We've started the last day of 2019. For some people living down under, it soon will be 2020. We still have to wait a bit less than 13 hours.
We got back from our trip to Egypt Saturday night. We had a great time (will tell more about it in my travel blog) and have seen a great deal. We stayed in Cairo, but made trips to the Giza plateau (with the pyramids and sfinx), to Fayoum oasis (where we could ride a 4x4 into the desert and see prehistorical remains of ancient whales, mysterious lakes and waterfalls), to Alexandria (still lots of Roman remains). We had a great guide for three of our trips, named Youssef El-samak. This guy really did his utmost to make our day memorable.
Normally we would have been at the seaside right now, but my sister is tired and so we decided to stay home and just be lazy!
Which just leaves me to wish everybody who reads this all the best for 2020! Most of all, a good health and happiness in all you do.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Friday, December 20, 2019
It's gonna be a green, green Christmas...
When I opened my eyes this morning, it was raining very hard. Heard it splashing everywhere. It's a bit better by now, although it's still not completely dry.
The predictions for the coming days are pretty much the same. Some dry days, other full of rain. But no snow or cold in sight. Perhaps the earth is heating up after all. Christmas will be a green affair, although the temperature is expected to drop a bit (around 6° Celsius).
For us, it will be a sunny Christmas, as we'll be staying in Egypt shortly. So I want to take this opportunity to wish all my readers a Merry and Joyous Christmas, and of course all the best for the coming 2020. Most of all a good health, as this is the most important thing in the world.
The predictions for the coming days are pretty much the same. Some dry days, other full of rain. But no snow or cold in sight. Perhaps the earth is heating up after all. Christmas will be a green affair, although the temperature is expected to drop a bit (around 6° Celsius).
For us, it will be a sunny Christmas, as we'll be staying in Egypt shortly. So I want to take this opportunity to wish all my readers a Merry and Joyous Christmas, and of course all the best for the coming 2020. Most of all a good health, as this is the most important thing in the world.
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Which gift would you like to receive?
Finding the correct present for someone isn't always easy. You have to know the person very well to know what they truly like to get. So it's better to play on the safe side.
Unless getting a present for my sister, I prefer to get a gift certificate for a shop where you can find almost anything. I guess the person who gets the certificate will find something he/she likes to have, right?
Personally, I also prefer a gift certificate - more especially one for Amazon. Just give me money to spend on books, and then I'm happy. What I also appreciate, is a big hamper filled with all kinds of goodies. Wine and chocolate won't go amiss either.
For my sister, much the same can be said, although she likes to be surprised. I once ordered a buffet with champagne when we arrived some place right on her birthday. She hadn't expected that, and enjoyed it a lot.
What do you like to get or give? Any tips will always be appreciated!
Unless getting a present for my sister, I prefer to get a gift certificate for a shop where you can find almost anything. I guess the person who gets the certificate will find something he/she likes to have, right?
Personally, I also prefer a gift certificate - more especially one for Amazon. Just give me money to spend on books, and then I'm happy. What I also appreciate, is a big hamper filled with all kinds of goodies. Wine and chocolate won't go amiss either.
For my sister, much the same can be said, although she likes to be surprised. I once ordered a buffet with champagne when we arrived some place right on her birthday. She hadn't expected that, and enjoyed it a lot.
What do you like to get or give? Any tips will always be appreciated!
Sunday, December 15, 2019
Salvaging Love
Please welcome author Sara Ohlin today. Sara's doing a virtual book blast tour for Salvaging Love, a contemporary romance available as from December 3rd from Totally Bound Publishing. The book blast tour will take place from today until December 20th.
Sara Ohlin will be awarding a $20 Amazon/Barnes&Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link to place your comment:
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3256/
Blurb
Excerpt
Author bio and links
Sara Ohlin will be awarding a $20 Amazon/Barnes&Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link to place your comment:
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3256/
Blurb
Animals aren’t the only thing that need rescuing when a sexy
veterinarian encounters a hot-headed attorney…
Perfectly content saving animals at her clinic in a charming but
run-down neighborhood, veterinarian Ellie Blevins slams into new landlord,
Jackson Kincaid, who plans to turn her beloved block of buildings into condos.
