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Series: J.H.C.

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Genre: Romance/Erotica

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Expected Publication Date: July 26, 2016

Pages: 131

 

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Five hot and steamy romances that will tug at your heartstrings and kick up the temperature. Get ready!

A Military Romance Series:
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Book 4 – Charlie’s Activation: The most unlikely choice can be the best man for the job.
Book 5 – Wellsie’s Dilemma: Sometimes all you need is one shot to make the call of a lifetime.

The members of the team learn how to balance family and work when the lives they’ve led get turned on their head. Their unit can only grow stronger as the crew gets closer.

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Chyra’s secret is revealed in book 3.5.  The family has learned about little Zachariah and have given her all kinds of hell about it.  They don’t know that’s not the only secret she has.  Just wait until they learn the rest of her secrets.

Isaac has been nice enough to stay away from his wife while she sorts out her life.  Finally, fed up and having had enough, he pays a surprise visit to Tempa.

What he finds may just be more than he bargained for when he determined/decided to take the youngest Norton sister as his wife?

Add to the mix, the father of her newly revealed son and you have a trifecta that is sure to rock the worlds of every member of the Norton family whether they be related by blood or by marriage.  Sometimes hiding isn’t the best remedy.  Chyra may just wish that she didn’t return once all comes out.

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New Release from Ellie Keys (formerly E. L. R. Jones) My Fairy Darkness

Title: My Fairy Darkness (The Darkness Series, Book 1)
Author: Ellie Keys formerly E. L. R. Jones
Release Date: June 23, 2015
Genre: Adventure Romance

A much anticipated release from this author.  The first four chapters of this book was released originally last month with an anthology: Untamed and Unleashed Paranormal Twists.  Now, the entire novel is available for reader enjoyment.  A portion is shared here just give a little tease for those who want to start it now!

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Synopsis:
I’m called Sapphire to those that would bring about death and evil to an otherwise peaceful domain. It is a name that has earned me a modicum of respect and a hell of a lot of enemies. I know this shit. It’s what I crave. Tonight’s enemy better be cooperative. I’m really not in the mood to play around. 
Princess Arabella Gwin has a secret that she’s been keeping from the members of her council and the inhabitants of her kingdom. She believes it best for them not to know about her nighttime activities. She learns that she isn’t the only one that is keeping secrets and the “darkness” within may be the only thing that is keeping her alive. A dark side, a huge secret, a known and unknown enemy along with newcomer trying to keep it together long enough to find out the truth about her past in order to enjoy the future. 
Ellie Keys is the new pen name for author E.L.R. Jones. She is retiring the old name and working under the new.
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~~ The Hindrance (1) ~~

~~Ari~~

The main doors of the meeting room crash open and in runs a small man. He isn’t really small, but short by comparison to those of our kind. There are those that believe that fairies are cute, dainty, little creatures that can be held in the palm of their hand. This is a gross misconception. We don’t flit around, spread pixie dust or any other crap like that. I, for one, wouldn’t be caught dead in those skimpy, slutty, attention grabbing outfits that she parades around in. We definitely aren’t off spreading love and whatever else that little twit stands for. I am nobody’s Tinkerbell.

Who I am is the reason for this tale? It isn’t supposed to be like this. I didn’t think that it would get this bad. Yet, here I sit. I am sitting at the head of the table, watching an annoying, little man make his way to the elders of our community to inform them of something I already know about. If I weren’t who I was, then I would’ve left already. Unfortunately, I am who I am and I have to give a damn. So, I wait as his weathered body attempts to quicken his steps. He can tell that we are patiently waiting, some of us less so than others, for him to speak. It is not often the evening meal is interrupted. Come to think of it, I can only think of one time. That man lost his head after delivering his news. Hmm, I wonder if that will be what follows today. Ooh, I love a good beheading. Although, that one had been far too quick for my liking.

The little man finally makes it to the center of the room and bows his head. I think I’m going to make a suggestion that we put a microphone or intercom at the entrance. It would save us precious time. I mean who really has time to sit around waiting for our elderly to make their way to us to present themselves. I could’ve done seven rounds of training by now.

