Monday, March 18, 2019

Featuring Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku, Author of NAUGHTY PROMISE, A BWWM Sweet & Sexy Romance Story

She hired a private waiter to serve her meals & drinks, but tension simmers like a cracking flame when their eyes clash and his fingers brush against hers.

Love Quote:

The way you look at me makes my heart thunder. The way you speak to me when you’re happy makes me feel like I’m more than what I am. And the way you laugh rings a bell inside me.

~ Clifton Rutherford


A BWWM Sweet & Steamy Romance

Genre: Romance/Interracial/BWWM
Release Date: February 12th, 2019
Word Count: Over 66,000 words
No of Pages: 207 (eBook) & 274 (Paperback)


~ A Flirty & Feisty Romance Novel ~

It starts with a naughty promise…
“I want to see you every minute of every day.”

~ Clifton

With his emotions twisted and a dodgy past as long as his arm, Clifton Rutherford starts over as a waiter aboard a yacht. He does not count on getting fired and hired in the same breath. Now, he intends to keep his head down with his new female employer. But working as her private waiter, it is impossible for their eyes not to clash and for her fingers not to brush his own.

From the moment workaholic sensation, Kemi Adenuga hired, Clifton as her private waiter, tension simmered between them like a cracking flame. Yet, she does not flaunt her power or date her workers. When he makes her a naughty promise and becomes a thorn in her skin, her body tickles during the day and her night thoughts are dominated by his sculpted physique and eyes that make her feel something new.

Will Kemi and Clifton trust each other with their pasts and future?

~ From the Author of CHRISTMAS Seduction: A BWWM Sweet & Steamy Romance ~

Purchase Links (includes Paperbacks)


Clifton punched his way through, walking ahead to Kemi’s office. With her head bowed low, she was scribbling on a sheet of paper in front of her.

For a few moments he leaned against the door frame watching her work. His stomach twitched and his muscles tautened.

Then she lifted her head. Her hand went straight to her chest. “What! You scared me.”

He pushed away from the wall and dangled the basket in his hand. “I come bearing food, workaholic. Are you hungry?”

His sensational boss pushed her seat back and stood. Her face broke into a huge smile. “How nice of you, Clifton.”

“If you can’t come to the dining area, I’ll bring the food to you. Should we eat?”

Ambling with one hand flicking through her hair, Kemi skewed her head. “I’m starving! Let’s go out to the deck.” She took his hand and led the way to the alfresco area overlooking the sea and the sky.

Laughing as he walked behind her, he stared at her backside. “Good view from where I’m walking.”

When they got to the deck, she pushed him against the glass wall and pressed her palms on his chest. “Stop staring at my backside.”

Her cheeks waffled with mini-giggles.

“Then stop walking in front of me.” He clipped her wrists with his right hand, cuddled her waist with his left hand and lowered his head. “Can I kiss you here?”


He did anyway, flashing his lips past her mouth a few times. She shut her eyes, and leaned closer, so her lips invited him inside.

Parting her lips, she shut her eyes and leaned closer, inviting his tongue to chat inside her mouth.

A full charge of voltage coursed through his body before he poached her mouth with his own.

When her eyelids glided open, their eyes had a long chat.

“Anyone could be watching. I’m trying to preserve your honour,” he explained, in response to the unspoken question–why did you stop–in her eyes.

“I know.” She backed down and went to stand by the banister. “You look hot, just to deliver lunch to your boss.”

A Bit About Stella

I'm Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku, author of several toe-curling & heart-fluttering Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels. I love and enjoy writing Interracial/Multicultural/BWWM & African American Romance as well as Historical & Paranormal Romance Stories. My heroes are super-sexy men with big hearts and the heroines are strong, flirty and feisty. All my stories are page-turners, a breath of fresh air, dotted with unexpected twists and turn. You will laugh, cry, get a thrill and a message when you read my books and each novel makes the perfect gift for your family, friends and colleagues. There are now 24 published books so far.

Just so you know, I'm a romantic freak, mum of two children; one vivacious adult child and one energetic teenager and I’m married to my gorgeous husband, my hero and best friend. We live in London, UK. Swimming on my back like a star-fish is one of my skills. Please write or connect with me on social media. I love hearing from you.

