Monday, February 8, 2016

Dish The Pie With Monique & Guest Peggy Jaeger: Chocolate Mousse-to-die-for & 3 Wishes #CandyHeartsRomance #TWRP

Dish The Pie With Monique & Peggy Jaeger

Today my guest on Dish The Pie is Peggy Jaeger, a fellow Candy Hearts author. We're talking about her new Candy Hearts story 3 Wishes, which is released today!  and Chocolate Mousse-to-die-for. Happy release day, Peggy, and welcome to Dish The Pie. The first thing I'd like to know is...

Do you like desserts? What is your favourite and would you share the recipe with us?

Peggy: Does Candy count as dessert? If so, then yes I do! My favourite has no recipe – it’s a Hershey’s kiss!

Monique: Hmmm... I guess dessert is whatever we deem it to be . But please tell me you have a lovely dessert recipe for us. Ah, I see that you do:
Chocolate Mousse-to-die-for!


Photo: Peggy Jaeger
21 chocolate sandwich cookies, crushed
1/4 cup butter, softened
1 cup heavy cream
1 (12 ounce) package semisweet chocolate chips
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 pinch salt
2 cups heavy cream
1/4 cup white sugar
1 cup heavy cream, chilled
1/4 cup white sugar


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (Grease a 9 inch springform pan with 2 3/4 inch sides.

2. In a medium bowl, mix together crushed cookies and softened butter or margarine. Press mixture evenly into greased pan. Bake for 5 minutes, then cool.

3. Combine 1 cup cream, chocolate, vanilla extract, and salt, in the top of a double boiler. Heat until chocolate is fully melted and mixture is smooth. Bring 1 cup cream to a boil on stovetop, then slowly pour cream into processor with blade running. Continue to process until mixture is smooth.

4. Pour chocolate mixture into a bowl and cool to room temperature, stirring occasionally.

5. In a large bowl, beat 2 cups chilled cream with 1/4 cup
Created by Crystal Swan for Dish The Pie With Monique
sugar. Beat until stiff peaks form. Fold whipped cream into chocolate mixture. Pour mixture into cooled crust.

6. Chill pie overnight before serving. Prior to serving, beat remaining 1 cup cream with 1/4 cup sugar until stiff, then pipe onto top of pie with a star tip, or place a spoonful on top of each slice.

Monique: Have you ever eaten pie for breakfast, Peggy? If so, what was it?

Peggy:  Nope, sorry. I’m not a pie girl.

Monique: Fair enough. Which season (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter) is your favourite and why?

Peggy: I favour Autumn the best. I live in the North East of America, New England to be precise, and we have the most amazing Autumn season. The colors start to turn from green to red to orange to yellow in a patchwork of gorgeousness in September and go straight through until November. We have a cottage industry in these parts called LEAF PEEPING SEASON where tourists come from all over the world to get a view of the beauty that is our region.

Monique: Sounds delightful. Are you married? How did you meet your husband? How did he propose? How long have you been together?

Peggy: I am married. Dec. 26th it was 28 years. We met over a patient who was getting a urinary catheter inserted – hubby is a doc and I am a nurse! Not the most romantic way to meet your future partner, but hey! It worked for us.

Monique: Awww... What do you love most about him?

Peggy: Truly, he is one of the kindest human beings I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Monique: What is your concept of a romantic date?

Peggy: I’ll tell you about our first date because it sealed the deal for our relationship. We flew to Boston from NYC for the day. I’d never been on a plane before so that alone was exciting for me. We toured the historic city, had dinner in the famed North End and then flew back to NYC because he was on call the next night. Such a whirlwind in 15 hours! From that moment on I knew he was a man after my own adventurous heart.

Monique: How utterly romantic, Peggy! Sounds like something straight out of a romance novel! Speaking of romance novels, would you tell us a bit about your new release?

3 Wishes
A Candy Hearts Romance
Peggy Jaeger

Valentine’s Day is chocolatier Chloe San Valentino’s favorite day of the year. Not only is it the busiest day in her candy shop, Caramelle de Chloe, but it’s also her birthday. Chloe’s got a birthday wish list for the perfect man she pulls out every year: he’d fall in love with her in a heartbeat, he’d be someone who cares about people, and he’d have one blue eye and one green eye, just like her. So far, Chloe’s fantasy man hasn’t materialized, despite the matchmaking efforts of her big, close-knit Italian family. But this year for her big 3-0 birthday, she just might get her three wishes.

