Giveaway and Flash Question Session with Author Katie Salidas

Flash Question Session and Giveaway!!!!
Keep reading for my review and Sample Chapters of Soulstone!

Author Katie Salidas

The awesome Katie Salidas let me probe her mind, read her book and giveaway stuff! How awesome is she? Come find out, she will pull you into her amazing Immortalis series!! Vegas style....

Katie Salidas

Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkin off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.

And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…

Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.

Flash Question Session

1. Tell us about your current projects…

Right now I’m in a lull between books. I just released two back to back: Go Publish Yourself ( Quick and Dirty tips for Successful Self-Publishing) and Soulstone (Book 4, Immortalis series). Between promotion and life with a newborn, my time is stretched pretty thin. When I do find a few moments, I’m hoping to work on more of my Romantic shorts like House of Immortal Pleasures and Karma & Melodies. Eventually I’ll get back to my literary baby, the Immortalis Series and work on book 5, but I’m not really sure when I’ll be able to really devote the time needed for that one.

2. How do you balance being a writer and the demands of life?

Oh, I wish I knew how to do that “balance” thing. I’m constantly burning the candle at both ends. My day starts at 7am with the kids and ends sometime around 1am with trying to catch up on writing. In between is a free for all of random events. Most of my lack of balance is due to the new addition in our family. I’m sure once he’s a little older and on a real sleep schedule I’ll be able to better schedule out my writing and family stuff. Until then, I’ll enjoy the chaos.

3. Favorite candy from childhood?

Remember those wax bottles with the liquid inside? No, they’re not my favorite but whenever I think back to childhood, those are the first things I remember. They were so weird but addictive. That and wax lips too. LoL. I always liked the oddball things. As for favorites, I’d have to say the sour redvines. I’m not sure they still make those, but when I was little, I remember buying them at the corner store. They were huge and super sour. I loved them.

4. Which author has inspired you the most and why?

It’s really hard to pick just one. But I guess I have to start with the first one to capture my love of vampires (since vampires are the primary monster I write about). Anne Rice and her Vampire Chronicles were my first real vampire series. I was in my early teens when I first picked up her books, and it was not long after that I had the entire series devoured and wanted more. I think in a way I model my vampires after hers. They are the most human monsters you’ll find and they sometimes make you question how monstrous humanity really is.

5. What advice to other authors would you say helped you the most?
Don’t edit a first draft! It sounds simple enough, but I bet most of you out there will nod your heads while reading this. It’s the one thing that will stop a first draft in its tracks. First drafts are supposed to suck. Let them suck until you have them completed. If you try to edit the “suck” out of them before you complete them you’ll end up in a constant editing loop. Instead of completing your work, you never actually finish it. So, like I said, simple advice but it’s probably the most helpful I’ve ever been given.

6. Name one thing you wish you did differently in your stories.
Hmm. That’s a really tough question. I can’t really say that I would change anything. There are characters I was sad to see go, and situations that kind of sucked for the main character, but they all add up. It’s the butterfly effect. You know, a butterfly flaps its wings and somewhere on the other side of the world it’s linked to a hurricane? If I changed one thing in my main character’s past it would affect her future.

7. Do you see yourself in any of your characters?
Sure, there is a little of me in all the characters. Alyssa has my stubbornness. Rozaline has my mothering instincts. Nicholas has my inner need to be snarky. LoL. They all have some small part but each character has grown through the series and really has their own personalities.

 8. What made you want to be a writer?
I’ve always loved to write, so I think there has always been the desire. I just hadn’t realized it fully until a few years ago. Writing allows me to create characters and worlds and then share them with everyone. The best part is getting feedback from others. I love it when a reader comes back to tell me how much they enjoyed one of my stories. It makes me that much more excited to write more. 

9. Will there be another book in the Immortalis series?
I do have some ideas for book 5, but I have not begun to write it yet. Back to that whole “balance” question. I haven’t quite gotten it down, so it might be a little while before I get back to the series.

10. Where can we stalk you online?

I’m at all of the usual haunts, but Facebook is my home.

When I’m not there, I’m tweeting as @QuixoticKatie!/QuixoticKatie

And of course, I do blog occasionally too.

