The Last Book Party!!

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Don’t miss my last U.S. book signing for a while! I love my book parties, but I am turning my attention to finishing all my new projects!
I hope you will come celebrate with me!
Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.

Welcome to my World.

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