{"id":309421,"date":"2025-08-01T14:04:15","date_gmt":"2025-08-01T14:04:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/309421\/"},"modified":"2025-08-01T14:04:15","modified_gmt":"2025-08-01T14:04:15","slug":"read-rebecca-robinsons-the-wicked-and-the-damned-excerpt-see-cover-reveal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/309421\/","title":{"rendered":"Read Rebecca Robinson’s \u2018The Wicked and the Damned\u2019 Excerpt, See Cover Reveal"},"content":{"rendered":"

Rebecca Robinson’s The Serpent and the Wolf brought us to the wild world of the Dark Inheritance Trilogy as Vaasa and Reid got together and were torn apart. But that wasn’t the end of their story. Now the author is back with the second book in the series that throws us back in the middle of the chaos as these lovers try to find each other again against all of the odds.<\/p>\n

Cosmopolitan has an exclusive first look at Rebecca Robinson’s <\/a>The Wicked and the Damne<\/a>d, which is set to be released on February 24, 2026. Vaasa is being thrown back to Asterya and there is a bigger plan unfolding that can change the empire forever. Meanwhile, Reid will stop at nothing to get his wife back in his arms. With war and power all on edge, how far will these lovers go to return back to each other? Here’s some more info from our friends at Saga Press<\/a>:<\/p>\n

In the exhilarating second romantasy novel in Rebecca Robinson\u2019s Dark Inheritance Trilogy, a fiery couple forced apart must navigate a deadly maze of politics and power to reunite across a continent at war.<\/strong><\/strong>Torn from her husband Reid\u2019s arms and dragged back to her homeland in chains, Vaasa is no longer a ruler, but a political pawn. Now under the control of Ozik\u2014a cunning Zetyr witch with a stranglehold on her magic\u2014she faces annulment, forced betrothal, and a kingdom that no longer feels like her own. As Ozik\u2019s machinations aim to install himself as the true power behind the Asteryan throne, Vaasa is forced to take part in his game.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, across the continent, Reid is done playing politics. But waging war is never simple, and a soldier\u2019s fury cannot stand up against Icruria\u2019s bureaucracy. With allies fading and time slipping away, Reid may have no choice but to infiltrate Asterya on his own to find the woman he loves and bring her home.
<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

And if you thought the cover for the first book was stunning, wait until you see the cover designed by Alan Dingman<\/a> which also features sprayed edges that you’re definitely going to want on your shelf.<\/p>\n

\"rebecca<\/p>\n

Saga Press<\/p>\n

\"rebecca<\/p>\n

Saga Press<\/p>\n

Oh, but we couldn’t just leave you with that. Check out an exclusive excerpt below that drops us right back into the story and shows us what happened to Vaasa. Just make sure to pre-order The Wicked and the Damned<\/a> so you can find out how it all comes together!<\/p>\n

An Excerpt From <\/strong>The Wicked and the Damned
<\/strong>By Rebecca Robinson<\/strong><\/p>\n

They loaded Vaasa onto the Asteryan vessel, nothing like the fortified transfer boats built for the sole purpose of towing prisoners to and from. This was decorative, elegant\u2014meant for a show. She sat in an enclosed glass cabin, windows wrapping around the entirety of their space and revealing the oncoming city. A boat like this was never meant for long journeys; it was one her father had commissioned, only ever used to sail around the Iron Bay for show. Waves rocked them as they crossed the water in silence. Vaasa pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, silently grateful for the warmth. Ozik sat at a bolted-down wooden table, hands intertwined atop it. Vaasa watched him from where she stood, her back pressed against the single wooden wall.<\/p>\n

They were entirely alone.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy am I alive?\u201d she asked plainly, her voice barely loud enough to carry across the cabin. Away from Vlacik and the other prying ears, Vaasa wondered if she would finally get something real from Ozik. He was brilliant in front of a crowd, entirely convincing of whatever story he wanted to spin.<\/p>\n

Ozik cocked his head, his brows threading together. \u201cYou are the last remaining Koz\u00e1r, Vaasalisa. By law, you are to be our empress.\u201d<\/p>\n

