After the Tissue Box, Part 2

A good-looking guy with fluffy gray hair and an honest face rolls up to you in his wheelchair. “Are you a reader?” he asks.

Brace yourself! The guy in the chair is my husband, David, and he’s primed to tell you about my book. He’ll give you a brief résumé of the plot, then suggest that you whip out your phone and place an immediate order—Kindle or print version—with Amazon. After all, anyone who likes to read shouldn’t miss out on the pleasure and privilege of curling up with “Safe” by Jill Case Brown.

Right. No wonder I love this guy!

This makes for a fun partnership. I hate tooting my own horn, but David loves doing it for me. And I will say that “Safe” truly is a good story. The protagonist is a 16-year-old boy, so the novel is officially YA (Young Adult), but I’ve come up with a new genre that I think fits it better. YAHA, or Young-At-Heart Adult. How about that?

I have more to say about the significance of this post. But for now, all you need to know is that the story is out there for anyone who wants to read it. If you’re actually on my blog, you can click on the photo of the book cover. Otherwise, click on this: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss/192-0129744-7766374?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=jill+case+brown

Wow, that’s a big, ugly mess. But it should work.

If it doesn’t, just go to Amazon books and type in Jill Case Brown Safe. That might take you to someone who sells backpacks, but eventually you’ll get there.

If not, just wait for the guy in the wheelchair to roll up.

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