Tour, Review and Giveaway: The Librarian Principle by Helena Hunting

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Annaliese Harper knows that one tiny mistake can jeopardize a career before it’s even begun. Letting your boss find the extensive collection of porn on your personal laptop is one way. Sleeping with him is another. Liese manages to do both.

As the new librarian at a prestigious small-town private high school, Liese is drawn to her sexy, charismatic principal, Ryder Whitehall—an attraction she refuses to acknowledge given their relationship and her recent liberation from a delusional ex-boyfriend.

Liese is certain Ryder’s flirtation is the product of her sex-deprived imagination—until he discovers her digital porn stash during working hours and demands a private meeting. Behind closed doors, their attraction explodes into a dangerous, passionate affair that not only threatens their jobs and reputations, but most of all, their hearts.



Profile portrait of businessman working on laptop  in black suit at studio“You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.” His tone held none of the subversive humor that typically colored their private exchanges.

She swallowed thickly as he stopped in front of her. Even at his most relaxed, she found his presence intimidating, but the way he loomed over her now made her weak in the knees. The notion their relationship could be anything more than professional should never have entered her mind, no matter the temptation.

“I can explain.” Her eyes darted around the room in search of an escape she knew didn’t exist.

“Your office. Now,” he ordered, grabbing her laptop in one hand and her wrist with the other.

Even though she was horrified, his warm fingers wrapped around her wrist thrilled her. The pull she fought ignited, flashing across her skin like fire. And then she remembered this might be the end of her career. He propelled her into the library office and dropped the laptop on her desk. He released her wrist and shut the door, turning the lock.

“Do you have any idea—” His eyes blazed, the words cut short as he tugged at his tie. Liese watched nervously as he paced the room, his head down, fingers gripping the back of his neck, jaw working as he ground his teeth together. She couldn’t begin to imagine what he would do if he saw some of the other images she’d saved.

He gestured to the laptop. “What the hell was that?”

Liese jumped, a squeaky sound came out of her, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. Ryder rarely raised his voice.

It would be in her best interest not to reveal that her best friend had created a series of photoshopped pictures of the two of them in compromising positions. She also thought it wise not to say anything about the folder she’d created to store them, or how they fed her unhealthy infatuation with him. Or how they functioned as her primary source of masturbatory material.

“It was mostly a joke,” she mumbled.

“Do you think this is funny?” He looked incredulous as he towered over her, but his voice was smooth silk. Livid though he was, the tension between them pulsed like shock waves through the air.

“Not particularly, no,” Liese replied, refusing to look away for fear of appearing weak, or guilty. If she could maintain a facade of self-righteous indignation, maybe he wouldn’t touch her laptop again. In her peripheral vision, Liese noted the way his hands continued to clench and unclench at his sides.

“Where did that picture come from? Are there more?”

Much to her dismay, his palm settled on the laptop.

“I really wouldn’t—”

Ryder ignored her half-made request and flipped it open. It only took a few seconds for the screen to flicker to life and the advertisement to pop up. The gif played in a loop, the vigorous pumping continuing endlessly.

Liese sighed. “I don’t think there’s a way to explain this without it sounding incredibly bad.”

She buried her face in her hands and wished she could disappear as Ryder began to inspect the advertisement. Liese peeked through her fingers to watch him lean forward, hands splayed on either side of the laptop. Ryder squinted at the image, and then looked her over. His eyes moved down her body and back up, tracking her with an expression that bordered on predatory. Satisfied fascination knotted Liese’s stomach as the change took place: the undeniable draw she’d kept in check all this time echoed in his eyes. Some invisible line had been crossed, and Liese doubted she’d be able to return to the safety of the other side—the side where she pretended the attraction was all in her head.

“Please tell me that’s not you.” A note of aggression lent a sharp and bitter tang to the words. His fingers flexed against the desk, the tips turning white with pressure.

“It’s not my body,” Liese whispered, shaking her head.

“You’re quite sure about that?”

“It’s photoshopped.”

“Is that so?” He quirked an eyebrow, relief relaxed the tense line of his jaw. Ryder inspected the scene, apparently no longer fazed by the naked, gyrating bodies now that he knew she hadn’t made a porno and pasted his head on her previous partner. Ryder minimized the picture, allowing a series of folders to pop up on the screen.


