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My Copy of the Book Year Published: 2017 Genre: Non Fiction; Self-Help; Spirituality Blurb: The Japanese have an old saying: “If you see Buddha on the road, kill him.” It’s a reminder we all take our own path to enlightenment—a lesson the modern spirituality marketplace has conveniently forgotten. Modern spirituality is big business, with gurus, shamans, spiritualists, and others plugging feel-good phrases and recycled, simplistic ideas. The marketplace holds out the promise of a trouble-free life, paradigm-changing insights, and simplified secrets of enlightenment—all for a modest fee, of course. Harry Meier has traveled through the morass of modern spirituality for forty years—and killed his share of Buddhas along the way. Meier argues the industry sells spiritual junk food that is designed to make you feel good but ultimately lacks any real nourishment. To truly advance, Meier believes we must abandon the pleasant but unhelpful comfort zone of mass-market spir...

Book Cover Year Published: 2019 Genre: Chick Lit with a lot of humor Blurb: LONDON: Four sisters swipe left on everything they hate, one cocktail at a time.  Louise dreams of an exotic lifestyle, miles away from Hackney. Nick comes along. Famous, fit, funny and filthy rich. Louise will stop at nothing to seduce him.  Louise will fake it till she makes it. All the way to the ka-ching bling ring.  But the little white lies soon snowball into a mountain Louise’s Louboutins can’t climb.  Jess juggles work, two babies, a cheating husband and nannies from hell.  Carla goes on a bender, and wakes up next to her young assistant. Freddie. Emily is getting over her cheating ex by throwing herself into the dating scene.  When work, dating and proposals all go wrong, the four sisters’ friendship is their only lifeline. About the Author: Linh is Vietnamese. She was born and grew up in France. After college, she moved to Southern Ca...

My Copy of the Book Year Published: 2019 Genre: Paranormal Blurb: Gmok Witchmauler wants to be a mage. But goblins are too stupid to be sorcerers. Or are they? "For f*ck's sake," groaned the old goblin. "Am I really going to die like this?" Gmok was hopelessly trapped inside the smothering darkness of his own Goblin Silver safe. The airtight lock-box was a miniature tomb made of the nearly indestructible and rare magical metal. Black Annis, that beautiful little treacherous witch, had spellbound Gmok and commanded him to climb inside the safe. She'd also robbed him of his entire life savings then she’d left him alone to suffocate and rot. A fortune in exotic and enchanted jewelry had been so easily taken from the goblin and he’d never even put up a fight. How could he? His weak and foolish mind had been manipulated by her powerful sorcery. If only he were a mage himself then maybe he could've resisted the witch's spell. This is a...