Deborah Coonts Visits our Haven this week!

Trouble always comes in threes.  At least that’s what Lucky O’Toole, the VP of Customer Relations for Las Vegas’ primo Strip casino/hotel, the Babylon, has heard for years from her mother.  So, tonight, when Teddie, her former lover shows up at her office unannounced and very unexpected, her father offers Teddie a job at the Babylon, she is called to deal with a pig in residence at one of the hotels most exclusive and opulent suites, and Lucky’s current lover, Jean-Charles Bouclet stops answering his phone leaving Lucky to handle his five-year-old son, Lucky figures she has tonight’s compliment of chaos covered.

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Tonya Kinzer

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     Kahlen is an award-winning author of sizzling hot, deeply moving contemporary romance. Her stories are filled with intense love, passion, angst and emotion that breathes life into her characters and leaves her readers captivated.   Her books have gone all the way to #2 on Amazon’s Top 100 in the Paid Store and she spent many weeks on Smashwords bestseller lists.

Meet Award Winning Romance Author, Meg Mims! Contest Alert!

Meg Mims

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       This week's author is going to take us back in time to attend a banquet at the Ebner Hotel in Sacramento, California 1869 to get us ready for her books, so we hope all of you have dressed for the occasion. If not, step over to our dressing room and find a gown that fits. I know we'll all look fabulous.

      At the bottom is Meg's Contest so do leave a comment with your email addy and e-book format to be in. Here's a sample of the gowns and the menu for the ball!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Reader’s Haven: Meg, what a wonderful party! We know everyone will have a great time. *spreading our fans for the gentlemen) Tell us a bit about yourself...Your gown is beautiful, by the way.

Meg: Thank you! I thought a ball would be fun. I’m an artist in watercolor, acrylic and pen/ink media. I find it very relaxing! 

Reader’s Haven: What made you want to become a writer?

Meg: When I first started reading the Boxcar Children mysteries, I knew I wanted to write my own stories. I did a lot of reading first - and waited till I was married with a baby to start.

Reader’s Haven: Please share a bit about your new release, Double or Nothing, without giving away any spoilers.



Meg: The book is the sequel to my Spur Award-winning novel, Double Crossing. Lily Granville finds herself in more trouble when her guardian announces her engagement to a hand-picked suitor. But she is in love with Ace Diamond, the Texan renegade who saved her life on the journey to California — a man her uncle is determined to keep away at all cost. Ace is just as determined to prove himself worthy of Lily’s hand, but is framed for murder after a dynamite explosion. Will Lily be able to save him from the hangman’s noose?

Reader’s Haven: Do you write under a pen name?

Meg:  Meg Mims is my pen name. I use “Meg” in memory of my niece who was killed in an automobile accident.

Reader’s Haven: That's a warm gesture and a way to honor her memory. What types of hero or heroine do you like best?


Meg:  I love a heroine who is independent and intuitive with plenty of courage.  I prefer a hero who isn’t totally alpha nor totally beta -- a mix of both is best! Ace is pretty gruff, and comes across as a real mercenary when Lily first meets him, but he has a heart of gold.

Reader’s Haven: Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.


Meg:  I’m ruled by my dogs! They get me up at 7 a.m., I let them out, feed/water them, then the cat, before my own breakfast and coffee. Then I get busy writing and catching up on mail and social media -- in between all the trips outside/back inside, barking at squirrels or the mailman, trucks, etc. It’s not quiet, that’s for sure. They let me know what they want! Even my poor husband comes second.

Reader’s Haven: Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?


Meg:  Pretty much solid mysteries. Even the short novellas I’ve written have a touch of intrigue going on, so I guess that’s what I love best. Justice must be served in the end.


Reader’s Haven: How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?


Meg:  I used to write a first draft in six months, then edit for a few more. Now I’m trying to get a first draft down in half that time, as long as it’s quality work, and edit for another month. Whew.



Reader’s Haven: Do you have to be alone to write?



Meg:  I prefer it, but it doesn’t usually happen! There’s either a cat, a dog or two, or my husband, the TV blaring, the phone ringing... I often put my headphones on and listen to music while I write.


Reader’s Haven: How do you go about naming characters?