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Monday, March 11, 2019

Featuring Book Tour for O'Shay & Sanaa by Jonas Brinkley

Write Now Literary is pleased to be organizing a book tour for O’Shay & Sanaa by Jonas Brinkley. The tour will run March 4-15, 2019. Book your own tour here

Book Title: O'shay & Sanaa: An Urban Romance

Genre: Romance         

Book Release Date: March 21, 2019

Pre-Order: B & N Kindle:

Currently an independent author, Jonas Brinkley was born in Georgia and was raised by his mother in Tift County. His writing talent manifested from his teen years and by the encouragement from his relatives and friends, he developed it by taking the relevant college courses that honed not only his writing skills but also knowledge on various fields like theosophy and business. He founded (Voice of My Ancestors) Voma Publications LLC. J. Brinkley’s unconventional philosophies about life and love are a gift that ought to be shared with the world via writing.

When O'shay London met Sanaa Holland, it was an instant attraction. They dated for a while and found themselves in love with each other. Finalizing their romance by tying the knot, O'shay and Sanaa found things between them starting to fall apart soon enough - happiness and fulfillment were replaced by grief and bitterness. As the couple grapples with the circumstances that change their lives forever, the question of what truly bonded them arose... LOVE, LUST or OBSESSION?

Sanaa sat in the dressing room of the breathtakingly beautiful Crystal Ballroom in Metro West, Orlando, Florida. The wedding area was adorned with eighteen dimming chandeliers, pipe and drape backdrops with up lights, Silver Chiavari chairs, high top tables, ivory linens, gorgeous aqua and silver floral arrangements, aqua candles, candelabras, and ceiling drapery. She still couldn't believe her wedding day had finally arrived. She had told her bridesmaids and her maid of honor to give her a minute to herself. Lana, Tasha, Renee, Niki, and her best friend, Bria, had been her girls since their early college days. She couldn't imagine this day without them. After Bria had finished applying the finishing touches to Sanaa's make-up, the ladies left the room and quietly closed the door behind them. 

Sanaa stared at her reflection in the mirror as she reminisced about first meeting O'shay. They were both college students at the time. He was studying at the University of Central Florida, working towards a degree in Aircraft Engineering. He had wanted to someday become a pilot and Sanaa was studying Criminal Justice at Keiser University. She aspired to be a criminal defense attorney. They were at Starbucks, both of them cramming for midterms. Sanaa tried not to stare when he walked through the door, but he was so handsome, he literally took her breath away. She noticed him watching her too. He appeared to be somewhat shy, and that's always a turn-on.

After a while, they both got up to leave at the same time and as fate would have it, they bumped into one another. They struck up a conversation and before parting, exchanged phone numbers and made plans to hook up. They were inseparable from that day forward. Now five years later, they both have promising careers and big dreams for their future. They were about to become husband and wife.

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Tour hosted by Write Now Literary 

Practical Advice for Beginning Fiction 
(or other genres) Writers by Jonas Brinkley

When I first started writing I would just write whenever an idea came to my mind and it worked fine. Then I noticed how fast people were releasing books. I asked myself, what makes people successful? This is when I reached the conclusion that creating a system to write a number of words a day is where an author or entrepreneur gains their success. I then set a goal to write 1,500 to 3,000 words a day. If this is too many words due to your daily work schedule, then feel free to reduce your writing to 750 words a day. The goal is to do something over nothing. Consistency is key.

Before you begin writing make sure that you research your genre and know who your audience is. Learn about the graphic trend and the authors who are excelling in that genre. Figure out a way to enhance what's already out there without losing your own uniqueness and voice. Also, make sure that you have a great editor on standby to edit your manuscript once it's down. Doing your background check on this subject matter is a must too. It can save you a lot of time and money. 

There are so many publishing platforms that you can use such as 1) Kindle Direct Publishing, 2) Draft 2 Digital, 3) LuLu, 4) Ingramspark. Once again do your research and choose the one that's best for you. They all have their pros and cons but that's life right? 