At about five minutes of ten I was almost ready to turn the Closed sign on the door when it opened. I heard Janie’s breath hitch and turned from where I was sweeping up. Staying open late is always a risk, with the thought thieves will invade at the end of the day.
If the guy standing at the door glancing around the shop was a thief, then Dio mio, I wanted to be robbed.
About six foot, his hair was the color of a deer’s pelt, with autumnal golds and browns shot together in a glorious patchwork that grazed the collar of his jacket and curled a little at the ends. He wore a faded brown bomber jacket over a shirt I couldn’t see, but he had shoulders almost as wide as my doorway. A pair of well-worn jeans covered his mile long legs, and the fabric on the stress points at his knees was practically white.
“We’re about to close,” I heard myself say. “Can I help you?”
It was at that moment he looked over at me.
His face could have been sculpted by Da Vinci or Michelangelo. A broad, smooth, forehead housed naturally arched eyebrows I knew some of my gay guy friends would have paid a fortune to have on their own faces. His cheeks were carved from marble, high, smooth and deep. And his mouth, mother-of-God, his mouth. Full, thick beautiful lips sat perfectly over a chin with a dent you could shove a button into and have it stay put.
“Sorry,” he said, those fabulous lips pulling up a little shyly at the corners. “I got stuck at work and couldn’t get here until now. I’ll be quick. Promise.”
So here’s the thing: the guy was gorgeous. But even if he’d looked like a frog with raw antipasto smothering his face, I would have dropped to my knees when he opened his mouth. Warm honey, a shot of raw whiskey, and a little hot puff of smoke wafted from his mouth like a fine and rare brandy being decanted.

Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance author who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can't live without them. 

Her current titles, available now, include SKATER'S WALTZ and THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, and FIRST IMPRESSIONS books 1 through 3 in her 6-book The MacQuire Women Series, published by The Wild Rose Press.

Peggy holds a master's degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer's Disease during her time running an Alzheimer's in-patient care unit during the 1990s. 

A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Dish The Pie With Monique & Guest Charlotte Cooper Peanut Butter Cookie Cups & REAL LOVE #CandyHeartsRomance #TWRP

Dish The Pie With Monique & Charlotte Cooper

Please help me welcome fellow Candy Hearts Romance author Charlotte Cooper to Dish The Pie. Today we'll be talking Peanut Butter–Chocolate Chip Cookie Cups and Real Love, her new Candy Hearts release.

Welcome to Dish The Pie, Charlotte. I think you know what my first question is going to be...

Do you like desserts? What is your favourite and would you share the recipe with us?

Charlotte: Without a second thought…YES!  These Peanut Butter-Chocolate Chip cups aren’t necessarily my favourite, but they are quick and simple and delicious.

Monique: Quick—simple— kinda pie! Tell us more. 

Charlotte: I hate to cook! In fact, until this Christmas I survived three years without an oven…so needless to say, baking isn’t a high priority. Having said that, I love these quick and easy “cookies” and make them regularly for barbeques and get togethers.

Peanut Butter–Chocolate Chip Cookie Cups 

You will need: 
Photo: Charlotte Cooper
1 roll chocolate chip cookie dough
36 small peanut butter cups


Cut cookie dough into thirds, and then cut each 3rd into three again.

You now have nine sections….divide each into quarters.  Total 36 pieces.

Spray a mini muffin pan and drop one quarter into each section.  (Since my pan only holds 12, I obviously do this process 3 times)

Bake for time on package.

Let cool for a minute or two, and then press the peanut butter cup into the middle of each cookie. Don’t cool too long or the cookie will harden and you won’t get the pb cup inserted.

Let cool completely before trying to remove from pan. 
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Monique: Have you ever eaten pie for breakfast? If so, what was it?

Charlotte: Quite often, actually.

Monique: What’s your favourite food?

Charlotte: I love a good steak, only to be seconded by a good burger. Where’s the beef?

