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Is the Big Saga Book Dead?

A lot goes on at the borders in our country. A LOT. Have you watched Border Wars? That is some crazy stuff. I'm not going to get into the politics of any of it. And, I read Don Winslow's book SAVAGES, which I thought was a good read and pretty damn realistic. I also thought his style of writing was interesting.

Like Winslow, I have written a book with THE CARTEL theme, but it's quite a bit different from SAVAGES. THE CARTEL is a saga that begins in 1969. It's all about betrayals, relationships, and the drama that occurs in most families. This is a big book, and I have always been hopeful it would be one of those books that would reach a wide audience. It's been out for some time and it has a slow growth. I think that sagas don't have the appeal they once did back in the day. remember THE GODFATHER, THE THORNBIRDS? My parents devoured those books. I read them, too, as I got older and fell in love with those full type of stories.

In hopes of starting a resurgence back to big saga (they do say that everything comes back around), I am offering this book on Kindle for only .99. The book gets great reviews and it'll stick with you (I think).

Anyone here that passes the word on (because books still sell through word of mouth), let me know, and I will gift you a copy of DADDY'S HOME., which is my #1 bestseller.All you have to do is e-mail me at michele@michelescott.com, let me know what e-mail to gift the book to, and write THE CARTEL in the subject line. Easy.

Here is where you can find some information about the book and read an excerpt: http://michelescott.com/books/the-cartel/

I would love to know if you read sagas? Would you read a saga? Or, in your opinion, is the Big Sagaish book just plain dead?

Thank You!

Cheers,
Michele

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