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The Box Set is here!!
The box set is now out! The entire four book series, now out on Amazon. 

Connor Beauregard is no stranger to audacious dreams, but when he stumbles upon the golden ticket—medical marijuana legalization—he's ready to turn the world into his playground. In the heart-pounding Cannabis Preacher series, join Connor, his best friend Rafael, the magnetic Kayla Montecito and the mysterious Al Ivers as they navigate the treacherous landscape of high-stakes finance, legal drug dealing, and the elusive pursuit of success. As fortunes rise and fall, alliances shift, and danger looms, the series guarantees an adrenaline-fueled ride through the ruthless world of corporate greed, money and deals. Brace yourself for a roller-coaster of ambition, betrayal, and unexpected alliances as Connor's journey unfolds across four gripping novels. In the ruthless landscape of the cannabis industry, our characters face not only cutthroat competition and relentless financial pressures but also the constant threat of betrayal from those they trust. As they navigate a world where fortunes can be made or lost overnight, the personal stakes intensify, weaving a narrative that explores the delicate balance between ambition, loyalty, and the harsh realities of an industry that demands everything and forgives nothing.

The Cannabis Preacher box set is your ticket to an immersive experience, featuring nearly half a million words of edge-of-your-seat action and twists that will keep you guessing until the very end. Are you ready to take the plunge into the gripping unknown?

Find out what the hype is all about. Check it out on Amazon and thinkingdogpublishing.com. #boxset #thrillerbooks #thrillerseries #indieauthor #thrillerbooktok #thinkingdogpublishing #crime #suspense

 

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