Showing posts with label Kindle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kindle. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Virgin Kiss: or how I ruined Chekhov to save the day

Virgin Kiss from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

Virgin Kiss, a very short story, is a pet project of mine. It's based on a true story and I've been playing around with it, trying to decide if it would make a good YA novel.

So I wrote it as a short story's the basic plot:

Riley Murphy is a kissing virgin, waiting for the right guy to come along. Until she joins the Drama Club at Holywell High and has to kiss the class dweeb on stage in front of the whole school on Valentine’s Day. 

Riley is a fun character, embarrassed by her lack of kissing experience. Especially when there's a sexy hottie she's just dying to practice on.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm finishing up a novella at the moment, but then I thought I'd dive into Virgin Kiss and see what happens. For the moment, it's $.99 over at Amazon. It's a really fast read...if you want to relieve the pain of that first kiss, give it a try. Let me know what you think.


Virgin Kiss is available as a short story at Amazon Kindle

Music: Sweeter Vermouth Kevin MacLeod (

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Vine 3: The Naked Sushi "V" Experiment

The V experiment.

Sounds could be a zombie hottie who has a hard-on for the heroine...

Could be a wild burst of lightning that gives the heroine superpowers to attract every male she desires...

Alas, my experiment has nothing to do with sex.

Or does it?


I've made short, sexy Vine videos for NAKED SUSHI. So what do they have to do with my experiment?

I've noticed that my Vine videos attract readers, so I'm experimenting to see what works, what doesn't, what readers like.

Who knows? I may start a Vine Revolution!

Which Vine video do you like better? I'd love to hear your comments!! 

Vine #1:

Vine #2:

Pepper O'Malley, a spy wannabe, teams up with an FBI hottie to take down her ex-sleazy boss. Where does the sushi come in? Pepper goes undercover as a live sushi model wearing nothing but yellow pom-pom chrysanthemums and a banana leaf.

And yes, the hero eats sushi off her body.

NAKED SUSHI is available for pre-order on Amazon!

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Vine 2

Vine is my new toy.

No, not that kind of toy.

My social media darling. Whoever thought six seconds could be so much fun? Of course, it takes me a lot longer than six seconds to put together a Vine video, but that's half the fun, isn't it?

I guess you could call it "Vine foreplay."

Here's my latest Vine post featuring NAKED SUSHI:
Amateur spy PEPPER O’MALLEY gets more than she bargained for when she discovers her sleazy boss is hiding corporate secrets. 
She gets fired.
Was it her fault she got caught in the copy room with her pants down with a hunky thief?
The only way Pepper can get her job back is to become a naked sushi model and spy on her ex-boss.
She’s thrown into a world of corporate espionage she never imagined…

NAKED SUSHI is available for pre-order on Amazon!

I've just seen the COVER for NAKED SUSHI and it is so hot!! More info soon...

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

I Know You Are, But What am I?

I've met so many wonderful authors along this publication journey. And among that awesome, gifted group AJ Nuest stands out. And that's saying something! She is not only a fantastic writer, but she's freaky, scary smart, I-Need-to-Charge-You-to-Listen-to-Me funny, and I'd-Hate-You-If-I-Didn't-Love-You talented. The day we met my own writing career took a turn for the better. She's a great author and an even better friend. I'm so pleased and honored to welcome AJ Nuest to the Naughty Author Chicks!! *crowd goes wild*

Thank you Naima Simone and the Naughty Author Chicks for allowing me to hijack their blog in celebration of my KINDLE FREE DAYS for She’s Got Dibs!  Whoo Hoo! I’m very excited to be here!!

At the risk of sounding like a fortune cookie, I am who I write. Yep. Each character I create—young or old, good or bad—is me to some degree or another. Although, I must admit, rarely do their lives resemble mine, at least not in its current state. Take Tessa, my heroine, from She’s Got Dibs. She’s not the AJ of today. She’s AJ from twenty…er…many, many years ago.

***the screen blurs with crazy waves as eerie music warbles through the speakers***

We harken back through time, to the days when AJ was still single and all Sheryl Crow wanted was to have to some fun (and she got the feeling, she’s not the only one).