Marketing is another challenge. It's good to have a product to sell but without having an effective strategy to sell your product, it's like spitting in the wind. You can market online and offline since I'm an author and businessman, I do both. People should be thankful for the internet because it allows us to reach more people and it can be cost effective if we learn how to use it accordingly. The internet is all about staying relevant to people. All the free social media platforms (e.g. Facebook, Instagram, Youtube, Twitter, Linkedin etc)  also have pay for advertisement service. Learn how to use it. Other than that, word of mouth is golden. 

The aforementioned advice is for those authors who are traveling down the self-publishing road, but if you are with a traditional publisher… I would say, you will still have to promote your work to some degree. 

Monday, March 04, 2019

The Sun Is Also A Star Movie Trailer

All we have is a single day. Don’t miss Yara Shahidi and Charles Melton in The Sun Is Also a Star in theaters this May.

Monday, February 25, 2019

Fall in Love with New England, Romance Reader/Author Conference - October 18-October 19, 2019

Two days of fun for readers and writers of the romance genre at The Holiday Inn, Nashua, New Hampshire.  

The registration fee covers all meals, swag, and events. 

For additional information and to register, click here.

Must register by Sept. 30, but there's limited space. Register now!

Monday, February 18, 2019

When it comes to Other People’s love Life, Mind Your Own Business by Miss Know It All

Miss Know It All
I am addicted to soap operas. There is plenty of cheating going on that would make your head spin faster than a Spindle Top toy. It is art imitating life. When you see two characters that are not in a relationship and are supposed to be committed to someone else lip-locking, the witness will conclude a kiss is not always just a kiss. He or she will become suspicious and now it is time for that person to take action, either keeping the affair to one’s self or spilling the beans.

What I find amusing, on some of these soaps, is how friends and relatives react when someone close to them is caught deep-kissing or doing someone else’s man or woman. Or worse, the person observing the duplicity will become the judge, jury, and executioner; he or she will make a quick dash to tell the injured party what they saw and give some unsolicited advice.

In real life, many men and women cheat for reasons they can’t even understand, but if I have learned anything when it comes to other people’s love life, it is best to mind your own business. Never mind that slogan, “If you see something, say something.” That phrase applies to someone who is planning to obliterate the world. If you insist on being the bearer of bad news, you will wind up getting your feelings hurt, or the injured party may end up hating you for bringing that disloyalty to his or her attention.

Usually, the person who is being betrayed has an inkling their significant other is engaging in deceit. Some folks prefer to turn a blind eye until the treachery slaps them in the face. You can be a good listener, but if they ask for your honest opinion, say, “Follow your heart.”


Have you ever seen someone close to you cheating on their partner? If so, tell us what you did or wouldn’t do in the comment section.

Monday, February 11, 2019

Coming Soon - Deceitful Acts - a Novella by Vivienne Diane Neal

Synopsis: Samuel Pond and Jason Brown met in college, became best friends, and wanted to make a mark on the world by becoming successful entrepreneurs, but their pathway to success was marred by betrayal, lust, revenge, extortion, and scandal. This narrative contains some mild sexual content and is intended for mature adults over 18 years of age.

Deceitful Acts in e-print can be pre-ordered now by clicking here.

If you can’t wait for the e-book, you can order the paperback now by clicking here.

Monday, February 04, 2019

You Don’t Have to Be Alone on Saint Valentine’s Day

Lots of singles are waiting for you on Feelingslink, an online dating site for people who are searching for men and women who share mutual interests, goals, desires, high-quality dating and chat.

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Happy Saint Valentine’s Day

Monday, January 28, 2019

Book Blitz: Trois by Brooklyn Knight

Trois is the exciting conclusion to Brooklyn Knight's The French Connection series; A BWWM, Multicultural & Interracial Romance. It is currently on sale now in eBook and paperback format.


He has three days to save her…

Dylan Hamilton has waited two years for this day to arrive; the day when Laila Renaud will become his wife. But the morning after his nuptials, he awakens, drugged and confused, only to discover that she has been snatched from his bed. And according to the man who has taken her, he has a limited amount of time to get her back. The clock is ticking... When Stefan Miller finds three Italian gangsters sitting in his suite the morning after Dylan’s wedding, it’s confirmation that his worst fears have come true. His brother’s antics have finally caught up with him and everyone else, including his love-interest, Sasha, who has been held ransom. Now with the clock counting down, he and Dylan must come up with a plan to save the women from impending doom.

