Authors Electric giveaway still goes on...

By Roz Morris aka @Roz_Morris . Blog: Nail Your Novel -
World Book Night may now be over, but our giveaway hasn't quite disappeared. Follow this link  for more than a dozen free books by Authors Electric. But hurry - it won't last for ever...

And now here's Simon Cheshire with his post for today.

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