AAMBC Get-On-A-Lane- For-Literacy

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AAMBC is seeking to not only support our authors both seasoned and new, but we
are also looking to educate the community that reading a book brings knowledge.
Knowledge is Power. We will do this with providing literature when and where we
can, and most of all developing a scholarship fund.
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With that being said, AAMBC-GP�will host the 1st Annual AAMBC Bowl-On-A-Lane for
Literacy, February 27, 2010. Our goal is to�have seasoned and new authors�to
bowl with their readers and supporter for a good cause.
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Readers:
Readers of all genres considered gathering four or more of your friends to
create your own bowling team. Lets put Dallas on the Map when it comes to
Literature and Fine Art. If you are interested in assisting please contact me @
aambcgptx@yahoo. com.�With each group you will be given a complimentary AAMBC
Bowl A Thong T Shirt and baggies full of goodies. Contact us for
more�information and qualifications.
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Authors:
If you could grace us with your time at our event it would be greatly
appreciated. You will meet your supporters, sign a few books and then throw a
few strikes. Proceeds will go to purchase books for our selected homes and
towards our scholarship fund. We will also accept donations of books,
book-markers and other promotional items that will be utilized in the gift bags
of participating bowlers.�If you are interested or can support us�please contact
events@aambookclub. com
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Thanks in advance for your support,
Deborah
Visit AAMBC Chapter, Grand Prairie at: http://aambcgptx. ning.com/





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[right]  <http://www.jeffreybrownmd.com/whyiwrotethebook.html#> From
time to time I like to spotlight the books of Black Authors featured on
Black Writers Connect <http://blackwriters.ning.com/> . Today's
spotlight book is 'Health Power 101: the Complete Guide to Patient
Empowerment <http://www.jeffreybrownmd.com/whyiwrotethebook.html> ' by
Dr. Jeff Brown. Today more than ever Americans can not afford to be
unaware when it comes to their health, a fact that Dr. Jeff Brown takes
very seriously.

When asked why he wrote the book Health Power 101, Dr. Jeff stated:

Over the years as I've worked in emergency rooms, hospital wards,
and in clinic settings, I've met thousands of patients with little
knowledge of their personal health history. I have found that the few
patients who keep any type of personal health record typically keep one
that is incomplete or poorly organized. These findings concerned me. It
is precisely this lack of knowledge that can expose a patient to
disease, medical errors and medical mismanagement.

The only solution to this very common problem in America today is to
empower people to be aware of and protect their most precious asset
� their health. As a physician, I want to effectively treat my
patients. Yet even more than that, I want everyone to have access to the
tools they need to help them manage their health and track their medical
history.

I've developed the Health Power 101 System so that everyone can
maintain accurate personal health records and be more informed about
their health.

You can get your own copy of Health Power 101 by visiting:
http://www.jeffreybrownmd.com <http://www.jeffreybrownmd.com/> .

If you are a black author and would like your book featured on my social
networks review the featured books by Black Authors website. URL:
http://sistapreneurs.ning.com/page/featured-books
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Never What it Seems II:
A Mother’s Love





















































 Dedicated to my mother:
Emma Lou Flowers (Nov. 29, 1928 - Nov. 17, 2009)
 
Never What it Seems II: A Mother’s Love is a story of sacrifice, dedication,
and unconditional love. Dee and AJ, best friends, thrown together by
circumstances beyond their control are up against their biggest challenge ever
– motherhood. Dee, mother of two adopted daughters, grew-up in a household
void of love. She struggles each day to juggle a career and a family that
desperately requires twenty-four hour attention, but she can’t assume a role
foreign to her. Raised in a household with an alcoholic father and an absentee
mother, Dee has no idea how to handle these girls who were placed into her life
by God to eliminate the loneliness created by a husband, her first love, who
betrayed her by living a life on the “down-low.”
AJ, her best friend and mother of one, is married to the man of her dreams. A
union that birthed a beautiful little boy struggles to survive. Born to a father
who thought she was put on earth to be his surrogate wife and a mother who sat
quietly by, ignoring the screams and cries for help that came from her bedroom
at night, AJ wants to love her son, but can’t because she doesn’t know how.
She reaches out to her husband for help, but he’s MIA due to situations beyond
his control.
In a role unfamiliar to them, life and experience will take them on a journey
that will lead them back to the place where it all started.
Their journey continues...
Paperback: 328 pages
Cover and Book Design: Borel Graphics 
Printed by: United Graphics, Inc.
Language: English
Genre: Fiction

ISBN: 978-0-9802176-2-9
Rating: No rating
Purchase Price: $18.99 
Website: http://dimartin01.books.officelive.com
 
Pre-orders are now being accepted. The novels will be shipped on Tuesday,
December 8, 2009.
 
