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Move Over Darling: Kindle Release

Yearning to be kissed (oh please!), Move Over Darling has just popped out on Kindle




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Maria said…
Congratulations! I have a Kindle now! Going there now!

Maria xxxxxxxxxxxx and lots of hugs too!
Maria said…
Got my copy Chris, looking forward to reading it.
Cara Cooper said…
Yaaaay, many congratulations Chris. I don't have a Kindle yet, maybe it'll be on my Christmas list. The cover looks lovely.
Chris Stovell said…
Woah! Thank you SO much, Maria!

And, Cara - thank you!
Jenny Beattie said…
Fabulous. I'll get myself over there. Congratulations again! jx
Frances said…
Oooh, la, la, Chris! That's wonderful news.

I am so enjoying reading Move Over Darling, learning more about what it might be like to move to Wales, and ... encounter some intriguing local folks.

I'm quite caught up in the plot and characters, and now want to slow my reading speed to be able to stay within the novel's pages a bit longer.

xo
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks Jenny - for all the support!

Frances, thank you - I'm so pleased and relieved... having a new book out there has made me rather needy!
Elizabethd said…
Ever since I won a copy of your first book I have wondered if you were continuing to write. Reading Frances's last post I now know that you have a second book..well done!
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you, Elizabeth. Yes, I've kept writing - it's just part of me!
mountainear said…
How can I resist? Well done you - hope 'MOD'' is every bit as good as Turning the Tide'.
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you, Mountainear!
Cait O'Connor said…
Congratulations on the new book Chris! (sorry I am late with this, not been around much!).
Chris Stovell said…
Cait, it's lovely to see you and thank you.
Flowerpot said…
Fab news Chris! I don't have a kindle so will have to wait a bit but will get it as soon as it comes out in paperback - can't wait!
Congratulations!

So exciting to be able to read this book. I have my copy downloaded on my Kindle and can't wait to start reading.x

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