Intrigued by Ellie, hot-shot defense attorney Jackson gives her
one month to convince him not to put his gentrification plans into progress.
Attraction soon sizzles between them, but when Jackson makes his desires known,
Ellie’s vulnerable heart doesn’t know what to think.
She wants to trust the sinfully handsome Jackson, just as he wants
to gain her trust, but finding their way to love isn’t easy when her traumatic
past and his criminal clients could sabotage their relationship for good.
Can the enchanting veterinarian and the brooding attorney fight
the demons from the past…and build a new future?
Excerpt
“Jackson?”
“I want to be the only one who gets
that soft, intimate ‘Hey’ from you.”
What? “I’m confused,” she said
quietly.
“I’m not,” he said. “I like the way
you look, your gorgeous skin, that cute break in your nose, although I doubt
I’d like the way you broke it.”
No, he absolutely would not, she
thought, sucking in a breath.
“I like the way you talk to your
dogs, the way when you say ‘Hi’ to people you make every single one of them
feel special. I fucking love the way your hazel eyes get darker when you’re
fighting with me, the confusion in your face when I catch you off guard. You’ve
got a fucking fantastic body, and that’s only from seeing you in your scrubs
and your sexy yoga pants and I bet I’d like what’s hidden underneath. I like
the way your soft voice hits me, the way you smile at everything, except when
you’re pissed, which I might like even more. I don’t want the month to learn
why a bunch of buildings are worth saving, I want to spend the month getting to
know you. Still confused?”
Stunned was more like it. He liked
her in her yoga pants? Her nose that was so far from model perfect she could
not even go there?
“Ellie? Are you still confused?”
“No?” she squeaked out, but it was
definitely a question, because, hell yes, she was still confused. Was he high?
Or blind? Maybe both?
He laughed. “We’ll get there. How
was the rest of your day?”
Author bio and links
Puget
Sound based writer, Sara Ohlin is a mom, wannabe photographer, obsessive
reader, ridiculous foodie, and the author of the contemporary romance novels,
Handling the Rancher, Salvaging Love and the upcoming contemporary romance
Seducing the Dragonfly.
She
has over fifteen years of creative non-fiction and memoir writing experience,
and you can find her essays at Anderbo.com, Feminine Collective, Mothers Always
Write, Her View from Home, and in anthologies such as Are We Feeling Better
Yet? Women Speak about Healthcare in America, Take Care: Tales, Tips, &
Love from Women Caregivers, and Chicken Soup for the Soul.
Although
she’s the author of many essays about life, grief, motherhood and the
connections we make through delicious food and shared meals, Sara loves
creating imaginary worlds with tight-knit communities in her romance novels.
She credits her mother, Mary, Nora Roberts and Rosamunde Pilcher for her love
of romance.
If
she’s not reading or writing, you will most likely find her in the kitchen
creating scrumptious meals with her two kids and amazing husband, or perhaps
cooking up her next love story.
She
once met a person who both “didn’t read books” and wasn’t “that into food” and
it nearly broke her heart.
Links
Website:
https://saraohlin.com
Twitter
https://twitter.com/SaraOhlin222
Instagram
= http://www.instagram.com/saraohlin222
Pinterest
= http://www.pinterest.com/saraohlin/
Buy links
Totally
Bound https://www.totallybound.com/book/salvaging-love
Friday, December 13, 2019
The power of opera
In the hour preceding this moment, I've been listening to some great aria's from famous opera's. I on't know why, but most of these have the power to move me, give me goosebumps. Although some of the modern music is not bad either, it just doesn't have what opera has. Some songs from the musical theatre come up quite near, though. Just think of hearing Karim Karimloo singing "Till I hear your sing again" from Love Never Dies, or listening to Sierra Boggess performing 'Thinking of you" during the 25th Anniversary of Phantom of the Opera.
