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With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe. She spent most of her life in Alaska, including several winters in a cabin in the woods, where she became intimately acquainted with outhouses, generators and woodstoves. Her years of snow machines, boating and mosquitoes convinced her to move her family to Washington, where she basks in the “tropical” winters. Connect with Autumn online at: autumndawnbooks.com Sneak peeks of works in progress: authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Friend me on Facebook Did you like this book? Positive book reviews drive sales and keep me working for you! Reader

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“I just want to do my part. I can ask at the stores or the bakery if they need help.” Rose’s voice softened. “You’ve been through enough, child, but I can’t shield you from everything. If you find something, that’ll take a load off my mind. Just be careful, out there.” "I will, Aunt Rose. I promise.” For the first time since the storm, Autumn felt a flicker of hope—maybe she could help them both weather whatever was coming next. She continued reading the book the nice lady had given her. It wasn't all doom and gloom; it talked about a beautiful future soon to come. She placed the book down on her lap.

she knelt and smiled at Angela who was peeping at her. "Hi there, Angel, I'm Autumn and I'm new here. I don't have any friends yet so will you be my friend? We can eat pizza crushed cookies together and even mix papaya and egg and bake it into French bread and then toast it—" "Autumn, keep your sick food to yourself," I huffed. "Leave me alone, is it your weirdness?" Autumn whined. She hissed and turned back to Angela who had stepped out from her hiding place. Autumn smiled and stared into her eyes, I know that look.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

… [3 days later] “Recently, The Pattinson Publication launched their first book publishing app along with 30 exclusive books. Among all of those, the book that gained everyone’s attention is named ‘Fragrance of LOVE’ by Tuberose. So far 100k ebook copies have been sold. The Publication has removed the book from the app and it’s only available for ebook and paperback.

Our housekeeper usually took care of me at home. The corners of Ella’s lips curved upward slightly. She pointed at me. “No need. Look, Amber looks unhappy. I don’t want to cause any tension between you because of me.”

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.

Shelly pulled me inside, leaving Aubrey standing by the door. After going through the different sections, Shelly finally got three books that she found fascinating. I only bought one book ‘Midnight Sun’ by Trish Cook. It was released back in 2017 but Shelly told me that she never got to read it. Some of her friends did tell her though that it was a good read so I bought it. The outline was what caught my eyes. It did seem interesting. Shelly made me promise to lend her the book once I was done reading it. I promised but in return, she had to let me borrow some of the books she already had at home.

They’re deciding which of Autumn’s favorite things to pack for her trip. “What’s that?” Neveah asks, her voice soft but curious, as she points to a white parchment in Autumn’s small hands. “It’s a drawing of my mommy, me, and Daddy,” Autumn says, cradling the paper like a precious treasure. Her voice is filled with pride. “Look, Gammy, I painted it too!” I watch as Autumn carefully unfolds the drawing, holding it out for Neveah to see. It’s a simple picture, the kind only a child could create—stick figures with bright splashes of color and hearts floating in the sky.