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Monday, February 3, 2020

Release Day: Paranormal Mating Bundle by DJ Bryce

Today we are celebrating the release of the Paranormal Mating Bundle by DJ Bryce. This bundle features Swipe Right to Mate, Swipe Right for Love, and Swipe Right for Passion! Grab your copy now or read it for free as part of Kindle Unlimited!

by DJ Bryce
February 3, 2020
383 pages
This bundle features Swipe Right to Mate, Swipe Right for Love, and Swipe Right for Passion!

Swipe Right to Mate
Victoria is floundering. She's lost her home, her boyfriend, everything... rather than go back to her parents with her tail tucked between her legs, or inconvenience her best friend, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

When she comes across a mating app, Tori thinks she may have just found a way to solve all of her problems, and maybe, just maybe, find love along the way.

A trial period with Mal, the sexy bear shifter who contacted her seems like the answer. But, when she gets there and realizes it's not only Mal she's there to meet, but also his best friend Kai, will this opportunity be more than this human bargained for?

Swipe Right to Mate is the first in a new trilogy by DJ Bryce. This is a menage standalone about a desperate woman finding exactly what she needs, where she least expects it.

Swipe Right for Love
Katja is lost. After finally dumping her douche of an ex, she thought she had things figured out. A job as a nanny, which offered room, board and stability. But, when she loses that, Katja realizes she's left with nothing.

When she comes across a mating app, Katja hopes she's found a way to dust herself off and start anew. She's not looking for love, just companionship and a place to call home.

Bane lost his mate five years ago and has since lived his life for his daughter, Sloane. Now that she'd getting older, he's realized that Sloane needs more than he can offer, so he allows his friends to talk him into joining the mating app that changed their lives. The only stipulation, is that the women he meets have to pass his tests before they can meet his daughter, and need to know they have no hope of winning his heart.

Swipe Right to Love is the second in a new trilogy by DJ Bryce. It follows two people eager for companionship, who are determined not to let love in their lives. The thing is... love doesn't always follow the rules.

Swipe Right for Passion
Shonda is lonely. Over a decade ago, she'd fallen for the man she knew was her mate, only to have him flee the pack and never return. She's lived her life on automatic. No boyfriends, no excitement, only work and friends.

When she learns that the man she loves has joined a mating service and has an active profile on the app, Shonda knows this may be her last chance to be with the man who's always owned her heart, even if she has to lie to make it happen.

Grayson likes being alone. He has his farm, his solitude, and the occasional visit from his brother, Bane, and Bane's family. For years that has been enough, but now... Gray wants more. Not ready to leave his land, he decides to follow in his brother's footsteps and try to find a mate. He just needs someone who'll be okay living on the outskirts of society.

Swipe Right for Passion is the third in a new trilogy by DJ Bryce. Can two people who missed their opportunity at fate get a second chance at their happily ever after?


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Author DJ Bryce loves her men tall, dark, and Alpha. She can often be found relaxing with a cup of coffee, a handful of RedVines, and a dirty book, with her three dogs snoozing happily at her feet. She's a lover of The Walking Dead, Romantic Comedies, and writing sexy shifters. For information on her new releases, promotions, and her favorite PNR reads, sign up for her newsletter: http://eepurl.com/clmyu5

Eat Happy Too: 160+ New Gluten Free, Grain Free, Low Carb Recipes for a Joyful Life + giveaway


Welcome to the blog tour for gorgeous cook book, Eat Happy Too, by Anna Vocino! Check out all 160+ of her delicious recipes! Read on for a sneak peek at one of her tasty recipes and a chance to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card! 