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My Review:

Any time Helena Hunting announces a new book, you can bet I’ll be there. This story tests her mettle in a different direction from her previous publications. It’s somewhat fluffy and laugh out loud funny but has some serious threads, too.

Annaliese Harper is a new hire at the school where Ryder Whitehall serves as principal. She likely regrets telling her best friend, Marisa, about her crush on him, considering that the woman is a Photoshop ninja. Before she knows it, Annaliese’s inbox is flooded with porn that features her face and that of her boss. Does she delete it? Of course not! One guess as to who finds her tantalizing stash.

Will she be fired? Um, no, because Ryder has *cough* an unanticipated reaction to her shocking collection of smut.

When Ryder meets her parents? Classic. Just for that moment, you should read this book.

I really liked Ryder. He’s smoother around the edges than most of Helena’s male leads, but he’s not soft. When he gets flustered, it’s a scream. That said, I kept expecting the floggers and ropes to come out. It’s a lighter book than I anticipated, but it definitely hit the spot as I wanted something cheery and sweet to read over the holidays.

Definitely glad I met Ryder. Four stars.


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Author Bio:

Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s putting her degree in English Lit to good use by writing contemporary erotic romance. She is the author of Clipped Wings, her debut novel, and Inked Armor.




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Excerpt and Review: Pretty Hot by Donna Alam






















A charming playboy. A girl on the run from love. An exotic location where the weather isn’t the only thing that’s hot.


Kate Saunders is sure of only one thing as her flight to her new life lands in Dubai: short of joining a convent, her new job teaching at a conservative all-female school is just what she needs. Until she meets Kai, that is.


Cultured and worldly, Kai lives a life of wealth and privilege where he always gets what he wants. And what he wants next is Kate. He’s determined their relationship is only going one place: his bed.


The road to hell may be paved with good intentions, but it’s also littered with underwear when Kate struggles to resist his sweet, filthy mouth. Talented of tongue he may be, but he’s also not quite who seems to be. Kate’s life is about to take a turn for the complicated, making the one she left behind look easy.





‘Well, when eight-year-olds make you feel small, heels are the only answer,’ I retort. ‘And I like nice shoes.’

Lazily pushing himself from the door surround, he saunters to my desk set at the front of the room. Almost lounging against it, he stretches his long legs out in front. Each facing the opposite direction, we’re shoulder to shoulder and almost touching as an electrical force dances in the air. I’ve never been more grateful for the curtain of my hair as he leans in, leans closer, then peers exaggeratedly down at my feet, his voice seeming to drop a full octave.

‘You most certainly do.’

Grabbing papers from my desk, I continue shoving them into my bag in an effort to avoid acknowledging the large, hot presence at my side. ‘Is this a social call or are you actually here for something?’ My tone could be described as arsey at best.

‘Pleasure, definitely.’ I think he’s still staring at my shoes, though I’m fairly certain it’s not a covetous thing. ‘I’m here to call in a debt.’

‘Oh?’ Pushing my hair behind my ears, my eyes rise in enquiry. He’s an accountant then?

‘Your rain-check. I’m here to take you for coffee.’


‘That’s correct. A word of two syllables. A social lubricant.’

I swallow, hopefully not audibly. ‘With you?’

‘You’re enthusiasm knows no bounds,’ he replies in a tone as dry as toast.

‘But that’s . . . that’s not a debt.’

‘A promise is most certainly a debt,’ he teases warmly. But there’s something else there in his words, an undercurrent of steel causing goose bumps to break out across my arms. A man who’s unused to being turned down.

‘I didn’t promise.’ Eyes down, I continue my bag filling quest. ‘And I really don’t think it would be a good idea.’

‘The promise was definitely implied.’

‘I think you’ll find it was inferred,’ I reply with a snort. Great. So now I snort.

‘And,’ he adds, ignoring me, ‘you seem far too nice a person to hurt my feelings. As for it being a good idea, how do you know without trying?’

‘I don’t think I need to try you.’ I wish I could swallow the words at once; press rewind, suck them back in.

