Monday, May 25, 2020

Book Promotion: How I Promoted The Marvelous Mechanical Man by Rie Sheridan Rose @riesheridanrose #bookpromotion

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Book Promotion: How I Promoted The Marvelous Mechanical Man

By Rie Sheridan Rose
Promoting The Marvelous Mechanical Man, and The Conn-Mann Chronicles in general has been an interesting learning curve. When I realized several years (and three books) ago that my small press publisher didn’t have the resources to dedicate to one author alone, I made the decision to take back the control of the series and do everything myself.

It’s been a fairly steep curve, but I’ve learned a lot about marketing and publicity. Though, Heaven knows, there is a world more to learn!

One of the things I’ve realized is that it helps to have a consolidated presence online. My Twitter banner relates to the series; I have a Facebook page for the books; and they have their own website. Of course, none of these things get updated as often as they should, but that is the subject of a whole different post.

I have learned through the years—and much trial and error—that certain things work, and other marketing items are a waste for me. For example, I have boxes of pens in my marketing cabinet that have long ago dried up. No problem. Since the Conn-Mann series is set in the 1870s, I have invested in pencils this time. They don’t dry up and never go out of style. Plus, kids love them, and that might get parents to give a second look.

I met the lovely siblings behind Teapunk Teas at a convention, and together we have created three tea blends based on characters in the series: Jo’s Morning Jolt; Alistair’s Afternoon Delight; and Leonora’s Illuminating Libation. Each one is tied to their character in taste and text on the tin. Another interesting and effective marketing tool. We have cross-pollination this way too, so see who you can partner with to create something different and unique for your brand.

Postcards can be highly effective marketing tools. Particularly when the image is consistent with my convention banner and other items. The back currently lists the first four books with a blurb about each.

One of my biggest hits marketing-wise was a real surprise. Always trying to think outside the box of table lures, I came across some tiny plastic cats. As cats feature prominently in the series, I bought several bags and found a wooden box shaped like a trunk to put them in. I have a sign on the box that we have to get rid of some of the kittens and asking people to adopt one for fifty cents. I sell more kittens at conventions...again, drawing in the kids. Though I have some customers who return year after year to get more kittens.

My main point here is that thinking of what is unusual about your book or series and finding a way to market that can lead to unexpected sales in the long run.


About the Author
Rie Sheridan Rose multitasks. A lot. Her short stories appear in numerous anthologies, including Nightmare Stalkers and Dream Walkers Vols. 1 and 2, and Killing It Softly Vols. 1 and 2. She has authored twelve novels, six poetry chapbooks, and lyrics for dozens of songs. These were mostly written in conjunction with Marc Gunn, and can be found on “Don’t Go Drinking with Hobbits” and “Pirates vs. Dragons” for the most part–with a few scattered exceptions.

Her favorite work to date is The Conn-Mann Chronicles Steampunk series with five books released so far: The Marvelous Mechanical Man, The Nearly Notorious Nun, The Incredibly Irritating Irishman, The Fiercely Formidable Fugitive, and The Elderly Earl’s Estate.

Rie lives in Texas with her wonderful husband and several spoiled cat-children.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website: https://riewriter.com/  and https://theconnmannchronicles.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/RieSheridanRose
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheConnMannChronicles/

About the Book:

Title: THE MARVELOUS MECHANICAL MAN
Author: Rie Sheridan Rose
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 270
Genre: Steampunk Adventure Romance

BOOK BLURB:

The Marvelous Mechanical Man is the first book in a Steampunk series featuring the adventures of Josephine Mann, an independent woman in need of a way to pay her rent. She meets Professor Alistair Conn, in need of a lab assistant, and a partnership is created that proves exciting adventure for both of them.

Alistair’s prize invention is an automaton standing nine feet tall. There’s a bit of a problem though…he can’t quite figure out how to make it move. Jo just might be of help there. Then again, they might not get a chance to find out, as the marvelous mechanical man goes missing.