Disbelief wove through her nerves. For six weeks, she had been in that cell, certain that if Ozik wanted her dead, he\u2019d have killed her already. She never would\u2019ve guessed this was the reason. \u201cYou murdered my father for his throne and his wife, and now you want to place me upon it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ozik crossed his arms and leaned back, resting against the bench. \u201cI killed your father because he was a vindictive fool who took fifteen years to realize his wife was in love with someone else. He could conquer a continent but he couldn\u2019t smell the things right under his nose, and that is what happens when someone fails to mind the four walls of their home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fifteen years. Ozik had been having an affair with Vaasa\u2019s mother for fifteen years? \u201cI thought you made a bargain with my mother to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said we made a trade. You must begin listening closely to words; they matter. I did not need to be convinced to kill your father. But your mother and I had a thousand bargains, Vaasalisa. And she broke one. I hope you do not make the same mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you need her magic the way you need mine?\u201d Vaasa asked bluntly.<\/p>\n

Ozik seemed to ruminate on her words for a moment. He ran his tongue along his front teeth, looking smug but impressed. \u201cMost of the nobles have denied invitations since your brother\u2019s death was announced.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou aren\u2019t going to answer my question?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou haven\u2019t earned an answer yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa grunted, her body aching as the ship tilted and she tried to remain upright.<\/p>\n

\u201cCourt has not been held since Dominik left for Icruria,\u201d Ozik continued, ignoring her inquiry about her mother.<\/p>\n

What mattered was the direction the soldiers pointed their steel\u2014and steel was only an extension of coin. So while the fortress itself had a robust system of guards and the city a coordinated force, the throne had no army without Asterya\u2019s nobles. If Ozik didn\u2019t have the support of the upper echelon, then he had nothing at all. Likely, they were all lying in wait, wondering if one of them could make a viable claim for the throne.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is because you are not a Koz\u00e1r,\u201d Vaasa finally said.<\/p>\n

Ozik chuckled. \u201cObviously. But their empress has returned. All will go back to the way it\u2019s meant to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa crossed her arms. \u201cA woman has never taken the throne in Asterya.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither has a witch. Yet you and I are the only people still standing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo they know what you are?\u201d she dared ask.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly as much as they know what you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clearly, Lord Vlacik did, and members of the clergy. How much had her own father known? Whispers of magic had always spread about Icruria alongside its reputation for unflinching brutality, but since no one made it alive past Wrultho or Hazut, the only source of information Asteryans had was their own church. According to the Asteryan clergy, witches were agents of the devil. Vaasa\u2019s own father had claimed to be a god-fearing man, had bowed his head in prayer and worked in tandem with the Asteryan clergy. Yet it was possible everything her father had conquered had been the result of bargains made with the man sitting at the table before her. Of the very magic he had claimed to despise.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs the archbishop in support of the experiments Lord Vlacik conducts?\u201d Vaasa asked.<\/p>\n

Ozik scoffed. \u201cIf the archbishop knew half of what happened in this city, he would burst into flames.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mek\u00ebs was the center jewel of a bloody crown. While her father had made the city seem one of pure grandeur, Vaasa knew the maker of most livelihoods lay in the seedy underbelly of an empire\u2014the city\u2019s slums, brothels, and gambling houses were always full, even if the streets seemed clean. Vaasa shifted her weight, her legs still weary beneath her. \u201cSo if you reveal what we are, they will hunt us down for it. The clergy will make examples of us both.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe worst part about being an emperor is that everyone knows you are an emperor,\u201d Ozik agreed.<\/p>\n

