Break out the champagne

Five days and counting to the launch of "Daughter of York"! It is such a thrill to walk into my local bookstore, where the celebration will be, and see copies of the book prominently displayed. Then I go on tour for two and a half weeks. Check out my website to check if I'll be visiting near you ... I would love to meet you!

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