Jo and Alistair find themselves in the middle of a whirlwind of kidnapping, catnapping, and cross-country chases that involve airships, trains, and a prototype steam car. With a little help from their friends, Herbert Lattimer and Winifred Bond, plots are foiled, inventions are perfected, and a good time is had by all.

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PANORAMA: The Missing Chapter from the Memoir Views from the Cockpit by Ross Victory

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PANORAMA
By Ross Victory
Real Life Stories/Relationships & Sex

After a friendship ignites and morphs into a curious tale of parallel souls with a Brazilian-American soldier serving in the U.S. military in South Korea, Panorama reflects on the author’s contemplations to return to a crumbling family life in Los Angeles or to endure his life in Seoul for an end-of-contract cash payout.

With a thought-provoking storyline that covers eating live octopus, philosophical debates about the gender of God, a pregnancy, and bisexual erasure in men, Panorama delivers a page-turning cerebral adventure. Ending with prose that simultaneously bites and soothes, Panorama suggests readers stand tall in their unique intersections of relationships and sex. Reminding us that as daunting as the vicissitudes of life, and no matter the view from the cockpit of life, the human spirit cannot, and should not, be restrained. While truth may be the bitterest pill of them all, the effects of our truth can bring us closer to an unbroken life.

PRAISE

In this small book are two masterpieces, a riveting remembrance of several life-altering experiences and relationships the author began in Seoul, South Korea, and an essay, let's call it part tirade, part profound reflection on our view of men, masculinity, sexuality, and romance. You cannot stop until finished because there is no midway, no stopping point as you become a part of his world. After nearly every sentence you scream with or at his observations either with critical reflections or ecstasy. Ross has his pulse on his generation and the most precarious issues confronting sexuality and romance.

--Dr. Ritch C. Savin-Williams, Ph.D. -Cornell University & Author of "Mostly Straight: Sexual Fluidity among Men"

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I found myself in a local bar called Panorama, skimming through my work contract. I contemplated my ability to continue this working abroad disaster and considered walking away from a large end-of-contract payment, or perhaps I was simply waiting for an explanation from “God” about why everything falls apart. I read the pages over and over, searching for what I needed to do to end my contract and still get the cash. Panorama was a quaint, local bar that Koreans escaped to to enjoy horrific karaoke and shots of throat-burning Soju, the equivalent of cheap vodka. Americans were not interested, nor did they notice this dingy place.
Tonight, it was fairly empty. Alone on the stage stood a Korean ahjumma, or aged woman. An ahjusshi, or aged man, also Korean, sat in flooded tan trousers on a short stool next to her, holding a large cello. The woman had a gray, shoulder-length poufy perm with a slight purple tint. She wore a hanbok—a traditional Korean dress—her face covered in thick, pasty-white makeup. With clarity, passion, and purpose, she and the cellist performed as no one but me watched. The song had a simple, memorable riff with a reflective chord progression. The woman had turned off the karaoke television screen and sang from memory as the cellist supported her.
She sang as if this were the last song she would ever sing. Her soul flickered between every note, with presence and awe. Like she was going somewhere and would never return. As the woman sang, she reached into the spotlight that lit her, pulling the light closer to her chest—like she and the light had established a deep state of devotion. As the ahjusshi played the cello, hidden in the woman’s shadow, particles of dust floated through the light and disappeared into the darkness, like floating glowworms. I could not recognize her words but recognized the source of them. This woman must be singing to me... I thought. I fantasized about hope as she sang.
The four soldiers sat at the empty bar, near the stage. I sat in an oversized, black leather booth near the entrance. One of the soldiers went back outside, propping the door open momentarily. The glacial breeze returned. The soldier strode back in and took a detour toward my booth, warming his hands. I turned away but could see him approaching from the corner of my eye.
“Ey, excuse me, bro. Restroom around here?” He shivered.
“Behind the bar...” I pointed.
After a few minutes, as I began to pack up, I heard a voice. “Ey, can I sit here? You look normal...” I looked up, confused. It was him again. He chuckled and shivered.
“Yeah, I’m headed out...all yours. Has a good view of the stage.” I snickered to myself.
“Man, this woman can sing. I wonder what she’s saying. I’m Alveré,” the soldier continued, “Alvín in English. What you drinkin’?”
I motioned to my waiter for the check.
“Let me guess. You’re from the West Coast,” he said.