Monique: I have to admit to not being a big fan of red meat. When was the last time you cried?

Charlotte: I’m a 14 year breast cancer survivor and I received a positive biopsy result just before Christmas. Needless to say, Christmas 2015 had its ups and downs. 

Monique: I’m so sorry to hear that, Charlotte. I pray all goes well and you make a complete and swift recovery. Sending you lots of love and hugs. Which season (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter) is your favourite and why?

Charlotte: Summer. If I had my choice, I’d live in shorts and flip flops all year round…not something that is done in Southern Ontario. I hate winter and snow, and we didn’t have any snow here until 12/29 and I was sooo loving  it! 

Monique: I’m a total summer girl too, and if there’s a beach in sight, I’m in heaven. Are you married? How did you meet your husband? How did he propose? How long have you been together?

Charlotte: My husband and I met the first week of university and dated for all 4 years. We got engaged but broke up before the wedding. We each went on to marry someone else, but then after those relationships failed, we ended up together again. 

He proposed while we were cleaning for a Christmas party. He then took the ring back so we could hide it from the party guests.  When he then announced our engagement at the party, he pulled out a ring that was twice the size of the one from earlier that day. 

Monique: Oh, Charlotte, how utterly romantic! I love reunion/second chance romances, and yours sounds like it ought to be told. Speaking of which, would you tell us a bit about your new release?

Real Love
A Candy Hearts Romance
Charlotte Cooper

As a young girl, Monda was placed into the tutelage of Mistress Teevac. Trained to use her empathic skills and educated in the ways to please a man, Monda is on her way to her new mate and master when her spaceship crashes. Rescued by a handsome space lieutenant, who literally makes her heart race, Monda’s eyes and heart are opened to new possibilities.

When Lieutenant Patrick Lancaster looks at the exotic Monda, he sees beautiful not alien. With an instinct to protect her and the desire to have her, he’d be honored to call her his own, but the starts have something else in mind. Or do they? 

Her face more angular than most. Her lips, thick. A constant pout, like she waited to be kissed. When he looked at her big blue eyes and long blue eyelashes, he thought exotic, not alien. 

“Monda.” He reached to wipe the tear. No, it was not his place. He shoved his hand into his pocket. “I didn’t mean you. I don’t think of you as alien. I meant other aliens, like the green guys from Salvador. Have you seen them? About a meter high with pointed teeth. You can’t tell the males from the females except when they have their armor off.” He wanted to pull her into a hug. To comfort her and show her how sorry he felt. But she was promised to another, and while he might be an idiot, his mother also raised him as a gentleman. “Really, Monda, I’m sorry.”

“I know,” she whispered.

 “What I mean is you’re an alien but not an alien. You don’t look like an alien. Of course any guy would be honored to have a girlfriend like you.”

“Any guy, but you.”

Charlotte Copper lives in Stouffville, Ontario - that's in Canada, eh. When she isn't working at her full-time job, Charlotte likes to craft, read, go to movies, and, of course, write. Charlotte hopes to have all of her stories published some day because, as a romance writer, she believes in happy endings!

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Monday, January 18, 2016

Dish The Pie with Monique and Guest...Marissa Garner FBI series & Hot Fudge #Pie #RomSus

Dish The Pie  With Monique & Marissa Garner

We're starting this week with another treat for you. Today Marissa Garner is joining me to dish the pie on her new FBI romantic suspense series, and she'll also be sharing her recipe for Hot Fudge Pie. Marissa, a warm welcome to Dish The Pie. I think you know my first question is always going to be about the pie, right? So, tell me, Marissa...

Do you like desserts? What is your favourite and would you share the recipe with us?

Marissa: Love, love, looove desserts. Just about anything chocolate gets a high ranking, but this Hot Fudge Pie is definitely #1. I hope you enjoy it.

Monique: You had me at fudge, hunny! Let's not keep the readers waiting.