Frowning, Vaasa realized what he intended to use her for. Her eyes flicked to the approaching city, all sparkling granite and sharp iron. \u201cYou\u2019re going to make me a figurehead. That\u2019s what you did to my father, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ozik chuckled. \u201cIt\u2019s truly a relief to be back in the presence of someone worth partnering with. Your brother had half your potential.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frustration curled in her stomach at the mention of her late brother. Thoughts of Dominik washed over her, and Vaasa tried to shake the image of his severed head in her hand. She looked back to Ozik. \u201cThe nobility will never agree. If you place me on the throne, you\u2019re handing Asterya to the Icrurians. That\u2019s the law.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ozik shook his head. \u201cThe archbishop has already signed and delivered the dissolution. You are no longer married to Reid of Icruria.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa froze. She hadn\u2019t been prepared for what the sound of Reid\u2019s name would do to her. What it would be like to hear an entire nation attached to him now\u2014no longer of Mireh, but of Icruria.<\/p>\n

He had been elected Headman.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d she managed through her tight throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe breached his side of the marriage agreement when he attacked Asterya.\u201d Ozik spoke as if it were obvious.<\/p>\n

A wicked pulse skipped in her chest. Reid had attacked the border. Ice threaded in Vaasa\u2019s tone. \u201cWho gave you such authority?\u201d Any moment she let herself think of Reid, the wider the pit in her stomach grew. She felt it deep in her bones; there was no piece of paper that could nullify the choice she had made to be his wife, even if it had taken her longer than it should have to decide such a thing. Still, Ozik wouldn\u2019t tell her this information unless he wanted her to know it.<\/p>\n

They were at war. Ozik had used Reid\u2019s aggression to his advantage. But it also meant Reid had crossed the border. Was he coming for her? Could he even survive a full-scale invasion of Asterya?<\/p>\n

Confidence rode the upturn of Ozik\u2019s lips. \u201cThe thing about authority is that it cannot be given. Only taken.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYet you do not take it. You plan to hide behind me,\u201d Vaasa countered.<\/p>\n

\u201cA future that is better than any of the options you previously had. Your father would have sold you off, your brother would have murdered you, and that Icrurian would have cast you aside the moment he got his hands on your throne.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re wrong,\u201d Vaasa snapped, her harsh Asteryan consonants making her sound so much like her father. \u201cIt\u2019s bold of you to quote the authority of an archbishop who worships a singular, fictitious god while you sit there with my magic running through your veins.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ozik\u2019s smile only widened at her show of anger. \u201cBelievers give deities their power, not the other way around.\u201d<\/p>\n

With this legal dissolution, Ozik himself was free to marry her; politically, it made the most sense. If he wanted to assure his own rise to the Asteryan throne, he would silence any naysayers if he invoked a law that already existed. \u201cIf marrying you is your suggestion, I will die first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ozik\u2019s nose scrunched in disgust and he shook his head, his white hair brushing his shoulders. \u201cI helped raise you, Vaasalisa. There are certain evils I would never think to commit. You will have a choice. The lords will come, and we will remind them that you are the only legitimate path to the throne, and you will pick. Which useless son can we most easily bring to heel?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her arms went rigid at her sides. Resentment washed over her at this box she had been relegated to. \u201cYou\u2019re going to marry me off? Again?\u201d Once more, then, she was to be nothing but a political pawn for the Koz\u00e1r name.<\/p>\n

Ozik shook his head in frustration, his jaw tightening. \u201cYou see the world as a chain of events that have happened to you. It\u2019s time you start looking at those events as opportunities.\u201d<\/p>\n

She glared at him, her untamable anger rising to the surface even though she could hardly breathe. The audacity of him, to claim her subjugation as a gift.<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t do this,\u201d Vaasa said.<\/p>\n

Ozik raised a brow. \u201cPerhaps you would rather marry Lord Vlacik? He\u2019s kindly submitted himself as an option.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa involuntarily pressed herself into the wall behind her. Her voice dropped to a croak. \u201cHow dare you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s the last living inheritor of his title,\u201d Ozik said. \u201cAnd given that his first wife died before they could have children, you two could be of great use to each other.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa sealed her lips in an attempt to fight off the bile rising in her throat. She worried her legs might give out beneath her. In silence, they passed in front of the city, no doubt gathering the attention of anyone at the port, especially as their boat sailed into one of the largest public docks.<\/p>\n

