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Dear Reader,

I have some exciting news to share: I've launched my very first website. Though it's still somewhat under construction - waiting on support to sort out a few kinks - I'm really happy to share this exciting news with you. 

In a nutshell, The Cheeky Poet is a platform that will serve as my go-to contact site but also as a platform for a portfolio of sorts. My ultimate goal is to attract interest in my work by creating more of a professional presence online. Feel free to visit the site and let me know what you think. I am also in the process of adding exclusive content to my Patreon site in an attempt to raise funds for professional book editing. I have two books with word counts of 80,000 per manuscript and I need help. Feel free to pledge if you feel inclined to do so. 

Patreon is a member ship platform that provides business tools for creators to run a subscription content service. It allows creators and artists to earn a monthly income by providing exclusive rewards and perks to their subscribers, or "patrons". These monthly contributions will enable me to create quality content for my cheeky website, compose poetry on a frequent basis, and provide me with the funds needed to solicit the services of an editor to polish BLOODBIRD, an urban fantasy for adults, and SUPERNOVA, a paranormal romance for young adults. 

In the meantime, please follow me on Twitter if you haven't already done so. It's free. 
 
Thank you, dear reader, for following me over the years. Onward and upward to new things and I'm excited to announce the results of my new endevour.  

See you soon.

EL


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