 AJ Then (Tessa’s Life)

The words “What’s for dinner?” did not exist. When I got hungry, I went to the store or nearest diner, bought what I wanted and ate it. My refrigerator was empty save for a few packets of takeout ketchup (or mayo—a girl can never be too careful) and a half-empty bottle of wine.

AJ Now

The words “What’s for dinner?” hit at 4:00pm and continue at fifteen-minute intervals throughout the evening until said dinner is prepared, served and eaten, at which time the words “What’s for dessert?” begin. I have not seen the back wall of my refrigerator in fifteen years.

AJ Then (Tessa’s Life)

I didn’t own a car. No need. The Chicago Transit Authority and a stream of unending cabs took me anywhere I wanted to go for a nominal fee. Or I walked. GASP!  

AJ Now

Two trucks, an SUV, a motorcycle, two ATVs, a dirt bike, a camper, two scooters and four pedal bikes. What. The. Hell. Exactly how many modes of transportation does one family need? That’s just obscene.

AJ Then (Tessa’s Life)

No pets. I came home to change my clothes, have a snack or when I needed sleep. I tried owning a plant once, but evidently they need to be watered occasionally or they die. Who knew?

AJ Now

We’re actually running low on the pet meter with just two dogs and two cats. We’ve been known to host up to ten cats depending on the strays that arrive—pregnant—and decide to hole up in our garage. We also owned a fancy rat at one time. Don’t ask. I’ve long since decided I’m never going there again. Oh, and I now have a huge vegetable garden and an apple orchard.

AJ Then (Tessa’s Life)

No exercise routine. Well…unless dancing in nightclubs counts as a “routine”. Didn’t really matter because I weighed 115 lbs. and wore a size four. If I wanted to wear my skinny jeans, I skipped the previous night’s dinner. The next morning I woke up having magically lost 7 lbs. In short, I sucked. No one knows this better than me. 

AJ Now

I haul my chubby butt out of bed at 6:00am every morning—yes, all seven days a week—and ride an average of five miles on my pedal bike. I sometimes repeat this routine after dinner, two kids in tow. My life is a steady stream of exercise, reading product labels and tracking my fat intake in an effort to control a heinous cholesterol gene.

Yep, I was Tessa all right. Yet for as much fun and freedom as I had back then, I wouldn’t change my life and return to being that woman for anything in the world. No way, no how. I know my life is messy and chaotic. It’s filled with dirty laundry, hairballs and a garbage can that is ALWAYS full. (ß Seriously, how does that even happen?) And while it was a blast to relive the past and pretend I was Tessa Adams while writing She’s Got Dibs—live as an ultra chic event planner who condos in a downtown Chicago high rise and is dating a gorgeous millionaire—I’m happy being the AJ of right now. After all, I’m the one who gets to be the heroine in my next book, as well. J  

If you’re interested in finding out more about Tessa’s life, be sure to download your FREE COPY of She’s Got Dibs, available at Amazon through June 29th!

Book blurb: 
True love does not exist…or so event planner Tessa Adams learns the day she gets jilted—twenty-four hours prior to walking down the aisle. One-night stands are much easier, and with sexy philanthropists like David Brenner, how can she resist? Now if she could just get rid of him. Had she known the biggest event of her career would be working for David’s father, she would have cut and run. Instead, she’s unwittingly become a part of his parents' plan to destroy his life-long dreams. Will sacrificing her love protect him or be the ultimate betrayal?

Wealthy and gorgeous, David Brenner seemingly holds the world in the palm of his hand—his generous heart and infectious smile are just two in an endless stream of attractive qualities. But the one thing he wants, he can’t have—a repeat of the passionate night he spent in the arms of a skittish Tessa Adams. His family’s far-reaching power threatens to crush their dreams. To prove his love, he would risk everything…but will the return of her ex-fiancé be their final undoing?

She’s Got Dibs, won 1st Place in the Contemporary Category, Heartland Romance Authors, Show Me the Spark! Contest, 2010

“Dibs.” He extended his hand.

Frowning, she accepted his greeting. “Dibs on what?

“No.” He chuckled. “That's my name. Or well, actually, my nickname. Either way, it's what everyone calls me.”

“O-o-okay...” The guy definitely had the smolder covered...and those incredible ice-blue eyes. Yikes!

