past your prime and probably a couple steps slower than you once were and therefore a prime target for defeat.

You lazily took in the surroundings, your eyes finally landing on me and then never wavering. Icy blue eyes pierced through me like a predator who had caught scent of his prey. It unnerved me, made every ounce of air in my lungs flee in one quick whoosh. I told myself that blue eyes were my favorite, since a child I’d always thought they were the most trusting of eyes. A clear escape into pure honesty is how they’d always felt to me. Yet, with one look your eyes begged for something from me, something I didn’t understand. Your eyes confused me, filled with me calmness and jitters all at the same time. A loud scream from an errant mall shopper drew my attention; I turned for a single second and when I looked back, you were gone. I wondered if I’d ever see you again, I wanted to see you again.

All it took was one glance from you and I was already hooked. I thought about you nonstop from then on, always dreaming about what your voice might sound like, what your name was, what you smelled like, even how soft your skin would feel against my cheek. Didn’t take long for my yearning teenage mind to form you into the man of my dreams - all from one glance.

You kept appearing, always on the outskirts of my vision, but always present. A constant figure that lingered around me at all times. I grew accustom to your presence, even longed for it. Which I’m sure was part of your well laid out plan. At the time, my immature heart thought it was fate, but it was just you, wasn’t it? Every time my day was going bad, there you were to console me with a simple smile or some other menial gesture that made my heart flutter. You never spoke a word; you didn’t need anything besides your sly presence to draw me in.

It’s a dangerous thing, when someone sees you, truly sees you for how you wish you were. That’s what I felt in you and your constant nearness; always close enough we felt each other’s presence. Eyes trading glances back and forth, doing a dance I didn’t understand but was innate within me.

Finally, you struck when you knew I’d be at my most vulnerable. When you knew you had me exactly where you needed me. You appeared that last night when I’d stayed late to meet some friends for a movie. No one showed up to eat, so I got my own personal pepperoni and black olive pizza then found an empty table outside, far away from all the mall traffic. I knew you were there; I’d seen you several times that day and I hoped against hope that you’d finally approach me.

I could feel you before I saw you; the hair on the back of my neck bristled with every breath you took. My heart pounded, forcefully trying to escape the lonely confines of my hollow chest. Your footsteps finally made crunching sounds in the dead grass surrounding the table and I knew you were upon me. The first thing I saw were your blue eyes glowing with reflections of the moonbeams in the late summer sky. Neither of us said a word, I was frozen with pizza half way to my mouth and you just stood there smiling. I don’t know how many minutes passed but it was long enough that the awkwardness slowly weakened. I’d never experienced that before, an uneasy silence growing comfortable all by itself.

You held out a drink for me to take but I hesitated and felt my brow crinkle. “You forgot it,” you said and your voice was calm, airy, and felt like velvet to my ears.

“I forgot?” I puzzled.

You pointed back inside toward the food court. “Left it sitting on the counter.”

I looked down at my pizza, the plate, and the napkins. Everything I’d brought with me, no drink. I laughed too loud at my silliness and looked back to you just in time to see you blink rapidly as an uneasy nervousness spread across your handsome face. But as my laugh faded, your smile returned.

“May I?” you asked, and gestured toward the empty chair next to me. I hesitated but you’d expected as much. Your hand reached to my face but paused to see if I would shy away from it – I didn’t, I longed to see what you planned to do with it. Rough fingers skimmed across my skin, trailing from my earlobe to the center of my chin. “It’s okay. I don’t bite … hard,” you joked and gave me your best non-predatory smirk that would have sent most girls running for the hills, but instead made my heart leap. The warmth of your hand left my face and my skin screamed in protest at its loss.

You tilted your head back the way you’d came. “If you want, I can just leave you alone.”

Your blue eyes filled with sadness. For the first time you looked normal, not like the dream man I’d seen for so long. Your façade of perfection crumbled and I could see the tiredness appear on every inch of your body. You still didn’t look like anyone else here, no cheesy print shirts or fake leather sandals. The crisp linen shirt you paired perfectly with pressed khakis and canvas shoes gave the illusion you wanted everyone to buy, just like I had believed, but in that moment I thought I saw the real you. The creases from worried anguish clearly etched in your brow and bright eyes that held dark secrets pulled me in even tighter.