Photo: Marissa Garner

1 can sweetened condensed milk (not evaporated milk)
¾ cup water
3 egg YOLKS
12 oz bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 tsp vanilla
Dash of salt
Baked, deep-dish piecrust

Created by Crystal Swan for Dish The Pie With Monique

In a heavy, medium-sized saucepan, whisk sweetened condensed milk, water, and egg yolks together until thoroughly blended. Then heat over medium heat, stirring continuously. When hot, add chocolate chips, vanilla, and salt. Continue to cook until mixture thickens and turns glossy. Pour into already baked piecrust. Top with meringue and brown lightly OR let cool and top with whipped cream before serving. Enjoy!

Monique: Oh, we will! Have you ever eaten pie for breakfast, Marissa? If so, what was it?

Marissa: That’s rather personal, don’t you think? Any question starting with “Have you ever…” can raise some rather serious issues. But since pie for breakfast isn’t too serious, I’ll dish just for you, Monique. The day after July 4th, the pie is apple. After Thanksgiving, pumpkin pie is yummy in the morning. And the day after I made the Hot Fudge Pie for this picture, guess what I enjoyed for breakfast.

Monique: Haha... "Have you ever" can also be the beginning of a really cool game. I see you have a strategy...a pie for every occasion...I like it! Are you married? How did you meet your husband?

Marissa: Yes, I’m very happily married. We met at college, taking a class in one of those theatre-style classrooms. He says he noticed my legs first. Hmmm.

Monique: Aww...yeah, it's never our brain, is it?? What do you love most about him?

Marissa: He’s my rock and the wind beneath my wings. Yes, I believe a person can be both.  

Monique: You lucky girl! What is your idea of an ideal vacation?

Marissa: I love going to new places and doing new things. It can be as simple as visiting a national park or as extravagant as a Mediterranean cruise. My husband shares this philosophy, so we’ve taken many diverse trips. We’ve travelled from Athens to Anchorage to Acapulco. Not all in one vacation, mind you. I’ve enjoyed the thrill of hiking on a live volcano and a receding glacier. Recently, we explored Yellowstone National Park for the first time, and it was amazing.

Monique: Wow! I'm kinda tethered to the home front at the moment, but I love to armchair travel. Bet you have some amazing memories! Share one fact about yourself that might be surprising.

Marissa: I learned to belly dance. My husband enjoyed it more than I did.

Monique: Next stop...pole dancing...

Thank you so much for dishing the pie with me today, Marissa. Please tell us a bit about your new series.

HUNTED (FBI Heat Book 1) 
by Marissa Garner

Published by Grand Central/Forever Yours

Hot agents on explosive cases in the FBI Heat series: For San Diego’s elite FBI agents, risking their lives is standard procedure when it comes to capturing the city’s most dangerous criminals—but falling in love is the greatest risk of all.  

Catching bad guys in San Diego’s underworld isn’t just FBI Special Agent Ben Alfren’s job, it’s his life. He doesn’t have time for a serious relationship, doesn’t want one either. So when he meets his sexy new neighbor, Amber Jollett, he has nothing more in mind than unwinding with a glass of wine, a romantic walk on the beach…and maybe a hot fling.

But Amber is more than he bargained for. Hunted by an obsessed ex-boyfriend, the fiercely independent nurse chooses fight over flight for the chance at a future with her hot, blue-eyed neighbor. When she gets caught up in Ben’s plans to rescue five kidnapped women, their lives get entangled and their attraction flares into passion. But they’ll learn that in this dangerous game of cat and mouse, real love can save—or doom—them . . .

The man in the gray hoodie was watching her. Amber Jollett couldn’t see his face, but he was the right height and build. Even from the opposite street corner, the intensity of his stare bored into her. She shivered despite the sunny morning.

Her focus never wavered as she slid behind two people. The man’s head turned with her movement.

The traffic light changed, and the crowd surged forward. Amber’s hand dug into her purse until it gripped reassuring metal. Weaving between bodies, she moved to the outside edge to put as much distance as possible between her and the man before the other pedestrians passed on the street. With each step, her heart beat faster.

Halfway across, the man reached up, pulled back the hood…and smiled. Straight black hair. Almond-shaped eyes. Asian features.

Not him.

Amber’s knees went weak with relief.

Not him. Not this time.