Thanking you in advance for your continued support.




-Diane Martin (http://dimartin01.books.officelive.com)

Never What it Seems, Autumn Leaves, & Fallen Angel
& Never What it Seems II - A Mother's Love
"There's always time for a good book." 




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Schooled in Lies, the 4th book in the Kendra Clayton mystery series, is
available for preview on Scribed!

GED instructor Kendra Clayton’s high school days were nothing to brag
about. So she’s not too thrilled when on top of having to take a class
to renew her teaching certificate or be fired, she gets roped into
serving on her high school’s reunion committee.

Spending time with her former classmates is even less fun than having a
root canal. Then to make matters worse, Kendra and the other committee
members start receiving strange messages and having freak accidents.When
one of the accidents results in a death, Kendra is convinced it’smurder.
Unfortunately, neither the reunion committee nor the police take her
seriously.

To try and prevent another death—and to keep from worrying about all the
time her sweetie, Carl, has been spending with his
scheming ex-wife—Kendra digs into the lives of her fellow committee
members anduncovers enough secrets, lies, and betrayal to make her head
spin. When a second murder occurs, Kendra realizes she needs to watch
her
back in her search for the truth before a killer turns her into another
buried secret!

http://www.scribd.com/doc/23270933/Schooled-In-Lies


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Schooled in Lies, the 4th book in the Kendra Clayton mystery series, is
available for preview on Scribed!

GED instructor Kendra Clayton’s high school days were nothing to
bragabout. So she’s not too thrilled when on top of having to take a
classto renew her teaching certificate or be fired, she gets roped
intoserving on her high school’s reunion committee.
Spending time with her former classmates is even less fun than having
aroot canal. Then to make matters worse, Kendra and the other
committeemembers start receiving strange messages and having freak
accidents.When one of the accidents results in a death, Kendra is
convinced it’smurder. Unfortunately, neither the reunion committee nor
the policetake her seriously.
To try and prevent another death—and to keep from worrying about allthe
time her sweetie, Carl, has been spending with his
schemingex-wife—Kendra digs into the lives of her fellow committee
members anduncovers enough secrets, lies, and betrayal to make her head
spin. Whena second murder occurs, Kendra realizes she needs to watch her
back inher search for the truth before a killer turns her into another
buriedsecret.http://www.scribd.com/doc/23270933/Schooled-In-Lies
http://www.angelahenry.com










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Champagne, Jellybeans, and Chocolate:
 
Chapter One
 
The rapping on the window began again, startling him.
              “I said wake up!” The persistent tapping against
the driver’s side window of the Chevy Malibu woke Royce Tyler from his deep
sleep. It was the first night of decent rest he’d had in weeks.
              “Get out of here! What does this look like to you?
This is a park, not a campground.” The city maintenance worker frowned
heavily. His lip curled into a snarl as he banged his tight fist against the
foggy car window.
               “I’m moving, I’m moving,” Royce mumbled
while he adjusted the car seat to the proper upright position. He yawned wide
and with a swift wipe of the eyes, he fired the modest V-6 engine. Rough idle.
The well worn car needed a tune-up in the worst way.
               “I’m sick of you bums camping out here. I’ve
got your license plate number. I’ll report you,” the man said. A flurry of
foreign words followed as he pumped his fists in frustration and disgust.
              Royce kept his head away from making eye contact and
accelerated slowly out of the parking area. He passed the sign to his left that
read, Prospect Park.  Once the maintenance worker vanished from view the shame
set in. It rarely left. Shame had become his shadow that followed him
ubiquitously, similar to a younger brother. He’d been sleeping in his car for
over a month.
              At first he’d park in a 24-hour grocery store or a
deserted parking lot. But those places had sometimes grown too hectic, too
risky. Someone might see him sleeping there. They’d see all the crumpled
cardboard boxes and plastic bags he had overcrowding the dinged-up tan mid-sized
vehicle. They’d ask questions. He’d be forced to answer them and tell them
the truth. He was homeless.
* * *
              Paula Daniels rolled over in her king-size bed and
peeked at the alarm clock next to her. 7:30 already? She had an appointment
scheduled for 9:00 a.m. sharp downtown with a group of physicians from Mercy
Health Systems. The hospital had just been approved to carry out a brand new
research study in their oncology department. Being late for their appointment
would be no way to make a good impression with the busy staff.
             
