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Happy October!

We should have no trouble welcoming jack o'lanterns, scarecrows, and ghouls...2020 has been piling on its share of scares for months now! Trick-or-treating and Halloween partying will be different this year to adapt to social distancing, but hey, at least on Halloween night, who can argue about being masked?

Keep scrolling through for details on entering a drawing for a book of your choice, a creamy roasted pumpkin soup recipe, the October specials from Storyology, and Anne's latest book recommendation - if you don't know about author Brenda Lowder, I am introducing you!

Oh, we also have exciting news about awards recognition for WITH KISSES FROM CÉCILE!

PS: Haven't read DANGEROUS CONJURINGS? It's a perfect paranormal read for Halloween! Keep scrolling for the book trailer!

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Lakewood Antiques Market

October 16-17-18

1321 Atlanta Highway
Cumming, GA 30040

Phone: 770-889-3400

Friday 9-5 Saturday 9-6 Sunday 10-5

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Children Under 12 Free
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October 8-9-10-11
3650 Jonesboro Rd
Atlanta, GA

Phone: 404- 363-2299

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Friday 9:00am - 6:00pm
Saturday: 9:00am - 6:00pm
Sunday: 10:00am - 4:00pm

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Kittenfish:
An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy


by Brenda Lowder

In the mood for a fun revenge novel?
Then this is it!
You will love Brenda Lowder's story about Marissa and Tarek!
If you enjoy this novel by Brenda,
she has more,
Body Jumping and Keeping the Pieces.

This is one author you will be excited to have discovered and enjoy!

About Kittenfish

  • Catfish - [cat·fish;ˈkatˌfiSH] noun – a person using social media to create a false identity, especially to engage in deceptive online romances.

  • Kittenfish - [ˈkit-nˌfiSH] noun – a person using social media to create a false identity, especially to engage in deceptive online romances, but since she’s not a bad person and is only doing it because someone did something really bad to her and he deserves all this and more, then it’s kittenfishing. Barely fishing at all. Not reprehensible like catfishing but fully, defensibly, a court of law would uphold it, deserved by the guy getting kittenfished


When Marissa Ryan’s fiancé dumps her the night before her wedding, Marissa decides to get even. Not with her ex-fiancé—who’s obviously a hapless pawn—but with her greatest nemesis, Tarek Oliver. He’s the bane of her existence, the scourge of her city, the pee in the dating pool—and the very man who used both hands to shove her fiancé out of her life.

Marissa is determined that Tarek—the slick player who claims to have no feelings—will discover what it is to truly love and then suffer the blistering pain of loss. She’ll tear the love of Tarek’s life away from him just like he did to her. She just needs to create his true love first.


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Pungent odors of musty wood and spicy incense wafted through the air, redirecting my moroseness back to my mission. Her cabin must be near. Reaching the clearing by the banks of the Ogeechee’s swirling black water, I reined my horse to a standstill.
There it stood.
Kali Despierre’s shanty was not an inviting one. Its walls leaned precariously. Smoke rose from its unevenly stacked stone chimney. A faint cackle of chickens sounded nearby. Hoodoo rumors rushed into my mind, of black hens being sacrificed to get blood for spells. Of other living things being sacrificed, too. Black cats. Babies.
My body quivered, not just from the cold.
Glass bottle trees stood on either side of the cabin. The bottles were lodged onto the bare limbs of the myrtles, and the cold wind made the branches dance, clanking the glass. Mama had made such trees for us when our menfolk rode off to war. She believed the bottles would catch the spirits of evil that come in the night. When Daddy returned, he’d smashed the bottles off, yelling condemnations of Mama’s superstitious ways while the broken shards flew through the air.
Daddy must never know of my visit here, never know of what Mama believed that sent me.
Nudging Zullie’s flanks with my knees, we made our way to a clump of skinny pines by the cabin where I dismounted. Tying the reins around a thin trunk, I forced a brave voice. “Be patient, y’hear? It shouldn’t take Kali long to conjure what Mama thinks she needs.” She nuzzled against me, as if to reassure me I had been right to come.
I found in my saddlebag the precious indigo blue woolen baby coverlet. The heirloom somewhat softened my resentment over this errand. Mama had once been swaddled in it. She had swaddled my brother and me in it. When we learned of William’s death in battle, she wept into it.
For my mission to Kali, Mama had wrapped in the coverlet the items the conjurer's hoodoo would need. Mama's instructions rang through my head. Carry this bundle carefully, Leah. Go quickly to Kali while your daddy’s resting. She had pressed her lips close to my ear, her warm breath smelling sugary from the laudanum mix she took to calm her nerves. Splotches of red marked her pale, sunken cheeks. Her black eyes burned brightly—too brightly. They warned me against refusing her request. If I did, she could slip away even further from us. Some days she barely recognized Daddy or me.
What choice did I have but to sneak away to this conjurer and hope Daddy will never find out? It was up to me. It was always up to me.
The dutiful spinster daughter.
I tucked the coverlet under my arm, careful not to lose any of the items bundled within, and trudged to the cabin’s door.
I could not turn back now.
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When Mirabelle Montgomery visits Paris on a business trip for her critically ill mother to buy antiques, she finds an aged note in a 1900 Paris Exhibition coin purse souvenir: Meet me at the Luxembourg Carousel —M.

On a whim, Mirabelle stops at the Carousel, where she is sent into its whirling time travel vortex. She becomes The Carousel Traveler, transported to 1900 Paris to alter a man’s destiny. But whose?

Deposited onto the moving sidewalk of the Paris Exhibition in a beautiful Paquin design, Mirabelle is weak and disoriented. She accepts assistance from sexy yet secretive Jacques Thibaut, a disgraced former police detective who now races newfangled automobiles at untested speeds.

Fiery passion ignites between them, despite the clash of Mirabelle’s modern feminism with Jacques’ male superiority. Although he will not divulge his tormented past, Mirabelle believes she has found her man…but she has been sent to change his fate, not fall in love.

If she proves Jacques innocent, the Carousel will whirl Mirabelle back to the present and her mother, separating the lovers by over a century.
Unless…they become Carousel Travelers, together. 
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