Alveré quickly made it clear that he had plenty of time to chat and was looking for a new friend. He removed his hat, placed it on the table, and rolled up his sleeves; he began flipping through the beer menu. Someone new in my life is the last thing I wanted.
Alveré had a slightly grown-in buzz cut and a naïve presence. He was dressed in army fatigues with coyote brown boots. He was covered in crisp snowflakes; Somehow, I could see the hexagonal and octagonal crystalline structure of the ice. His face was stuck in a half-smile, on the verge of a chuckle. He was nearly six feet tall with perfect posture and the typical, stiff, herculean stance of a military person.
He wore a forearm tattoo on his left arm of an Admiralty ship’s anchor wrapped in chain links. The anchor trans- formed into a thirty-petal rose at the eye of the anchor. There was a hummingbird feeding on the rose, its wings curled in and up.
“Yep, from California—L.A. I’m Ross.”
“Ross from Cali...” He seemed to contemplate this and quickly mumbled something in Portuguese. “Nice to meet you, Ross. I’m from New York, born in São Paulo, Brazil, though.” “Moved here when I was thirteen.” Alveré excitedly corrected himself, having momentarily forgotten that he was now in Korea. “You know what I mean...moved out there.” He laughed.
“Brazil? How’d you get into the U.S. Army?”
“Long story. My unit just got here. I just met these idiots—FML.” He continued. “You military? What are you doin’ all the way in Korea...by yourself?”
“I’m actually an English teacher in a work-abroad program,” I responded.
“You signed up to come here? Who does that?!”
I pondered, squinting my eyes. “I guess I did? What a dumbass.” We laughed. “And I’m honestly sitting here regretting every moment.” I held my contract up.
“Respect. Wow.”
For the next several minutes, we spoke about the absurdities of Korean culture. Every time I glanced at Alveré to size him up, his eye contact felt like a Cyclops beam, at least for the fraction of a microsecond our pupils met. In these moments, the details of his eyes were apparent. His eyes were thalassic, deep, abidingly blue, with a thin chestnut lining. While intense and notably awkward, something about Alveré seemed familiar, like a puppy’s gaze.
As we spoke, Alveré was wringing his hands on top
of the table. He would rub his hands on the side of his pants and laugh randomly between longer gaps of silence, uttering, “Interesting!” at the end of most of my sentences. One of the other army guys tumbled into my booth.
“Hey, bro!” a drunken soldier said to Alveré.
“Ooh, he’s sexy, Alvin! Did you get his number?” the solider drunkenly joked while reaching out and twisting Alveré’s nipple. Alveré pulled away, embarrassed.
Another soldier interjected, “Alvin, you going tonight, bro? Rampant Korean p*$$y, bro...free flowing like mas agua.” The soldier began to do the robot dance.
“Alvin’s our new resident Brazilian model to attract that tiger pussy... Look at this face.” The soldiers exploded into gut-wrenching laughter, grabbing Alveré’s chin and squishing his lips. “F$g#@t,” one soldier joked. “We’re headed to this joint in Hungdae.” Hungdae was Seoul’s party capital. A night in Hungdae would mean we would be out until 6 a.m.
“You should join us...” The solider glanced over at me. “I’m Connor.” Connor reached out to shake my hand. He continued, “I hear they just let you...” The soldier paused, then wiggled his middle and ring finger around in quick circles. “And the girls just start makin’ out with each other.”
“You wanna roll through or...” The soldiers looked at me as Alveré hesitated. He whispered to me, “Don’t leave me with these idiots. Please, bro, pleassssse!”
I explained to the soldiers that I was an English teacher and that my class started early. They became distracted and began to chatter drunkenly to each other.
“Please, Ross from Cali... Don’t leave me with these douches—we vibin’, right?”
I continued to pack my bag.
“I’ll text you the address. Let me get your number. Just a few hours; never been to Hungdae...”
“Nice to meet you, Alveré, but I’m out...”
“My mom calls me Alveré; friends call me Alvin—you can call me Alví, though, if you want...” He continued. “You can tell me about L.A. I’ve always wanted to go there.”
I laughed. I stared at my contract. My passport looked back at me from the bottom of my bag. I looked back at Alví.
All right. I’m in, let’s go.









