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#Author Diaries – Christy Lynn Abram, author of Little Miss Somebody

#AUTHOR DIARIES IS PLEASED TO WELCOME CHRISTY LYNN ABRAM, GRAVITY IMPRINT AUTHOR OF Little Miss Somebody. Christy Lynn Abram is an Author, poet and Wholistic Muse. Through her books, workshops and insightful articles, Christy inspires others to find peace after trauma. Look for Little Miss Somebody’s release with Gravity Imprint in the spring. Read more about her eclectic …

"This story was quite the ride it was raw and full of emotions, doubts, mistrusts, fame, love and it was like following a train wreck as it goes down the track." Reader Review

what a ride…. 4 stars Amazon “This story was quite the ride it was raw and full of emotions, doubts, mistrusts, fame, love and it was like following a train wreck as it goes down the track. Harrison the female lead character, in this story refers to herself in the 3rd person throughout the book, …

Mystery, romance, and more are queued up for you in today's selection of free and bargain Kindle books!

“Mystery, romance, and more are queued up for you in today’s selection of free and bargain Kindle books!” “ Keep your heart open, it’s life’s one, true compass.” ‎THE VAST LANDSCAPE‬ Poignant Romance Series ‪#‎mustread‬ ‪#‎raw‬ ‪#‎soulstirring‬ ‘@makeupmodelciti You are very welcome! Thank you for such a great novel! — kboards (@kboards1) April 22, 2015‘ http://kboards.blogspot.com

Novelty News In Brief

And they say small towns are ‘going away’. Not mine. ‪#‎Merica‬ ‪#‎smalltowns ‪#‎shoplocal‬ http://auburnpub.com/lifestyles/auburn-native-releases-her-second-book-plans-local-signing/article_b02a3aa8-6c7b-5319-b67d-7d8e2dc96a8f.html  ‘I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town  And people let me be just what I want to be’– John Mellencamp – Small Town Lyrics  

Streaming Ties That Bind: 'She never laughed anymore. Nothing was fun; life was not a game.'

She disappeared inside the land of make-believe, filled with Crayola crayons so bright she wore tinted sunglasses I always thought true love was equivalent to good poetry dying today, today, today I‘ve learned how to sleep alone with my dreams A young girl fell in love with art, without perhaps ever knowing his  name     …