Meg:  The characters usually introduce themselves, LOL. Either in my head, or I get a sense if a certain name is right or not. Lily in the Double series was first Julia, but she really didn’t like that name. Then she became Caroline - nope. Finally Lily seemed to fit. Ace was always Ace due to his poker-playing, and he wouldn’t tell ME his Christian name until Lily asked him.

Reader’s Haven: Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?


Meg: Usually I have the character in mind with their traits, and then photos “cement” them into place for deepening their characters. I used the silent screen actress Mary Miles Mintner for Lily, and the 1970s actor Pete Duel for Ace - both had tragic lives, so I felt I was giving them a “fresh” chance to find a happier ending. Here's a blurb for each book:

DOUBLE CROSSING ... August, 1869: Lily Granville is stunned by her father’s murder. Only one other person knows about a valuable California gold mine deed — both are now missing. Lily heads west on the newly opened transcontinental railroad, determined to track the killer. She soon realizes she is no longer the hunter but the prey. As things progress from bad to worse, Lily is uncertain who to trust—the China-bound missionary who wants to marry her, or the wandering Texan who offers to protect her … for a price. Will Lily survive the journey and unexpected betrayal? 

DOUBLE OR NOTHING ... October, 1869: Lily Granville finds herself in more trouble when her guardian announces her engagement to a hand-picked suitor. But she is in love with Ace Diamond, the Texan renegade who saved her life on the journey to California — a man her uncle is determined to keep away at all cost. Ace is just as determined to prove himself worthy of Lily’s hand, but is framed for murder after a dynamite explosion. Will Lily be able to save him from the hangman’s noose?

Reader’s Haven: How do you pick locations for your stories?

Meg: That always comes first when I have an idea, before the characters. With the Double series, I was inspired by Charles Portis’ True Grit, plus the movies, and the premise of “girl’s father is killed, she decides to track down murderer.” But I twisted it to make Lily a sheltered, wealthy 19-year-old, fairly naive, who travels on the newly opened transcontinental railroad instead of a horse. Ace is Rooster Cogburn and LaBoeuf rolled into one, with his own quirks. In Double or Nothing, California plays a big role, so I researched the setting before deciding on the story’s premise.     I'd like to share an excerpt if I may:

1869, California

I jumped at a screeching whistle. Men swarmed over the distant slope like bees over a wax honeycomb in a mad scramble. “Good heavens. What is that about?”

Uncle Harrison pulled me out of harm’s way. “They’re almost ready to begin the process of hydraulic mining,” he said and pulled his hat down to avoid the hot sun. “You’ll see. This is far better than panning for gold in a creek bed.”

“I can already see how destructive it is, given the run-off,” I said, eying the rivulets of dried mud that marked each treeless incline. “I’ve read about how the farmers can’t irrigate their fields and orchards due to the gravel and silt filling the rivers—”

Water suddenly gushed from two hydraulic nozzles in a wide, powerful stream. The men’s bulging arm muscles strained their shirts, their faces purple with the effort to control the water. I turned my gaze to the ravaged earth. Mud washed down into the wooden sluices, where other men worked at various points to spray quicksilver along the wide stretch. Others worked at a frantic pace to keep the earthy silt moving.

An older man with a grizzled goatee and worn overalls held out a canteen. “Have a sip while you’re waiting, miss,” he said. “A body gets mighty thirsty out here.”

“Thank you.”

I sipped the cold, refreshing ginger-flavored liquid that eased my parched throat. Dirt from the canteen streaked my gloves. Not that it mattered. At least the spatters of fresh mud wouldn’t show on my black mourning costume and riding boots. Two days of rain earlier in the week had not helped.

The kind man offered the canteen to Uncle Harrison, who brushed it aside with a curt shake of his head. Steaming, I bit back an apology. The man had already headed back to his position near the sluices.

Bored of watching the ongoing work, I wandered over to several horses that stood patient in the sun and patted their noses. A tooled leather saddle sat atop one gelding’s glossy brown hide, and the silver-studded bridle looked as rich. The horse gave a low whicker in greeting. If only I’d pocketed a few carrots or sugar lumps from breakfast.

“You’re a beauty. I wish I could ride you for a bit.”