“You just got here.” I spoke softly, almost as afraid you’d stay as I was you’d leave.

“Right choice.” You winked, as your façade moved right back into place. “Stay it is.”

I inhaled deeply, counting as it took you three of my breaths to walk around the table to sit beside me. You moved so close I could feel the warmth of your body wash over me and I yearned to lean closer, feel it deeper.

“The nights are so much better, it’s too hot in the day.” You spoke without a care in the world, like by my side was where you’d always been.

I glanced at you from the corner of my eye, afraid that if I looked at you straight on you’d disappear. You were beautiful. Your lips looked full and soft; I wondered what they felt like. There was a small, white scar under your left eye that added to your air of mystery. The planes of your face were rugged and you were older than I’d thought, too old to be sitting under the night sky with someone my age.

“The stars are so clear, beautiful,” I said as I tore my gaze from you and looked upward.

“Not the most beautiful though,” you said, and moved your hand to rest on the knee of my crossed legs, not a full grope but more of a tentative caress.

Heat of embarrassment rushed over me, so hot I was surprised we both weren’t sweating. Part of me knew warning bells should be going off in my head at your intimate touch but another part, the one that wanted your touch, chose to ignore them.

“Why are you out here all alone?” you asked.

“I don’t really know,” I said, still watching your hand as it rested so easily on my leg. “I like it outside after the sun has gone down and it’s not so hot. And I wanted to get away from all those people in there, they can be...” I let my sentence trail off, I didn’t want to admit I was hoping you’d find me. You made me feel alive, mature. What if you found out I wasn’t and how much I thought about you?

“Can be what?” you questioned forcefully, as your hand dug into my leg, causing me to flinch slightly. Those warning bells finally began to sound lightly as fear threatened to surface. Our encounter seemed off, you seemed off – not how I’d pictured, and I was afraid it was my fault. I thought maybe I wasn’t what you’d wanted either.

I shook my head quickly. “I wanted to be alone … with you.” My words were barely a whisper dancing across the cool breeze of the night and I hoped you had heard them before they blew away. I hoped you’d believed them and that they pleased you.

You ducked your head timidly and slowly pulled your hand from its resting place. “You’d rather be with me?”

My heart jumped but I didn’t speak.

“Somewhere cool like it is right now?” you asked, as you tilted your head up to the sky and closed your eyes in delight.

“Sure, I’d love that. I’ve never really been anywhere but here and I’ve always wanted to be around snow since there’s never any here. Just once or twice a year, but it’s usually just like an inch. We did go snow skiing when I was young, but I barely remember it.” I could feel myself getting flustered the more and more I talked, I wanted to shut up but for some reason my mouth just kept moving. I curled my lips under the edges of my teeth and bit down so hard a faint metallic taste assaulted my senses. “Have you ever been in a lot of snow?” I finally blurted out.

“I have, all the time,” you answered calmly and subdue in comparison to my blathering.

“Are you from somewhere cold?” I asked, knowing it was none of my business.

“I am,” you stated. “Maybe you should just come home with me.”

I laughed. “But I don’t even know your name.”

“And if you did?” You raised your eyebrows at me and I felt a rush through my entire body.

“Well, then maybe … you know, I, if only …” I stuttered, and then wanted to slap myself for sounding like a stupid child.

“Eat, drink,” you finally demanded.

I did, chewing so quietly, praying you wouldn’t hear me but I only took a few more bites before moving the plate across the table. You moved my drink closer to me with a smile. Finally picking it up, I took a long drink from the cup that was covered with condensation. Little droplets of water dripped off and landed on my lap, both of our eyes turned down to follow them and then moved back to each other. Your eyes watched me intently, flickering back and forth from my mouth to my eyes before finally tearing away from my stare. I thought it was a moment of shyness as you were overcome with me, which only made me want you more.

But I was wrong, so wrong. Looking back I wish our story had ended there, it would have remained a happy story. A fond memory I could have looked back on as old age took away every ounce of beauty you saw in me. But that’s not where we ended, that is just where we began.

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Monthly update - Sept/Oct

10/11/2014

Sept/Oct Newsletter

It's finally FALL!!!