Ross Victory is an Award-Winning American author, singer/songwriter, travel geek and author of the father-son memoir, Views from the Cockpit: The Journey of a Son (2019) and Panorama: The Missing Chapter (2020). Ross spent his early years collecting pens, notepads and interviewing himself in a tape recorder. With an acute awareness for his young age, Ross was eager to point out hypocrisies and character inconsistencies in children and adults through English assignments. If he weren’t keeping his English teachers on their toes for what he would say or write next, he was processing his world through songwriting and music.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website: http://www.rossvictory.com
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/rossvictoryofficial
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/rossvictoryofficial

 




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Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Interview with Emilio Corsetti II Author of 35 MILES FROM SHORE: THE DITCHING AND RESCUE OF ALM FLIGHT 980 @emiliocorsetti #Interview

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Thirty-five miles off the coast of St. Croix, sitting beneath some five thousand feet of water, lies the most unlikely of wrecks. It is not the wreck of an ocean liner or a Spanish galleon or a fishing boat caught in an unexpected storm. This wreck is that of a passenger jet. The exact condition of the aircraft is unknown. It has remained unseen in the dark depths of the Caribbean Sea for more than thirty years. What is known is the condition of the aircraft before it sank.”

From 35 Miles From Shore by Emilio Corsetti III

Book Description:

On May 2, 1970, a DC-9 jet departed New York’s JFK international airport en route to the tropical island of St. Maarten. The flight ended four hours and thirty-four minutes later in the shark-infested waters of the Caribbean. The subsequent rescue of survivors involved the Coast Guard, Navy, and Marines. In this gripping account of that fateful day, author Emilio Corsetti puts the reader inside the cabin, the cockpit, and the rescue helicopters as the crews struggle against the weather to rescue the survivors who have only their life vests and a lone escape chute to keep them afloat.

Interview:




Welcome, Emilio!  Your nonfiction, 35 MILES FROM SHORE, sounds riveting! Can you tell us how you got interested in writing about this particular plane crash?
Emilio: I remember reading the book The Perfect Storm. It was an international best seller and later turned into a film. I thought a story about a commercial jetliner running out of fuel and having to ditch into a turbulent sea was an equally compelling idea. The fact that it was all true made it even more interesting.
Can you tell us a little about the ways you went about researching your subject?
Emilio: I had several advantages that made telling this story possible. First, this story involved a lot of different perspectives. I could tell you what a passenger was thinking as they were awaiting rescue in the water. But I also wanted to know what the rescue pilots and crewmen were thinking as they were performing the rescues. Then there are the stories of the flight crew and the cabin crew. It’s all the same event, but each individual had their own perspective. So, I knew that telling the story would involve tracking all these people down. That’s where the internet played an important role.
The accident occurred in 1970. There was no internet back then. All the individuals who took part in this story had dispersed within days of the incident. No reporter could have tracked them all down. Also, if some resourceful writer were able to track a few people down, it would have been too soon to get honest responses if they responded at all. I had the benefit of technology and time on my side.
I had one other advantage that few writers have. I am a pilot with free travel benefits. I was able to fly to numerous locations in the U.S. and Caribbean to conduct in person interviews.

Can you tell us a little about your conversation with Balsey DeWitt?

