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Actually, this one pounded on the door!
Written in response to the Cobblestone Press Main Street Challenge to write a book in a month:
When a faerie godmother bungles one too many assignments, she’s threatened with exile. On the run …
Wild Ghost Chase is set in a haunted Victorian house in a fictional beach town along the California coast. The new owner wants to convert the old monstrosity to a bed and breakfast, but in order to do that, she …
“I’d give my paycheck for a cold spot.” Monica sighed and propped her chin in her hand. “Stop saying that. You’re driving me nuts.” Malcolm, Monica’s twin brother, admonished her. “Well, is it my fault that it’s the only line …
The winner of the necklace is Caffey!
I’ll be contacting her and posting out her necklace tout suite.
Thanks for visiting my blog~ Look for more contests and news in the days to come!…
This arrived yesterday! I’m so excited. The cover was designed by Sable Grey. Isn’t it fantastic?
Still waiting on edited text and a release date. . .as soon as I get more details, I’ll post some excerpts!
Until then. . …
Well – I’m rather breathless! I just got a contract for the other novella I’ve written! The Werewolf Whisperer was picked up by a new e-publisher, StarDust Press. I’m really happy about this. I targeted them specificaly as they don’t …
I just received a contract for my 16K novella, Crystal Clear! I’m so excited and have done nothing but pinch myself all day to make sure I’m not dreaming~
Oh, and to celebrate, I’m running a contest (of sorts). . …
Well, it’s been in the works for a few months now. . . and tonight it went LIVE. My new website. www.erickascott.com
Stop by and let me know what you think!…
Mary doesn’t believe in Santa anymore. Besides, Santa couldn’t bring what she and her brothers want the most: a new Ma.
Katherine Larson is a spinster, working in her aunt’s boarding house in Chicago. When her friend ends up with …
Well, the weather here in Southern California is gorgeous, especially up in the high desert where it’s warm enough for the neighborhood kids to play outside this afternoon.
I should be raking leaves. Instead, I’m thinking about snowflakes. I’m not …
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