I lean to my right where one of the only people that can tolerate my usual foul mood is sitting. My eyes flash. I see the reflection of it in the silverware that’s on the table. I realize the twitchiness that I am feeling is stemming from the side of me that I try to keep dormant. The need to stop this man’s heart or separate his head from his shoulders for his increasingly slow pace is not who I am. It is all part of the darkness that I carry within and fight daily to control.

Before I can voice my greatest desire, he does.

“Saph, don’t. I already know that you’re itching for a kill. Your hand is twitching. Fifteen and I’ll turn you loose,” Carlimine whispers.

At first glance, he looks like a wise, old man with his twin peaks of white streaks that grow from matching points at either side of his temples. The rest of his hair appears to be in rebellion and is jet black. All of it is bone straight and shoulder length when it is released from the confines of the dijo; the hair binding, hand created by my aunt that is silver and carved with his initials. Today, it is up as mine is. His hair is usually either bound in that or the blades we were given.

We wear sacred symbols on the hilt of our blades. They are whispered protections from our ancestors handed down by the heads of the family line. All of our blades, even the ones we wear in our hair, have been twice blessed. Once by the family head, then again by our unit leader. The blades in our hair look like chopsticks. The enemy doesn’t know it’s a weapon until it is too late because it is protruding from their body. The kibos are my second favorite weapons. The first is my kiban and it is a beauty.

Carlimine is my leader. He keeps the ne-athé at bay. He is currently interrupting my thoughts of death and dismemberment with his words of caution and discretion. His call sign is “Uncle Carl”. Although, there are times when he is referred to solely as “C.”. It’s not something I’ve ever used, but I have noticed others making a reference to it. The “call sign” I know is the one that I use.

If that name comes across any of my screens, then I know I have something or someone to take care of. His looks are deceiving, which is the way he likes it. When one looks at his appearance, he looks cool, calm and collected. He doesn’t look as if he has a care in the world. Underneath it all, he is cold, callous and calculating. He is forever accessing the situations around us. The man is a well oiled machine with the body of a twenty-five year old. He is cut so tough that a person will need medical attention if they touch him. The buck stops with him. He taught me everything I know. His voice brings my mind back to the here and now. I’m not allowed to let my mind drift. It isn’t the best if I am left to my own devices for long periods of time. Hence, the reason for the continued mental interruptions.

“Saph, you are not paying attention. Access the room. What do you see?” his words float around me as I make myself focus and do as he has commanded. Even when his words are whispered, I know the difference between a request and a command.

I settle into my seat, but not in the way most would. My chair is wood carved with etchings that match the design of my wings. If those wings were to be released at this moment, then they would give off an indigo hue because I am in the seat of royalty and leadership. The cushions that pad the back and base of my chair share that color as do my robes. The back of the chair is at least three feet higher than the top of my head when I am seated. It is at least a foot and a half taller when I am standing next to it. I stand five feet seven inches without heels. My chair is a seat of power, but is the smallest in comparison with that of my aunt’s and father’s.

When I am seated at my place then my back is flush with the elongated backing of my chair. My feet settle on the post that rests at the front of my seat so that they don’t dangle.

“A royal does not go about kicking their feet, scuffing their shoes or shredding their garments because they think it is fun, Arabella. There is a time for play and a time for seriousness. You must learn to conform and bend to the purposes that have been set before you, my dear.”

I giggle to myself as my aunt’s words come back to me. If she only knew how the words would come to shape my life, then I don’t think she would’ve ever have posed them to me in that manner. Carlimine’s finger tapping my hand causes me to redirect my thoughts. That gesture is a silent reminder that I am not doing what he commanded me to do.   It grates on my nerves and comforts me all at the same time that he knows me well enough to know when I am doing what I am supposed to or not. I attune myself to my surroundings.

My posture is one of rigidity because I’ve stiffened due to my uncle’s slight chastisement. I have to remind myself that he is doing this to teach me. I relax my shoulders and take a deep breath. I am in the middle of my chair. My long arms are resting on the arm rails of it and my hands are loosely hanging over the ends. I open my previously closed eyes and begin my assessment.