“And you are?”

“Oh, Tessa Adams.” She laughed.

“And everyone calls you...?”

Her frown returned. “Tessa.”

“Oh.” He scanned her face. “No nickname, huh?”

“Not that I recall at the moment.”

He pressed his full lips together as if restraining a smile, eyes twinkling with merriment, and handed her the notepad. “Here's your confirmation number. The room's at the Waldorf Towers over on Park.”

Two suites at the Waldorf? In this mess? What was he, a wizard? “Wow, great. Thanks so much for the help.”

“Glad to be of service.” He retrieved his briefcase and started down the corridor, abruptly stopped, and peered at her over the perfect slant of his shoulder. “And don't worry, Tessa, I'll think of a good nickname for you.”

She offered him a blank stare. “Hey, knock yourself out.”

Mischief danced along his lips before a grin broke free and he continued down the hallway.

“What a whack job,” she muttered.

Download She's Got Dibs from Amazon for FREE here!


Author Stuff:

Multi-published, award-winning author and editor, AJ Nuest, lives in a small farming community in NW Indiana with her loving husband, two beautiful children and a bevy of spoiled pets. She and the cat are currently vying for dictatorship. The cat is winning.

Author links, web pages, fan pages and book trailers:
FaceBook Page 
Author FB Page 
She’s Got Dibs Pinterest Page 


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Like a Virgin: "Nice Girls Do It"

What does a vase and a virgin have in common?

They both begin with the letter “V,” but they’re more than alphabet sisters.

They both break.

Hearts break, too.

That’s what happened to Chloe, the heroine in my short story, Nice Girls Do It (the Hunter series):

How Chloe wished she had never promised her mother she’d wait until marriage to have sex.
But she had.
She was that virgin at the prom, trying to figure out how to tell Steve she wouldn’t sleep with him until their wedding night. He was a good guy and it pained her to deny him what they both wanted. At first, he didn’t understand. Hell, he was a man about to leave for a tour of duty in a war zone. He didn’t know if he’d come back.
He wanted her. Tonight. To know she was his when he was out on patrol or lying in his bunk at night in a hot, steamy tent.
His lips brushed hers, his hand reached down between her thighs…then he pulled down her bikini briefs.
No, Steve, she’d pleaded. Stop, please.
And because he loved her, he respected her wishes.
When she explained to him why she made the pledge, he’d understood, then held her tight.
They never said another word about it.
Steve left for Iraq two weeks later.
And now it was too late.
He never came back. He was killed by a roadside bomb.
And Chloe was alone.
Soon after, she left the city for a job in a small coastal community and now she was back.
Finding the spitting image of her lost love was the last thing she expected when she agreed to attend her sister’s showing in the upscale art gallery.
Her trip to the magnolia-scented heights filled with Victorian houses was supposed to be a coming-home, not a sexy encounter with a stranger who looked like he materialized out of the mist rolling in from the bay.
Why did this guy have to show up tonight? Why?
Chloe makes up her mind to let go for one night stand and let The Hunter show her why a virgin is like a vase:

“A more civilized deflowering ceremony is performed in Japan,” he said, “where the new vase or virgin doesn’t undergo the pain of penetration by an overzealous husband or lover.” The Hunter slid the kimono off her shoulders. She moaned in pleasure when he lifted her breasts to his mouth, licking one nipple than the other. “Rather, the ritual is performed by a complete stranger.”
Chloe bit down on her lower lip, her mind reeling with wild imaginings. “Show me.”

And he does…by using fresh eggs.

Find out what The Hunter does with the eggs—and his dick—in Nice Girls Do It.”ear

Who is The Hunter?

The Hunter knows what a woman wants in bed…and he always delivers. Going from town to town, he fulfills a woman’s most intimate, sexual fantasies.

A one-night stand she’ll never regret.

He has the power to give each woman what she needs, whether it’s oral/anal sex, BDSM, ménage, foreplay, sex toys, role playing, etc. He takes on whatever persona necessary to focus on her needs, her emotional core.

Her sexual adventure takes center stage in every Hunter story.

 The Hunter is coming to your town…are you ready?

Kindle | Nook | Kobo | Diesel | Sony Smashwords | ARe

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

A Quickie Blog on “Breaking the Rules” and why it’s FREE today

Do you love a quickie?