The gelding’s ears dipped forward. One of the men left the knot of others in a huff. His dusty open coat swung around him as he stalked, spurs jingling, and closed the distance. He passed by me with a mere tip of his wide-brimmed hat and untied the reins. The horse pawed the ground, jittery, as if sensing the man’s foul mood while he mounted. I noted his scowl. Was he upset that I’d dared touch his property? A scruffy beard and thick black mustache hid his mouth. He rode off, keeping the gelding’s gait easy, down the gully toward the Early Bird’s entrance.

“Who was that?” I asked a miner.

The worker wiped sweat from his forehead with a sleeve. “Señor Alvarez? He’s got a burr under his blanket as usual. Pay him no mind, miss.”

I rubbed the remaining horse’s flank and glanced around the mining site. My uncle continued to chat with the foreman close to the shack near the head of the sluices. Another section of the wooden troughs was raised from the ground further north at a different bank of earth. My curiosity increased. I walked to the sluice and stared down at the filth in the bottom. No glints of gold flecked the bits of rock and slag. I had no idea what quicksilver looked like either. This whole business seemed crazy, although Uncle Harrison disagreed.

In the distance, pines smudged the lower half of the Sierra’s tiny white-capped peaks. To the west, gray clouds threatened the pale blue sky. No doubt rain would soak everything again by morning. My uncle had mentioned how winter was wetter here than back home in Chicago, or even St. Louis. I hadn’t known what to expect for autumn in California. Now that it was close to October, the stands of golden aspen on a ridge high above sported various shades of green, gold and hues of orange.

Homesickness overwhelmed me. I longed to see the brilliant shades of orange, red and yellow oaks, the thick forest of elms and birches behind my father’s house in Evanston. To ride along the shoreline of Lake Michigan’s navy waters, and watch the snow falling fast on a chilly winter’s day. I wouldn’t even mind listening to Adele Mason’s endless chatter about the latest dinner parties she attended with her many beaus.

It seemed like an eternity since I’d crossed two thousand miles of prairie and mountains on the Union and Central Pacific railroad. Donner Lake had resembled a sapphire jewel nestled among pristine snow fields. Perhaps it was frozen already.

I shivered, remembering the darkness of Summit Tunnel. It also brought back the delicious memory of feeling safe, nestled in Ace’s strong arms. Feeling the sudden shock when his tongue sought my own…

“Miss? It’s dangerous standin’ that close to the sluice. Over yonder is best.”

Guilt flooded my heart. Nodding to the man, I twisted around and glanced in the direction he indicated. My uncle remained at the shack. “Will they ever stop talking business?”

“Doubt it.” The miner was the same one who’d offered me water earlier. He carried a roll of canvas slung over a shoulder. Shrugging, he swiped his muddy goatee and cheek against his burden’s nubby surface. “Reckon they’ll yammer on for a while more.”

“Thank you. I’ll be careful.”

“Sure thing, miss.”

He passed by and handed the canvas to a pair of men. They unrolled it and laid the fabric inside the wooden sluice. I walked across the shifting ground, trying to avoid the worst of the mud’s damp patches. One claimed my uncle’s shoe when we arrived that morning. I fought hard not to laugh aloud, watching Uncle Harrison hop about on one foot, so comical with his blustery red face. At last a worker retrieved his shoe, mud up to his elbow, half his face coated as well. My uncle had not thanked the man for the rescue, either.

On higher ground, two workers held long snaking hoses that spurted water at the high bank. Two others sprayed quicksilver over the sluice. It didn’t look like anything but dirty water. I sighed. This entire trip had been a waste of time. Uncle Harrison resented the questions I’d peppered the foreman with and ignored my opinions on how the operation damaged the countryside. Why had he suggested I tag along in the first place?

I should have stayed back in Sacramento. My sketchbook drawings needed work. I had yet to finish anything I’d glimpsed during the journey on the train. Etta had brought all my watercolor supplies from Evanston, and most of my books too.

But I didn’t want to read or paint. A deep melancholy robbed me of energy. Nightmares haunted my sleep, of the deep ravine and the lizard I’d caught, of the sandy slope I climbed on Mt. Diablo, desperate to escape my father’s killer. Of being trapped, with no way out, and facing death, and of seeing that shocked surprise… and hearing the gunshot.

