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My name is Elle and I am a debut author. My first book, Dark Touch, will be releasing at the end of this year. It is book one of the Glass Star Trilogy. 

Books are so much more to me than mere stories. I believe that they are vitally important. Books entertain. They expand the imagination. They introduce us to incredible characters and new places. And they provide a refuge for minds and souls that need an escape. 

I see them as beacons of light that continuously shine in a world that can sometimes seem dim and bleak. They are dear to me. Books are apart of my heart and soul. And it is the greatest honor to be published. 

It is a privilege to create a new world for readers to enjoy. It is something that I do not take lightly. The love that a reader has for a book, that bond to characters and a story...damn, it's so special. As a long time reader, I understand. I know that feeling. And I promise that your imagination is in good hands. 

Thank you for visiting my author site. I'm looking forward to taking this journey with you!

Warmly,
Elle Lewis

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