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Choc Lit Christmas Special Day One

I know it's a frantic time of year, but do find time, if you can, to pop over to Choc Lit's Author's Corner .  For the next twelve days we'll be sharing our thoughts on the festive season, beginning today with a discussion on when Christmas really starts for each of us.


And, since it's Christmas, there are presents!  Every second day, you'll have a chance to win something from the Choc Lit selection by simply joining in the discussion.  The best comment left over the next two days will win you a copy of my book, Turning the Tide.  I look forwards to reading your thoughts at Author's Corner.  Merry Christmas and good luck!

Comments

What perfect Christmas fun!
Pauline Barclay said…
Sounds fun and I know what a lovely prize your book is, I've read it and is great!
Jane Lovering said…
I just wish other people shared my fixation with sprouts. We could give sprout-related prizes...

And I second Pauline, your book will make a wonderful prize for anyone.
Martha said…
Thanks for visiting Linderhof! I'm eager to find out more about your book!
Pondside said…
Off to see where the discussions heading.........
Patsy said…
The Christmas special sounds like fun.
Fennie said…
Been there, done that, - but I've cheated in that I've got the 'T' shirt (sorry book) already. And a very good book it is too. I think you should be taking advance orders for signed copies of the next one.

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