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Response from Hidden Wives authors

Hidden Wives authors response:


So, I was sitting down with my double-espresso, fat-free, mocha-green-tea, soy-thingy when I stumbled upon a post where apparently I'm giving away my new novel, "Hidden Wives". Yeah!

And in case there's identity confusion, I am one half of Claire Avery. Michelle to be exact. Mari is really boring, so you really don't want her to reply back to you (should you decide to write to us on goodreads) because you may find yourself in a boredom induced coma. She really comes in handy for serious literature, oh wait, "Hidden Wives" is a pretty serious book. So, it all kind of works out. And she's an ace when it comes to angst.

Since Mari (the boring one) just leaned over my shoulder, I'm forced to get serious and tell you how excited we are to be involved in this AWESOME giveaway.

Thanks everyone for participating! And thanks Nancy for hosting this swindle (oops, I mean giveaway). Shhh, she left the room.

Regards to all,
Michelle (okay, and Mari)

Footnote: What Michelle forgot to mention is that she blew double-espresso, fat-free, mocha-green-tea, soy-thingy out her nose when she read the post.  That's why Mari came into the room.

Comments

  1. hee hee hee. Haa Ha HA.

    LOL

    ROTFL.

    Seriously, when I read and responded to your earlier post, I kept thinking, "Is she doing what I think she is doing?" But i played along anyway. Too funny.

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  2. Wow! I should do giveaways on my blog without the creator/author knowing about it. You totally scored!

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  3. I love books and authors with a good sense of humor!

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