Please do stop by and say hi! I love chatting with other authors and readers alike!

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My Review of Soulstone (Immortalis #4)
By Katie Salidas

I absolutely love this series and Katie Salidas does not disappoint in this fourth installment to an awesome series! We find our favorite characters are back and a few new ones. Alyssa is desperate to find a way to get Lysander’s soul out of a crystal called a Soulstone and back into his withered vampire body. But how? She and her clan are running out of time and someone else has become interested in this stone too. Unfortunately, they will do anything and kill anyone to get it.

Full of action right off the bat, I found Alyssa a lot more likeable in this book than the first in the series. She has definitely matured in her position as a vampire of a clan and now part of a werewolf pack. The Acta Sanctorum is back and ready to unravel Alyssa’s fragile world around her. They are a constant threat that keeps you on your toes as you read along. I love Nicholas!!! He has definitely come around out of his angered mourning from losing his mate Rozaline and kicks some serious butt along with our favorite vampire we love to hate, Santino.

Definitely a great addition to an addicting series. I promise you won’t regret reading this tasty morsel.

5/5 Stars!!!!
Read some of her newest novel here!!!!


By Katie Salidas

Sample Chapters 1-2


Down the creaky steps I walked, alone, heading for the basement.

Visiting Lysander had become my nightly ritual. I’d wake up in my bed, reach out to the empty sheets, and feel nothing but crushing emptiness. It’s hard to believe that the absence of someone can bear such a heavy weight on one’s soul, but it does. That’s when realization would hit me, and I’d relive that terrible memory of seeing Lysander, my love, my mate, dive into the flames. Only after coming downstairs to the dark, dungeon-like basement, would I feel better.

I took a deep breath and stepped down onto the cold concrete floor. To my already tepid skin, the ground felt icy. Winter’s chill had frozen everything, and the basement was no real shelter from the cold. I probably should have worn something more than socks, but in my desperation to see him, I’d ignored basic necessities. I shook off the chill working its way up my spine and continued on.

“Good evening sweetie.” I said it as if he could hear me.

His spirit could, I guess, but Lysander had no voice with which to respond. Still, it made me feel better to talk to him as if he were alive and in front of me.

“It’s snowing outside. Boston is a winter wonderland. Zuri took us shopping for coats and boots.” Lysander had lived the last fifty years in Las Vegas. I had grown up there, before becoming a vampire. So for desert rats such as us, snow was as infrequent as rain, which made them special. Now that we were on the east coast, both were very common but neither had lost their beauty, at least to me they hadn’t. “I wish you could see it, honey. It’s just gorgeous out there. Everything’s covered in white.”

No response, as always. Not that I had really expected one. Hoped for, yes. But, at this rate, my hope was beginning to wear thin.

Too much time had passed since he’d been trapped inside the crystal that now served as his prison. The fragile hope I held of saving him was almost gone. I grew restless for a resolution. His spirit felt weaker. The warmth of his presence was almost … transparent.

Ariana, our resident witch, had not yet come up with a solution. She’d managed an impressive feat, trapping Aniketos back into the Pandora’s Box. But because she’d used her own spells instead of the original ones from the old scrolls, Lysander had been trapped too. His spirit now resided in a large blood-red crystal.

She’d said her coven might be able to help; however, weeks later, we still had no resolution. Others in the house had already given up. I could feel it in the way they avoided any talk of Lysander or the crystal. They’d always find a way to change the subject. A few times, I had the sneaking suspicion that they were purposefully avoiding me so as not to have to talk about it.

I reached up and pulled the chain, flicking on the overhead light. The basement was small and bare. Brownstones in the Back Bay area of Boston were built tall, not wide, so the basement didn’t take up much square footage. Lysander’s coffin sat in the middle. Just a plain pine box that reminded me of ones from the old westerns I’d watched as a kid.  It had been quickly constructed, and wasn’t a showpiece; just a simple, almost flimsy box, only meant to hold Lysander until we could find some way to release his spirit.

Seeing it there, sitting all alone in the cold dark room, caused my heart to seize. Each time I set eyes on the coffin, for a brief moment, my world crumbled into dust—like everything important had been destroyed, except the reminder of the act that put him in this coffin.