Self-defense, as Ace claimed. My uncle and the sheriff agreed.

Poor Ace. He’d felt bad afterward, forced into a cowardly deed. I had never shot anything except a badger with Father’s Navy revolver. Missed, too. But I’d tried to protect my darling pet lizard’s clutch of eggs in the garden back home. The thought of shooting a human being turned my stomach. I suppose stabbing someone wasn’t any less of a sin. Heavy guilt weighed on me. Had it been self-defense? I shuddered at the memory.

As Mother used to say, it was water under the bridge. Nothing I might say or do now would change the past. But I’d rather avoid making such a horrible choice again.

Instead I trudged toward the shack. The foreman held a large piece of blueprint paper between his hands while my uncle pointed at various sections. Two other men argued with them, their heated words carrying over the whooshing of hoses and creaks and jolts of skeleton wagons over the rutted ground. Most of their argument was peppered with technical jargon that didn’t make any sense. Even Chinese sounded more familiar.

“We haven’t made enough headway,” said a man in a tailored suit, whose gold watch chain glinted in the sun. “I say we dig out the ridge all the way.”

“You take that ridge down any more than we have and we’ll never get equipment to the furthest point of the claim, over here,” my uncle said and prodded the map. “That was Alvarez’s advice. He knows this land better than you, Williamson.”

“I agree, it’s too dangerous,” the foreman said.

 “I’m the engineer! Are you implying I don’t know my business?”

“I’m saying it’s stupid to undermine that ridge. You’re being a stubborn coot.”

“You’re a fine one to call me stubborn—”

Good heavens. I reversed direction and headed back toward the sluice. They were sure to argue for another few hours. I wanted to ride that horse, even if it meant hiking my skirts to my knees and baring my ankles. The poor animal looked like it a good run, or at least a trot over the rough ground. I had to do something productive or I’d go mad.

Steering around the same boggy patch of mud, I cut close to the sluice. A blood-curdling yell halted everyone. I whirled to see the entire bank of earth, a huge avalanche of mud, rocks and two large trees root-first, rushing straight for me.

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Meet YA Fiction author Lisa Orchards!

Lisa Orchard

YA Author

      We've been invited to the local school gym by Lisa so grab a drink and some popcorn and let's pick Lisa's brain about her books. Thank you all for stopping in. Lisa's giving away two ebooks to two lucky winners so be sure to get in on the contest at the bottom!

     Lisa Orchard grew up loving books. She was hooked on mysteries by the fifth grade and even wrote a few of her own. She knew she wanted to be a writer even then.  “The Super Spies and the High School Bomber” is the second book in the “Super Spies” series. Her first book was published in March of 2012 and it has received rave reviews.

  After graduating from Central Michigan University with a Marketing Degree she spent many years in the insurance industry, pining to express her creative side.  The decision to stay home with her children gave her the opportunity to follow her dream and become a writer. She currently resides in Rockford Michigan with her husband, Steve, and two wonderful boys. Currently, she’s working on the third novel that stars the same quirky teens. When she’s not writing she enjoys spending time with her family, running, hiking, and reading.

Reader’s Haven: Lisa, thank you for inviting us to the local school where the stories take place. Tell us a bit about yourself  that our readers might not know.

Lisa:  I’m a stay at home mom and I have two boys ages 8 and 6. They are my inspiration for everything.

Reader’s Haven: What made you want to become a writer?

Lisa: I’ve wanted to be a writer since the 5th grade. I was an avid reader of Nancy Drew and the Trixie Belden series, but I didn’t have the opportunity to pursue this dream until I was home with my kids. I love being a mom and volunteering in my kids classrooms and I’m hoping that my books take off so that I can continue to do that.

Reader’s Haven: From looking around at the sites, the books are a big hit for you! Please share a bit about your new release The Super Spies and the High School Bomber, without giving away any spoilers.