A car horn blared. She jumped and spun around to find a taxi idling a few feet away, its driver gesturing impatiently for her to get out of the way. Waving an apology, she scurried across the street. She found a spot out of the pedestrian flow next to the corner of a building. She needed a moment to quiet her nerves.

She braced her hands on the knees of her pastel pink nurse’s scrubs, inhaled deep breaths, and released them slowly. Fear began to fade as calm returned.

Damn you, Jeremy Nelson. I want my life back.

Amber grimaced and closed her eyes. It was starting all over again. Two years had passed since she’d broken up with her obsessed boyfriend, but he continued to stalk her. Restraining orders and calls to law enforcement had proved useless. Now she alone was responsible for her safety. She’d lived in Coronado, across the bay from San Diego, for only two months. But two or three months was the amount of time it normally took for Jeremy to find her. From now on, she would have to be on constant alert. The worst part was imagining him wearing every hoodie, hiding in every shadow, or following in every vehicle. Usually, she didn’t wait for an actual sighting—that would be too late. No, she couldn’t hesitate. Once her instincts told her he was closing in, she had to move on. She cringed. How much longer will I be hunted?
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Marissa is a wife, writer, chocoholic, and animal lover, not necessarily in that order. As a little girl, she cut pictures of people out of magazines and turned them into characters in her stories. Now she writes edgy romantic thrillers and steamy contemporary romance. She lives in SoCal with her husband, but enjoys traveling from Athens to Anchorage and many locations in between.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Dish The Pie With Monique And Guest...Elizabeth Bailey #Romantic #Suspense & Yummy Sticky Marmalade and Banana Bake

Dish The Pie with Monique and Elizabeth Bailey

We're back with another Dish The Pie guest. Please help me welcome Historical author Elizabeth Bailey. She's here today to dish the pie on Silence of a Stranger, her Romantic Suspense novella, and to share a recipe with us. Yummy Sticky Marmalade and Banana Bake is Elizabeth's very own creation. 

So, tell me, Elizabeth...

Do you like desserts? What is your favourite and would you share the recipe with us?

Elizabeth: I love desserts but I’m horribly deprived these days as I’m off sugar. But I did treat myself to my favourite Christmas Pudding on Christmas Day. No recipe for that as I buy the most nutty one I can find and shove it in the microwave! Once hot it is covered in boiling brandy and set alight. Then grab your serving, cover in brandy butter and cream and stuff your face.

But I will share a very easy unnamed recipe of my invention which has a similar effect of yummy stickiness.

Monique: Can’t wait! Here's the recipe, guys.

Yummy Sticky Marmalade and Banana Bake


Any packet of old biscuits too soft to eat (for UK biscuits read cookies in the US)
Alcohol of choice (sherry or port is good)
Cream if you wish


Bash up the biscuits into chunky crumbs and lay them in bottom of oven dish.

Splash in as much alcohol as you like, spreading it about.

Add a layer of thickly sliced banana.

Spoon marmalade over the top.

Bake in the oven for about 15-20 mins.

Serve hot, with or without cream.

Sticky and yummy.
Created by Crystal Swan for Dish The Pie With Monique

Monique: Have you ever eaten pie for breakfast? If so, what was it?

Elizabeth: I have eaten a pork pie in the morning, a mini one, but can’t remember if that was breakfast or not. I love pork pies, a traditional British pie so I don’t know if you have them in the States, and I like them hot so pop them in the microwave. Never buy cheap pork pies! Just not the same. Always worth spending an extra few pence to get the better flavour.

Monique: Pork pie wasn’t the sort of pie I had in mind, but since you’re off sugar I’ll let you get away with it. What sort of things do you find funny, Elizabeth?

Elizabeth: I’m a sucker for wacky humour that is also clever like Monty Python, and I love witty stuff like Noel Coward. Friends is right up my funny bone. The gags that get me on Facebook are those which take something well known and give it a silly twist. The antics of cats are funny, and dogs just have to trot along the road to make me laugh. I laugh a lot. Life is often funny.

Monique: You're a girl after my heart, Elizabeth. I love to laugh and do a lot of it, although I have to admit that even after living in the UK for over 30 years, I still don’t get British humour... When was the last time you cried?