Theoretically, it’s a simple operation: Get Stefan's brother! Engage Dylan’s mob-boss of a mother! Save the girls!

But the rescue effort doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, especially when the puzzle pieces of Dylan’s traumatic past begin to connect. And especially when Stefan discovers that Sasha has fallen under the curious spell of her green-eyed kidnapper.

Series: The French Connection, Book 3 of 3

Publication Date: January 4, 2019

Publisher: Independently Published

Print Length: 260 pages

Genres: BWWM Romance, Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Contemporary Romance



A persistent pounding on the door ripped me out of sleep. I stirred, extra groggy from the fact that Laila had interrupted my slumber to talk about my parents and the announcement of her pregnancy. Her questions about my mother and father had angered me, but I’d hidden it from her, but when she’d told me she was carrying our baby, any negative emotions I’d been harboring fled.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I reached over to the nightstand and gripped the clock, squinting. “It’s five-thirty,” I said to Laila. I reached over to pull her close, but when I realized the place in which she was laying was empty, my eyes popped open.

Bang! Bang!

“Lai…” I called into the darkness. My eyes shot to the en-suite bathroom, noticing the light bleeding from beneath the closed door.

Maybe she’d gotten up to use it. That was what happened to pregnant women. They peed more and they started throwing up. The sound of water running down the drain confirmed my suspicions.

The banging sounded again and I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, holding my head. That was when I realized the banging wasn’t only coming from the door. An aggressive thud was pounding against my brain, and I wondered what it could be from.

I looked at the empty glass on the night table and my brows drew. I turned to the door. “Who is it?” I shouted.

“Open the door, man!”

I stretched the tightness out of my limbs and made my way over, wondering what in the world would have Stefan so uptight and hammering my door down at such an ungodly hour.

“Lai,” I called again.

Still no answer.

I frowned, peeked through the peephole, and then stood back.

Stefan’s voice emitted from the other side of the barrier, and I couldn’t help but notice the alarmed edge in his tone.
I unlatched the door and ripped it open. Without hesitation, Stefan sprang inside, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Stef, what the hell –”

“Where’s Laila?” He pushed past me and started searching the room as if he was looking for treasure.

I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, all the while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. “What do you mean, where’s Laila? She’s in the bathroom.”

Without saying anything, Stefan dashed for the bathroom and ripped at the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded rushing after him, I pulled him by the arm.

He ripped his arm away from me and glared at me. His eyes seeped with anger.

I grimaced. “What’s going on?” I demanded.

“Laila isn’t here,” he spat out.

My neck jerked forward. “Of course she is, she’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him. “She’s pregnant.”

Stefan rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered.

“That’s not quite the response I was expecting,” I admitted trying to quell my frustration.

Stefan spun around and gripped me by the shoulders. “Dylan, Laila isn’t here,” he said again. Forcefully.

My body turned rigid. “What the hell do you mean –”

“Your boy, Anthony Moretti, the guy you told me not to worry about…”

He was talking, but I’d already ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking it off the hinges. I looked into the room, my eyes shifting frantically, searching for my wife who, true to Stefan’s word, was nowhere in sight. The only sign of movement was the water spilling from the gold faucet and disappearing down the drain.

My chest heaved and I stumbled until I had no choice but to lean over the basin. Water from the tap splashed onto me. Everything was spinning like it would in a funhouse, yet there was no doubt in my mind, I was in a house of goddamn horrors.

“Where’s my wife?” I gripped my temple before pulling myself away from the basin and storming through the Presidential Suite. I ransacked the place. I tore through every room, tossing the furniture like it was plastic. I marched out to the pool and scanned the area. With each examination, the fact that she was nowhere to be found pushed me further over the edge of sanity.

I screamed her name into the emptiness.

No answer.

Stefan paced the floors next to me. His hand was clasped over his mouth. His eyes were narrow with rage. “He took Sasha too,” he muttered.

I spun around to look at him. “Who took Sasha?”

Stefan turned his eyes on me. “Fucking Moretti.”