Lisa: It’s the second book in the Super Spies series and it starts off with a bang! Sarah and Lacey are still reeling from the fact that their parents have disappeared when their new school is bombed on the first day of school.  Fearing that Uncle Walt, who is a teacher, has been hurt in the blast they take it upon themselves to search for him. In doing so they run smack dab into trouble, and decide that it’s up to them to find the high school bomber. Here's a blurb and excerpt:

This book opens in a small town in Michigan where Sarah and her sister Lacey are now living with their Aunt and Uncle. Still reeling from the fact her parents have disappeared, Sarah starts the school year with her new friend Jackie Jenkins. When Sarah learns the school has been bombed, she’s filled with dread. Uncle Walt is a teacher, and he was in the school when the bomb exploded. Taking matters into her own hands, Sarah decides to search for him. The rest of the Super Spies are right behind her. When a fireman chases them away from the school, Sarah becomes suspicious. She decides to investigate. The FBI arrives on the scene. Sarah realizes this bombing could have even bigger implications. Searching for the bombers, Sarah is introduced to the world of terrorism. She fears that the bombing and her parents’ disappearance are connected and terrorists are involved. To make matters worse, the bombers are determined to finish the job. Can the Super Spies find the bombers before it’s too late?

Chapter One

A whoosh of roiling hot air lifted Sarah Cole and flung her against the kitchen wall like a fumbled football. At the same time, the windows burst into millions of pieces, showering everything with tiny shards of glass. Sarah crumpled to the floor, still clutching the phone. She lay there stunned, unable to inhale or exhale.

“Sarah! Sarah!” her younger sister, Lacey, screamed from the bathroom, where she’d been drying her hair.

The ringing in her ears was so intense, Sarah could barely hear her. Groaning, she opened her eyes and saw only red through her right one. Dread rippled through her body.

“Sarah! Sarah!” Lacey cried again.

Sarah dropped the phone, and put her hand up to her eye.

She fingered the area gently before pulling her hand away. Blood.

“Lacey,” she croaked, unable to manage more than that.

“Sarah! Where are you?”

“The kitchen,” Sarah said, finally able to breathe. She blinked her eyes twice and her vision cleared. Relief flooded her body and she wilted against the floor.

“Holy Moley!” Lacey shrieked.

Sarah jumped at the sound of her voice. She didn’t realize

Lacey had come up the stairs and into the kitchen. The ringing in her ears was almost gone.

“You’re bleeding!”

“No kidding,” Sarah said, covering her right eye with her hand and glaring at Lacey with her uncovered one. She brushed her shoulder length blonde hair away from her face and gasped at the blood running down her arm.

“We’ve got to get you to the hospital!” Lacey screamed in a voice edged with hysteria.

“Stop freaking out!” Sarah gave Lacey the old one-eyed glare again.

“Sarah, there’s blood everywhere,” her sister whimpered as she wrung her hands. She gazed around her. “What happened? Did our furnace blow up or something?”

“I don’t think so.” Sarah shook her head, dust particles and slivers of glass cascaded to the floor. She furrowed her brow and absentmindedly brushed off her clothes. “I think something exploded outside. Help me up.”

Lacey held out her hand to Sarah and pulled her into a sitting position.

Blinking, Sarah gazed around the kitchen. On most days it was a sunny room with pineapple wallpaper and pine cabinets. It was the most popular room in the house—everyone congregated there during the holidays.

Sarah blinked again. Dust floated through the air and glass littered the yellow linoleum floor. She groaned and turned her attention to her arm.

As she examined the blood running down it, another wave of panic flooded through her body. Sarah’s legs wobbled when she stood and she stumbled as she reached for a kitchen towel that lay on the counter. She used the soft cloth to blot her eye. When she pulled the towel away, she was shocked to see the amount of blood that had soaked into it. Sarah gulped, trying to swallow her fear as beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

With unsteady feet, Sarah stumbled into the hall where a mirror hung.

She was afraid to look. Taking some deep breaths, she stared into the cracked mirror and noticed a cut in her eyebrow. The amount of blood that seeped from the cut was enormous compared to its small size.

Lacey walked past Sarah on her way to the den. The crunch of glass under her sister’s feet caught Sarah’s attention, and she sighed. Thank goodness we had our shoes on. A wave of relief washed over her body and she exhaled another deep sigh. The girls had been getting ready for school when the windows exploded and covered everything with glass.

