IN BOOKSTORES NOW

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Hello Good People,

 Flashes of Vice: Vol II is now available in bookstores in Nakuru, Kenya. 

 It is Available at Ereto Bookshop, Nakuru, retailing at Ksh.350 and my living room/mobile bookstore to get your copy today, either paperback (Ksh.350 in Nakuru, Ksh.350 + 200 shipping from the rest of Kenya) or E-book edition at Ksh.150.

 Go grab yourself a copy and enjoy the best of bold, daring, and thrilling flash fiction stories.

 Contact me at +254 718 429 184 or vincentdepaul@poeticjustnes.com to purchase from my living room bookstore the paperback copy or E-book;

 Or

 Contact Mirriam Makau +254 718 621 014 to buy. 

 I have a Book Signing Event today in Nakuru from 4:00 p.m at Tumaini Jitegemea High School
Regards,

Vincent de Paul.

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