‘I come with a satisfaction guarantee.’

‘That’s not what I mean,’ I add quickly.

‘Just coffee,’ he replies, now sounding sincere. ‘Nothing nefarious. I promise.’

‘Sorry. Like I said, I’m busy. Flat out.’

‘Interesting choice of words. But busy . . . sharpening . . . copious amounts of pencils?’ Lifting the almost industrial sized electric sharpener out of my hands, he turns it in his own. It’s about then that I notice the almost bare surface of my desk. ‘A serious business, I’m sure.’

As I raise my head, his gaze hits mine, serious eyes staring down. I’ve suddenly run out of words, every beat of my heart pounding so hard, it has to be audible.

Placing the sharpener back, he stands.

‘I’ll even carry your bag.’

‘You’re pretty full of yourself.’

Smiling lopsidedly, his eyes travel the length of my body again. ‘You know what they say, one minute a cock.’

‘And the next just a bit of a dick,’ I mutter.

‘Ouch.’ He laughs softly, rubbing a hand across his delightfully stubbled chin. ‘I believe the aphorism goes, and the next a feather duster . . .’ He sounds almost hurt as his words trail away.

Oh, bugger. So much for not mistaking his intent. ‘I didn’t mean—’

‘To injure my pride?’ His tone matches a perfectly arched brow.

‘No! Of course not. I don’t even know you, I wouldn’t presume—’

‘You can tell me how sorry you are over that drink.’

Not that upset, then. ‘I told you, I can’t. Coffee or otherwise.’

‘Can’t or won’t?’

‘Does it matter?’ I ask, exasperation and my hands rising before me.

‘Boyfriend, girlfriend? Significant other?’

‘Girl? What, because I’m not interested, I’m gay?’ My face burns and all I can think is what says gay about me today? Surely this isn’t the right response.

‘I didn’t say you weren’t interested. Reluctant, but interested,’ he asserts, masking a smile. ‘Are you seeing anyone?’

‘I don’t see what it has to do with you.’

‘Obstacles, Kate,’ he says suddenly serious. Like an egg and spoon race or the one in the sack? No, the one with the sack! ‘I like to know where I stand.’

‘Why should I be interested in where you hang? Stand! I mean stand.’ My eyes flick involuntarily to where they shouldn’t before darting away. Interested, so interested but reluctant, he got that right.

‘To the left, if you feel you must know, and slightly—’

‘Is this how you talk to women you barely know?’ Talk about degeneration.

‘I think you must be a bad influence.’

‘And I think you must be delusional,’ I retort, straightening my blouse.

‘Because I’m back to being a prick, it seems.’

He exhales audibly, ruffling a hand through his gorgeous hair, not that I noticed at all. As he falls silent, I tip my head to peer at him, fascinated by the conflicting emotions playing and fading across his face: exasperation, annoyance and eventually, a hesitant sort of confusion.

‘What have you got to lose?’

Dignity? Pride? Undies?

His hand rises quite suddenly between us as he runs the tip of one finger against my face. He’s so close that for a mad moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, my breath halting as desire, swift and treacherous, blooms inside. He’s going to kiss me and I think I’m going to let him. Then his hand lowers, sort of hesitantly, before plucking one of the humiliatingly many pencils sticking from the top of my bag. He begins to write on my yellow notepad, the only item left on my desk. As pen touches paper, his finger sparkles in the light, sprinkled with glitter.

‘My number,’ he murmurs, placing the folded paper in my hand. ‘Think about it. You owe me for saving you, at least.’

‘Why do I feel you’re not going to leave me alone until I say yes?’ My voice is soft, lacking in strength and conviction as I stare at the folded note.

‘Because you’re a very astute judge of character.’

A smile leaks from his tone as he turns to leave, his words echoing in the empty room. Staring at the paper in my hand, my heart sinks. I fold it once more and tear it in half, because I know his words couldn’t be farther from the truth.

























Hmm… Why do I get the feeling that this trilogy is going to get pretty hot?

Not kidding. Just look at that cover. This book steams and we haven’t reached the climax yet.