The little man is still blathering on. I have no clue exactly what he is saying, but the point of it is there is a threat against the kingdom. Purif is to be attacked sometime in the near future. I begin to watch the man a little bit closer. The bald spot at the top of his head is shiny enough for me to see the reflection of my uncle’s face. Goodness! How sad is that? I wish I could just put him out of his misery. He’s an old man and there won’t be many that will miss him. I’m sure they will get over it with the proper enticement.

About the Author: Ellie Keys is an author of mystery and thriller novels. The characters of her stories are loud, exuberant and controlling when it comes to demanding her attention. The personalities that come out on paper give audience members insight into the reason why she is a little off center. She loves writing, reading a good book and losing herself in a great movie. 

Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created. There is a great deal in store for lovers of mystery and thrill seekers. She invites you to follow her on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest, look her up on her website
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(New Release) Hermes’ Boundary by Ellie Keys {Giveaway Included)

 

IT’S HERE!!  After having to push the release date a few weeks, it’s finally here and ready for reader consumption!  Hermes’ Boundary is AVAILABLE NOW!  The second installment of the Touched by a god Series is available in ebook format.  Pick up your copy today, just follow the links below.

Title: Hermes’ Boundary
Series: Touched by a god, Book 2
Author: Ellie Keys
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Mythological
Publisher: Life In “E” motion
Hermes stood in the corner and waited while
the mortal woman talked to the mortal child.
He’d never been one to have a desire to be close to anyone in that age
range, especially not a little female.
He hadn’t had to deal with one since he was one himself.  The mortal they called Qui (spoken kwee) was
the one talking to the little one named Renneé.
They sometimes referred to her as R.J. Why he didn’t understand.  They were discussing some project the little
one was worried about.  The woman, he
guessed he should start using her name since his uncle had him spending time
with her, was trying her best to remain calm despite the fact the little one, Rennée, was obviously distraught.  The woman was named Ty’Quishia Johnson, which
was a surprise because he hadn’t ever heard of a mortal with her skin pigment
ever being given a name so unique.   Once
one met the woman, then they would realize that she needed to have a name that 
separated her from all the others in the world.
She is as unconventional as they come.
Qui’s hair was changed with some chemical the
mortals use to change their hair from time to time.  Was it called hair dye?  Yes, that’s what it was called.  Her hair was now a fiery red tone that was
close to Scarlett’s hair color.  Her
normally brown with almost amber tones hair color could not be seen with the
flame like color she had on her head now.
Hermes felt like those colors in a mortal’s hair was like them putting
on one of those wigs or falls that he heard so many of his models talking
about.  Her slight frame showcased decent
curves.  She had barely a mortal male’s
handful of boobs in the red shirt that had one of those built in bras.  Her signature bracelet sized earrings were in
her ears and so was the link necklace she was known to wear daily.  He remembered them being referred to as
hoops; the earrings. The costume jewelry had changed from gold to silver, but
it was her “go to” set.  The actual
bracelets she always wore matched her necklace.
Her ass, he could go on for days about the curve
and shape of that ass and how everything she put on made her ass look
delectable enough to bite into. 
 
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 Book 1 is available now as well:
Ellie Keys is an author of mystery and thriller novels. The characters of her stories are loud, exuberant and controlling when it comes to demanding her attention. The personalities that come out on paper give audience members insight into the reason why she is a little off center. She loves writing, reading a good book and losing herself in a great movie. 



Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created. There is a great deal in store for lovers of mystery and thrill seekers. She invites you to follow her on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest or look her up on her website.

 
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New Release…An Author’s Tale by Ellie Keys

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There are those that will tell you that they’ve done some things in their life that have not only been life altering, but have been downright the stupidest thing they have ever done. I am going to let you know right now that I am one of those people. I still cannot believe that this is my life. I really can’t believe that things worked out in the end. I am incredibly fortunate because all things considered things could have truly gone deep into left field. What am I talking about?

