Mack 'n' Me: Origins in the Kobo US/Canada Science Fiction & Fantasy Sale

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First in series, Mack 'n' Me: Origins has been accepted as part of  Kobo's Science Fiction & Fantasy sale in CANADA and the UNITED STATES ONLY, and will be on sale until March 30th, 2021. If you're a Kobo reader living in the United States or Canada, and haven't had a chance to pick it up, yet, then you can find it here. 

What's it About?

Mack 'n' Me: Origins is the first book in the Mack 'n' Me 'n' Odyssey series, and details Cutter's first foray into space and further adventure:

I ran away from home to find a better life—not be forced into one. You can call me picky, but a girl likes to be asked if she wants to work for you, not coerced—and Odyssey should know better. Now, I have to find a way to kick free—of Odyssey, and my trainer, Mack—without getting myself killed. Surviving the mission is just the first step. Getting out from under, that’s gonna take some doing.

NOTE: The main character swears like a sailor, and the support cast aren’t much better. If swears bother you, then this story may not be to your taste.

Where Can I Find it On Sale?

From now until March 30th, 2021, you can find Mack 'n' Me: Origins on sale at Kobo in their US & CANADA ONLY Science Fiction & Fantasy Sale HERE: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/p/science-fiction-fantasy

 


 

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