What do you think? I don't pretend to know everything about opera, and don't like all plays. But I do like Puccini and Verdi, Bizet and even Wagner. I like to browse aria's at YouTube, and occasionally find unexpected jewels. Just some time ago, I found an audition for X-Factor from an unknown guy out of one or other Slavian state. What a voice! And such a cute guy, too. He sang Nessun Dorma and Ave Maria in quite a fascinating way. Earned a golden buzzer for it.
When I was younger, I often sat working (I used to have a whole attic at my disposition - had a space to sleep, a sitting area and a work desk) with Pavarotti, Careras or Domingo at the background. The work went better that way. And also for writing, my inspiration was fueled by the lovely aria's I put on.
Last year, I could persuade my sister to accompany me to an evening of opera in Antwerp. Normally she doesn't like it too much, but even she had to say it was quite good after the show. Next time I'll take her to see an entire opera, like /La Traviata or Carmen. She'll appreciate that as well.
What do you think? I don't pretend to know everything about opera, and don't like all plays. But I do like Puccini and Verdi, Bizet and even Wagner. I like to browse aria's at YouTube, and occasionally find unexpected jewels. Just some time ago, I found an audition for X-Factor from an unknown guy out of one or other Slavian state. What a voice! And such a cute guy, too. He sang Nessun Dorma and Ave Maria in quite a fascinating way. Earned a golden buzzer for it.
When I was younger, I often sat working (I used to have a whole attic at my disposition - had a space to sleep, a sitting area and a work desk) with Pavarotti, Careras or Domingo at the background. The work went better that way. And also for writing, my inspiration was fueled by the lovely aria's I put on.
Last year, I could persuade my sister to accompany me to an evening of opera in Antwerp. Normally she doesn't like it too much, but even she had to say it was quite good after the show. Next time I'll take her to see an entire opera, like /La Traviata or Carmen. She'll appreciate that as well.
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
Christmas is in the air
It's running up to Christmas. On the radio, you hear Christmas songs and when you go into town, all the shop windows are dressed with fir trees and glistening balls.
This is also the time of year when the days are the shortest. We call them the 'darkest days'. The light appears only around 9 am and by 4 pm it's getting dark once more. This reminds me - when I was writing The Gold Crucifix, there is a scene where the action takes place on a winter afternoon. I wrote somewhere the sun went down around 4.10 pm. One of my proofreaders (he was former CIA) actually went to look up the facts - and indeed, he found out that on that exact day in the 17th century, the sun went down on 4.13 pm. He wondered how I'd known that? Did I also make inquiries? Poor guy couldn't just imagine it is always like that, whether you're in the 21st or 17th century!
I quite like this time of year. It's the festive season and I also feel festive. My sister has her birthday on December 24th (friends often told my mother she should have waited one more day) and so I need to think every year of an original surprise for her. What makes this even more complicated is that most of the time we're not at home around that date. Last year we were in Mexico, now we'll be in Egypt.
Right now it's dry outside, but it has rained already in the morning and more rain is expected later today. The last months we've had lots of rain - and still they claim the water reserves are still too low, after two extremely dry summers.
This is also the time of year when the days are the shortest. We call them the 'darkest days'. The light appears only around 9 am and by 4 pm it's getting dark once more. This reminds me - when I was writing The Gold Crucifix, there is a scene where the action takes place on a winter afternoon. I wrote somewhere the sun went down around 4.10 pm. One of my proofreaders (he was former CIA) actually went to look up the facts - and indeed, he found out that on that exact day in the 17th century, the sun went down on 4.13 pm. He wondered how I'd known that? Did I also make inquiries? Poor guy couldn't just imagine it is always like that, whether you're in the 21st or 17th century!
I quite like this time of year. It's the festive season and I also feel festive. My sister has her birthday on December 24th (friends often told my mother she should have waited one more day) and so I need to think every year of an original surprise for her. What makes this even more complicated is that most of the time we're not at home around that date. Last year we were in Mexico, now we'll be in Egypt.
Right now it's dry outside, but it has rained already in the morning and more rain is expected later today. The last months we've had lots of rain - and still they claim the water reserves are still too low, after two extremely dry summers.
