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The Sword of France

   Good morning, everyone. Just a quick note to announce a new short story I have placed on Smashwords. The ebook will also be on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and the other outlets over the next few days.
     The title is The Sword of France and it is the second book in the series about the sexy, French spy named Andrea. In this story, I delve into the origin of the assassin; how spymaster Jean LaCross plucked her from the mean streets of Marseille and trained her to be the blunt instrument that France needed.
     Nicknamed the spider, Andrea wears a ring which bears the image of a spider with a sword on its back. With this odd piece of jewelry, she marks her victims on the forehead.
    Be advised, this book has adult content and language. It is about 8500 words and is fast-paced, action-packed and I hope, enjoyable. Here's the place to see it. http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/377118
P.S. By the way, an added note about the heroine, Andrea. She is a direct descendant of the old west gunfighter of my western series, Cedric Gant. (Notch 1-9). Late in that series, Cedric rescued a Nun who was estranged from God and had given up her ministry due to a crisis of faith. She and Cedric were due to be married when she returned to Colorado from France. Unknown to the great gunman, she bore a child while in France. His child. A descendant of that child, in modern times, is Andrea.
    Actually, all my books, and all the series, tie together sooner or later. For instance, in Climber's Reward, the hero comes to the aid of a young Indian man that is featured in KGB Retirement System.
I'm CE Wills.

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