Emilio: The captain, Balsey DeWitt, was the very first person I was able to track down. I flew to New York to interview him. I stayed in his house. I recorded all my interviews. When I got back home, I started going through the hours of audio I had. I knew that this was a compelling story, but I also knew that it would require a lot of work. I didn’t know that it would take more than three years to get to a first draft. I still stay in contact with Balsey and his wife Edith.
What part of your book did you find the most exciting to write about?
Emilio: Everything involving the ditching and rescue was fun to write. From the moment the reader knows that things have taken a turn for the worse, the drama of the event is nonstop. There is no stopping to tell someone’s backstory. That was handled up front. Every chapter in this section ends with a cliff hanger that propels you forward to the next chapter. I can pick this book up today, having read it a dozen times or more, and I still am drawn into the drama of the life and death struggle.
How did it make you feel to write ‘The End’?
Emilio: It was an arduous process that didn’t end when I completed the first draft. But I did have the satisfaction of knowing that I had something that had the potential to be great.


Did you want to become a writer when you were a kid or did that come later?

Emilio: I started later in life. I was a regular contributor to an aviation periodical before this book.

Is there anything you’d like to tell your readers and fans?
Emilio: The incident described in the book occurred fifty years ago this May. There have been several other aircraft ditchings since then, most notably USAir Flight 1549. If you like stories of ordinary people caught in extraordinary circumstances, this book is for you.

Author Website & Social Media Links:


Blog: https://www.35milesfromshore.com (dedicated website)




Monday, May 11, 2020

Book Video Teaser: Mocha, Moonlight, and Murder by MaryAnn Kempher #booktrailer

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BOOK BLURB:
One night, 28-year-old, Katherine O’Brian, decides to walk to an all-night diner. The only problem? It’s midnight, but Katherine lives in Reno Nevada, a city that never sleeps; she can clearly see the diner’s lights in the distance. It’s no big deal, until she passes someone’s garage where a man is loading a dead body into the trunk of his car.

And now, she’s in trouble. She outran the man that night, and while she has no idea who he is, he knows who she is. And he wants her dead.

As if attempts on her life weren’t stressful enough, Katherine has gone back to college. She’s determined to finally finish her degree, but her lab partner is driving her crazy. He’s hot, but annoying. And she’s not sure which she wants more—a night of mad, passionate sex or a new lab partner. It varies from day to day.

Will Katherine give in to her lust for her partner or will she give in to her desire to throttle him? If she’s in the ground before graduation, it won’t matter.

Not your typical romance, not your typical mystery.

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For many years, MaryAnn Kempher lived in Reno Nevada where most of her stories are set. Her books are an entertaining mix of mystery and humor. She lives in the Tampa Florida area with her husband, two children, and a very snooty Chorkie.

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Thursday, May 7, 2020

Back Story: HOME by Alison Neuman @alison_nueuman #children #backstory

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Back Story: HOME 

By Alison Neuman


Home is the third book in the Friends and Family series that follows the adventures of a cat named Fluffy and a mouse named Levi. This series is dedicated to my mom, has a character experiencing a disability, and focuses on diversity, acceptance, friendship, and kindness.  

I have had a rare disease since the age of 3 ½ years old, have a physical disability and use a wheelchair to get around. My goal is to share the story of diversity and ensure characters are an accurate representation.

My mom, my best friend, was with me through all my hospitalizations and doctors' appointments. When there was no space in public school for a girl with arthritis, she fought to have me included. I was a small child in-between hospitalizations and home, and Mom continued our routine of reading before bed, no matter my location.

As macular degeneration stole mom's vision, I read out loud to her. In her last few years, my mom had dementia and a renewed passion for children’s books. I created what has grown to be a series of three books - Don't Eat Family, Help From Friends, and Home for her. Despite dementia stealing my mom’s words, her smiling, and her reaching out to hold her copy of Don’t Eat Family communicated her joy and pride.

While grieving the loss of my mom, writing Home was a reminder she will always be in my memories and my heart.

Home is being launched before Mother’s Day and I hope the book and the series will inspire families to read together.