Monday, December 9, 2019
Quiet weekend at the coast
I'm just back from staying a couple of days at the coast. No, we didn't go because of the nice weather they predicted (it was very cloudy, and every now and then there was rain) but mainly because we needed to pick up some items for our upcoming trip.
We went outside when it was dry and on Sunday we went out to lunch. Two of our favorite restaurants have closed in Heist. Bartholomeus (2 Michelin stars) closes its doors because the chef wants to try out a new concept. And La Guera also closes because its chef wants to discover the world of cooking. He's going to travel for a couple of years.
So we're stuck with only one restaurant that maintains a certain standard. There are enough steak-frites places left, and a couple of bistro's that are quite decent, but to us that doesn't count as dining out. I'd like to eat things you can't prepare yourself.
y
Finally we booked a table at Brasserie Bristol, which comes highly recommended by chef Luc Bellinghs who writes articles for a major newspaper. In a contest of coast restaurants he organised last summer this one came out as his number one. And I must say, what we got yesterday was fine. More importantly, it didn't run havoc with my stomach or bowels! That means the chef doesn't use too much butter in his preparations (which chef Bart of Bartholomeus just loves). Also the wine of their wine list is of a very good quality and the prices are set not too steep.
Now it's pouring with rain and I hope it will dry up after noon, because I need to go to the supermarket to fetch food for tonight!
We went outside when it was dry and on Sunday we went out to lunch. Two of our favorite restaurants have closed in Heist. Bartholomeus (2 Michelin stars) closes its doors because the chef wants to try out a new concept. And La Guera also closes because its chef wants to discover the world of cooking. He's going to travel for a couple of years.
So we're stuck with only one restaurant that maintains a certain standard. There are enough steak-frites places left, and a couple of bistro's that are quite decent, but to us that doesn't count as dining out. I'd like to eat things you can't prepare yourself.
y
Finally we booked a table at Brasserie Bristol, which comes highly recommended by chef Luc Bellinghs who writes articles for a major newspaper. In a contest of coast restaurants he organised last summer this one came out as his number one. And I must say, what we got yesterday was fine. More importantly, it didn't run havoc with my stomach or bowels! That means the chef doesn't use too much butter in his preparations (which chef Bart of Bartholomeus just loves). Also the wine of their wine list is of a very good quality and the prices are set not too steep.
Now it's pouring with rain and I hope it will dry up after noon, because I need to go to the supermarket to fetch food for tonight!
Thursday, December 5, 2019
Time travel
Next year, the new Diana Gabaldon (Outlander) will be published. To prepare myself for it, I'm re-reading the novels in this series. This may take some time, because all novels are quite voluminous, and of course I also read other novels in-between!
The concept of time-travel is interesting, I think. As a young girl I often wondered how it would be to be transported into the seventeenth century and function at the court of England's Charles II. Was he really that fond of ladies???
And how would one feel that came from the Dark Middle Ages and found himself in the 21st century, with fast cars, planes, cell-phones and such?
As a novelist, you can do great things with these notions. A pity that going back/forth in time isn't actually possible (yet?). I wouldn't mind being a time-explorer. I've always been curious to find out things. As a toddler I wanted to feel how warm the stove was, so I just put my arm to it. Have had a burn scar for more than 20 years. But I knew a stove WAS hot.
What about you? Are you also curious to know about other times? Other experiences? If so, don't mind to share.
The concept of time-travel is interesting, I think. As a young girl I often wondered how it would be to be transported into the seventeenth century and function at the court of England's Charles II. Was he really that fond of ladies???
And how would one feel that came from the Dark Middle Ages and found himself in the 21st century, with fast cars, planes, cell-phones and such?
As a novelist, you can do great things with these notions. A pity that going back/forth in time isn't actually possible (yet?). I wouldn't mind being a time-explorer. I've always been curious to find out things. As a toddler I wanted to feel how warm the stove was, so I just put my arm to it. Have had a burn scar for more than 20 years. But I knew a stove WAS hot.
What about you? Are you also curious to know about other times? Other experiences? If so, don't mind to share.