by Anna Vocino
September 17th. 2019

360 pages 
Genre: Cook Book/ Healthy Eating/ 
Recipes Anna Vocino is back with Eat Happy Too: 160+ NEW delicious grain-free, gluten-free, low carb recipes that are also free of processed sugars. Get back to cooking and retrain your taste buds to love food again. You'll be shocked at how good food can taste! Eat Happy Too has 160 more starters, mains, sides, soups, casseroles, slow cooker AND Instant Pot recipes, plus breakfast and a chapter to learn how to make sauces and dressings from scratch and not be stuck buying chemical laden versions from the grocery store. There is also a desserts chapter which has some SPLURGE recipes made from the finest ingredients, so that when you have something to celebrate, you can do it with minimal metabolic effect on your body. Half of the recipes have dairy, half are dairy free, and most of the recipes with dairy can be made dairy free for those who want to limit their dairy intake. The book ends with a few lower carb cocktail recipes for those who want to play mixologist. Diagnosed with celiac disease in 2002, Anna Vocino struggled to manage the effects of autoimmune disease and middle age weight gain while still being able to eat delicious and satisfying foods. In 2012, she started podcasting with Vinnie Tortorich and changed her way of eating to not only be gluten free, but also grain and sugar free. Her first cookbook, Eat Happy, is an Amazon best seller, and her audience made it very clear MORE RECIPES, PLEASE! 
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About the Author: 
Anna is the author of Eat Happy and Eat Happy Too. Her cookbooks are filled with gluten and grain free recipes that celebrate her half Southern, half Italian-girl heritage. She hopes you enjoy every tasty recipe from cover to cover. 





Blog Tour Schedule
February 3rd
Tsarina Press (Spotlight) https://www.tsarinapress.com
I Smell Sheep (Review) http://www.ismellsheep.com/
Vick’s Bookish Writing (Review) https://vicksblogcom.home.blog/
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The Magic of Wor(l)ds (Spotlight) http://themagicofworlds.wordpress.com
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LoopyLouLaura (Review) https://www.loopyloulaura.com/
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Where Dragons Reside (Spotlight) https://kernerangelina.live/
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February 7th
Cup of Toast (Review) https://cupoftoast.co.uk
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Sunday, February 2, 2020

Excerpt: Beastly Curse by Selene Drake + giveaway

Beastly Curse 
by Selene Drake
January 30, 2020
118 pages
Genre: Paranormal Romance
A passionate fairy tale about forbidden love and a vengeful man’s secret longing to end a curse that only true love can cure.

Love was never meant for a man like me until she stumbles into my forest. Isabella Rose, with her jet black hair, mahogany skin, and intoxicating scent, called to me from miles away.

Blade is a beast of a man, a towering presenc
e, a chiseled body, sharp fangs, and he runs with a pack of wolves. Wolves, my father, killed. And I’m willing to trade my life for his. 

My Bella…My Enemy…Our Love.

Is it possible that she’s the one to break the curse? That she can feel anything, other than fear, for a man like me?

But the moment I sense enemies lurking to reclaim my Bella, our differences don’t matter because there’s no way I’ll let them harm her. And I’m prepared to fight, hoping the solution isn’t to let her return to the real world leaving me to remain a beast forever.

 
PROLOGUE
AN UNSEEN MAGNETIC force draws me closer to the edge of Keyan Forest. The feeling of something hiding out there amidst the sky touching trees and thickets of bushes has me eager to investigate. But after six months of continuous labor and unpredictable obstacles, I need this crew to transfer the furniture from the truck into Paradise Falls Resort.

I hear the crack of a branch, and I sweep the area at eye level. After surveying thick trunks, a couple of

squirrels jumping from tree to tree, I scan lower searching the pockets of darkness. This forest serves as the home for all forms of wildlife—salmon, eagles, hawks, bears, deer, and wolves.

I had the resort build adjacent to the forest to have luxury and nature combined. I'm not sure how the

wildlife is adjusting to me moving in. I don't pay it much mind. But the sighting of a wolf in town earlier this week has me concerned because that wolf had to cross through my land to get to Paradise Falls, Alaska. A small town near the southern coast of the state. Having the CEO of a Fortune 100 company attacked by a wolf on my land would ruin me, so I need to fix the problem before the first guests arrive at the end of the month.

I glance at my watch then the sun and holler at the crew to move their asses. We have less than an hour before we won’t be able to see the end of our noses. I guess I could inquire in town about fencing or how to establish perimeters around the facility, but the people in town are giving me the cold shoulder, except the owner of Belle's Book Nook.