“Sarah, come here! You’ve got to see this!” Lacey yelled.

Sarah whirled around and spotted her sister walking from the den—her eyes were round and full of shock.

“I think all the windows have been smashed. Come and look.”

Holding the towel against her cut, Sarah followed her into the den. “Holy crap!”

She gazed into the room. Shards of glass covered the furniture and the floor. The sun streamed through the window, shining on the jagged bits embedded in the carpet. It appeared as if tiny diamonds were buried within the fibers.

“What in the world happened?”

Sarah shook her head. “I have no idea.”

The shrill ring of the phone made Sarah jump. She dashed back to the kitchen and found the phone where she had dropped it earlier.

“Hello?”

“Sarah?”

“Jackie?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Jackie’s voice eased some of the tension in Sarah’s body. Jackie Jenkins was her best friend. They had met when Sarah and her sister moved in with their aunt and uncle three months earlier.

Sarah glanced down at her legs and for the first time saw tiny nicks where she had been hit by flying glass. She bent down and examined the cuts further. They were not deep, and were already clotting.

“All of our windows exploded! Do you know what’s going on?” Sarah asked.

“There was an explosion at the high school.”

Reader’s Haven: Do you write under a pen name?

Lisa: No
 
Reader’s Haven: What types of hero or heroine do you like best?

Lisa: I love a strong heroine and I absolutely love it when the underdog wins! So, I guess I love stories where the strong girl with the odds against her ends up persevering and winning in the end.

Reader’s Haven: Readers like to know what we do all day. Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.

Lisa: Well…my day starts by getting the kids ready for school and out to the bus. Once that’s accomplished I devote a couple of hours to social media and promoting my books. Then I write. I’m working on the third Super Spies book now and it’s almost done! I’m so excited!

Reader’s Haven: Congrats on doing the third book! Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?

Lisa: Well…that’s a tough question because all the books that I have out now are from my mystery series so they involve the same characters but they solve a different mystery in each book. I have another coming of age young adult novel I’m working on that will be different though. 

Reader’s Haven: How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?

Lisa: Hmmm…that’s a good question I would have to say about six to eight months. The first one took longer, but I had to develop the characters in that one; whereas I didn’t have to come up with the characters in the second and third because I already knew them.
 
Reader’s Haven: Do you have to be alone to write?

Lisa: No, I don’t but it is easier to write when my kids are in school. They tend to distract me.  They’re just so darn cute and funny! They’re at a fun age. 
 
Reader’s Haven:  It sounds like it and they have to be excited for you in their own way. How do you go about naming characters?

Lisa: Naming characters is hard because I’m very picky about the names…but once I get an idea of what the character looks like then it is easier.

Reader’s Haven: Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?

Lisa: It’s really funny but I don’t find pictures of my characters in magazines. I don’t want my characters to be model perfect. I kind of look at people I know or see and if one of their physical attributes captures my attention…then I jot it down and apply it to a particular character…so I get a picture in my mind what he/she looks like and then I do the same thing with personality characteristics.

Reader’s Haven: Do you have a favorite character in your series?

Lisa:  It’s hard to pick one! But I do have to say that I love the friendship between Sarah and Jackie. It’s effortless, and they are such complete opposites. I love it that they’re different personalities can mesh so well…they really balance each other out.

Reader’s Haven: How do you pick locations for your stories?

Lisa:  I pick places that I have good memories of or places I’d love to go.

Reader’s Haven: What are you working on now and what should readers be looking forward to from you in the future?

Lisa: I’m working on the third Super Spies book and a young adult coming of age novel. I’m excited about both of them!

Reader’s Haven: Where can readers find out more about you and your books?

Lisa: My website is listed below and here are my buy links:

“The Super Spies and the Cat Lady Killer”

 is now on sale for $.99!

Amazon 

Barnes and Noble 

  

The Super Spies and the High School Bomber

Amazon 

Barnes and Noble

My social media sites are below:

Website 

Facebook  

Twitter 

CONTEST:  Two copies of my second book, The Super Spies and the High School Bomber.  (The Super Spies and the Cat Lady Killer is on sale for $.99) 

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