Oh, you say, you mean hot, sweaty sex with my man? Down and dirty and do-it-to-me before the kids come home or my mother calls back. (God help me if she tracks the GPS on my cell phone to the bedroom).

No…not exactly.

I mean quickie shorts.

Oh, you say again, you mean the shorts that cut into my butt crack that I haven’t been able to zip up since high school?

No…still not right.

I mean a quick fix for what ails you.

Oh, you say, trying again, biting on a hangnail, you mean a mocha cookie crumble frappuccino®?

No…but you’re making me crazy for a quick trip to Starbucks after I finish writing this blog, so I’ll make it short.

As in Short Story.

Today is International Short Story Day. According to their website: “On the shortest night of the year, June 20th 2012, writers, readers and publishers are again joining forces to celebrate the short story on International Short Story Day.”

To celebrate, I’ve listed my erotic short story “Breaking the Rules” as FREE on Amazon Kindle.

Elaine is a rules-kind-of-girl, whether it’s at work or in the bedroom. She sets out on a journey of self-discovery when she meets the Hunter, who shows her that rules are made to be broken.

This erotic short story is about a working girl who learns you have to ask for what you want.

At work...or in bed.


He whispered in her ear what he wanted her to do, and it was naughty, so naughty. In response, she pushed her pussy up toward him in rhythmic thrusts, allowing her to get lost in the moment. Elaine didn’t care what happened as long as he continued to rub her hard bud glowing deep within her. The sensations were almost more than she could bear, her body swaying back and forth, reeling with the sublime pleasure this man gave her.
“Oh, it feels good, so good,” she moaned.
“Do you want me to keep going, Elaine?” asked the Hunter, slowing down. The burning flame inside her started to ebb…flicker. “I can stop, if you’re uncomfortable.”
She froze. No, he couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t! Not when she was experiencing such delicious sensations.
“I--I…” she sputtered. Nothing more came out.
Say it, girl! Tell him you want him to keep going.
But she couldn’t.
For all her bravado, Elaine couldn’t ask for what she wanted.

Writing a short story is an art, like making a soufflé or perfect scrambled eggs or giving your man oral sex that drives him crazy. Here are some short story writers whose works are timeless:

Edgar Allan Poe, who wrote sixty-five short stories, including The Pit and the Pendulum; O. Henry’s witty shorts, including The Last Leaf; F. Scott Fitzgerald, who coined the term the Jazz Age; Dorothy Parker’s timeless lament of every single girl, The Telephone Call; and my personal fave, Anita Loos, whose Gentleman Prefer Blondes began as a series of short stories in Harper’s Bazaar with a naughty chick heroine named Lorelei Lee.

So the next time you want a quickie, let your fingers do the work (and his, too, if you’re into that while you’re reading), and download a short story.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I hear there’s a frappuccino® with my name on it waiting for me…

Ciao and happy reading!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

"Breaking the Rules" is FREE Today on Amazon Kindle.

I put a sassy new cover on my self-pubbed erotic short story! And it's FREE today on Amazon Kindle!

Elaine is a rules-kind-of-girl, whether it’s at work or in the bedroom.

She sets out on a journey of self-discovery when she meets the Hunter, who shows her that rules are made to be broken.

Enjoy this erotic short story for free today, April 25th, and also tomorrow, about a working girl who learns you have to ask for what you want!

At work...or in bed.

Excerpt from "Breaking the Rules:"

