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Don’t panic! The best Christmas gift is only a click away!

My Christmas gift to you!

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Four Stabenow titles free on Amazon, iTunes, and Kobo, and 99 cents on Barnes and Noble. Amazon links below, now’s the time to load up that brand new e-reader.

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Silk and Song II, or let the buckling and swashing continue!

Here’s the livestream from the Poisoned Pen’s launch of By the Shores of the Middle Sea event on November 29th.

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Rodney and Laurel (a Danamaniac!) drove over from Albuquerque for their copies.
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It’s always a party down at the Poisoned Pen Bookstore.

Here’s the livestream from last Tuesday’s By the Shores of the Middle Sea event.

I think I can safely say a good time was had by all. I sure had a blast, and I got to handsell a bunch of books I didn’t even write to fellow readers.

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“A horse’s whinny, imperious and insistent, was heard, and Johanna laughed.”

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Talikan, Spring, 1323

A horse’s whinny, imperious and insistent, was heard, and Johanna laughed. “Ihsan! Open the door before North Wind opens it for you!”

The door opened and Johanna shot through the opening as if she had been loosed from a bow. Still, North Wind was there before her.

Ihsan, the stable master, was the only man in Sheik Mohammed’s entire stables who could even marginally handle North Wind without injury. He was certainly the only one courageous enough to saddle and lead the stallion from his stall, and smart enough to flatten himself hastily against the stable wall as the great white stallion moved past him at a gait unsuitable for the relatively cramped quarters of the stable yard. She laughed again, caught a handful of mane and swung herself up on North Wind’s back. He didn’t stop as she settled into place, continuing on toward the double doors of the stable yard, his intent obvious. Either someone would open the doors or North Wind would go right through them.

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“The door began slowly, oh so slowly, to swing wide.”

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— One —
Talikan, Spring, 1323

The door began slowly, oh so slowly, to swing wide. Johanna was leaning forward, almost on her toes, every fiber of her being yearning toward the other side.
“Nazirah! Wait!”
A small, slim figure slipped through the crowd of women and rushed forward. She had dark flashing eyes, an infectious smile and a merry disposition. She reminded Johanna of Fatima, a childhood friend.
“Hayat,” she said, striving to sound patient. “What is it?”
“Only this,” Hayat said, seizing Johanna’s hands in her own. “I need more indigo. Could you ask the guards to stop at the dyers’ shed on your way back?” Hayat dimpled at Kadar. “You don’t mind, do you, Kadar?”
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“And she was here as a result of betrayal, kidnapping and blackmail.”

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— One —
Talikan, Spring, 1323

And she was here as a result of betrayal, kidnapping and blackmail. They might not speak of it directly, but they knew – and she would never forget. The sheik and his son and their men had ambushed her party on the trail down from the high pass through the mountains because the sheik had wanted North Wind, and because the big white stallion wouldn’t go anywhere without Johanna.
She remembered again the blade of Sabir’s sword sliding so easily into Jaufre’s back, and closed her eyes against a wave of nausea. She took a deep breath and let it out, slowly.

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