I looked at the carpet, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “How do you know this?”

“Because I woke up in the middle of the night to Moretti and his boys in my goddamn room, and that’s when he told me. Silas…”

“What the hell does he have to do with this? I swear to God, I’ll kill him!” I listened, my entire body shaking as Stefan revealed the things Moretti had told him. Then he handed me the man’s business card, his despicable name embossed and emboldened.

Three days.

Moretti was demanding that we came up with two million euros in three days.

An angry breath escaped my nose. “Fine,” I spat. “He wants it in three days, he’ll have it three hours.”

Stefan nodded, realizing that my transferring the funds into Moretti’s account was the only way to put a stop to what was happening.

I raced around the room, looking for my cell phone. After a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, I found it on the floor underneath shards of a vase I’d destroyed.
I instructed SIRI to call my accountant and waited, operating on threads of patience, for him to pick up.

It went to voicemail.

I cursed.

“What happened?” Stefan asked, dry-washing his hands.
I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and didn’t respond. Instead, I called the number again, this time taking care to punch each digit in manually.

It rang six times before clicking over to voicemail. In a fit of rage, I pitched the phone across the room and took my sweaty hair into my hands.

“Fuck!” My voice almost made the Swarovski chandelier hanging above us to crash to the floor.

Stefan raked his hands through his afro and pulled out his own cell phone.

“Who are you calling?” I asked, shoving my hands on my hips.

“It sure as hell ain’t my investment banker,” he muttered. “The hell if I have two million goddamn euros sitting in an account.” He pressed the phone against his ear. “I’m calling my brother.”

“If you don’t have it, he sure as hell doesn’t,” I spat. My eyes burned and I rubbed them, trying to erase the sensation.
I needed to slow down.

I needed to calm down and think rationally.

Ma belle fille and Sasha had been abducted. I had no idea how it had happened or when. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn’t remember much of what had transpired over the course of maybe three or four hours.

Stefan turned away from me and I listened for a second as he threw a slew of curse words into the cell phone receiver. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to practice my solution-focused mantra, the one I used every day at my firm.

“I need to call Moretti,” I mumbled to myself. My cell phone, now shattered on the ground, would be of no use. I rushed to the landline on Laila’s side of the bed and tried to ignore my heart, crushing inside of my chest. I held the business card Stefan and given me and tried to steady my shaking hands as

I dialed the numbers.

Within seconds, Moretti answered.

I dropped onto the bed and pressed the phone hard against my ear. “Tell me this is a fucking joke!” I shouted into the phone.

“Dylan Hamilton.” The sound of his vocals made me want to spit.

“Where is my goddamn wife?” He’d barely finished his greeting before I was barking the demand. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from alerting INTERPOL. They’ll have you apprehended and your ass will be in jail quicker than you can fucking blink!”

“A few things,” Moretti responded casually. “INTERPOL is not a threat to me. Yes, I have been barred from various jurisdictions, but that does not inhibit my movements. Surely, you are aware of this. Secondly, if I were you, I would think long and hard about alerting anybody about anything. Your precious wife and her friend would be dead before the authorities ever caught up with me and my men. And thirdly…” he sighed. “You should practice being less emotional. You are a savvy business tycoon who cuts million-dollar deals by the hour. You, of all people should know that emotion has no place when it comes to business. Let us talk like the adults that we are.”

I gritted my teeth and tried to settle myself as best I could. In some ways he was right. My only concern was getting my wife and Sasha back. If that meant playing Moretti’s sick game, I should at least hear the rules.

Grab your copy of Trois today!



Brooklyn Knight is a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative, and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.


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Monday, January 21, 2019

UBAWA'S Top 100 Authors of 2018

UBAWA's Top 100 Authors is an annual list published at the end of every year to celebrate the many talented authors whose work often goes unnoticed. 

Congratulations to the following authors below who were nominated and chosen by readers as UBAWA'S Top 100 Authors of 2018.

