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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!
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Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
What perfect Christmas fun!
19 December 2011 at 00:31
Pauline Barclay said…
Sounds fun and I know what a lovely prize your book is, I've read it and is great!
19 December 2011 at 04:20
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.
19 December 2011 at 06:29
Martha said…
Thanks for visiting Linderhof! I'm eager to find out more about your book!
19 December 2011 at 07:20
Pondside said…
Off to see where the discussions heading.........
19 December 2011 at 07:21
Patsy said…
The Christmas special sounds like fun.
19 December 2011 at 10:39
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.
20 December 2011 at 07:56
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