              She’d exerted great effort to become the top
pharmaceutical sales representative for Form Tech Incorporated. The group of
potential clients meant a large commission and bonus. She hoped a lucrative
partnership between Form Tech and Mercy Health Systems would be facilitated.
              She hurried off to shower as her ivory colored 500
thread count sateen sheets were tossed into a heap at the foot of her cherry
wood sleigh bed. She took a few steps and glanced out her twenty-first story
window. The sunlight poured inside the room and woke her up like a pep talk. She
loved the expansive view. One of the many reasons she rented the one bedroom
luxury apartment. Paula yawned as she entered her Italian inspired bathroom.
              After a quick shower an outfit was selected from one
of the endless business suits that hung inside her walk-in cedar lined closet.
Once the plastic was detached from the all black ensemble she tossed it
hurriedly towards the floor. Paula dressed in record time and exited the
apartment. She turned and marched down the hallway. Time evaporated at an
alarming rate. The elevator ride downstairs seemed to last forever.
              A quick peek at her watch showed 8:25 a.m. as she
skipped out the high rise apartment buildings front door. She smiled at Harvey,
the buildings awkward doorman who salivated over her on a daily basis. Her
favorite coffee shop, Baby Bean, was one block east. If she hurried, she’d
have time to grab a tall caramel latte to enjoy on her six block cab ride north
to Mercy Health Systems Hospital.
* * *
              The thirty year old brown linoleum tile felt ice cold
as Royce changed into his dress socks inside the cramp bathroom booth. He
lowered the yellow tinted toilet seat and sat down to slip on his worn in coffee
brown Stacy Adams loafers. He zipped up the worn-in duffel bag after stuffing
the remainder of his garments inside. Royce stood and a sigh escaped from
within. The shame followed thereafter.
              As he exited the foul-smelling booth an elderly afro
wearing janitor with wrinkled copper skin entered the two-star downtown hotel
restroom to clean up before the morning rush. The Skyline Inn wasn’t known for
upscale clientele.  Most times, cheap skate visitors from out of town, or young
kids seeking a party would rent out a room at the family owned establishment.
              The janitor’s old face glared at him with
inquisitiveness as his eyes followed Royce’s hand clutching the duffel bag.
Royce moved past him and gave a polite nod while beginning to wash his hands.
Where else could he go to wash up and change?        
              The Skyline Inn was ideal. It was seldom crowded,
with an easily accessible bathroom, out of the front desks view. Perfect. He’d
tried washing and changing in other locations. This worked best and he’d taken
full advantage of its convenience for the past week. Friday had arrived and
sadly, two other days the same janitor spotted him in the restroom before nine
a.m. with the same tattered red duffel bag tucked under his arm.
              Royce dried his hands with a few paper towels and
took a final look in the smudgy mirror. The janitor kneeled down and promptly
began to attack the urinals, only pausing briefly to look over at Royce and
grunt. He followed the grunt with a laugh. Royce immediately ceased fussing with
his tie and walked out the door, head down. His clothes weren’t too wrinkled
considering their escape from a garment bag. He smoothed the front of his
jacket.
               Friday was the one day he’d been in anticipation
of all week. He’d applied for a sales position at Xpert Paper, a well known
paper and graphic arts supplier. The pay would be based on an average salary
plus commission.      
              Royce walked outside the hotel side door and
approached his car. He opened the door and shoved the duffel bag into the front
passenger seat. Driving a few blocks north he wheeled into a parking lot and
brought the car to a halt. He hopped out and scoped out the area, quickly
leaving the scene. Part of him felt horrible for parking at the hospital in a
spot designated for clergy. But the parking was free and at the moment that was
all that mattered.           
              The Xpert Paper office location sat a mere two blocks
away. He smoothed out his suit one last time and began the short commute.
Halfway down the block a taxicab pulled up to the sidewalk next to him. The mud
thrown from the cabs tires in the road nearly splashed against his light tan
suit. He jumped back to avoid the potential mess.
              An attractive leg stuck out from the back seat. The
leg was followed by a hand carrying a briefcase. Royce paused, and then followed
the leg up to the torso, all the way until he reached the angelic face of Paula
Daniels, his girlfriend from college.
              He gasped. She once owned his heart, along with a
trail of other men who reminisced over their brief time with her. He hadn’t
seen her in years.
               He never dreamed he’d see her like this; living
in a car, jobless, and stripped of all his confidence. But there she stood,
staring back at him with her same electrifying smile. She hadn’t changed a
bit. She’d only gotten better with time, aged like a fine wine. She closed the
cab door and approached him. He had nowhere to hide, and no way to explain.
              He was homeless.
 
