February 20, 2010

CONGRATULATIONS ARE IN ORDER

Bookplate_Special.sm2 We're busting with pride to announce BOOKPLATE SPECIAL, by our own Lorraine Bartlett, also known as LORNA BARRETT, has been nominated for an Agatha Award for Best Novel of 2009.

Way to go, Lorraine/Lorna!

The awards will be announced on May 1st at the Malice Domestic conference banquet.

We've got our fingers crossed!

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Feb 20, 2010 4:17:25 PM | Proudly Presenting

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Annette

Congratulations and good luck Lorraine. I love this series.

Posted by: Annette | February 21, 2010 at 10:20 AM

Judy S.

Congratulations, Lorraine! This is a great series and you deserve the honors!

Posted by: Judy S. | February 22, 2010 at 07:14 PM

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