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I'm Newest Fan of Don Scribner! Author of Who Killed Love? Review Tomorrow on BRH! Now Check Out His Many Faces!

I don't do it often--maybe two or three times since I've been reviewing books! That's not bad, is it? I had just finished reading Who Killed Love? and decided I loved this guy! Throughout the book he talked about being older than the woman he was in love with... So I figured that he wouldn't mind an older woman falling for him! Hey! Fair is Fair! Just this week I had picked Richard Boone--you know, the guy who played Paladin-- to play an actor taking the part of being an author... Well, when I checked out this picture, up and close, I decided verrrry definitely that Don wouldn't need anybody to play the part! Right?? Now, here's how Don won my heart... First, he sent a personal thank you note to me when his book came. I've never received a thank-you personalized note from any other man... Second, he signed the book... Now, those are just two things that got my professional attention... But then, I started to read.... You se

Norman Filler Presents The Phantom Lover - Direct from Malawi... Well...At least in Fantasy!

"At that moment, Eve was lying naked on David’s bed,   stoned nearly to unconsciousness.   Beside her, David, equally naked and completely unconscious, snored and drooled.   By the bed, the dishes from last night’s meal were covered with a black and heaving layer of ants, feasting on the congealed fat and scraps of food.   Two tumblers were near the plates. One had tipped over and spilled the last of the whisky that had once filled it on the sheepskin rug.   The other was half-filled with urine, having been as far as David had managed to stagger when he felt the need. Damp yellowish stains in the fur around it gave testimony of the unsteadiness of his hand when he tried to aim the flow.   Their discarded clothes were scattered around the room along with those discarded on earlier occasions.   The room stank of rotting food and unwashed clothes and bodies. They’d scarcely left it for a week.  "David had returned home to Lujeri Estate from his school in England ten days