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Don’t believe the stories you have heard about me. I have never killed anyone, and I have never stolen another woman’s husband. Oh, if I find one lying around unattended, I might climb on, but I never took one that didn’t want taking. And I never meant to go to Africa. I blame it on the weather. It was a wretched day in Paris, grey and gloomy and spitting with rain, when I was summoned to my mother’s suite at the Hotel de Crillon. I had dressed carefully for the occasion, not because Mossy would care -my mother is curiously unfussy about such things. But I knew wearing something chic would make me feel a little better about the ordeal to come. So I put on a divine little Molyneux dress in scarlet silk with a matching cloche, topped it with a clever chinchilla stole and left my suite, boarded the lift and rode up two floors to her rooms.

Deanna Raybourn’s website | The virtual book tour | My interview with the author

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Publication Date: May 30, 2013 through CreateSpace
Available on Amazon worldwide     USA   Canada   UK    FR
and may be ordered at any bookstore

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Stepping out the front door into a wash of cool autumn air, Katherine closed her eyes and inhaled its crispness.
It doesn’t get much better than this, she thought, walking briskly through the leafy neighborhood.
Her usual 7:00 a.m. route to work caught the city in its final stretch of waking up. She loved the sense of lingering quiet while a blanket of calm lay gently in the air. Even the traffic seemed to move sleepily, preceding the honking, gesturing, and gridlock that would evolve as rush hour developed.

Patricia Sands’ website | The virtual book tour | My review

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Publication date: May 7th 2013 by Atria Books
ISBN: 1451621507 (ISBN13: 9781451621501)

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Every story begins with a tremble of anticipation. At the start we may have an idea of our point of arrival, but what lies before us and makes us shudder is the journey, for that is all discovery. This strange and curious story begins for me at the sea. Its sound and scent are my punctuation. Its movements are my verbs. As I write this, angry waves break upon the rocks, and when the water recedes, the rocks seem to be seeping. As if nature is expressing what is in my soul. Expressing what I cannot speak of out loud but can only write, here, in secret, for you, Fantine.

MJ Rose’s website | The virtual book tour | My review

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