About two years ago, I had the good fortune to be approached by a friend who asked me if I would pre-read a draft of this book. I loved it, and it was great fun corresponding with Donna. I lost track of her for a bit, and the next thing I knew, she was a published author! Yay! And here we are.

One gets the impression that our heroine, Kate has been raised to be a good girl by her overbearing mum. She is betrayed by her fiancé. Her mother is not on her side. Kate, however, is determined to be her own person (wonderfully expressed in typical Aussie fashion). And for these reasons, Kate hares off to the Emirates to become a teacher. Cue Kai.

This young man embodies everything she shouldn’t *cough* do. And oh, boy, Kai is not going to let her shy away from him. Power, prestige and panache, a dry wit and an underlying, sweet vulnerability leave our girl tongue-tied and questioning herself non-stop. Never mind the cultural mores they’re challenging and the fact that he may kind of, sort of be her boss. Of course, he’s determined to secure her affections and throws himself thoroughly into The Woo. Can she resist? Yeah, right. But there’s a lot of mystery to Kais Al Khalfan and Kate hasn’t begun to unlock his secrets.

Have I mentioned… Kai sometimes likes things a little rough? *smack*

Donna weaves authentic dialogue, spices and exotic settings together with humour, an awkward girl and an irresistible man to make one sizzling hot read. The next book is coming out at the end of December so don’t hesitate to read this one now. Oh, and until Friday, you have a chance to win an e-book here so make sure to enter my giveaway.

Five stars (and a big round of applause) to my friend, Donna Alam. I can’t wait for more.




Donna AlamHailing from the North East of England, Donna is a bit of a Bedouin, moving houses and continents more times than she cares to recall. A bit of a clueless nomad rather than the stateless kind, she once worked at a school very much like the one described in her book. Alas, there were no Kai-a-likes floating about there . . .





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A charming playboy. A girl on the run from love. An exotic location where the weather isn’t the only thing that’s hot.


Kate Saunders is sure of only one thing as her flight to her new life lands in Dubai: short of joining a convent, her new job teaching at a conservative all-female school is just what she needs. Until she meets Kai, that is.

Cultured and worldly, Kai lives a life of wealth and privilege where he always gets what he wants. And what he wants next is Kate. He’s determined their relationship is only going one place: his bed.

The road to hell may be paved with good intentions, but it’s also littered with underwear when Kate struggles to resist his sweet, filthy mouth. Talented of tongue he may be, but he’s also not quite who seems to be. Kate’s life is about to take a turn for the complicated, making the one she left behind look easy.


Donna AlamHailing from the North East of England, Donna is a bit of a Bedouin, moving houses and continents more times than she cares to recall. A bit of a clueless nomad rather than the stateless kind, she once worked at a school very much like the one described in her book. Alas, there were no Kai-a-likes floating about there . . .







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Beckett Taylor’s quest to be a better man has brought Eve Hartt back into his life, but sometimes it feels like they’re bound together with barbed wire. Though he longs to love her without causing pain, the wreckage of their past continues to crash down around them.

Yet with the help of this brothers—and for his brothers—Beckett won’t stop trying. He’s determined to make them all a family, to make a life they want to live, and to make Poughkeepsie a place that’s safe to live it.

He can feel their futures balanced precariously on his shoulders: Blake and Livia and their children, Cole and Kyle and the new baby they’ve just brought home, and Eve…always Eve. He wants their dreams to be real. But murderers don’t just get Happily Ever After handed to them. They have to wrench it away from Satan himself.

Good thing Beckett is prepared to do just that. After all, saving Poughkeepsie is the only way his story ends.

Prepare your heart and your head for a wild ride in this final installment of the Poughkeepsie Brotherhood series. Debra Anastasia does not disappoint as she weaves the last chapter of a story that blends true love, turbulent emotions, and life’s harsh realities into an uplifting tale that calls to the good in each of us.


Smaller SHh Debra Anastasia  TwitterThere are a lot of eyes in Debra Anastasia’s house in Maryland. First, her own creepy peepers are there, staring at her computer screen. She’s made two more sets of eyes with her body, and the kids they belong to are amazing. The poor husband is still looking at her after 17 years of marriage. At least he likes to laugh. Then the freaking dogs are looking at her–six eyeballs altogether, though the old dog is blind. And the cat watches her too, mostly while knocking stuff off the counter and doing that internal kitty laugh when Deb can’t catch the items fast enough.

