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The same particular quality of room that held things that mattered that had been designed for ideas and had accumulated, over the months since the address, the particular reputation of a space where true things were said. It was full. Not only with people I knew with strangers. People who had found the Fund, who had followed the story in the press coverage, who had simply seen the book listed and been moved by the description to come. The particular mix that book events had when the book was about something real not the curated literary audience, but the broader, messier, more specific audience of people who needed to hear something and had come because the title of a book had told them it w

Bella Pov I found out about Karen's book tour on a Wednesday morning when Tanya sent me a link with three exclamation marks. Karen Tyler was doing a Q&A at Ridgeline Books on Saturday afternoon. The caption on the event page said "an honest conversation about healing, survival, and reclaiming your truth." I read it twice and felt sick. She was coming to our city. The woman who had written a bestselling book full of lies about my life was coming here to sell it in person.

“I'll show you the setup I've prepared. I hope I thought of everything, but see if everything is to your liking and let me know if you need anything else. We followed her as she continued to speak: — For fictional events, we place the author's table and chairs right at the entrance to the section, so people can't miss it. There was a table with a chair behind it and a dozen chairs in front of it. I heard with interest as Marietta and Damien discussed organizing the event. Then she said: "When you're done, people will put a table over there," she pointed, "and bring some of the books from the showcase. And then readers can bring them here for you to sign. Damien's neck muscles showed. - Right

“Mostly virtual. Three physical events New York launch, LA appearance, Chicago reading. Everything else is remote.” “What about timing? Charlotte starts first grade September 4th. I can’t be traveling during her adjustment period.” “Launch event is September 15th in New York. You’ll be home. LA is September 29th fly out Saturday, event that evening, fly home Sunday. Chicago is October 6th, same quick trip format.” “That’s three trips in a month.” “Three one-night trips. Total of six days away over six weeks. That’s minimal for a book launch.”

Chapter Forty — Full Circle The bookstore was small, tucked between a coffee shop and a florist downtown. The kind of place Elena would’ve walked past a year ago, head down, shoulders tense, heart elsewhere. Today, her name was in the window. In chalky, hand-lettered script: AUTHOR EVENT: ELENA ROSE — READING & SIGNING She stood on the sidewalk and stared for a long time. Jack stood beside her, one hand resting lightly on her lower back. Lila pressed her face to the glass, giggling at the display of books and paper cranes hanging from fishing line like tiny messengers of hope.

“This has nothing to do with that health spell you did last night, does it?” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kristy laughs. “I’m just glad she’ll be the one reading her book to the children and not me. It’s crazy our little event sold completely out.” “It’s going to be great,” I tell her, knowing she’s still a bit nervous for the Story Time event we have planned at our bookstore tomorrow. The whole thing is for charity, with all the money from the tickets going to Thorne Hill’s 4H group. We have three authors coming to read their favorite children’s book to the kids participating, and then Kristy has the cutest book-themed crafts planned after that.

I turned back to Bernard. “I want to organize a book drive.” That got his full attention. I kept going before embarrassment could stop me. “Not just random donations. A proper event. Something targeted. Students. High schools. Underserved communities. We can get sponsors involved, maybe corporate partnerships, maybe even direct pledges. If it’s done right, it can fund actual books, not just leftovers people want to get rid of.” Bernard was listening closely now. Not politely. Actually listening. And somehow, that made me speak more confidently.

Her southern accent slipped into her tone when she asked me that. “Yeah, I guess.” I mumbled. “Excellent. Now, I can tell you about Eagle Eye’s marketing campaign.” She beamed. I tuned her out before she even began. I was in no mood to listen to her. Though my ears did pick up on the ATIAC — The Annual Tech Innovation Award Ceremony. It was the most exclusive event in the international business circuit and rotated locations every year. The upcoming award ceremony will be happening in two weeks time. Attending this high profile event will pull the Booker's name out of the gutters.

"A reading?" "Tomorrow night," she says. "After the First Contact event. A public reading of selected chapters. You, performing your own story. Millions will attend virtually. It’s perfect publicity timing." I look at the clock. 12 hours. "Tomorrow is... complicated," I say. "It's dangerous," Alex says, taking the phone. "Evelyn's loyalists are planning an attack. A public event makes us a target." "We can secure the feed," the publisher argues. "Virtual attendance only."

Stephan removed the card and laid the two halves side by side on his desk. He and his coven were cordially invited to the vampire ball party of the 2018 Spring Conference to be held at Baaltech Industries in two nights. Oh, it was that time again. Baal hosted this big event every year, with vampires from around the world in attendance, and their coven masters met in secret conferences to discuss relevant issues of modern-day vampire life. Whiny little bastards.