Books to Go Now at www.bookstogonow.com prides ourselve with representing great stories at low prices.

We want to take you into the digital age offering a market that will allow you to grow along with us in our journey through the new frontier of digital publishing.

Some of our favorite award-winning authors have now joined us. We welcome readers and writers into our community.

We want to make sure that as a reader you are supplied with never-ending great stories. Books to Go Now wants to make sure its readers and writers are supplied with positive experiences so they will return again and again.

Our prices are low - starting at .99!

We want to hear from you. Our readers and writers are the cornerstone of our company. If there is something you would like to say or a genre that you would like to see, please email us at bookstogonow @ gmail.com

If you enjoyed The Christmas Horse look for Jennifer Conner’s Other Christmas Stories:

Christmas Chaos

Josiane shifted the large Christmas goodie basket she’d bought at the market to her hip. When the elevator door opened she stepped in. The tall man in front of her moved to the side to allow room for her and the basket.

“I thought I was the only one left in the building,” the man said in a deep voice. “It looks like all the offices are empty and I didn’t see many around the condos.”

Josiane surveyed the man’s dusty cargo pants and Carhartt jacket. “Are you in construction here in the building?” she asked.

“This week, I am.” He smiled. A dimple made an indent in his cheek. He was awfully cute. Dark hair. Deep blue eyes. Her holiday dream package.

“And next week?”

“It depends on if I survive this week.”

Josiane laugh was cut short when the elevator shuddered and shook. The light overhead snapped off and left them in the dark. She let out a little yelp and heard the man next to her swear under his breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and grasped her elbow.

“Yes… no. I’ve never really liked elevators. I usually take the stairs, but I was trying to hurry.”

“A bad elevator experience?”

“No, not really,” Josiane answered. “Too many horror movies. Where the doors open between floors, she tries to climb out… and you know.”

He squeezed her elbow tighter. “I don’t suggest either one of us climb anywhere. Do you have a cell phone? I left mine at my brother’s place.”

The dark was disorienting, so she thought she better set the basket on the floor. When she straightened, Josiane fished in her large leather purse. She swung her hand out with the phone and hit the solid wall of the man’s chest. “Sorry.” She let out a nervous laugh