Fall is my favorite time of year. The air grows crisp, pumpkins adorn front porches, and I can wear a hoodie everywhere I go. What's not to love about fall??? Or autumn? Do you call it autumn???

Since my last update I've been to two author events: Red Dirt BOCO in Oklahoma City and PENNED Con in St Louis. Of course I loved BOCO because it was in my home state and put on by great friends of mine. It also helped raise a few thousand dollars (sorry I can't locate the exact figure) to help schools in Oklahoma that are in need of storm shelters.

PENNED Con was a huge and exciting event. I loved being able to attend and participate in the panels. Every panel I attended taught me something new or reinforced something I already knew I should be doing (I've developed some bad habit haha). I will be attending PENNED Con again next summer, so if you are able you should definitely plan to attend.

Shutter: Volume Two is finally LIVE and I'm slaving away on volume three which will be out in November. I had originally planned to make Shutter four separate volumes all about the same length. But I have listened to your feedback and decided to combine the last two into one volume, so there will only be three volumes with the last being about double the length. Soooooooooo that means that Brook and Niko's story will be wrapped up in Volume Three. I wish I could tease you with the cover, but it isn't finished yet...but it's going to be GORGEOUS!!!

Books brought to you by my alter ego...

Shutter: Volume One
by Eli Chastain

This is the first in a novella serial that starts Brook and Niko's story. It is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and Kobo.

Shutter: Volume Two
by Eli Chastain

This is the second in a novella serial that continues Brook and Niko's story with the addition of someone from Brook's past. It is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and Kobo.

Red Dirt BOCO Author Event

All the amazing authors - Look I'm in a Stacy Borel and Jamie McGuire sandwich...yum yum!!!

PENNED Con 2014

I suck at taking pictures during author events, I never get very many and am always sad at the loss of memories. But here are a couple pictures with dear friends that I'll always cherish from PENNED Con 2014.

Left: Paige Weaver, me, and Maggi Myers at the awards ceremony.

Right: Me and my weekend roommate, Penny Reid, after the awards ceremony and completely exhausted and goofy.

Sarah Dosher/Eli Chastain Writing Schedule

November 2014 - Shutter: Volume Three by Eli Chastain
December 2014 - Shutter: Boxed Set by Eli Chastain
Early 2015 - The Caging by Sarah Dosher (want a sneak peek? Go HERE!)
Mid 2015 - (Untitled) Contemporary Romance by Sarah Dosher
2015 - Untitled Spin off of Shutter by Eli Chastain
2015 - Untitled Co-authored psychological thriller

Oh what a tease...

The Caging by Sarah Dosher SNEAK PEEK

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Monthly update - August

9/25/2014

August Newsletter - anthology & pen name...

Hope you've had a lovely August!

This month has been exciting and busy for me. I released the first in a novella serial under a pen name, I attended the Denton Author Event, I finalized (just earlier today actually) a novella for an anthology, and I have one event left this weekend. Whew!

Tomorrow I am diving back into the second volume of my pen name novella serial, Shutter (info below). A new volume will be releasing each month (Aug, Sept, Oct, Nov) until the serial is complete.

The cover reveal for Shutter: Volume Two will be September 12th, if you are a blogger and would like to participate please complete the Google form below. It's a gorgeous cover and I can't wait to share it.

Shutter: Volume One
by Eli Chastain

This is the first in a novella serial under my pen name. It release on Aug 10 and is available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and Kobo.

Shutter: Volume Two
COVER REVEAL

Please click on picture above to complete the Google form to participate.

Denton Author Event
All the amazing authors and volunteers. This is the second year that I've been blessed to attend and it is one of my favorite events ever.

The Caging: Week One will appear in Breathless An Anthology that is releasing on September 1st. You can currently preorder for 99 cents. Click on the cover above to preorder on Amazon.

The Caging: Week One is a portion of a novel that I have been working on for months – eight to be exact. The journey of telling this story has weighed heavily on my heart and been fraught with adversity. However, in order to share a piece of this novel I decided to put the first week of “Annabel’s” captivity in the Breathless Anthology in the hope that sharing a small part would help launch the story even further – while also helping raise money for a very worthy cause.

The proceeds from the sale of Breathless An Anthology will benefit the American Lung Association.

Oh what a tease...

