Blog #83; Free digital book February 14-15th, 2023; Swimming Among the Olympians: A Memoir and Collected Stories;

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Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you can take advantage of this free digital book that I've made available for the next couple of days. I appreciate each one of my readers and am honored when you make the time to read my labors of love. 


From the award-winning short story writer Chris McClelland comes a new collection of short and powerful tales. They are wide ranging and feature intense dramatic situations and engaging characters. From historical fiction and romantic short story genres to his unique literary style stories, McClelland is developing an ever increasing and international audience. With his associations to Narrative Magazine and literary magazines like Puerto Del Sol and Mid-American Review, McClelland's has long been a respected voice in the American literary community. “The journey is always insightful, surprising, and deeply felt, and the reader always knows he is in good hands with Chris McClelland.”—Joe David Bellamy, Editors’ Book Award Winner







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