In between taking care of everything those eyes involve, Debra creates pretend people in her head and paints them on the giant, beautiful canvas of your imagination. What an amazing job that is. The stories hit her hard while driving the minivan or shaving her legs, especially when there’s no paper and pen around. In all of the lies she writes hides her heart, so thank you for letting it play in your mind.

Debra is eternally grateful to Omnific Publishing, which has now published five of her books: two in the Seraphim Series and three in the Poughkeepsie Brotherhood Series, as well as her novella, Late Night with Andres. That one is special because 100% of the proceeds go to breast cancer research. (So go get it right now, please!)

You can find her at and on Twitter @Debra_Anastasia. But be prepared…

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Fender Barnes profits from an institution he doesn’t believe in: marriage. He’s a talented designer, but a reluctant jewelry store owner, thanks to his pop’s retirement. He’s cynical, he’s jaded, he’s not entirely certain about the concept of love, but he’s happy to sell an eager young guy an engagement ring for his fiancée to be—until moments after the transaction when that eager guy is hit by a car and killed, and Fender’s conscience pays a rare visit.

He retrieves the ring and decides to find the woman his customer intended to marry. That woman turns out to be Ginger Stevens, twenty-something ski instructor, who—despite being full of guilt and self-doubt after the death of her boyfriend—is someone Fender finds he quite enjoys being around. He’s smitten.

Which is all well and good, except that after he meets her, Fender can’t do it. Though it’s right there in his pocket, he can’t tell her about the ring. Instead, he embarks on a long, ridiculous quest to find a way to tell her the truth he knows she deserves. Aided by advice from Pop and the antics of his best friend Sam, Fender tries desperately to juggle his budding romance with the reality he knows could ruin it.

Will he find love or foul it up? Can Ginger move out of the past to embrace what the future has to offer? Meet this unlikely pair in Beck Anderson’s heartfelt and fabulously funny second novel, The Jeweler.



beck-anderson-press-releaseBeck Anderson loves to write about love and its power to heal and grow people past their many imperfections. She is a firm believer in the phrase “mistakes are for learning” and uses it frequently to guide her in writing life and real life.

For Beck, the path to published novelist has taken lots of twists and turns, including a degree in anthropology, a stint as a ticket seller at a ski resort, a much-loved career as a high school English teacher, and a long tenure as a member of the best writing group ever, hands down.

Beck balances (clumsily at best) writing novels and screenplays, working full-time as an educator, mothering two pre-teen males, loving one post-40 husband, and making time to walk the foothills of Boise, Idaho, with Stefano DiMera Delfino Anderson, the suavest Chihuahua north of the border.

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!cid_CE871EC3-9C03-4C6D-9536-A0770D8C6A89@wowwayJENNIFER LANE: BLOCKED