For as long as he’d been lying there, I hoped he was comfortable. Part of me felt guilty, like the others and I should have gotten him something a little nicer to sleep in. That thought too made the permanence of death seem more real. A tear welled up in my eye, and I wiped it away.

The pine box is fine. He won’t be in it much longer.

I pushed aside the lid and leaned it against the side of the box. Inside, Lysander lay, looking as if he were sleeping off his terrible injuries.

Where his body wasn’t scabbed or bruised, the skin appeared ashen in color and almost plastic-looking, as if not really skin at all, but a sort of waxy coating. I shivered at the gruesome sight. He’d been so beautiful before the fire charred him. His once-gorgeous chocolate-colored hair had been singed away in the blaze, leaving only a few patches here and there to remind me of its original color. The tips of his fangs poked down from behind dry, parched lips. I’d tried to give him blood, hoping it might restore him, but it hadn’t had any effect. His body was frozen in the moment his spirit had left it.

The fire had almost destroyed him before his spirit had been caught. Ariana had suggested to me that Lysander had already died and his spirit was moving on when she trapped him. She told me that if we freed it from the crystal, he might not return to his body.

I wasn’t ready to accept that. I could still feel his presence, though weak, emanating from the large soda bottle-sized crystal. Whether in his body or not, his spirit was still with us. That had to count for something. He was still here with us and alive, for all intents and purposes. And until we knew otherwise, I did not want to hear talk of him “moving on.”

I hoped and prayed to every deity out there that when Ariana did find the answer, Lysander could be returned to his body. Even if he remained charred and burned, I’d still love him. I didn’t want to face eternity without him.

I’d placed the crystal on his chest and folded his arms across it. There it had rested for the last two weeks while I tried to find answers. I hoped keeping the two together like this would help in some small way.

“Alyssa the widow is back to mourn again,” said an overly chipper voice from the top of the stairs. “Shouldn’t you be wearing black?”

I craned my head to look up and found Ian standing at the top of the stairs. As usual he was dressed for a night out: raven-black hair slicked back with just a few strands framing his face, skin-tight t-shirt and tight-legged jeans to ensure nothing was left to the imagination, and topped off with a leather coat. I often wondered if he had been a greaser before being turned. He certainly looked the part.

“Widow implies death, Ian,” I said with as much snark as I could put into my mournful voice.

“Widow also implies… available.” Ian beamed down with his thousand-watt smile. “I’ve had enough of this moping. You’re coming out with me tonight.” He took the stairs at a trot.

“No, thanks. I don’t need to hunt tonight.” I looked down at Lysander again. “You have to come back, honey. Look what you’re leaving me with.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” Ian’s breath blew across my ear. I felt the closeness of his body almost pressing against my back. “And I prefer to be the one on the hunt.”

I jumped in response, and my head collided with his. “Ugh. Ian! Stop it. I’m not one of your waitresses or barmaids. Leave me alone.” A spike of pain radiated through my skull. I could only hope I’d done more damage to Ian. The nerve of him, hitting on me in front of Lysander.

“No, you’re not. Which makes the hunt all that much more fun for me. Tricky little prey, aren’t you, Alyssa?” If I had injured him, he didn’t show it. In fact, whatever pain I’d caused him, he might have even liked.

I groaned in frustration and rubbed the sore spot on the back of my head. 

“Oh, c’mon. Try me. You just might like it.” He winked.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “I don’t want to try anyone, especially not a sleazy vampire that’ll sleep with anything that breathes.”

“Not fair. I didn’t sleep with your human friend, Fallon.”

“That’s ’cause she’s with Aiden.”

Ian grimaced for a brief second before his smile returned. “She’s off limits.”

“And so am I.”

“Just come out and have fun.”

“Fun for you is getting in the sack.”

“Look, you might see me as sleazy. I prefer the term ‘promiscuous’; it has a nicer ring to it.  But the bottom line is, at least I’m out there living life, not moping around in some dingy cellar, waiting for a man who’ll never return.” His typically cheerful tone had all but vanished. “I’m trying to help you.”