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Quote of the Day

3/15/2014

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"I could feel you before I saw you, the hair on the back of my neck bristled with every breath you took. My heart pounded forcefully trying to escape the lonely confines of my hollow chest."

This book is doing a number on my mental state...
#Writing
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#TheCaging

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Paperbacks, 2014 events, oh my!!!

2/20/2014

Signed paperbacks available on sarahdosher.com/shop

Who wants a paperback?

Signed paperbacks of all three of my novels are now available on sarahdosher.com/shop.

They will only be available for a limited time so get them while they last.

2014 Author Events

Wonder where I'll be in 2014? Here's a list of all the events I will be attending in 2014, I hope to see you there!

March 22, 2014
Austin Book Fest

August 16, 2014
Denton Author Event

August 30, 2014
Red Dirt BoCo
Oklahoma City, OK

September 12, 2014
PENNED CON
St Louis

October 18, 2014
Romance Riot
NYC

Stay tuned for sneak peeks at a new stand alone novel coming Summer 2014...

you may even recognize a main character from a previous novel of mine... ;)

Any guesses who???

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A Blue Tale Prologue

12/22/2013

*Subject to final copy edits*
Recommended for mature readers.

Once upon a time…

Prologue

Eli Blue

Love fucking sucks. No really, let me repeat myself. Love. Fucking. Sucks. I’d lived my entire life believing in fairytales, believing that my Prince Charming would swoop in and rescue me. Then shitty heartbreak, after shitty heartbreak, knocked me down until I had no choice but to stop believing…

Until the day I started again.

Honestly, I never thought it would happen, but all it really took was a simple spark to ignite the smoldering within me, and then it flamed. Want a glimpse of that day? Want a small peek at the possibility of happily ever after before I show you the turmoil? Yea, I figured you did.

***

See that beautiful woman, covered from head to toe in flowing blue silk, peering over the edge of the landing – that’s me. I’m surrounded by twinkling lights and white flower sprigs that smell bright and romantic. I hated them, hated what they represented, and what I no longer had.

I looked like a princess on the outside, but felt sad and alone inside. I was positive no one would see it because they never do. I’d been blindly navigating through life for a long time, since the day I’d lost the only person that ever truly loved me, when I was too young to know how much he’d be missed. But of course like love always does, it found its way back to me in the form of a man that pulled at every inch of my body and heart.

He’s down there, just entering through the large doors. Damn, that body-hugging penguin suit fits him perfectly. His hair had grown longer than I remembered; the little curls that once teased along his hairline were now full ringlets. His dark whiskers had turned long and unruly. My heart ached at the sight of him, ached for what we once had – for the opportunity that we lost.

He looked up, his eyes immediately connecting with mine. I saw them brighten for just an instant then slowly fade.

Then he looked away.

A waiter handed me a flute of champagne, I downed it and took two more from the tray. I didn’t give a shit how inappropriate it might have looked to my colleagues that were here to celebrate my dad—I needed it. In life, people take what they need most; unfortunately, I was just starting to understand this and do some taking for myself.

There was a loud tapping on the microphone that I assumed was to signal the start of the show. Everyone that was anyone in the music industry had shown up to remember my dad’s music. He’s being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame next month, but tonight was a somewhat lower scale gathering, if you could call an event of this size small. Everyone that knew him or worked with him throughout his career was here. Musicians fought for the chance to play his songs, or write new music to commemorate his career. It should be a touching occasion, but I’d been dreading it for weeks, and had practically been forced here against my will.

I took my seat in the front row and waited for the rush of memories that I didn’t want - memories that I’d buried deep were about to be yanked to the surface. After the first song, the tears were pooling in my eyes; tears of pity for myself. I decided the only way I was going to survive the night was to turn my emotions off – to just shut down. It was actually starting to work, too. Song after song, I smiled when I felt others watching me, and I clapped when everyone else clapped. But I never heard a single note or melody – the music was lost to me. Music has the ability to reach deep into your soul, to the places you’d forgotten; where the deepest wounds reside – and I didn’t fucking want that—I wanted to be left alone.