Isabelle Joseph still served me coffee this morning with a smile brighter than the sun. I lean against the tree giving myself permission to let her kind eyes resurface, the color of cappuccino that managed to be both innocent and sad at the same time. The kind of eyes that see the good in people, even the likes of me. I guess fucking with Paradise Falls’ royalty placed me on the town’s shit list. But Cesar Cox, that traitor, had it coming. I took this land right from under his nose.

“Every dog has his day,” I say, chuckling beneath my breath. I guess winning the land that he stole from my father is amble payback.

Old Cox folded over the moment he realized his greedy son, Kingston Cox, lost their beloved property

to Wesley Mallory's rich bastard son. The people of Paradise Falls showed their disdain by snatching up their red carpets and withdrawing their dinner invitations. They were ready to run me from town until they learned not only had I won this land, but I bought Keyan Forest too.

I'll hold on to the satisfaction of seeing Cox fall to his knees, begging for the return of the title. But I won the land, he stole, fair and square in a card game. It took ten years to make this happen, and soon I'll open the doors to my multi-million-dollar resort. We're booked with a two-year waiting list for corporate retreats, weddings, and people wanting a luxury wildlife experience.

I light a cigar and puff and exhale the fragrant smoke. I think a parade was in order. I saved this land,

and I’ll increase the exposure of this town. Oh well, it’s not the first time I’ve pissed people off, I’m sure it won’t be the last.

The sound of wood shattering behind me reclaims my attention. I turn to berate the idiot responsible

when I spot glowing red eyes about a hundred yards out staring at me through the dense foliage.

I anchor my cigar to the side of my mouth and slipping my revolver from the holster. I sidestep crossing the line between the developed portion of my property and the untamed acreage still populated by the unknown.

Stories about Keyan Forest rush from my childhood memories. Stories told to keep children from venturing too deep. Stories told about extraordinary creatures protecting the land.

"I don't want to hurt you. We can share this land peacefully." I say, snarling with my finger resting on the trigger. I plan to send a warning shot when I noticed the distance from the ground. I figure at least four feet tall.

"What the hell…"

“Mr. Mallory…”

“What?” I reluctantly glance over my shoulder and freeze at spotting the pile of wood. I groan in frustration at the ten-thousand-dollar dresser that's now only good for firewood. Yes, I have all the pieces insured, but it took the craftsmen months to make the one-ofa- kind dressers, nightstands, and headboards.

The eyes.

I spin a trained gaze back to the forest. Adrenaline kicks in, causing my heart to race. I press my hand

towards the ground, telling my foreman to keep it down. He nods as I drop my cigar crushing the lit

tobacco under the heel of my boot. I toss my hat to the ground since I can't have it blocking my line of sight. I flick two fingers letting the foreman know I'm going in.

I lead with my revolver crossing into Keyan Forest. The temperature feels twenty degrees cooler. I blink several times, forcing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. My eyes pan the landscape, searching for my uninvited guest.

Each step calculated to account for the overgrown roots and crazy vines. The rapid pump of my heart

rises to my ears, drowning out the sounds of the animals around me. I force my mind, intentions, and

barrel on the red glow, and my heart slows to a deliberate crawl.

“Mr. Mallory…” I glance to the right.

“Blade Mallory…” I face the left.

Are the trees talking? I rake my surroundings to measure the time it will take to clear the brush, and the path has disappeared.

A light illuminates the shadowed core of the forest, and I'm momentarily blinded by the brightness. I blink and using my peripheral vision and see I'm surrounded by animals. Some I recognize and others I don't. The red eyes are attached to a woman with porcelain skin, and her hypnotizing orbs blaze with rage. I swear they're level. How'd they hike up another two feet? Should I go back?

Hell, no. I’m not taking my eyes off whatever she is. Her black hair flows around her like a halo. She

can’t be more than five feet. Then the slight point of her ears captures my attention.

An elf?

She nods, and an enticing smile crosses her face, she's reading my thoughts. The corners of her mouth

tip up and a surge of energy, equal parts seduction and sin flows through me. The curves of her body visible even with the fabric floating around her feet as they

levitate several feet off the ground. Which explains the shift in height.

I need an exit strategy. I grind my teeth prepared to shoot my way back when she floats closer. My body, my head, my heart, and my loins war with the tight grip I have on the gun pointed at this little hellion. Then she stops with the barrel of my Blackhawk Revolver against her thin skin, and her chest is hollow. I cock the hammer facing her without an ounce of fear. The two wolves flanking her growl, stepping closer.