My name is Stephanie Daniels and I am an author. I am also hands down one of the biggest idiots known to man. Let me tell you why. About a year and a half ago, I was just beginning to get my fledgling writing career off the ground. I’d decided that I would go to a multi-author book signing to gain some public awareness and possibly notoriety. I also thought it would be a great to do the whole “fan girl” thing without being creepy. I’m from Ohio. To be more exact, I’m from Sandusky, Ohio. I decided to take a risk and invest in myself.

I signed up to be an author signing with about fifty other authors at an event in New York. The April event was perfect timing. It meant that the bulky coats could be exchanged and I would be able to wear cute and comfy clothes. If that wasn’t enough, then the warmer temps meant more opportunity to go out and enjoy the city. I’d had enough of being indoors. I needed a break from the recluse that I’d become. A better trip couldn’t have been planned for me if I had planned it myself. I can’t express just how ecstatic I was to be able to go on my first major trip outside of the state. I was even more excited about visiting New York. I mean, how cool was that?

There was a Facebook group set up for the participating author. I’ve gotten to know some of the authors that were going to be at the event quite well. The countdown to the event would make me want to openly weep. I couldn’t contain the joy I carried around inside. I was nervous beyond words, but that didn’t matter I still couldn’t wait. Some of the names on the graphics that were created to promote the event brought tears to my eyes. I was set to be sharing a space with so many amazing men and women.

As my departure date drew nearer, I found myself repeatedly checking my lists and packages that I’d created. I wanted to make sure that I didn’t forget one thing. I had my suitcase packed the week prior. I packed and unpacked that thing about four times before I finally felt comfortable enough to say that there was nothing that I’d forgotten. I felt better knowing that the other newer authors were just as off kilter as I felt. I wasn’t alone. I think that is one of the greatest feelings ever. I felt one hundred and ten percent better knowing that I wasn’t alone in the crazy.

Finally, the big day of departure arrived and I nearly left my dang carry on in the chair in my living room. Thankfully, I was travelling with a close friend of mine, Rhonda Baker-Turner. She and I have lived next door to each other for about eight years. I was introduced to her in one of the most unconventional ways. Our bedroom windows are facing one another and only separated by a pale, wooden fence. She and her then boyfriend, now husband, Darius Turner, were engaged in a round of some type of tantric sex session. I heard her screaming his name and him pleading with her to not be so loud or the neighbors would think that he was killing her. I couldn’t hold back the laughter when that caused them to begin to bicker back and forth over whether or not that was the right time to think about the neighbors. I believe the question that was screamed was:

“Do you really think the neighbors would have mistaken my screaming orgasm as a sign that my dumb ass boyfriend is attempting to murder me?”

“I certainly didn’t,” I’d stated out loud and evidently loud enough for her to hear me.

I’d cringed as I actually tossed the cover over my head when I heard complete silence after my idiotic outburst. I’d forgotten for a moment that my window was open as well as theirs. I heard the bed move and not in the way that it had been previously moving. It clearly stated someone was getting out of the bed and moving toward a different area of the room. If I had needed to guess, then I would have stated they’d been moving toward the open window. I would have guessed right. The next time she spoke her voice was a great deal closer than it had been before.

“Hey. Who said that?”

I heard the question, but I didn’t want to answer. I thought about possibly pretending that I didn’t hear her then I thought about trying to close my window. I thought about that too late. Had I been quicker then I would have done so when she’d been making her way to the dang window. Resigned, I climbed out of my bed and moved to the window. A woman with chestnut brown hair kind of matted to her head was peering out the window wearing a pearl color robe with pink roses. At least they’d looked like pink roses from the light that was cast from the moon. Her eyes seem to glow which told me they had to be some shade of green. I stood in my “I love sleep” plush pajama bottoms and a pink tank that matched the hearts in my pants. My size fourteen hips and ass felt comfortable in them, but looking at her “just got laid” look made me feel a little lonely.

I averted my gaze for a moment, took a quick breath and introduced myself.

“Hi. I’m your new neighbor, Stephanie Daniels. I’m not usually one to listen in…on…people, but I had a late night writing session… I, um, I’d just gone to bed before… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to speak or at least not loud enough for anyone to hear me,” I was finally able to get out.

