My First Indie Author Event in San Francisco! SFINE

I am so excited to tell you all about my first ever "indie" author's event, SFINE! I am going to be at the Sheraton at Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco on Saturday, June 15th from 12-4pm. OMG, can I just say I am so excited to be invited to such an amazing event! Colleen Hoover, Nyrae Dawn, Steph Campbell, and Jillian Dodd just to name a few of the 30 authors that will be there, with me! I can't wait to rub elbows with some truly talented writers!

Hey, but wait! Did I mention you're invited! Just go to the website,www.sfine.net and register (it's free). Then, come on down! I'd  love to meet some of my amazing Northern California readers and sign your books! If you don't have a copy of Wilson 1 or 2, don't worry, click HERE, scroll through to the last page and order a copy or two!

It has been an amazing time in my life and I can't wait to share it with all of you!

With Love,

Gretchen 

300 LIKES ON FACEBOOK!

300 LIKES ON FACEBOOK! 

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS...

***WILSON MOONEY #3  SPOILER ALERT***

If you would rather stay in the dark, by all means shield your eyes, turn away and stay at the door, yet again. But if you just have to have some type of resolve, then click 

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Thanks to all who LIKED the Wilson Mooney Facebook Page. If you haven't...well, you might just be missing out!

 

 

300 LIKES ON FACEBOOK = SNEAK PEEK WM#3

Woo Hoo, Wilson Mooney's Facebook Page has reached 229 LIKES. When it reaches 300 LIKES, I will give you a sneak peek from the 3rd book, Wilson Mooney, Beyond Eighteen! If you don't have FB, find a friend that has it and make sure they LIKE the Wilson Mooney Series Facebook Page and when it reaches 300...you'll get a little something, something to help pass the time before the book is released. Check out the link below...

https://www.facebook.com/wilsonmooneytheseries

Wilson Mooney, Eighteen at Last Teaser...

Alright ladies, here's a little bite for ya...

"Max glared at the floor for a postponed moment. His eyes slowly raked up my body. My skin burned and my vision blurred as my heartbeat bruised my lungs. It was agonizing to watch him take me in inch by inch. His expression tortured; his lips pulled in a severe line; his shoulders rounded like the whole world was dumped heavy across them. He opened his mouth and his nostrils flared as he began to speak words that must have caught somewhere between his heart and the back of his throat."

(Wilson Mooney, Eighteen at Last~2012)