Her faint laughter vibrates off the trees, and she expands. Blade Mallory, that gun won’t help you. Not in here. Not now. The sound surrounds me, but her lips aren’t moving.

"For the record, I'm an excellent shot." I focus the fury stirring in my blood on the elf, I'll take her down then her bodyguards. I narrow my eyes, knowing she can read my thoughts.

I’ll kill them all. Try me, I challenge in a private conversation taking place in my head. Her perfectly

arched eyebrows bunch as if mulling over my offer.

"This is private property. Leave, and no one will get hurt."

I learned to fish and hunt and live off the land right here with my father until I discovered his secret. So, every happy moment I shared with my parents was baked into this soil before he changed our lives forever. So, I’m not letting Keyan Forest go without a fight.

Demonic elf or not.

“But it’s not yours to own,” she counters, expanding before my eyes.

“Tell that to the State of Alaska. I own it.”

“That’s the problem with people like you. You have cold hearts and deep pockets, buying your way

through life.” Her tone reminds me of nails scraping across a chalkboard, agitated, strained, and in need of being heard. “Killing the land. Killing the trees. Killing the animals. All because you own it. Well, I’m not buying it.”

The little elf is not so little anymore, and with an irritated huff, she floats higher, expanding, and I take

several steps back. The edges of the forest grow darker, and the animals rumble in a cohesive growl.

A ball of red matter thunders and crashes in the palm of her hands. The ring glows white, and it occurs

to me, this elf is gearing up for trouble. But I don't want to hurt her or these animals.

“I could just kill you and be done with an arrogant prick like you. And we could notify the State of Alaska that this land isn’t for sale.” She draws back to her hollow chest as if passing a basketball, aiming that mass of fiery matter at me.

I’d rather shoot her than have that ball hit me. I raise the barrel aimed to kill.

“Leesa… Leesa. Stop!” A man steps through the darkness walking closer.

"Tristan…" her voice trembles, and she trains her deadly gaze on the man walking towards us. "I thought you… What are you doing here?"

“I came back for you.”

The elf has a name. Leesa's eyes jerk back to me, and I don't like the smile on her face.

“Love…for you.” Tristan offers Leesa a medallion resting in the palms of his hands like an offering.

Leesa rests a hand on her chest, and her face softens.

I take a few steps back, keeping my mind void. The last thing I need is her rereading my thoughts. The

blue-green gem is bright, and the rage in her eyes is replaced by love.

She's back on the ground, and he slips the stone over her head. And like magic, it disappears, and the

space in her chest radiates pure white light. I blink, and her black hair is white blond. I'm a logical man, but nothing about this episode makes sense. The sun is setting, and the temperature drops

another ten degrees.

I take another step back. The last place I want to be is inside this forest after nightfall. She'll have to zap me because my gut tells me there's more than this elf with a wild hair up her ass in this forest and until we clear more of the land…

“And you’d still clear this land?” Her hand clings to the man beaming with love.

“The back end of this land will have private cabins and a playground for the kids. And over there will be a dog park. Over there…” I point to the right. “A pool with a large winding slide.”

“You don’t get it. You really don't get it." She steps forward, and I wish I got what she's talking about.

“Good night.” I turn walking back in the direction I entered.

"Blade Mallory, the forest will be your cage, and the moon will be your god. Nature will be your teacher, and the cure for your callous heart will be love." My body faces her, and I have no control. No matter how hard I strain to break Leesa's hold on me. She steps forward, holding her hands out, and heat flows from my heart through my limbs. "May the beast in you rule until you learn the power and capacity in you to love prosperity, people, and respect nature.”

No…no…no…

Leesa places a hand over my heart. "They broke your heart, and only true love can save you."

Leesa… Leesa… Get back here you bi—

"Say it!" The forest shakes beneath my feet. "Please, say it…think it, and I'll take you out of your pathetic misery. Now sleep, you'll have a tough road ahead. I'll see you soon, Blade Mallory."

Leesa touches my forehead, and my world goes black.