Ozik stood from the table with grace, his white cloak falling over his shoulders. \u201cThe archbishop is waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa tightened her jaw. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ozik crossed the cabin to stand in front of her. \u201cWith your marriage to Reid and the subsequent trade of salt, the floodgate between nations was opened. Along that trade route, the secrets of Western Icruria spread through both nations. You did far too good of a job convincing the Icrurians of your power, Vaasalisa. Now, everyone in this city believes you\u2019re a witch. It is your job to convince them you aren\u2019t. To convince them it was Reid who cursed you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa gaped at him. \u201cI won\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Wretched pain tore through her abdomen, and Vaasa gasped. Through the blur of her vision and the tearing deep in her body, she stumbled forward, but Ozik used his free hand to hold her steady. That singular, tangled cord in her body pulled her up as if she were a puppet on strings. Vaasa choked down a sob of pain.<\/p>\n

\u201cWith our bargain, I do not need any other access point to magic. I own your power. With you as a source, my abilities can be called upon whenever I want.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa grit her teeth until hurt threaded her jaw. That meant escape was impossible\u2014she couldn\u2019t outfight a witch who wielded her own power.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck. You.\u201d<\/p>\n

The burning ceased. Disdain coiled across his mouth. \u201cIf we\u2019re to have a chance, you must be willing to work with me. In time, you will understand that everything I am doing has a purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa took a breath. Ozik needed more than just her magic. He wanted to rule Asterya without the title, and she had to admit there was a layer of brilliance to his strategy. He would make all the decisions, take little accountability, and become as rich as an emperor, possibly moreso.<\/p>\n

Now that he stood so near to her, she studied his middle-aged features. He still looked youthful and alive, thanks to her powers . His skin held far more color than it had that day in Icruria, as if he had been healed from something wicked.<\/p>\n

She rolled her shoulders back, tilted her chin up, and met his eyes, narrowing her gaze.<\/p>\n

Ozik didn\u2019t seem intimidated. \u201cIt\u2019s good to know your spirit wasn\u2019t dimmed by a prison cell. Now, come.\u201d He turned and walked toward the cabin\u2019s exit, taking each step with grace, his white cloak billowing out behind him as he gestured to the doors. <\/p>\n

Vaasa stared at him for a moment, the thread of magic between them still running strong. She followed, cloak wrapped tightly around her, thankful for the winter sun poking through the clouds. A sentinel took her hand and guided her off the ship, a look of awe on his features that Vaasa didn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n

\u201cHeiress.\u201d He tipped his head in reverence. When the panels of her cloak parted and he saw the tattered clothes beneath, he sucked in a breath.<\/p>\n

Vaasa covered herself again, though from the corner of her eye, Ozik smirked.<\/p>\n

The dock led them right into one of the city squares, which sat upon the edge of the water. The winter sun beat down on the open area, the granite of the surrounding buildings shimmering in the rays of light. The Sanctum spanned one side, a large structure that held the chancery and exchequer, along with other important offices for prevalent members of the Asteryan court. The entire back half was under construction, iron scaffolding along the outer walls. On the opposite side of the square stood the cathedral, with a single spire so tall it seemed to tear right through the sky, coupled with a slightly smaller one that held a behemoth clock. The granite exterior of the cathedral was studded with statues of disciples\u2014fishermen who acted as prophets for their Asteryan God, each one maintaining their own portion of the building.<\/p>\n

In between those two grand structures, the ocean churning as a backdrop, was a stark iron pole.<\/p>\n

Beneath it, a drain.<\/p>\n

It was here, witnessed by the church and the state, that criminals were tied to a post and slaughtered. Some were kept there for days or weeks, freezing to death. The energy of the place hummed around them, the feeling of death palpable in the air. Vaasa had never considered herself superstitious, but it was as if she could feel them: each and every life that had been taken in this spot. She\u2019d felt it since she was a little girl. As if the plaza itself held memory in the divots between its cobblestones where blood had run.<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep your eyes down,\u201d Ozik instructed as they walked her into the crowded city square. The city guard surrounded her, lines on both sides fending off the hordes of people who yelled and tried to push past them. Their screams and accusations poured over her. The words settled on her skin but never sank their teeth in: whore, wasted, impure, cursed. <\/p>\n