Monday, December 2, 2019
His Salvation
Say hello to Michelle King! Michelle is doing a virtual book blast tour for His Salvation, a romantic suspense available as of November 26th. This book blast tour will run from December 2nd until December 16th, 2019.
Michelle will be awarding a $20 Amazon/Barnes&Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link to place your comment:
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3249/
Blurb
Author bio and links
Michelle will be awarding a $20 Amazon/Barnes&Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link to place your comment:
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3249/
Blurb
Will the woman he left behind a decade ago be His Salvation?
Seth McCullough left behind his high school sweetheart, Krista
Chancellor, determined to keep her safe. Running from his own demons, Seth
joined the military, hoping for a new start.
Ten years later, after experiencing psychological and physical
trauma, Seth takes a trip to Mexico for rest and relaxation. Waking up one
morning confused, bloody, and linked to multiple high profile murders, Seth is
sure he’s lost what little sanity he has left. Determined to find answers, Seth
reaches out to the only person he ever trusted, his old flame, Krista.
Now, Krista and Seth find themselves embroiled in an agenda too
terrifying to comprehend. Not sure who to trust, and looking for answers, will
the woman he left behind over a decade ago be His Salvation, or his ruin?
PLEASE NOTE: This is the second edition. It has extensive rewrites
and has been re-edited.
Author bio and links
Michelle
King lives in the Pacific Northwest with her four quirky and beautiful
children. She loves coffee, Superman, rollercoasters, and has an addiction to
chapstick.
She
works as a registered nurse and in her spare time writes novels. As a
multi-genre author, she has written in the categories of romance suspense,
young adult, women’s fiction, and literary fiction. She has won four literary
awards.
Social
links:
Buy the book at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0815R79LT/ref=x_gr_w_bb_sin
Sunday, December 1, 2019
Christmas With You
Let's welcome author Nan Reinhardt today. Nan's doing a virtual book blast tour for her contemporary romance, Christmas With You, available as of November 21st from Tule Publishing. This book blast tour will run from today until December 6th, 2019.
Nan Reinhardt will be awarding a set of six handmade wine charms and a $10 Starbucks gift card (US ONLY) to 5 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link to place your comment: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3208/
Blurb
Excerpt
Author bio and links
Nan Reinhardt will be awarding a set of six handmade wine charms and a $10 Starbucks gift card (US ONLY) to 5 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link to place your comment: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3208/
Blurb
She’s
loved him all her life… but will he be there when she needs him the most?
Disheartened
and adrift after being written out of a hit TV show, actor Aidan Flaherty
returns to his family’s historic winery, where he’s invested some of the
fortune he’s made. As the holidays approach, Aidan becomes intrigued with the
old showboat that’s dry-docked just east of town… and even more intrigued with
the daughter of his former mentor, who now owns it. He decides to buy the boat
and restore it to its former glory.
Single
mom Holly Santos is back in River’s Edge after her divorce and she is over men
in general and actors in particular. If she could only get rid of her father’s
old showboat, a source of fascination for her son, Mateo. She never expects her
old crush to walk into her tea shop or the fireworks that happen every time
they’re in the same room. Can Aidan convince her that he is determined to restore
their shared heritage on the showboat and that he’s home to stay?
Excerpt
“You have beautiful eyes.” Oh, good
God. The words were out before he could stop them. Immediately, he backpedaled.
“I’m not coming on to you, I swear, it’s just this is the first time I’ve
actually seen someone with violet eyes. I-I mean... in person.” Heat rose in
his cheeks. Blushing! Holy crap. He didn’t blush anymore—hadn’t in years.
She punched in his purchases. “Come
on, rock star. All those Hollywood starlets and groupies and not a single one
had eyes the same color as mine?” Her voice dripped sarcasm as she held out her
hand for his credit card. “It’s thirteen sixty with tax.”
He fumbled in his wallet for his
Amex Black card. “Why do you keep calling me that? I’m an actor, not a rock
star.”
“I’m using it generically.” She
passed the card back to him with another eye roll. “We don’t take Amex. What
else have you got?”