It was the first time I had ever seen Ian serious. Beyond that, he almost looked angry. His blue-gray eyes narrowed on me and his lip curled ever so slightly. “You have to know when to give up.” He inclined his head toward the coffin. “Let a lost cause go.”

I stared at him while anger and grief fought each other to be the dominant emotion inside me. My jaw quivered. I mashed my teeth together so it wouldn’t show.

“Lost cause? Lysander’s not a lost cause.” My eyes watered. I blinked and turned away. I didn’t want to melt down again. I didn’t want anyone seeing me like this.  

“Look, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,” Ian said, softening his tone. He smiled at me, but it didn’t have its usual brilliance.

  “You don’t know what this feels like. To know that your mate is here, lying as if dead. But I feel him. I know he hasn’t gone yet. Yes, Ian. I can feel his spirit. Right here.”

I picked the crystal up, off Lysander’s chest, and held it for Ian to see. “He’s not dead and gone. I know you can’t feel it, but I can. That’s what makes this so difficult.”

“I get it. You’ve been so maudlin lately. I’m just trying to lighten things up. Put a smile on that pouty face.”

I huffed. There was no getting through to that man. How could I expect him to understand the loss of a mate? He was the pathological playboy of the immortal world. Sex was his answer for all life’s problems.

“I’m sorry. Let’s try this again.” Ian’s wide eyes suddenly narrowed on the crystal. “Hey, didn’t that used to be all red?”

“What?” I pulled it closer to inspect. When Lysander had been trapped, the crystal had gone from completely transparent to a deep red color, as if it were made from blood itself. To my surprise now, the tip had turned clear.

“What does this mean?” I mumbled more to myself than to Ian.

“Good news, probably. Maybe the longer you keep that thing on Lysander’s chest, the more his spirit can seep back into his body.”

Oh, how I wished he were right! Ever the optimist, Ian had given me a little more hope. Maybe the spell would reverse its self after a short while, and Lysander would heal and return to us.

“Ariana is coming by later. You can show her then.”

I gave Ian a genuine smile.

“There it is. That’s what I’ve been looking for. You look so pretty when you’re not moping. Now, let’s go out and celebrate this good news.”

Part of me wanted to. I’d been cooped up for the last two weeks, researching and staying by Lysander’s side. It would be nice to get out and enjoy the city.

Ian took a step, closing the gap between us. He was a tall man, six foot or better. He pulled me into a hug and cradled my head to his chest. “It’s not a crime to go out and have fun. You have to live too. Otherwise, what’s immortality good for?”

I pulled back and looked down at the crystal in my hands. It seemed to pulse, as if Lysander were trying to tell me something. The warm, tingling sensation of his presence briefly flashed through me. Maybe he was saying the same thing: You shouldn’t forget to live.

I held it up and gently kissed the smooth sides. “I’ll be back soon,” I said, and then placed it against his chest.

“Atta girl.” Ian’s full blinding smile returned. “Let’s turn that frown upside down, permanently. We’re gonna hit the town and have a little fun.”

“I’ll go out with you tonight, on two conditions,” I said as I closed the lid to the coffin.

“Name them.”

“Quit with the cheesy lines. You need some new material.”

“Ouch. I think I might be insulted,” Ian quipped.

I shook my head. “Oh, poor baby. It couldn’t hurt that bad. I doubt anything in the world could damage that ego.”

“You’re so feisty and full of anger. I know a way to relieve some of that tension.” He waggled his eyebrows.

I gave him my best I-don’t-think-so look and drummed my fingers on the top of the coffin.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying. Either way, you’re still smiling.” He smirked. “What’s the other condition?”

“That you talk Zuri into coming with us.”

“Spoil sport.” Ian shot up the stairs, leaving me alone with Lysander’s body.

I had to laugh. Ian just didn’t give up. That, in its own funny way, gave me more hope. Maybe he was right and Lysander might actually make a comeback. That was a reason to celebrate, even if it was with Ian. I took one last look at the coffin. “Are you sure I should go out with him?” I mumbled to the box. As expected, there was no response, but I still felt Lysander spirit.

