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1. Remembered (The Vistira Trilogy: Book !)
   Originally from Forest Hills, New York, E. D. Brady is a wife and mother of two, living in a small town outside Raleigh, NC. Since childhood, she dreamt of writing stories and spent countless hours entertaining her friends by making up romantic tales for them. Giving up the Manhattan business world has allowed her the time to finally put pen to paper.
2. Kathy Freed by Drak Kath
   I've been writing erotica under a variety of pen names for years all on free sites. I've befriended adult actors and seen elements of the lifestyle that people never really think about. I'm trying to capture what that lifestyle is really like in this book. It's the first of a series.
3. Disarmed By Love by Vicki Keener
   So here I am, sitting at the computer, pondering what to tell you and how much to tell you about me and my life. My thoughts are random and disjointed musings. I decided that if I were to ever write my autobiography, I'd title it: “Random Musings of an Old Broad”. I live in South Carolina in a cat house. Uh, I mean, a house with four cats, felines, three females and one male. Shame on you if you got the wrong impression. My husband lives here with me to stress the point further. Most of my life was spent in Pennsylvania, but I've lived in New Jersey and New York, the state, not the city. I've visited all but one of the 48 contiguous states and have no idea why I didn't get to Idaho. Reading is a passion of mine and has been as long as I can remember. Before I began to write romance novels, my reading choices evolved to authors such as, John Grisham, Lee Child, Harlan Cobin and Nelson DeMille. I read Harlequin and Silhouette novels years ago, moved on to Barbara Taylor Bradford and Judith Krantz novels, and that's just a few of the authors I love. Now I read romance novels again. Talk about things coming full circle. Here's a tidbit I prefer you not whisper to family, friends and acquaintances, because it bothers me a great deal. I create my characters, their foibles, failings, personalities and accomplishments. I place them in untenable, provocative, happy and tense situations, but this is the scary part. They talk to me, they keep me awake at night, they demand to have their say. They won't let me alone until I do their bidding. I know, I know, it worries me, too. And now I beg, plead and entreat you. If you read any of my books, please, take the time to write a review. Independent authors live and die by reviews. If you hate a book of mine, please, email me at vlkinpa@gmail.com and I will try to talk you out of publishing your review. I'll reply to all emails, regardless of the content. Please excuse me. There are characters clamoring for attention and I can no longer ignore them.
4. Emerson’s Attic
   My name is Kathleen Andrews Davis and I live in the mountains of Central Pennsylvania with my husband and a horde of deer who insist on annihilating my attempts at gardening. We are empty-nesters with two grown daughters and two beautiful grandchildren. During my long and varied working life I did business writing including everything from press releases to policy and procedure manuals. I served a year as a managing editor of an in-house newspaper where I enjoyed every aspect of production including writing, photography, and even the dummy layout. From there, I wandered into marketing pieces and business plans. My favorite venture, however, was fourteen years in the Bed & Breakfast industry. This was my passion. When we left our lovely old Victorian it left a hole in my heart and I found myself with an indistinguishable yearning. Watching my aunt, Judith Redline Coopey, fulfill her lifelong dream of becoming a published author started the little wheels in my head turning. If I liked commercial writing, why won’t I like creative writing? Becoming a grandmother was the fuel that fed the fire, and I decided to leave my grandchildren a legacy of words that would outlast any other inheritance I could give. The knitting needles have slowed, the flower beds (or what’s left of them) have weeds, my fishing rod leans lonely in a corner of the garage, and I can’t get enough of “Emerson,” the real one and the character. I hope you will read and enjoy Emerson’s Attic, The Blue Velvet. The Blue Velvet is the first in a series with the second book, Smoke and Mirrors, in the works.