She smelled his scent before she saw him. Black leather soaked with a man's sweat, emitting a muskiness with a hint of citrus. Sweet and sticky.
Elaine froze at her laptop when the hunk wearing the black leather vest whisked by her in the coffeehouse and yanked her power cord loose with his muddy boot. Her screen went darker than an ebony night and her coffee cup shimmied back and forth like a kewpie doll.
The web page disappeared like it was sucked into a black hole.
Damn him. The nerve of the man. So what if he was tall with a strong jaw and broad shoulders? He wasn’t her type. Look at him. Dark and stormy, and filled with a wild streak like the critters roaming untamed through the dense woods in these back hills.
McNally’s Corner.
A way station back in the day for trappers and settlers heading west. Population around eighteen hundred when you counted the hogs and chickens. A small town doing its best to survive the economic downturn. And barely hanging on.
Like Elaine. Living on her meager salary and peanut butter sandwiches, she’d come home to put the pieces back together after a painful breakup.
Which meant no distractions from a guy with eyes so blue he could make a girl wet her pants with a hard stare.
Wait, did I say that?
Okay, think that, but she couldn’t help it. The last time this town had any excitement was when bootleggers came down from the hills fired up on corn liquor and packing shotguns. This stud was packing, too, she noticed. A six-shooter in his jeans, and not the kind that shot silver bullets. Not that she was interested. Still, clamping her legs together tight like an oyster protecting its pearl was a dead giveaway to her uneasiness.
Hunk Alert. Warning. Danger Ahead.
What was wrong with her? Acting like she was the town hussy in an old soap opera. She lifted her chin. Not her. Elaine was a play-by-the-rules girl. She liked square peanut butter sandwiches with the crusts cut off. She preferred her men also square. Button-down collars and single-pleated trousers. Corporate guys who texted their sexy intentions, not grunted like a bare-chested warrior in need of a haircut. She knew the type. Here today, gone on his Harley tomorrow.
No one-night stands for her.
Especially with a guy who had his primal moves down to a T.
Muscular arms. Spot-on smile that made her curl her toes. Bulge in his pants that left no doubt pulling out her power cord was no accident.
“I spent an hour filling out that job application,” Elaine said, letting go with an angry growl. Her precision-wired brain screamed at the loss. “All that work…gone.”
She should have kept her mouth shut, let him move on, but she didn’t. A fire erupted in her belly, surprising her. Maybe it was the late hour or maybe it was because she was sick of peanut butter sandwiches, but she decided to play his game. If only to break up the monotony and frustration of filling out her last five years of employment for the tenth time.
She unclamped her legs, her bold gesture inviting him to find her pearl. All shiny. And oozing with salty sea juices.
So you wanna play? her look said. Her steadfast gaze locked with eyes that waited to see what she’d do. Waited with the arrogance of a man who liked a challenge.
Instead he smiled, nodded an apology.
“Sorry, miss, I didn't see your cord.” He bent down and adjusted the cable. His sly grin made her close her legs again. Tighter this time.
Look at him, will you? I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a good peek up my skirt.
He kept grinning, turning on the charm and not letting her go. Stroking the cable cord like it was a woman’s body. Up and down with an icy coolness. As if the cord were a burning fuse leading leading straight to her pussy.
She never felt more exposed in her life.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

All you need to know about the Hunter

Cover photo: © Les3photo8 |

Who is the Hunter?

He’s a character I’ve had in my mind for some time. A mysterious adventurer who has an almost mystical power to know what a woman wants and needs in bed. He has an unlimited fortune that allows him to roam the world doing just that.

Sound sexy? There’s more.

I’ve also been intrigued by the popularity of one-night stands.

You see them in films, short stories, anthologies and novels. That naughty deed that allows you to indulge in your fantasies with a stranger without worrying about what he’ll think “the morning after.” 

Not all one-night stands are about sex. Sometimes you meet a man outside your normal environment and because he’s a stranger, you talk about things you wouldn’t with anyone else. You never see him again, but you come away wiser and more confident about yourself.

That’s what I wanted to write about: an erotic short story (under 5,000 words) where the sex is hot and the Hunter helps the heroine discover something about herself that makes her blossom as a woman.

I’ve just self-pubbed the first story, “Breaking the Rules,” [available on Amazon and Smashwords for $.99!) and I’ve included the blurb and excerpt in this post.

But first, tell me, what do you think about one-night stands?


“Breaking the Rules”

The Hunter knows what a woman wants in bed…and he always delivers. Going from town to town, he fulfills a woman’s most intimate, sexual fantasies.

A one-night stand she’ll never regret.

He has the power to give each woman what she needs, whether it’s oral/anal sex, BDSM, ménage, foreplay, sex toys, role playing, etc. He takes on whatever persona necessary to focus on her needs, her emotional core.

Her sexual adventure takes center stage in every Hunter story.

