Book Giveaways in May

The Wallace family has had a lot to celebrate this month. Not only Emily & Chris' wedding, but David & I are celebrating 37 years of marriage on May 15. What better way to be thankful than to give back to my readers?

On May 31, three winners will be drawn. To enter, become a follower of this blog or "like" my FaceBook author page. If you do both, you'll have two chances to win. A copy of Family Matters, The Time Under Heaven, and Gardens of the Heart will be given away.

You can check out all three books on Amazon.You'll find descriptions and reviews. If you're looking for summer reading or a gift, take advantage of the May discounts at my e-store on all three books. The discount codes and links are below.

Family Matters - $1.00 off by using discount code LP6VZNF7
E-Store Link: https://tsw.createspace.com/title/4199607

The Time Under Heaven - 50 cents off by using discount code RYX9GUHQ
E-Store Link: https://tsw.createspace.com/title/3826464

Gardens of the Heart - $1.50 off by using discount code AWHMZXEX
E-Store Link: https://tsw.createspace.com/title/3966822

Family Matters is available for Kindle. E-books for the The Time Under Heaven are available for Kindle through Amazon and all other devices through Smashwords - www.smashwords.com.

I also invite you to stop by my new website at www.laurindawallace.weebly.com. My schedule and book news will be updated regularly.

For those who've read any of these books, please consider writing a review on Amazon. More reviews are always welcome.

Thanks so much readers! And...the next Gracie Andersen mystery, By the Book will be coming out in early 2014. Stay tuned.

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