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Egregious

Guess what I have for you?

No, not cookies, sorry.  Come over and I'll bake you a pie.  But in the meantime, here is the ebook version of Egregious:

Download Egregious

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To download, open in iBooks.  It will copy it to your shelf and you can read it.  If you don't have iBooks, and you really want an eBook copy that works with your device . . . I'm only gonna say this once, so lean in.

I'm a pretty friendly person, so just ask. 

For anyone who hasn't been following my serial fiction, Egregious, here is a brief summary of the story:
In the city of Citadel, a curse is no laughing matter.  A simple angry word or mocking phrase from a friend or foe, and the changes begin.

Meet Tate Harper.  He hasn't been fully human for ten years.  Cursed by a childhood friend, he is forced to live as a wolf man in Egregia, the wooded area surrounding Citadel.  Walking down the road one day, he finds the body of the woman who cursed him, Bianca Abatangelo.  Even though she's as cold as ice, he suspects she may be alive.

As Bianca discovers the primitive conditions the cursed are forced to live in, a fire is lit in her cold heart.  Determined to communicate their plight to the citizens of Citadel, she writes a leaflet she resolves to deliver.  But a drastic change is about to turn her world upside-down and vault her into the inner world of Citadel's most holy and powerful citizens, the priesthood of the Ellipse.

And seriously, if you haven't been following my serial fiction, you should!  The next story is titled Murder in the Ferns.  It's the first time I've tried my hand at a mystery or writing fiction in the first person, so it should be . . . interesting. 

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