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Old 10-18-2009, 06:40 PM   #24
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Greetings!
Just a reminder that the Smashwords coupon for WIDOW'S TALE is expiring November 1st.
$.99 can buy you danger, romance, maybe a ghost or two, and several mugs of beer at O'Flanagans Inn.

Here's an example from WIDOW'S TALE ..............

O’Flanagans was as much a tradition in the small Maine coastal village of Victory Cove as were the lobster boats and sailors that kept the establishment thriving over fifty years, and through three generations. This colonial institution was the home of Serena’s childhood. It was also her legacy now that her parents had retired and moved to Florida.

Serena talked the O’Flanagans out of flying north after Alan’s disappearance. Instead, she was grateful to have the pub to keep her busy. Its patrons were family in their own right, protective and loyal to the last O’Flanagan.

The heavy oak door drew shut behind Serena, locking out the bad weather with a finality that almost made her feel safe. She leaned back against it and eyed the overhead wooden beams—timber rafters permeated with the aroma of beer and lobster bisque. The scent stabilized Serena. She drew in another deep breath and held it until the trembling in her limbs subsided.

"Yo, Rena, are you going to keep a thirsty man waiting, just hanging around here like a long-haired dog on a hot summer day?"

In this place, there was no time for emotion. Alan was dead. He would not hurt her anymore.

But finding his body would have made it seem real.

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/3352
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