College freshman Lucia Ramirez has a secret crush on Dane Monroe. He’s a tall drink of water — blond, brash, and one hell of a volleyball player. ¡Híjole! Lucia hopes her volleyball scholarship to his school will make him notice her.Too bad what’s noticeable is Dane’s obvious hatred for Lucia. Her family’s politics contradict everything he stands for. And politics are front and center in both their families. Dane’s mother is about to face Lucia’s father in the race for US President.When Secret Service throws them together, Dane can’t deny his frustrating attraction to Lucia’s athletic curves and sweet faith in the world. Amid the intense pressure of college athletics and presidential politics, can opposites not just attract, but overcome overwhelming odds to be together? Or do their differences block their match from the start?
Jennifer LaneGet psyched for romance with psychologist/author (psycho author) Jennifer Lane! By day she witnesses tremendous growth in her psychotherapy clients, and by night she wrangles misbehaving fictional characters as she writes sports romance and romantic suspense with a psychological twist. She can’t decide which is more fun.A swimmer and volleyball player in college, Jen wove some of her own experiences into Streamline — a military mystery about swimmers. Readers can dip their toes into Jen’s world of swimming romance by sampling her free New Adult novella Swim Recruit.College volleyball romance Blocked is Jen’s newest release. Peek inside big-time college sports and even bigger national politics when the offspring of two presidential candidates find out whether opposites really do attract, or their match is blocked from the start.Stories of redemption interest Jen the most, especially the healing power of love. She is also the author of The Conduct Series, a complete romantic suspense trilogy that includes With Good Behavior, Bad Behavior, and On Best Behavior. Two parolees find love in a hopeless place.Ultimately, whether writing or reading, Jen loves stories that make her laugh and cry. In her spare time she enjoys exercising, attending book club, hanging out with her plus-size, “I’m not fat, I’m big-boned” Izzie cat, and visiting her sisters and their families in Chicago and Hilton Head.
 SoldierFullTemplateRemakenytSYDNEY LOGAN: SOLDIER ON
Will his call of duty break both their hearts?Losing her father in Desert Storm has left Stephanie James with a bitter soul when it comes to the military. As a college senior juggling a full course load, Steph’s only goal is to graduate with honors at the end of the semester. She’s focused, determined, and a firm believer in all work and no play. Then she meets Brandon Walker at a New Year’s Eve costume party. Despite his disguise, Steph finds herself attracted to the camouflaged soldier who curls her toes with a scorching midnight kiss.Brandon is an engineering major and ROTC student from the hills of Kentucky. Growing up as the son of a major general has given Brandon firsthand knowledge of the struggles military families sometimes face. Now that his father’s memory is fading, Brandon is even more determined to make his dad proud and graduate as an officer in the United States Army. Then he meets Stephanie, and suddenly, his focus is less on his military service and more on the pretty brunette who has stolen his heart. When he becomes aware of Steph’s resentment toward the military, he worries their relationship is doomed.When faced with the realization that she’s fallen in love with a soldier, can Steph’s wounds from the past be healed with love in her present . . . and in her future?

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SydneyAmazon bestselling author Sydney Logan holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education. She is the author of three novels – Lessons Learned, Mountain Charm, and Soldier On. Sydney has also penned four short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul.A native of East Tennessee, Sydney enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.Visit her website at







When Savina Thompson, an ex-police agent and amateur performer, is asked to impersonate a call girl, she’s at first flabbergasted and only with reluctance she accepts to play that role. It’s needed to help the police penetrate the criminal ring that plagues the town of Varlee, Ontario. It’s part of a daring operation engineered by Chief Detective Conrad Tormez. Using a new speech emulation system, he wants to replace The Woman in Black, a recently deceased member of the criminal gang, with Savina.
Operation Woman in Black isn’t the only challenge Conrad Tormez has to face. For the last year he’s been searching for Isabel, his mentally-impaired teenage daughter. Then one day he finds her—living in a log cabin in the Rocky Mountains, together with a baby and a wolf. A loving father, yet a cunning detective, Conrad Tormez has to balance every minute of the day between parenting and police work. To complicate things, Savina falls in love with a man she is supposed to keep at a distance.
As operation Woman in Black progresses, Conrad Tormez realizes that the mastermind of the criminal ring is a formidable opponent—his deadly tentacles can reach anybody, anywhere, anytime.
RENE NATANRene Natan, aka Irene Gargantini Strybosch was first attracted by the myriad possibilities offered by computers and pursued a career in information technology with the University of Western Ontario. The desire of being a storyteller, however, never left her since plots kept taking shape in her mind. After following a number of online courses on fiction writing, she started to jot down her first story, Mountains of Dawn. Eight novels followed naturally. Most belong to the romantic suspense genre (such The Collage and The Red Manor); The Jungfrau Watch, however, is a political thriller and The Blackpox Threat is a spying story set in Canada. The latter won the first prize in the 2012 Five Star Dragonfly Award and was one on the four finalists in the 2011 Indie Excellence Award competition. The Bricklayer got an honorary mention from the 2012 San Francisco Book Competition.
Rene Natan makes her home in Strathroy, Ontario. Contact:
More information can be found over the Internet: Natan uses the pen name R.S. Natanevin for her collaborative writing with Sharon Langevin Crawford.

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