It was during a literary event when I met Linda from Dream Write Publications Ltd. Linda, gave me an opportunity to teach a workshop and a space for me to sell my book. After some discussions at the event, I was given a Dream Write business card. When I was thinking about creating the book, I contacted Linda and soon had a publishing deal. Linda and the Dream Write team have encouraged each book and both myself and the illustrator along our publishing journey. They have made sure the copies of books are available at events and the retail market, provided mentorship in writing and creating a children’s series, and helped me to grow my craft.

About the Author



Alison Neuman is a writer, author, choreographer, and dance artist, who is passionate about sharing underrepresented voices. She holds a Bachelor’s of Applied Communications Degree, a diploma in Professional Writing, and a Master of Arts degree with a focus on Educational Studies.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website: www.alisonneuman.ca
Blog: http://www.alisonneuman.ca/blog/
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Alison_Neuman
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/alisonneuman.ca
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4375290.Alison_Neuman


About the Book 



Fluffy, the cat, knew the minute she met Levi that he would become fast friends with the friendly mouse using a special wheelchair. In the third installment of their adventures, join Fluffy, Levi, and his family on their final leg of adventure to find their forever homes together.

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Monday, May 4, 2020

10 Things You Might Not Know About Jennifer Chase @jchasenovelist #10Things

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Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and best-selling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling.  She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers.

WEBSITE & SOCIAL LINKS:

Website: https://authorjenniferchase.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JChaseNovelist
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJenniferChase/

10 Things You Might Not Know About Jennifer Chase

1. I always write my novels in my bare feet. It’s just comfortable and I’ve been doing that for as
long as I can remember. It has happened once or twice that I had to put on a pair of socks if the
winter is extra cold.
  
2. I was born and raised in California, and currently reside there. But, I’ve lived in Oklahoma and
Colorado for a short period of time.

3. I’ve had dogs in my entire life ever since I was two years old. My first dog was a Golden
Retriever. 

4. I won an open tennis tournament when I was fourteen years old.

5. I thought seriously about becoming a veterinarian because of my love for animals.

6. I don’t drink coffee! I love the smell of freshly ground coffee, hate the taste with a passion, but
I’ve been known to eat coffee ice cream on a whim. A little bit crazy—I know.

7. I write left handed, but I’m ambidextrous in most activities.

8. My favorite city in California is Santa Barbara.

9. The snack I like to eat I’m writing is black licorice—especially when I write about serial killers.

10. I love to write when it’s raining.

 

About the Book:



Title: FLOWERS ON HER GRAVE
Author: Jennifer Chase
Publisher: Bookouture
Pages: 328
Genre: Crime Thriller

BOOK BLURB:

On the floor, amongst the piles of freshly pressed laundry, lay the woman’s lifeless body, her pale yellow nightdress soaked in blood. 
 
“I didn’t do it…” came a whisper from the corner of the room. 

Detective Katie Scott has never seen two people more in love than her aunt and uncle as they danced on the decking the night of their wedding anniversary party. But the next morning, when Katie finds her aunt’s body sprawled across the floor, that perfect image is shattered forever.

All fingers point to Katie’s uncle, Pine Valley’s beloved sheriff and protector – after all, his prints are all over the antique knife found at the scene. Grieving, but certain of her uncle’s innocence, Katie is consigned to the cold case division after she’s discovered searching the house for clues. Does someone want to keep her as far away from this investigation as possible?

Ignoring warnings from her team, Katie digs into her uncle’s old case files and discovers photographs of the body of a young girl found tied to a tree after a hike in search of a rare flower. Her body is covered with the same unusual lacerations her aunt suffered. Katie knows it can’t be a coincidence, but every lead she follows takes her to a dead end.

Moments before the sheriff is arrested, Katie realizes that a single piece of thread she found at the crime scene could be the missing link that will stitch old crimes to new. But how can she prove her uncle’s innocence without throwing herself directly into the line of fire? She doesn’t have a choice, he’s the only family she has left.

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