I wished, just once, that he would answer. With a sigh, I headed to the stairs, pulling the chain for the light as I walked by. “I’ll see you later honey. Don’t you go waking up without me, okay?”


As I went upstairs to get ready for my night with Ian, I stumbled upon my clan members seated around a large cherrywood table in the formal dining room. I stepped inside to see if any of them wanted to join me for a night out on the town. I opened my mouth to speak and caught the awkward glances that Nicholas, Crystal, and Drew were giving me. Silence enveloped the room, as if my presence were unwanted.

“Did I miss dinner?” I asked, hoping to break the awkwardness of the moment with a little humor, but none of them laughed at my bad joke.

Nicholas folded his hands in front of him on the table. He shook his head and clenched his jaw as if he wanted to say something but was holding back. Drew looked down at the dining table, pretending to be intensely studying the grain of the wood, while Crystal sat back in her chair, picking at her long, manicured fingernails. If I wasn’t mistaken, they seemed to be avoiding eye contact with me. This was one of those many times I wished I were an older vampire and had developed the ability to read thoughts. Being a newbie, as I was, I had almost none of the nifty abilities that the more experienced vampires had. I could sense emotions, but that wouldn’t do me much good here. I did, however, have the sneaking suspicion they’d all been talking about me.

“Okay then,” I said to break the silence. “Lysander’s crystal is in the coffin if anyone is looking for it. I noticed something different about it today. Possibly a good thing. Fingers crossed. When Ariana gets here we need to have her take a look at it. Maybe the spell is reversing itself. Wouldn’t that be great?”

Crystal glanced up for a brief second and smiled awkwardly at me.

Drew cleared his throat and it sounded like he said, “Okay,” but didn’t bother to turn and look in my direction.

I found it odd that none of them bothered to comment on what I had said about Lysander or the crystal. Come to think of it, they’d been acting funny for the last few evenings; avoiding me, ignoring me, and spending a lot of time in their own little group. Did they know something I didn’t? And if they did, why weren’t they telling me? I wanted to blurt these questions out but knew better. If they were trying to hide something from me, the direct approach wasn’t going to get me any answers. I’d have to keep a close watch on them to find out myself.

“Anyway… Ian is dragging me out of the house. We’re going to hit the bar. If anyone else wants to join us, I’d love to have you. Please come.”

Crystal shook her head and folded her arms across the table, but maintained her silence.

“Drew, Nicholas, either of you guys want to tag along? Don’t make me go out with Ian all by myself.” I figured that would at least get a rise out of one of them. They’d been like overprotective brothers, and Ian was just the kind of guy that brothers kept away from their little sisters.

 “Actually, that might be best.” Drew said in his usually chipper tone. “You get along well with the Boston crowd. I feel you should go out with them more often. It would do you good.”

“I’m sorry… what?” To say I was startled would be an understatement. “Remember we’re talking about Ian here. Mr. Wannabe Casanova. You want me to go out with him tonight?”

 “You can handle him,” Drew responded.

“What I think Drew is trying to say,” Crystal said softly, “is that we want to see you going out and having fun. We’re worried for you. The Boston crowd is younger, and you can relate to them better. Maybe that’s what you need to move on.”

“Move on!” I said a bit louder than I wanted to. “Nicholas, back me up here. Have you moved on from Rozaline?”

I realized about two seconds too late that I probably shouldn’t have reopened that wound. And I was right. Nicholas’s face tensed. His jaw clenched. His eyes zeroed in on mine, and without needing to hear the sound I knew he was still screaming in pain on the inside.

Rozaline, Nicholas’s mate, had died days before Lysander had been charred and trapped in the crystal. We’d all watched her decapitated and drained at the ghostly hands of Aniketos. Her death had been gruesome and very final, and I doubt even the coldest heart out there could have gotten over that pain so quickly.

“Sorry, that was wrong of me. I didn’t mean it to come out like that. All I’m trying to say is, she died and he is allowed to mourn. Lysander isn’t dead, and you all seem to want to act like he is. There is nothing for me to move on from.”

Crystal stood and walked purposefully toward me. “We just feel like you might be holding false hope. We don’t want you to hurt more if things don’t work out.”