Elizabeth:  When I was writing a scene in my current novel the other day. And don’t get me started on sad moments in movies! I once started crying at the last half hour of The Champ and I hadn’t even seen the film. Funnily enough, I don’t cry about life much if it’s my story. Far more likely to cry in sympathy with others.

Monique: I adore authors who can make me laugh and cry. Those are the books I treasure. Which season (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter) is your favourite, Elizabeth, and why?

Elizabeth: I love Autumn (or Fall) because of the colours. I wait for the leaves to turn gold and red and am always disappointed if the winds blow them away before I get a chance to admire them. Also it’s never that cold in our Autumn in the UK, so the horrible weather hasn’t set in yet. Of course it rains, but then it always does over here!

Monique: My mum loves Autumn also. I’m not a fan. I do hope we have more of a Summer this year. I’m so over the stormy weather. Describe your view of bliss?

Elizabeth:  A slow hot bath with lots of bubbles, followed by a comfortable bed and a really good book. I’m not that hard to please really. I usually do the bed and book on a daily basis, but the hot bath tends to be in the mornings and it isn’t nearly as blissful that way round. Oh, and add hot chocolate and I’d be in heaven.

Monique: Oh...utter bliss.

Thank you so much for dishing the Pie with me, Elizabeth. Would you please tell us a bit about your book?

Silence of a Stranger
Elizabeth Bailey

A Romantic Suspense Novella

Her car broken down, Bea Russell goes for help and walks straight into hell. Three armed men and no answers. Held captive, strip searched, her dignity in shreds, Bea is horrified when she responds to the attraction of the man who grabbed her out of the dark.

Who is the fugitive Rad? Escaped rapist or spy? No one will talk. Yet Bea is forced to share the danger, fleeing across rough fields in the deep night hours. At a deserted house by the sea, she looks fate in the eye. One wrong move could change her life forever.

Bea crossed over to the desk and glanced furtively at the papers. They looked like letters. One with a signature lay on top: Rad.

‘Haven’t you taken off those wet things yet?’ said his voice from the doorway.

Bea jumped, looking round.

‘You told me to wait.’

He threw her a large towel and she caught it, hardly aware that she did so as she heard his next curt command.

‘Strip off.’


‘You heard.’

His manner unsettled Bea. In the kitchen, he had seemed to champion her against the others to some degree. Alone with her, he had grown harsh, as grim a captor as Lyle was proving to be.

As she stood there, uncertain, she saw him begin to undress himself, ripping off his jumper to expose the bare tanned flesh of his chest.

‘Get on with it,’ he snapped, without looking round, and she quickly turned away as he began to peel off his jeans.

With caution, Bea took off her jacket and slid the damp sneakers off her feet. She sat on the bed to remove her socks.

‘Get off there, idiot! You’ll make the duvet damp.’

She leapt up again.

‘You don’t have to shout.’

Rad wrapped a towel about his waist and slipped his underwear down beneath it. His eyebrow lifted as she stared.

‘Did you think I was going to stay in wet clothes just to spare you embarrassment?’

‘You could have gone into another room.’

‘And leave you to palm anything you want to hide?’

It took a full minute for the significance of this to penetrate. Appalled, Bea gazed at him.

‘You’re not going to stand there and watch me undress.’


A cold monosyllable, as he dug into the chest of drawers. He glanced at her over his shoulder.

‘I’m supposed to search you, remember? Now strip off as I told you, and be quick about it.’

Bea trembled, half in anger, half in fear. What had she got herself into? Defiant, she glared at him.

‘What if I refuse?’

He threw a sweatshirt onto the bed and paused.

‘I can easily hand over the job to Tate or Lyle if you prefer. I can assure you their search would be far more thorough—and far more intimate.’

I grew up in Africa on a diet of unconventional parents, theatre and Georgette Heyer. Eventually I went into acting and trod the boards in England until the writing bug got me, when I changed to teaching and directing while penning historical romances and edgy women’s fiction. My 8 year apprenticeship ended with publication by Mills & Boon, and 18 historicals. Latterly I had two historical mysteries published by Berkley and I’m hoping to release more Lady Fan novels. Meanwhile, it’s wonderful to be able to return to my first love and put out new and old releases in ebook.