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Reveal A Cover and Something More

This picture is not the cover that you came to see. It's the fake picture so that the thumbnail wouldn't ruin the surprise.



Most of you are here because of that social media giant that rhymes with "lace hook" and that's totally cool. Some of you found your way here via my Amazon Author page.

(long pause)...sorry...it's still cool to me to be able to say that.

And still others found your way here by some means both mystical or magical. Perhaps both.

Regardless, you have arrived on a very special day.

Some of you know that my very near and dear friend, Monica Corwin writes books.  She is an amazing author and an even better friend.

I agreed to participate in a cover reveal for a book that she has coming out in 2018.  The book is called Make Me Forget.

Here's a quick hit of the particulars before I get too far in to revealing the cover (and maybe a little more).

Make Me Forget
Monica Corwin
Publication date: February 1st 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
He makes me burn. He makes me ache. He makes me forget.
Since grade school Murphy Wilcox and I fought incessantly. But one drunk night before my last military deployment changed everything. At least that is what he tells me. Along with the hundreds of scorching hot emails we shared 
Fast forward four years and Murphy is the only connection I have to my past. The only connection I have to the woman I used to be. Amnesia is a bitch but apparently so was I.

So, there is the crux of it.

From Monica, "Make Me Forget is a dark romance, with a HEA, that touches on PTSD, mental health, and suicide. Follow Mara as she tries to learn who she really is."

I know, I've kept you waiting long enough. I'm a big ole tease. I'd apologize (but I kinda of think you like it, too).

drum roll....



You may forget a lot, but you probably won't forget that cover any time soon! Right?? I know.

I have read the first three chapters Thank you, Radish app!!and I have to say that I'm hooked. Seriously.  Hooked. I cannot wait for this book to come out!

But I'm going to let you in on something that is even cooler to me than being so stuck on a book that I can't wait for its release.

It's this. 10% of the sales of this book will be donated to the International Society for Traumatic Stress Studies in an effort to get those in need more help.

Coming from a family of veterans, it's things like this that make me happy to share and promote this book.

Speaking of promotion, here's some more information you're going to need if you want to get your hands on more than just the cover of this book (and trust me,  you do).

Choose your favorite online book vendor and pre-order now!



Author Bio:
Monica Corwin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author. She is an outspoken writer attempting to make romance accessible to everyone, no matter their preferences. 
As a Northern Ohioian, Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and a dislike of Michigan football. 
Monica owns more books about King Arthur than should be strictly necessary. Also typewriters...lots and lots of typewriters.
And there you have it.
Another awesome story coming out by an amazing author.

Until next time my friends, have an awesome evening and thank you for letting me bend your ear!

-AT

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