Tales From a Second Hand Wand Shop- Book 1: They Were the Best of Gnomes. They Were the Worst of Gnomes

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Two Gnomes combine their used wand shops hoping to increase profits. They get magic, mischief, and mayhem for their trouble. They also get ruthless invading Halflings (book 2), one of them captured by cannibal Elves (book 3), girlfriends who are black widows (book 4), and a long-lost treasure (book 5).
Prepare yourself for action, adventure, and a love story here and there.
And, of course belching, cavorting Gnomes.

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Author Name : Robert P. Wills

     I am a retired Military Intelligence Chief Warrant Officer Four from the U.S. Army. As with most retired folks, I have moved (with my long-suffering wife) to Kissimmee, Florida. We are enjoying the wild and crazy lifestyle that is empty nesting. By that I mean on Friday nights we are in our pajamas by 6PM. Along with this writing thing I am doing, I am an avid inventor with three patents under my belt (6,559,556, 7,293,681, and 8,561,951), and several innovations in my gara... err secret laboratory. My second invention the World's Greatest Garden Hose Guide is currently available on Amazon. When I can keep it in stock. I believe my manufacturers are cleverly disguised Orcs. If that wasn't enough, I also have a marginally successful wand business on Etsy under the name SecondHandSorcery where customers are routinely insulted by Grimbledung. The odd part is that they seem to like it. I sell my inventions under the name SixToes Innovations- a US Veteran owned company. Buy American, people!

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