Biting his lip to keep from
expelling a frustrated breath, he handed over his VISA, the one where two
percent of the money he spent went to save the redwoods. If it impressed her at
all, she hid it well as she tapped the card on the screen, thrust it back at
him, and turned the screen around so he could sign it with his finger. He hated
doing that. His signature always ended up looking like his six-year-old niece,
Ali, had written it. “Thanks so much for opening up for me.”
“Don’t expect me to do it again.”
She walked swiftly around the counter to the door, twisted the key in the lock,
opened it, then stood glaring at him, one hand on her slim hip.
In that moment, Aidan could have
sworn they’d met before. “You look really familiar. Do I know you?”
Author bio and links
Nan
Reinhardt is a USA Today-bestselling author of romantic fiction for women in
their prime. Yeah, women still fall in love and have sex, even after 45!
Imagine! She is a wife, a mom, a mother-in-law, and a grandmother. Nan has been
a copyeditor and proofreader for over 25 years, and currently works on romantic
fiction titles for a variety of clients, including Avon Books, St. Martin’s
Press, Kensington Books, and Entangled Publishing, as well as for many indie
authors.
Although
she loves her life as an editor, writing is Nan’s first and most enduring
passion. Her latest series, Four Irish Brothers Winery, includes A Small Town
Christmas, Meant to Be, and the newly released, Christmas with You, all from
Tule Publishing. Nan is busy at work on Book 4 of the series, as well as
brewing a cozy mystery idea.
Visit
Nan’s website at www.nanreinhardt.com, where you’ll find links to all her books
as well as blogs about writing, being a Baby Boomer, and aging
gracefully…mostly. Nan also blogs every sixth Wednesday at Word Wranglers,
sharing the spotlight with five other romance authors and is a frequent
contributor the RWA Contemporary Romance blog, and she contributes to the
Romance University blog where she writes as Editor Nan.
Links:
Word
Wranglers: http://www.wordwranglers.blogspot.com/
RWA
Contemporary Romance blog: http://contemporaryromance.org/2018/03/awesome/
Romance
University blog: http://romanceuniversity.org/ru-contributors/
Amazon
Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Nan-Reinhardt/e/B007OYDC6O?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_5&qid=1570744315&sr=8-5
A
Small Town Christmas: https://www.amazon.com/Small-Christmas-Irish-Brothers-Winery-ebook/dp/B07HBZPKDH/
Meant
to Be: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07S7FW8BR/
Christmas
With You: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07YNZQCWX/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i7
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Audition
Today we welcome author Skye Warren. Skye is doing a virtual book blast tour for Audition, a contemporary romance available of of October 29th, 2019. This tour started on November 25th and ends today.
Skye Warren will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link to place your comment:
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3179/
Blurb
Excerpt
Author bio and links
Skye Warren will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link to place your comment:
Blurb
Blood
and sweat. Bethany Lewis danced her way out of poverty. She’s a world class
athlete… with a debt to pay.
Joshua
North always gets what he wants. And the mercenary wants Bethany in his bed. He
wants her beautiful little body bent to his will.
She
doesn’t surrender to his kiss.
He
doesn’t back down from a challenge.
It’s going to be a sensual fight… to the death.Excerpt
Blinding lights. Aching lungs.
Thunderous applause. The final show concludes the same way we rehearsed for
months, the same way we performed for weeks. My muscles know the movements
better than they understand rest. The prospect of after, of what comes next,
makes my breath catch. Even as the primas take their bows, relief echoes around
the stage. Vacations are planned. Relief for strained muscles. Everyone needs a
break, even professional athletes. I’m the only one onstage dreading it.
We bow and curtesy with practiced
grace. The curtain descends to the floor. Almost to the second we break
formation—a flock of crows startled from the woods. The more exuberant among
us, the young ones, the new ones, the ones using steroids, prance and jete
toward the dressing rooms. Most of us limp our way out. One hundred percent of
NFL players are injured every season. Professional dancing is the same. We hurl
our bodies through the air, forcing massive impact through tired joints night
after night. I catch my friend Marlena in my arms. Her face is white with pain.