“At least I have hope.” I couldn’t hold back the raw emotion in my voice. “At least I want things to be better. What are you all doing? Have you lost your humanity completely? This is no different than if he were in a coma in a hospital. If we were human, I’d be by his side every day, because I love him. That’s what you do when you love someone.”

She put her arm around me. “You’re not wrong to care. And we do want things to be better. Even if that means letting go.”

I jerked away from her.

“Not of your hope,” she added. “Let go of some of the pain. Don’t forget you have to live too. Transfer that energy into something productive, so you’re not constantly dwelling on the uncertainty of his situation.”

“And what if I’m not ready to let go of the pain? What if all I have is my pain?”

“You know that’s a lie.” She pulled me back into her arms. “You have us. We care… in our own way.”

Drew stood and joined us. His massive height dwarfed both Crystal and me. “So go out tonight. Have fun with Ian and Zuri and anyone else you can drag along with you. Get out of this house. That’s all we want.”

“Then I want you all to come too.” If I was to be forced into going out and having fun, they should have to go too. It was only fair.

“We’ve already hunted,” Drew said with an obviously fake smile. “And I don’t really care much for the dance clubs here.”

“There is nothing you can say that will get me to go to another bar,” Nicholas said with a note of finality.

I knew better than to push him. We shared a common pain, though not exactly the same, and I wouldn’t blame him at all for locking himself away to mourn. Losing a mate with whom you have shared eternity is not something you can just walk away from. He’d been ready to join her, offering himself as a sacrifice, but that too had been stolen from him when Lysander took his place.

“Well, I know Crystal will go with me.” I gave her my best you’re-not-getting-out-of-this look. Crystal liked to go to parties and clubs. She’d been the first to take me out dancing after I’d been turned. “No excuses. If you don’t go, I don’t go.”

She sighed and for a brief moment, I almost believed she was angry at me for giving her an ultimatum; but then a smile blossomed from her tight lips. “Oh, all right. I’ll go out tonight.”

Drew cleared his throat. “I thought we had our own plans for tonight.” He put his arm around his mate. “Remember, just the two of us?”

She stammered for a moment and looked up at her mate with confusion in her eyes. “Oh… yes… I completely forgot. Alyssa, let’s have a girls’ night some other time.”

I couldn’t put my finger on it, but they were all acting very suspicious. I sighed in disappointment. “Fine. I’ll see you all later. Will someone call me if Ariana gets here before I return?”

“If we’re home.” Drew said with a cocky tone that didn’t suit him.

Something was definitely up.

“Yeah, okay. If you’re around, give me a call,” I said, and then turned and headed toward my room to get ready. 


  1. I loved the 1st chapter I'm really going to have to read this series! it sounds wonderful!

  2. I definitely want to read this series! Thanks Alexia and Katie :)

  3. This is definitely going on my TBD list!!!! I've already wish listed them on amazon so that I don't forget. Thanks for the giveaway!

  4. Awesome her books are on my TBR list for review i'd love to win one or a swag pack thanks for the giveaway.

  5. Thank you Alexia, for hosting me and my newest novel today. And thank you all so much for taking an interest in this series. It really is my baby and Alyssa and the clan have become so real in these four books that they are like family. I truly hope you will love them as much as I do.

    Katie Salidas

  6. hello, those questions were so good and well answered. great post Alexia! <3, terri

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  8. Love when you get to read a part of the story to see if you like it, can't wait to read the rest, Thank You, Kristina!!!

  9. Thank you Alexia for the awesome author interview and review! I love reading about authors I havent met yet and this author has me hooked! Her books are def on my TBR pile. Thank also for the awesome giveaway!!

  10. Awesome excerpt. And thanks for sharing your review. This is a great series and Im really looking forward to reading Soulstone.

  11. Thank you for sharing your review and loving the giveaway xx

  12. Great excerpt! I can not wait to read your books, they sound wonderful. Now just have to get the hubby to give me some money to start buying your books lol. Thank you for the giveaway

  13. The excerpt is really good!
    -Virginia Wright

  14. Books look great thank you for giveaway

  15. Awesome! Gook luck everyone!


  16. Lovely excerpt. Makes me want to read the book all the more. Best of success always, Katie.

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