My entire being was numb to my surroundings until a low murmur spread through the crowd drawing my attention. The lights lowered as one man took the stage. My eyes grew wide as I saw who it was, and I knew I’d never be able to ignore the rhythm that came from within him that his guitar simply amplified. Clutched in his hands was my dad’s guitar, the one I’d given him just before it all came crashing down.

He sat on a simple black stool directly in front of me; so close I could have reached out and plucked the strings myself. But he didn’t look at me; instead he looked over me and to the crowd before finally closing his eyes to play. His fingers slowly glided over the guitar, sending the vibrations deep into my heart. It was one of my dad’s songs; only he’d changed it and made it his own.

While the world is still living
All my passion has faded away
My fingers on this guitar to stop feeling the ache
‘Cause she’ll never long for me

I deceived myself
She was gone from the instant I loved her
My heart still calls to her
As I try to find the power to move forward somehow
No, I won’t ever forget us

Her love was blue and made for another
A fairytale I could never measure
Full of prosperity and control
I was meager with no rise in sight

I deceived myself
She was gone from the instant I loved her
My heart still calls to her
As I try to find the power to move forward somehow
No, I won’t ever forget us

Tears of loss falling down as I try to forget
Her love was a ruse from when I first fell
None of her love, all meant for them
Cause of my pain when I think back to then

I remember her smell as it filled me full
The sound of betrayal as it spilled from her lips
Say to myself time and time again
I’ll never need her from now on

I deceived myself
She was gone from the instant I loved her
My heart still calls to her
As I try to find the power to move forward somehow
No, I won’t ever forget us

It was never meant to be
My heart knows that now
I’ve found the will to forget her now
My bequest to you ‘cause I know that’s your will

Tears were streaming down my face—no longer for myself, but for this man that I’d loved and lost – tears for us. The song ended and he disappeared from the stage. Before I cleared the wetness from my eyes he was standing in front of me, holding my dad’s guitar out to me. I stood and moved toward him. My fingers wrapped around the smooth maple wood of the guitar’s neck, and I could feel the grooves in the frets caused by years of play.

I had wondered if I’d ever see this man, or this guitar again, and here they were, right in front of me where I could feel their presence reverberating in my soul.

Neither of us spoke. I smiled; he frowned, and then turned and walked away.

A Blue Tale
Available December 30, 2013

Copyright by Sarah Dosher LLC

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Long time, no post...OOPS!

11/6/2013

This summer and fall have proven to be a very busy time for me. I've attended numerous book signings where I've had the opportunity to meet many of you, and I've released one book while writing another.

Before the Storm was released at the end of August and my first contemporary romance will be released on December 30 - right before the new year. That will make three novels published for me in my first year of writing and I couldn't be more excited!

A Blue Tale is different than my two previous books that are part of the Storms of Life Series. While you will probably notice some similarities, A Blue Tale is a lot more grown up. The characters are older and
therefore the intended audience is older. I've debated on how to get this news out to the masses before the release because I don't want any of my younger fans picking up A Blue Tale and being surprised by its content. So I'm starting right here on my lovely, little blog. :)

I am also going to start back up Teaser Tuesday on my Facebook, Twitter, and website. I hope through the cover, synopsis, teasers, and excerpt my readers will be able to gauge if this is the type of book for them. And if all else fails there is the "sample" feature for ebooks where you will be able to read a certain percentage of the novel before purchasing.

However, I love my characters in A Blue Tale. They are the perfect balance of tough, love struck, and broken. I hope all of you enjoy them as well! :)

So I'll see you back here next week with another teaser! :)

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Reach out and touch someone...

9/21/2013

Since the day I ventured into this author-ly world, my main point of contact with YOU has been through my author Facebook page. Well the times they are a-changin' my friends.

Facebook now "encourages" like pages to pay to promote all of their posts. You may have heard about this from various other Facebook pages. Over the past few months I've noticed a steady reduction in the amount of you guys seeing my posts and therefore an obvious decline in the amount of interaction I'm able to have with my readers.

In an effort to try and keep each of you up-to-date I've decided to send a monthly newsletter...HOWEVER, in order for this newsletter to be successful I need YOU...subscribers. And I promise not to spam you or overload your inbox.

So fill out the form below and you'll be signed up and more in touch with me then you'd ever dream possible. :)

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Before the Storm Blog Tour September 16 - 20

9/14/2013