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Where Fantasy and Love Take Flight: Guest Post from A. L. Jackson and G*veaway of Take This Regret - How to Avoid the Slush Pile

Where Fantasy and Love Take Flight: Guest Post from A. L. Jackson and G*veaway of Take This Regret - How to Avoid the Slush Pile

I thought this would be an excellent way to end my Sapphire Star Spectacular! A.L. Jackson transformed into a Princess right here on Ink in the Book! Here in this interview, A. L. offers SUPERB advice for staying out of the dreaded slushpile. Read it. And smile.

Thank you Nicole for this wonderful guest post. I loved reading it!

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  1. It was a laugh that came from the tip of his toes, gaining force and soul as it traveled through his body and out into the world in mirthful bursts. There wasn't anything fake about it; it was an amusement park of a laugh, and when it appeared, you wanted to jump on board.
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