About the Author:

I write romantic stories laced with love, legacy, and fate. My novels feature culturally diverse characters and I hope to renew or deepen your love for magic, shifters, and romantic imagination.


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Saturday, February 1, 2020

PNR Author EB Black: The Time My Dead Dog Turned Into A Zombie And Came Back To Life + giveaway

The Time My Dead Dog Turned Into A Zombie And Came Back To Life

Ewe won’t believe this…

Even I didn’t believe it while it was happening.

But I had a rottweiler named Myka that I loved dearly. I adopted him from a shelter and used to post pictures of him on my author facebook occasionally because I loved him so much.

He got an aggressive form of cancer. We gave him radiation treatments and they worked for awhile, but the cancer spread to his lungs and we were forced to put him to sleep.

This devastated me. The veterinarian helped me take care of his remains. I got a plaque with an imprint of his little paw on it (adorable!) and a box with his ashes.

This is why I went into shock a year later when I received a phone call from a robocaller. It said that my dog, Myka, was alive and that they’d found him. I needed to call my veterinarian immediately.

I was light-headed, dizzy, and shaking. I had family members there and they asked me what was wrong. I said, “Someone just called me and told me that they have Myka and he’s still alive.”

The ashes of Myka were still in my living room. I hadn’t taken care of them yet and my heart galloped as I looked at them. This had to be some kind of joke. If not, then whose ashes were those that I had? Had they lied to me about his cancer all along? But I’d watched them put him to sleep…

Had he somehow come back to life? Was he a zombie?

I called my veterinarian, expecting them to clear up the misunderstanding. Instead, they double downed on it.

“Yes,” the woman said, when I asked her about Myka and the phone call. “We have your dog here. Someone found him wandering around and we identified him through his microchip. He’s ready for you to pick up.”

I paused for a long time. “But don’t you remember? You put Myka to sleep a year ago. How could someone have found him? How could he still be alive?”

The woman was in shock as well when I gave her this news. She was just as confused as I was. She’d never heard of something like this happening before.

I needed to make sure that it was really my dog, so I decided to ask the question, terrified of the answer, “What type of dog is Myka?”

“A Chihuahua,” she told me.

I was so relieved. A Chihuahua and a rottweiler couldn’t be more different. It turned out they had recycled his microchip number on a new dog, which they are never supposed to do, and my information was still on the microchip.

Yes, I loved Myka dearly. You don’t forget a wonderful, loving dog, but there was a part of me that was terrified of the idea of him having come back to life. If he came back would that make him some sort of monster? Would he be the same dog or would there be something wrong about him? Would he still be good or would this make him evil?

I think this is why zombie novels fascinate us so much. If people were to all come back from the dead, what would they be?

I love to write stories about things that make me uncomfortable, so when I decided to write a reverse harem romance novel, I wanted it to take place in the zombie apocalypse. Extreme and terrifying situations like that are very emotionally charged and bring people’s true character to the forefront. I wanted these characters to be deep and I wanted them to feel alive to the reader.

So zombies in real life are scary, but reading about them in books can be very interesting.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!



Love And The Undead
by E.B. Black
January 31, 2020
Genre: SciFiRom/PNR Reverse Harem
ASIN: B07XWNS16T
Cover Artist: Swoon Worthy Book Covers
Sometimes it takes the end of the world to find true love.

Max doesn't believe in hope or true love.

She's divorced. She lost her daughter and mother in the zombie apocalypse. She's losing her grandmother slowly to alzheimers. She's seen more dead and undead bodies than she ever thought possible.

But fate doesn't care.

It brings her not ONE...not TWO...not even THREE...but FOUR hot men whose only desire is to win over her heart.

And while the world is being ravaged by tragedy, she'd rather confront a horde of zombies than the possibility of getting hurt again.

This book is perfect for romance readers who are also fans of shows like "The Walking Dead" and "iZombie." It is part of the "Common Elements Romance Project."


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Excerpt:
“Let me see.” Derrick had gathered some supplies from Jed, who still carried my backpack. There were unused rags leftover from Nick’s gunshot wound and a sewing kit in his hands. The doctor had gotten down on one knee, set his supplies aside, and was staring at my injured hand.