Available for only  $12 w/ FREE SHIPPING!
 
Purchase at http://www.rltayloronline.com
or sign-up for a FREE 15 Chapter preview of Champagne, Jellybeans, and
Chocolate.
 
Also, listen to audio readings by RL Taylor of the first 3  Chapters by
clicking here

 
 




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Champagne, Jellybeans, and Chocolate:
 
Chapter One
 
The rapping on the window began again, startling him.
              “I said wake up!” The persistent tapping against
the driver’s side window of the Chevy Malibu woke Royce Tyler from his deep
sleep. It was the first night of decent rest he’d had in weeks.
              “Get out of here! What does this look like to you?
This is a park, not a campground.” The city maintenance worker frowned
heavily. His lip curled into a snarl as he banged his tight fist against the
foggy car window.
               “I’m moving, I’m moving,” Royce mumbled
while he adjusted the car seat to the proper upright position. He yawned wide
and with a swift wipe of the eyes, he fired the modest V-6 engine. Rough idle.
The well worn car needed a tune-up in the worst way.
               “I’m sick of you bums camping out here. I’ve
got your license plate number. I’ll report you,” the man said. A flurry of
foreign words followed as he pumped his fists in frustration and disgust.
              Royce kept his head away from making eye contact and
accelerated slowly out of the parking area. He passed the sign to his left that
read, Prospect Park.  Once the maintenance worker vanished from view the shame
set in. It rarely left. Shame had become his shadow that followed him
ubiquitously, similar to a younger brother. He’d been sleeping in his car for
over a month.
              At first he’d park in a 24-hour grocery store or a
deserted parking lot. But those places had sometimes grown too hectic, too
risky. Someone might see him sleeping there. They’d see all the crumpled
cardboard boxes and plastic bags he had overcrowding the dinged-up tan mid-sized
vehicle. They’d ask questions. He’d be forced to answer them and tell them
the truth. He was homeless.
* * *
              Paula Daniels rolled over in her king-size bed and
peeked at the alarm clock next to her. 7:30 already? She had an appointment
scheduled for 9:00 a.m. sharp downtown with a group of physicians from Mercy
Health Systems. The hospital had just been approved to carry out a brand new
research study in their oncology department. Being late for their appointment
would be no way to make a good impression with the busy staff.
             