Aleia Moore
Ali Shakur
Angie Hayes
Arekya Keys
Ashantay Keys
Barbie Scott
Beverly Love
Blaq Phire
Carla A. Hicks
​Caryn Lee
Chanique Jones
Celeste Wilson
Christopher Bynum
Christopher Cannon
Chy Seoul
Clever Black
CL Hawkins
Coco Amoure
Cole Hart
Criss Carr
Danielle T. Preston
Deidra Ds Green
Dedra Dedra
Desiree Granger
Dominique L Watson
Dr. Nikki Rountree
Ebony Turrentine
Elijah Drive
Fatima Munroe
Felicia Ann
HM Irwing
Iisha Monet
India T. Norfleet
Isaiah Thomas
Ivy Symone
Jade Royal
Jalil Mixx
James Turner III
Jasmine Devonish
Jasheem Wilson
Jazmine Wright
Jenica Johnson
Johnni Sherri
Jontanae Barnes
Kareem Williams
Keith Thomas
Keosha Gowins
Kendra Sumter
Kendrick Slaughter
Kimeatta Matthews
KL Hall
LaDonna Marie
Lakeisha Martin
Lakisha Johnson
Lawrence Gordon
Lesley Joy Blunt
Lissa St. Julien
Londyn Lenz
Lonzia Murff
Manda P
Marina Chestnut
Mercy B. Carruthers
Mesha Mesh Clark
Nia Rich
Nicety Hannon
Nicole Dior
Niyah Moore
Pamela Hunter
Paree Trenae
Porscha Sterling
Prenisha Jones
Quan Millz
Quardeay Julien
Rae Bae
Raquel Williams
Rayneshsa Pittman
Rikenya Hunter
RJ Davis
Robin Chartay
Sabrina Jenkins
Sa'id Salaam
Sephiri J
Shanet OB
Shantel Williams
Shan Richardson
Shawneisha Maye

Simone Quick
Sonovia Alexander
Sultana Sams
Tabitha Sharpe
Teri L. Blakely
Tiffani Taylor
Tiffany Forbes
Tisha Andrews
TN Jones
Tristan Jackson
Twyla Turner
TY Robinson
Valarie DeShazier
Vaneecia Netters
Vivian Blue
Willie LeBlanc
Wright June
Xyla Turner
Yara Kaleemah
Yatta Rose

UBAWA'S Top 100 Authors of 2018 will be published in the 25th issue of the UBAWA Magazine and featured in the next edition of Who's Who in Urban LiteratureIf no one else takes the time out to recognize the hard work that many independent authors put in the day-to-day, we will. It's been our mission and commitment since 2010 and we are happy that you and thousands of others can join us in giving these authors their props. 


Happy Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

Monday, January 14, 2019

Are You a Victim of Cyber Flashing?

You may not be aware of AirDrop, but this feature was introduced in 2015 by Apple that allows users to send images to people through an iPhone. The problem is you may receive an obscene image from an unknown person on your iPhone, and this is known as Cyber Flashing.

Cyber Flashing is sending unwanted vulgar photos, or videos over the phone to a person close by, in an unrestricted area. It is usually sent incognito and can be seen as sexual harassment. It can be even more problematic when the image is sent to a minor, which can be seen as a criminal act.

Policymakers in New York City are presently looking to introduce a bill that would criminalize cyber flashing.  This bill would make it a misdemeanor for a person to send an unsolicited sexually explicit video or image to another person with intent to harass, annoy or alarm such other person. The bill would impose a penalty of up to one year in jail, or a fine of up to $1,000, or both.

In the meantime, you can stop cyber flashing from happening to you. To do so, check your settings. Swipe up from the bottom of your screen and get the pull-up menu where the Flashlight and Bluetooth settings hide. In the bottom left of the screen, you will see AirDrop. Click it and turn it off or set it to Contacts only.

Monday, January 07, 2019

You Are Invited to A Special Pre-release Book Event

You are invited to a special pre-release event before the worldwide release on February 25, 2019, of Oscar winner, endorsed author, D.J. Williams' latest international thriller, THE AUCTIONEER. Join them for a night of celebration and get your autographed copy before it hits the shelves!

Event to be held at the following date, time, and location:

Thursday, February 21, 2019
7:00 PM - 9:00 PM (PST)
Flintridge Bookstore & Coffeehouse
1010 Foothill Boulevard
La Canada Flintridge, CA 91011