It was only the last one that gave her pause.<\/p>\n

To all of them, she was inhuman. A public being, open entirely to their criticism. They didn\u2019t care how loudly they spoke or whether they conversed about her and her family like she wasn\u2019t there.<\/p>\n

Vaasa stumbled with Ozik as guards pushed through the swarms of people to create a path. The bellowing screams died down as word of her gaunt appearance spread through the crowd. The insults transitioned to new words: dirty, injured, hurt.<\/p>\n

These people had no idea she had been kept in their own prison.<\/p>\n

And she realized. Ozik wanted them to think the Icrurians had done this to her. That Reid had done this to her.<\/p>\n

Her eyes caught on the iron pole again\u2014and the members of the clergy who stood beside it.<\/p>\n

Vaasa stumbled backward in an attempt to break from Ozik, but the guards flanking them crowded in closer, containing her. Standing amongst the clergy was the archbishop, who watched with his beady eyes as Ozik led Vaasa up onto the platform with the pole. He looked over her in assessment with cloudy gray eyes. A man in his early seventh decade, he had a wise air about him, further solidified by his silver hair and long, brushed beard.<\/p>\n

He stepped forward, black robes flowing around him, a jewel-encrusted blade held in his right hand. Before she could scurry back, two other members of the clergy stepped into Vaasa\u2019s space. They tore the cloak from her shoulders, revealing her tattered clothing and dirt-caked skin. Vaasa shivered immediately, her body no longer listening to her mind. The crowd began to roar, and the archbishop placed a hand over his mouth.<\/p>\n

Ozik gripped her wrist and yanked her arm forward. \u201cProve to this city that she is no witch,\u201d Ozik said. \u201cHer curse has been cleansed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vaasa fought the urge to bare her clattering teeth. This was a useless test, entirely misguided. Her eyes landed upon the clergyman who had scribbled notes at Lord Vlacik\u2019s behest just the day prior. He knew this would prove nothing. Witches bled the same color as anyone.<\/p>\n

But the archbishop dug the knife into her palm and slashed.<\/p>\n

Vaasa grit her teeth to contain a pained cry. Red blood ran over her palm and through her fingers, dripping to the stone platform below. A cut that deep would take weeksto heal.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no curse here!\u201d the archbishop bellowed into the crowd. \u201cAfter what she has endured, we should welcome our heiress home with open arms. It takes great strength to look the devil in the eyes and refuse him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Home?<\/p>\n

This was nothome.<\/p>\n

Roaring applause and screams filled the square, but Vaasa didn\u2019t hear them at all. Bells rang out from the cathedral, the sound echoing in her weary mind. In the haze of the onlookers and the flurry of the guard around her, Vaasa\u2019s gaze wandered across the square until it reached the Sanctum, her eye catching the topmost room, which belonged to the Emperor and his family. She remembered being nineteen and watching from that room as they executed a notorious pirate. As the executioner sharpened his blade, every pair of eyes clung to the promise of carnage. That evening, when the nobles and her father celebrated their retribution, Vaasa had slipped into one of the servant\u2019s halls with Roman Katayev, the sentinel she had loved for perhaps her entire youth.<\/p>\n

I wonder if justice is ever that simple, Roman had whispered in Vaasa\u2019s ear. She\u2019d wrung her hands, trying to forget the taste of her father\u2019s violence and disappointment. It wasn\u2019t reserved for only criminals; she had been no stranger to his cruel discipline, nor to Dominik\u2019s, but Roman\u2019s question had fueled the part of her that had been exposed to enough stories and learning to begin questioning the cruelty of the men around her.<\/p>\n

Now, as she stared upon that building, shivering in the cold, she retreated to that tiny sliver of light and warmth, escaped into the teenage memory of Roman out of habit. After all, taking refuge in that boy had once been an unbreakable pattern. She\u2019d tried so many times to quit, but every time he had pulled her back in, until her father\u2019s simple justice had ended in Roman\u2019s death.<\/p>\n