In “Breaking the Rules,” Elaine is a rules-kind-of-girl, whether it’s at work or in the bedroom. She sets out on journey of self-discovery when she meets the Hunter, who shows her that rules are made to be broken.

The Hunter is coming to your town…are you ready?

Excerpt from “Breaking the Rules:” 

“I'd like to interview you for my book,” said the Hunter, looking at her crossed bare legs under the table. Without thinking about the consequences, she uncrossed them.

“Me? A legal secretary?” she said, closing her laptop. That was a silly thing to say. As if she had no identity other than what she did for a living. That didn’t surprise her. She'd been so focused on her job, she hadn't had a date in months. Not since Hank broke up with her via a text message.

“I think you'd make an interesting chapter, Elaine.” He put his hand on her knee, making her stiffen.

“I don't read those kinds of books,” she said, avoiding his gaze. It was a lie. She did read them, the ones with the highlander heroes and the bold heroines. She loved staying up all night reading a spicy novel, a vibrator in one hand and an e-book reader in the other.

The battery gave out before she finished the book.  

“No harm in asking,” he said, offering her a lemon drop. She shook her head. “You look like the adventurous type.”

“No way. I play by the rules,” she blurted out, then wished she hadn't. Hank had made it clear she was anything but adventurous. Boring but dependable, like her white cotton panties.

No wonder he fell for a girl who went commando.

“Bet I could change your mind.” He popped another lemon drop into his mouth and began sucking on it, licking his lips in a provocative manner that mesmerized her. Made her wish she had the courage to allow him to focus his attention on her throbbing clit.

But that, too, was against the rules.

She said, “I bet you couldn't.”

“I'd like to try.” He took her hand in his under the table and squeezed it, then stroked her palm with his fingers, sending tiny shivers through her.

It seemed natural for her to squeeze back, a heat rising in her that begged to ignite and forget he was a stranger. To let him do with her as he pleased. 

Why not? For a reason she didn’t understand, she felt close to him, like she knew him. As if he were one of the scowling heroes she swooned over in the novels she read.

A modern-day warrior rescuing a lady in distress in the midst of battle.

She let her natural instincts take over when he blew in her ear, making her tremble with pleasure. A sigh that turned into a moan escaped from her lips. A sound of frustration that was an invitation for him to take her where she wanted, where she needed, to go.

Over the edge. With him.

She turned her face toward him, her eyes questioning. She didn't protest when he pulled her to her feet and urged her to follow him into a dark corner. Before she could take a breath, his arms were around her, his firm lips on hers and, finding no resistance, she felt his tongue probing her mouth, searching and exploring her inner recesses as if she were already naked.

She grabbed his shoulders and he drew her closer to him, crushing her breasts up against his bare chest. Feeling the warmth of his body against hers, she couldn't stop rubbing against him and delighting in the sensation of her hardened peaks skimming over his chest, her breasts aching for his touch.

Elaine panicked. The idea excited her, but he wouldn't reach through her blouse to fondle her breasts, squeeze her nipples, not here.

Would he?


TITANIC RHAPSODY -- my romance novel about the ship of dreams will be available from Ellora's Cave in 2012.

More info in my next blog...

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Exciting news for all!

I know it's not my usual Saturday, but I can't hold it in for a whole week...
If you have a Kindle, I can sign your ebook! I'm serious! Kindlegraph allows authors to add a personal message and their signatire to your ebook, electronically.

Check it out! My author page is located at:

You need a Twitter account to sign in, but after that you're golden. I can't wait to see how it works, so give it a try!

Ashlyn Chase

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Naughty Paris a la Kindle

It's always fun to see a book that's been out for awhile hop onto the new technology. My Spice novel, "Naughty Paris" [Read an Excerpt here] was in the Top Ten Spice novels last week at the Kindle Store.

Here is a video I made about Naughty Paris when I was at the Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris between flights.

Naughty Paris on Air France Flight #2226 from Paris to Venice from Jina on Vimeo.

Want something fun and sexy to read on your next airline flight? Check out Naughty Paris by Jina Bacarr, a time travel about the raucous and erotic world of 1889 Paris.

Jina talks about her Spice book aboard Air France Flight # 2226 from Paris, France to Venice, Italy. For more info:

Also available as an e-book. Check it out at the Kindle Store.