SPECIAL SALE THROUGH
JANUARY 19TH

PURCHASE
THE LICK SKILLET COFFEE CLUB AND 
 & FORM ME, FIRE ME, FILL ME
FOR 
$25
OR ANY 2 BOOK COMBINATION FOR $25

ONE BOOK IS $15 

IF YOU LIVE CLOSE TO ME, I'LL BE GLAD TO MEET YOU TO DELIVER.


SHIPPING FOR ONE BOOK IS $4 WITHOUT INSURANCE

SHIPPING FOR TWO BOOKS IS $5
WITHOUT INSURANCE

INSURANCE IS $2.10 

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Excerpt from The Lick Skillet Coffee Club

...Millicent Moffatt sneezed once more into her over-sized man’s handkerchief. It had been her husband’s. When he died several years ago, she laid claim to it and various other articles that belonged to him. She always thought it unfair that men could have such sturdy things and women’s had to be dainty. Millicent wasn’t a dainty person. Her husband had been the only one who made her feel that way. That was until Mike...


Copyright 2017 Lynn Lacher

Excerpt from The Lick Skillet Coffee Club

Mike leaned back in his chair, and watched her taking small sips from her cup.

“You aren't from Briarsville?” he asked quietly.

“No,” she murmured into her cup, then glancing up at him, said, “Lick Skillet is a strange name for a drug store.”

“This use to be a pretty famous place to eat,” Mike answered. “Now we're only famous for the coffee. Where are you from?” he asked, returning to his original question.

“Birmingham. I've come for a funeral.”

“Awfully early for a funeral.”

“Oh,” she answered, lifting her head, “I just wanted to come early and maybe go by the funeral home before the service.”  

“Anyone I know?”

“His name was Silas Abercrombie.”

“I thought it might be,” Mike spoke cautiously. “You're sitting in his chair.”