His jaw and fists were clenched. I could see on his face that he was holding a part of himself back as he drew near me.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. I’m sure you have more important things to do. My wounds aren’t deep.”

The muscles in his forearm tightened at my words. His voice sounded strained. “That’s for me to decide.” He grabbed my hand and turned it over impatiently before dropping it. “Flex your fingers.”

I did so easily.

He nodded his head. “Good. The cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to have done damage to your nerves. I don’t think you need stitches.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Told you I’m fine.”

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t need my help.” His dark gaze met mine as his voice grew hoarse. I could hear whatever he was holding back coming through. “You’re making a big mess with all this blood. Have I told you how much I hate messes?”

You didn’t have to, I could tell.”

My words were nonchalant, but my heart was pounding loudly in my ears as he licked his lips. He looked ready to either throw me off the edge of this barn for offending him with my uncleanliness or like he was the real zombie here and ready to eat me...

“We need to clean you before I bandage you up.” He lifted one of my hands towards his face. “It stopped raining and we don’t have any water to spare, so I’ve been left with no choice. It’s not the most sanitary option, but...”

He parted his full, sexy lips and popped one of my fingers into his wet mouth. I wanted to protest, but I was paralyzed. He sucked the blood off like some kind of ravenous vampire. I gasped in surprise, feeling weak in the knees. His mouth was so soft, warm, gentle, and slow. He sucked on each of my fingers in turn until I shut my eyes, ready to give myself over to him.

He moaned as he continued to suck and I couldn’t help imagining that mouth exploring other places. We would-

“Stop!”

The moment was interrupted as Nick grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him up and off of me. Nick punched him in the stomach. Derrick grunted and hunched over, almost collapsing to his knees again.


“I told you to keep your hands off of her,” Nick growled the words. “If you touch her again, I’ll hurtle you off this roof and let the zombies take care of you for me.”

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E.B. Black lives in Southern California with her husband and rottweiler baby.




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National Celebration Days in February

I Smell Sheep wants to help you celebrate as often as possible. Find your favorites and add them to your calendar!

Library Lovers’ Month

February 1
Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast Day
Spunky Old Broads Day
Take Your Child to the Library Day
Imbolc
Mary Shelley’s Deathiversary
Serpent Day

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February 2
Candlemas
Ground Hog Day
Superbowl Sunday - Superbowl 53

February 3
Feed the Birds Day
The Day the Music Died
3-7 Children’s Authors and Illustrators Week
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February 4
Thank a Mailman Day

February 5
National Weatherman's Day
World Read Aloud Day

February 6
National Chopsticks Day

February 7
Bubble Gum Day

February 8
Kite Flying Day
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February 9
National Pizza Day
Read in the Bathtub Day

February 10
Clean out Your Computer Day
Umbrella Day

February 11
Make a Friend Day
Extraterrestrial Culture Day
Extraterrestrial Visitor Day

February 12
Abraham Lincoln's Birthday
National Lost Penny Day
Judy Blume’s birthday

February 13
Get a Different Name Day

February 14
Ferris Wheel Day
National Organ Donor Day
Valentine's Day
International Book Giving Day
Library Lovers’ Day

February 15
National Gum Drop Day
Susan B Anthony Day

February 16
Do a Grouch a Favor Day

February 17
President's Day
Random Acts of Kindness Day

February 18
National Drink Wine Day

February 19
National Chocolate Mint Day
Amy Tan’s birthday

February 20
Cherry Pie Day
Hoodie Hoo Day
Love Your Pet Day

February 22
George Washington's Birthday
National Margarita Day
Walking the Dog Day

February 23
International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day
23-29 Canada’s Freedom to Read Week

February 24
National Tortilla Chip Day
World Bartender Day

February 25
Mardi Gras / Fat Tuesday
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February 26
Ash Wednesday
Carnival Day
National Pistachio Day
Tell a Fairy Tale Day

February 27
Polar Bear Day
No Brainer Day
John Steinbeck’s birthday
James Wan’s Birthday
World Sword Swallowers Day



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February 28
National Chili Day
Public Sleeping Day
National Tooth Fairy Day

February 29
Leap Day
Open That Bottle Night
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