Selling Soap ... I Mean, Fiction

 

I sometimes forget I need to sell the soap every now and then, so here's some soap. Not really--actually, there's a little sex in this novel, so it might be the opposite of soap.


When hitting a deer leaves her stranded in rural Michigan, Kirsten Veiss signs on as an air personality for the maddening, and sexy, Aaron Debolt. It might be love, eventually—unless Kirsten is the one sabotaging Aaron’s radio station.

 


 Remember, every time you buy a book a librarian has a good dream. Keep the librarians happy.

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