She just smiled and waved her petite hand dismissively before speaking again, “Please. You’re good. I’m just wanting to know if you thought this one…,” a guy that looked like he had about a foot or so on her short frame joined her at the window.

His face said that he was slightly embarrassed that they’d been caught. Her face seemed to not care at all they’d been heard. In fact, she didn’t seem overly concerned at the predicament we’d found ourselves in, at all. As I looked on, I could see that he was in pretty decent shape. He wasn’t perfectly cut, but it could be seen that he took care of his body. The waves of his sandy blonde hair fell limply over his forehead. His smile revealed a chipped front tooth and dimples. He was kind of cute. Her speaking again had interrupted my attempt at admiring the view in front of me.

“Oh, sorry. Hello there, Stephanie. My name is Rhonda Baker and this here is Darius Turner,” her absentminded introduction had me giggling to myself.

She introduced herself as an afterthought. It had been as if she suddenly remembered that she should’ve done so once he appeared at her side. I had a feeling that his presence definitely had something to do with it. I don’t think she would’ve thought about it until much later in the conversation had he not been there. Rhonda began speaking again.

“Now, back to my question, did you think this one was attempting to murder me or just giving me the most amazing pipe work ever?”

I almost choked on my tongue as I registered what it was that she’d asked me and tried to get my brain to work up a response. I’d never met a woman that was not only so free with herself, but her thoughts and actions, as well. After a few moments, I’d responded. I’d basically repeated what I’d already said. She apologized for being so loud then said that I wouldn’t have to worry about hearing them anymore that night because Darius wouldn’t be feeling the inside of any of her orifices that evening. Looking forlorn and as a puppy dog that had been banned from playing with his favorite chew toy, Darius retreated. Rhonda and I said our goodnights. She shook her head as she followed behind him. I laughed so hard I nearly tripped as I’d walked back to my bed and climbed in.

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Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it’s paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn’t matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she’s addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately.

Ellie Keys is from Michigan and a graduate of Central Michigan University with a degree in psychology. This degree allows her acknowledge that she may be a little bit off because of all of the talk about hearing voices that don’t allow her to sleep. The good thing about that is she is in good company. She was happy to learn that she wasn’t alone when she talked to other authors.

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Introducing Author Ellie Keys