              She’d exerted great effort to become the top
pharmaceutical sales representative for Form Tech Incorporated. The group of
potential clients meant a large commission and bonus. She hoped a lucrative
partnership between Form Tech and Mercy Health Systems would be facilitated.
              She hurried off to shower as her ivory colored 500
thread count sateen sheets were tossed into a heap at the foot of her cherry
wood sleigh bed. She took a few steps and glanced out her twenty-first story
window. The sunlight poured inside the room and woke her up like a pep talk. She
loved the expansive view. One of the many reasons she rented the one bedroom
luxury apartment. Paula yawned as she entered her Italian inspired bathroom.
              After a quick shower an outfit was selected from one
of the endless business suits that hung inside her walk-in cedar lined closet.
Once the plastic was detached from the all black ensemble she tossed it
hurriedly towards the floor. Paula dressed in record time and exited the
apartment. She turned and marched down the hallway. Time evaporated at an
alarming rate. The elevator ride downstairs seemed to last forever.
              A quick peek at her watch showed 8:25 a.m. as she
skipped out the high rise apartment buildings front door. She smiled at Harvey,
the buildings awkward doorman who salivated over her on a daily basis. Her
favorite coffee shop, Baby Bean, was one block east. If she hurried, she’d
have time to grab a tall caramel latte to enjoy on her six block cab ride north
to Mercy Health Systems Hospital.
* * *
              The thirty year old brown linoleum tile felt ice cold
as Royce changed into his dress socks inside the cramp bathroom booth. He
lowered the yellow tinted toilet seat and sat down to slip on his worn in coffee
brown Stacy Adams loafers. He zipped up the worn-in duffel bag after stuffing
the remainder of his garments inside. Royce stood and a sigh escaped from
within. The shame followed thereafter.
              As he exited the foul-smelling booth an elderly afro
wearing janitor with wrinkled copper skin entered the two-star downtown hotel
restroom to clean up before the morning rush. The Skyline Inn wasn’t known for
upscale clientele.  Most times, cheap skate visitors from out of town, or young
kids seeking a party would rent out a room at the family owned establishment.
              The janitor’s old face glared at him with
inquisitiveness as his eyes followed Royce’s hand clutching the duffel bag.
Royce moved past him and gave a polite nod while beginning to wash his hands.
Where else could he go to wash up and change?        
              The Skyline Inn was ideal. It was seldom crowded,
with an easily accessible bathroom, out of the front desks view. Perfect. He’d
tried washing and changing in other locations. This worked best and he’d taken
full advantage of its convenience for the past week. Friday had arrived and
sadly, two other days the same janitor spotted him in the restroom before nine
a.m. with the same tattered red duffel bag tucked under his arm.
              Royce dried his hands with a few paper towels and
took a final look in the smudgy mirror. The janitor kneeled down and promptly
began to attack the urinals, only pausing briefly to look over at Royce and
grunt. He followed the grunt with a laugh. Royce immediately ceased fussing with
his tie and walked out the door, head down. His clothes weren’t too wrinkled
considering their escape from a garment bag. He smoothed the front of his
jacket.
               Friday was the one day he’d been in anticipation
of all week. He’d applied for a sales position at Xpert Paper, a well known
paper and graphic arts supplier. The pay would be based on an average salary
plus commission.      
              Royce walked outside the hotel side door and
approached his car. He opened the door and shoved the duffel bag into the front
passenger seat. Driving a few blocks north he wheeled into a parking lot and
brought the car to a halt. He hopped out and scoped out the area, quickly
leaving the scene. Part of him felt horrible for parking at the hospital in a
spot designated for clergy. But the parking was free and at the moment that was
all that mattered.           
              The Xpert Paper office location sat a mere two blocks
away. He smoothed out his suit one last time and began the short commute.
Halfway down the block a taxicab pulled up to the sidewalk next to him. The mud
thrown from the cabs tires in the road nearly splashed against his light tan
suit. He jumped back to avoid the potential mess.
              An attractive leg stuck out from the back seat. The
leg was followed by a hand carrying a briefcase. Royce paused, and then followed
the leg up to the torso, all the way until he reached the angelic face of Paula
Daniels, his girlfriend from college.
              He gasped. She once owned his heart, along with a
trail of other men who reminisced over their brief time with her. He hadn’t
seen her in years.
               He never dreamed he’d see her like this; living
in a car, jobless, and stripped of all his confidence. But there she stood,
staring back at him with her same electrifying smile. She hadn’t changed a
bit. She’d only gotten better with time, aged like a fine wine. She closed the
cab door and approached him. He had nowhere to hide, and no way to explain.
              He was homeless.
 
Available for only  $12 w/ FREE SHIPPING!
 
Purchase at http://www/rltayloronline.com
or sign-up for a FREE 15 Chapter preview of Champagne, Jellybeans, and
Chocolate.
 
Also, listen to audio readings by RL Taylor of the first 3  Chapters by
clicking here

 
 
 




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Now You Wanna Come Back Virtual Party





 

 
Now You Wanna Come Back
Help us celebrate the release of newcomer Anna Blacks, novel Now You Wanna Come
Back on AAMBC Radio. There will be music, readings by Anna, food for thought,
and giveaways of books and holidays gifts. Callers and chat room attendees will
have the opportunity to ask Anna Black questions and win freebies.
When:  November 28, 2009 7:00 PM CST
Where: www.blogtalkradio. com/aambc
Call-in Number: 646-716-4093