\u201cWalk,\u201d Ozik hissed in Vaasa\u2019s ear, pulling her back into the present. She stumbled down the platform, the city guard forming a wall around her as the crowd pushed and trampled to get closer. Ozik\u2019s narrative was an easy one to believe, and Vaasa heard it whispered in the crowd: he had rescued her from Icruria, from the man who had murdered Dominik Koz\u00e1r. What a brutal, terrible marriage he had saved her from.<\/p>\n

Now she was nothing but a damaged, broken victim, harmless in their eyes. Not a witch. Ozik knew something profound about human nature\u2014in order to be considered a threat, power was a prerequisite. To convince these people she wasn\u2019t a danger, he had to strip her of it.<\/p>\n

So here she was, their poor, beloved heiress, bruised and bleeding in the snow. Her clothing torn, dirt smeared across every visible inch of her. Never mind that the freshness of her bruises didn\u2019t line up with the time it would take to journey from Icruria to Mek\u00ebs. That he could have bathed her at any point along such a journey, could have let her keep her cloak to cover it all up. No, these people didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n

They wanted to be fed fiction.<\/p>\n

Behind her, the archbishop and his clergy were led into an open-top carriage pulled by two chestnut horses. Ozik remained at her side. He paraded her through the streets, forced her to walk from the public port all the way to the looming Iron Fortress. Every painful step she took, the crowd screamed in performative sympathy. Their voices closed in on her. Instead of listening to them, she went somewhere else in her mind: a new refuge, an escape from this city.<\/p>\n

The witches\u2019 tower in the Sodality of Setar, vines hanging from swaying pots and the smell of parchment permeating every inch of the room. In her mind\u2019s eye, she gazed at each shining face of her coven. Suma\u2019s salt-and-pepper hair, her graceful smile. Romana and Mariana, the twins that never were, mischievous glances shared between them. Amalie, alive and well, her softness a strength.<\/p>\n

Melisina, her jade-green eyes and deep carved wisdom. The calmness of her voice as she guided Vaasa toward healing.<\/p>\n

And then it was a white willow tree, the Icrurian breeze passing over the veranda outside of Reid\u2019s villa. Her villa. The home her own great-grandmother, Freya, the very founder of the Veragi coven, had once lived in. Vaasa sank into that vision, pretended she could feel the wind on her skin. The rancid smell of ocean salt turned Icrurian sweet.<\/p>\n

It threaded with amber.<\/p>\n

In her mind, she wasn\u2019t alone. Arms wrapped around her waist from behind and pressed her into the low stone wall that lined the veranda, surface warm from the sun. Her midriff was bare, loose breeches tied at her belly button. Her inky hair lifted in the breeze.<\/p>\n

Reid placed his chin on her shoulder.<\/p>\n

As they neared the fortress, she was still there in another time, another place, another world.<\/p>\n

And in that vision, she turned her head and laid her cheek against Reid\u2019s, neither of them having anything pressing to do but stay right where they were.<\/p>\n

Excerpted f<\/strong>rom THE WICKED AND THE DAMNED by Rebecca Robinson. Copyright \u00a9 2026. Reprinted by permission of Saga Press at Simon & Schuster, Inc. All rights reserved.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Wicked and the Damned, by Rebecca Robinson will be released on February 24, 2026. To preorder the book, click on the retailer of your choice:<\/p>\n

AMAZON<\/a> AUDIBLE<\/a> BARNES & NOBLE<\/a> BOOKS-A-MILLION<\/a> BOOKSHOP<\/a> APPLE BOOKS<\/a> KOBO<\/a> LIBRO.FM<\/a> TARGET<\/a> WALMART<\/a> POWELL’S BOOKS<\/a> HUDSON BOOKSELLERS<\/a> GOOGLE PLAY<\/a><\/strong> EBOOKS.COM<\/a><\/strong>
<\/strong><\/p>\n