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It was the reason that I couldn’t ever bring myself to stay mad at him. It’s the reason that we were amicably separated. It’s also the reason that I was making cookies for a woman that I should have by all rights hated with every fiber of my being. I didn’t and I still don’t. I so don’t. I am indebted to her for making him realize that he needed to let us go. I should probably have my head examined, regularly.
I’m happy that he’s no longer here, taking up my space and making our lives in this house miserable because he is. I am now that is. I thought I was happy for him then. It’s been a year since that day. I can’t even believe it. A whole year has passed and all of it is still fresh. All of it is as real as if it happened a matter of moments ago and not so many moments ago. I didn’t think then that I would ever be in the position that I am in now. I didn’t see this curve ball coming. I share my story now as the moments unfold and not as me reflecting.
As I stand in my kitchen again, I look down and shake my head. My frustration level grew as I realized exactly what I’d done.
“Dammit, now I have to make some more mix for the cookies,” my eyes settled on a tray with only one cookie dough ball left on it.
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Excerpt from A Mother’s Burden
“No. I am sick and tired of doing this with you. It’s the same argument. The same conversation and I’m tired of it,” my son, Marcus, growled at me as he quickly stood from my kitchen table and dropped his plate into the formerly spotless sink.
“Marc, honey, I don’t know what you’re getting so worked up over. If this thing with this girl is really something, then there is nothing that I could do to mess it up. If she is having issues or some need…,” I began as I watched my son’s face contort into a mask of complete horror and possibly justified anger.
“Are. You. Fu…serious? You are actually questioning whether or not I’m serious about her or she’s serious about me? I’m committed to this woman. I’m so committed to her that I was willing to subject her to your judgment. I thought I was bringing the woman that I loved to meet the most amazing woman that I’ve ever known. I didn’t know that I was meeting the cruel, nonobjective, conniving body double that sat with me and shredded the heart of the woman I plan to marry,” he shook his head and turned his back on me. He took a few deep breaths then moved toward the back door. “I thought you would care enough to try. I guess my expectations were far too high. The woman I have respected and adored, the woman that raised me decided to take a vacation. I hoped you would see just how important she is to me since I wanted you to meet her. Amazing just how wrong I was.”
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I heard her screaming his name and him pleading with her to not be so loud or the neighbors would think that he was killing her. I couldn’t hold back the laughter when that caused them to begin to bicker back and forth over whether or not that was the right time to think about the neighbors. I believe the question that was screamed was:
“Do you really think the neighbors would have mistaken my screaming orgasm as a sign that my dumb ass boyfriend is attempting to murder me?”
“I certainly didn’t,” I’d stated out loud and evidently loud enough for her to hear me.
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Excerpt from Scarlett’s Letter
She took him further into her throat and heard his beautiful response to her machinations. She moaned and he hissed as her tongue swirled around him. He quickly pulled her off of him and lifted her lips to his own. After she was kissed senseless, he grabbed her hips and lifted her above his head. When did he remove her bikini bottoms?
“Spread,” he commanded.
She immediately complied as she spread her legs and felt her toes curl over the back of the chair. He chuckled then kissed and nibbled her thighs. Scarlett was still in the air just above his head as he continued to torture her with his mouth. His strong arms held her suspended just above him. He licked a trail down her legs to the backs of her knees and she giggled then screamed her frustration. Aides moved back along her legs to nibble at her thighs, but never where she wanted him. She squirmed in his hold and his chuckle told her that he was enjoying himself.
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Excerpt from Hermes’ Boundary
“H., did you ever think that the thing that you try to steer clear of is the one thing that you might actually need? I think that might actually be the case. So, I’ve decided to make that my side project until the baby comes, then I will have something else to focus on. Until then, I’m going to work steadily to prove it to you,” she’d said to him as they watched Cerberus gnaw on a bone.
Neither of them knew if the bone was from a human or an animal, but Cerberus seemed to be enjoying it.
“Hermes, be open to this or else,” was all that his uncle had said on the matter before he’d dismissed him.
Sometimes he wished that he could turn off the internal “call button” he was born with. It was tuned into to every one of his brethren and, in rare cases, mortals.
Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance/Erotica author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it’s paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn’t matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she’s addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately.
Ellie Keys is from Michigan and a graduate of Central Michigan University with a degree in psychology. This degree allows her acknowledge that she may be a little bit off because of all of the talk about hearing voices that don’t allow her to sleep. The good thing about that is she is in good company. She was happy to learn that she wasn’t alone when she talked to other authors.
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Book Signings I’m Affiliated With!!

Author E. L. R. Jones

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I will be attending three events as an author this year where I will be signing books and offering the option to pre-order any of the books that I have available.  I’ve decided to post the links to the ones that I will be attending and all of the information that I have available. 

I can’t put into words just how happy I am to be able to not only be attending these events, but to be a featured author.  I will be sharing a couple of the spaces with names such as: Lily White, Harper Sloan, Chelle Bliss, Dawn Robertson and J. M. Walker; just to name a few.  I will be one of the biggest fan girls ever.  I hope that I don’t do something stupid or embarrass myself.  Without further ado, here is the list:

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Booking in Biloxi

March 7, 2015

Biloxi MS 2

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bookinginbiloxi?ref=hl

Tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/booking-in-biloxi-tickets-12589041161

Blog: http://crazycajunbookaddicts.blogspot.com/

Authors in the City

March 14, 2015

AITC 2015

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorsinthecity

http://www.authorsinthecity.com/

Hotel: https://www.starwoodmeeting.com/events/start.action?id=1403174025&key=12B7A16F

Tickets: http://www.eventbrite.com/e/authors-in-the-city-myrtle-beach-sc-tickets-11971772895

Authors in Atlanta

September 5, 2015

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorsinatlanta?ref=br_tf

I can’t wait to possibly see you at any or all of the upcoming events.

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