              Watch Trailer Here 
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Authors, start thinking about your 2010 promotion schedule now!
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The literary world is feeling the crunch of the recession.
Book stores are closing.
Readers are buying more online.
People are picking up books as entertainment.
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Why wait to set up book signings when you can have your own literary event?
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When you have your own literary event, you benefit from:
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-Meeting one on one with the readers in an intimate setting,
-Eliminate the competition- when you do book signings, there are a ton of other
books there that the reader could purchase. If you have your own event, the
focus in on YOU!
-You walk away with your profits in hand! No need to wait for the book seller to
mail you a check for all of your hard work!
-The spotlight is on you and your work. Readers get a chance to meet with you,
ask questions, and enjoy a personalized experience with the author.
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Especially Yours Events is now booking events for 2010.
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Call Tamara for a consultation.
(770) 241-3365
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Let Especially Yours Events help you coordinate
Your Literary Event in Your Signature Style!
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www.eventsbyespeciallyyours.com
especiallyyoursevents@...
Tamara Angela Grant

Author
www.tamaraangelagrant.com
www.myspace.com/maraangel

Literary Coach
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The 1st Annual AAMBC Book Drive

This year marks the first ever Holiday Book Drive conducted by AAMBC. I for one
am excited as I have located two group homes in the San Antonio Metro Area. The
book drive is the spread the love for literature and to entertain those who are
less fortunate in a way they would have never imagined. I hope you choose to
donate. You may wonder why books not food, clothes, or money? Spreading
literature is something that can never be taken away from someone. So give out
the gift of reading. I have located two homes and here is some information about
each one

Seton Homes~ is a temporary resident for young teen mother’s ages 12-19 years
old. 90% of them have been physically abused and have become pregnant not by
choice. Others who have become pregnant have come to Seton Homes to learn how to
be a great mother. For this location I am looking for teen books, inspiring
books, and children’s books. Not to worry, if you are an author and your book
doesn’t fall into this category please consider purchasing a book and donating
it. PLEASE NO books with sexual content, rape, abuse, or torture. We must help
these young girls evolve and some of them can not read well because they left
school. Let’s help them make a turn around for the better.

Their website is http://www.setonhomesa.org/

San Antonio Family Endeavors ~ is a permanent home for men, women and children.
This home deals with some people who have had mental illness or a disability. We
hope that giving them something positive or entertaining will help bring a smile
to their Christmas holiday.

Their website is http://safamilyendeavors.org/

Please send in books that may fall into the following adventurous, inspiring,
children books, romance, and mystery.

Please do not send in books with large sexual content, murder, rape, torture,
profanity, and molestation.

Have questions please email us at events@...
Send books to,

email us for address

With book entry please include a synopsis of the book, genre, and contact
information.

BOOK DRIVE STARTS NOVEMBER 20-DECEMBER15. THANKS AGAIN IN ADVANCE FOR HELPING
OUT THIS HOLIDAY SEASON.





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 AAMBC is in the process of setting up books of the month for 2010. The
opportunity to get the month shwocase is a honor that can last all year long.
AAMBC was created in 2008 for the sole purpose of exposing new authors.  With
each and every season new features have been added to help add exposure to over
1200 AAMBC members. If you are intrested in having a showcase email us at
promotions@.... Want to know what the Author Program entails read
below;
 
30 Day Promo
Email Marketing
Feature Profile on AAMBC Site (averages 400 hits per month)
Video Commercial
Audio Commericals on AAMBC Radio
Interview on AAMBC Radio
Your Book Profile is sent to our Chapter Presidents for distribution
Priority Exposure at the Annual AAMBC National Conference
Automiatically entered in the runnng in Annual AAMBC Literary Awards
Opportunity to be Nominated as AAMBC Book of the Year
Your novel will be listed in our Book of the Month Directory for life
Several Discussions in our Yahoo and FaceBook Goups
Marketed Book Review
And much more…
Don’t wait till the last minute as AAMBC Book Promoitions close in on the 2010
Books of the Month List





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Kyus Philnesta has just released her debut novel, Because of Love.
 
In Kyus’ writing, it is her desire to awaken the moral consciousness of her
readers when they find themselves facing a moral dilemma and their heart is
wrapped up in pain.
 
Kyus has a saying that reflects her love of reading and writing:
The only thing better than being swept away by a great book is writing one! 
 
Take a moment to learn about her in an interview:
http://rltheauthor.blogspot.com
 
Leave a comment and be entered in a drawing for a FREE e-book!
 
 
 






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