“Ice,” she says. “Or better
yet—tequila.”
I push my shoulder under hers as we
exit the stage. “Don’t sell yourself short. You can have both.”
A delicate snort. “Not likely. We
have to smile and flirt with the old men with big, fat wallets. And for what? I
won’t be here next season. You won’t be, either.”
The reminder clangs inside me like a
copper bell. I won’t be coming to the New York City Ballet after the break. We
fall into our creaky chairs in the dressing room. “Are you going to miss it?”
“Miss it? Of course I’ll miss it.”
Marlena turned twenty-eight last month. It’s comfortably retirement age for a
dancer. “When the little children do their terrible pirouettes, when they
sneeze and throw up and cry all over my leotard, I’ll think fondly of the
beautiful art I left behind. Then I’ll be able to walk home. That won’t happen
if I try to dance another season.”
“You’ll make a wonderful teacher.
You know you were mine.” She didn’t teach me to dance. It was my first love,
before I learned to flip and contort myself. Before I ever leapt from a trapeze
bar.
Marlena taught me the ropes of the
ballet company when I joined two years ago. Most of them thought I wouldn’t last
a week. Some of them didn’t want me to. It’s a rigid world, the hierarchy
stacked with graduates of Juilliard or the John Cranko school.
I don’t have a pedigree.
All I have is a body that does what
it must, no matter how much it hurts.
Which means changing out of my
sweaty leotard into a fresh one. We’re contractually obligated to attend the
ball. Like Marlena said, we should smile and flirt with the high society people
who attend. Both the male and female dancers have to do it. It’s what convinces
the sponsors to write checks that will fund the next season. By the time
they’re rehearsing The Nutcracker I’ll be in New Orleans, the place I swore I’d
never return.
Author bio and links
Skye
Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dangerous romance. Her books
have sold over one million copies. She makes her home in Texas with her loving
family, sweet dogs, and evil cat.
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Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Christmas markets
Last weekend, the first of the major Christmas markets opened up to visitors - the one in Hasselt.
Recently, every village and town organises a Christmas market. We also have one here in Dendermonde, but it's more like the usual market on Mondays than a real Christmas market. If you want to see something nice and original, you have to go to the big cities.
Of course, the major Christmas markets are in Germany. Go to Cologne or Berlin, or Aachen, Düsseldorf, for instance. Or to Strassbourg or Colmar in France (which are in a region that used to belong to Germany). Also in some of the Baltic countries you find fine Christmas markets, like in Riga and Talinn.
But also here in Belgium the tradition is picking up and the major cities like Antwerp, Bruges and Brussels make a lot of efforts to have a splendid Christmas market. We intend to go to Brussels just before Christmas and see for ourselves.
I do like the atmosphere around Christmas. It gives a cozy feeling, all those little lights and decorated shop windows. At home we'll be putting up the decoration next Sunday as well.
Recently, every village and town organises a Christmas market. We also have one here in Dendermonde, but it's more like the usual market on Mondays than a real Christmas market. If you want to see something nice and original, you have to go to the big cities.
Of course, the major Christmas markets are in Germany. Go to Cologne or Berlin, or Aachen, Düsseldorf, for instance. Or to Strassbourg or Colmar in France (which are in a region that used to belong to Germany). Also in some of the Baltic countries you find fine Christmas markets, like in Riga and Talinn.
But also here in Belgium the tradition is picking up and the major cities like Antwerp, Bruges and Brussels make a lot of efforts to have a splendid Christmas market. We intend to go to Brussels just before Christmas and see for ourselves.
I do like the atmosphere around Christmas. It gives a cozy feeling, all those little lights and decorated shop windows. At home we'll be putting up the decoration next Sunday as well.
Monday, November 25, 2019
How swift a years goes by...
When I was a little kid, a year seemed to last for ages. Now that I'm into my sixties, they appear to go by in a blink.
It doesn't seem so long ago that we were celebrating New Year in Mexico. Can still hear the mariachi sing. And now it's almost the end of November. Only one more month to go until another new year.
Well, it has been an uneventful year this time. In 2018 I made two bad falls (I kip over more than once, as I fall easily over small things like borders, upturned stones etc.). Mostly when I fall I don't hurt myself (besides some scrapes) but in April and June of 2018 I managed to bruise my ribs and twice had a beautiful blue eye.
Will keep my fingers crossed that I don't fall in the coming month!
It's been a good year as well, as I had some unexpected goodies coming my way. A nice return of taxes (I hadn't expexted that much) which allows to pay for a trip to Barcelona. And later, in summer, a nice sum donated by the Ministry of Health, as a forfait for all the medicine I take and the times I have to go for check-ups in the hospital. Apparently you receive this sum, even when you don't actually have any costs (I was so lucky to get a hospitalisation insurance next to the health care every Belgian gets). This Klini Plan pays back all the extra costs that are for me, after the health care has paid for most of the costs. We really have a fine social insurance in Belgium. That unexpected money was good for paying the hotel room in Brussels that summer.
This year, we'll spend New Year's Eve at home, but Christmas will be spent in Egypt. And just before that trip we'll spend a weekend in Brussels once more, to see the christmas market at the Grand Place and the massive fir tree that has been raised there.
Hopefully 2020 will be a good year as well!
It doesn't seem so long ago that we were celebrating New Year in Mexico. Can still hear the mariachi sing. And now it's almost the end of November. Only one more month to go until another new year.
Well, it has been an uneventful year this time. In 2018 I made two bad falls (I kip over more than once, as I fall easily over small things like borders, upturned stones etc.). Mostly when I fall I don't hurt myself (besides some scrapes) but in April and June of 2018 I managed to bruise my ribs and twice had a beautiful blue eye.
Will keep my fingers crossed that I don't fall in the coming month!
It's been a good year as well, as I had some unexpected goodies coming my way. A nice return of taxes (I hadn't expexted that much) which allows to pay for a trip to Barcelona. And later, in summer, a nice sum donated by the Ministry of Health, as a forfait for all the medicine I take and the times I have to go for check-ups in the hospital. Apparently you receive this sum, even when you don't actually have any costs (I was so lucky to get a hospitalisation insurance next to the health care every Belgian gets). This Klini Plan pays back all the extra costs that are for me, after the health care has paid for most of the costs. We really have a fine social insurance in Belgium. That unexpected money was good for paying the hotel room in Brussels that summer.
This year, we'll spend New Year's Eve at home, but Christmas will be spent in Egypt. And just before that trip we'll spend a weekend in Brussels once more, to see the christmas market at the Grand Place and the massive fir tree that has been raised there.
Hopefully 2020 will be a good year as well!
Thursday, November 21, 2019
All Belgians love their frites!
First, I must make a statement. Most people know fries as 'French Fries'. But that's not correct! Fries are in fact originated in Belgium, to be more exact in the French speaking part of it. From there they conquered the world.
Ask a Belgian what his/her favorite food is, and the answer will invariably be: frites! The most popular item on a daily cook show is frites with Flemish stew (pieces of beef stewed in beer, with onion and mustard).
For a while I couldn't eat frites - had to run to the bathroom if I ate some. But nowadays all these side effects of the drug I'm taking daily are more or less regulated and so I can once more enjoy frites from the 'frietkot'. (See my post about them from some years ago)
Yesterday was a very cold day. We had been out, going into the town center to fetch food for the coming days and even though we ate well at dinner, we still felt a little hunger coming once it turned 8 pm. So we put on socks, boots, warm coat and hats and hurried across the railroad, where there is a frietkot. We discovered that the owner knows his trade when we returned from our stay in Leeds and Londen some weeks ago and had not been able to eat.
And oh man, did those frites taste! We always take as sauce 'tartare' which is a sort of mayonaise with herbs in it. And just like the time before, I did not have any trouble afterwards. My system can take these frites, which makes me glad because not fries taste better than those of a frietkot!!!
Ask a Belgian what his/her favorite food is, and the answer will invariably be: frites! The most popular item on a daily cook show is frites with Flemish stew (pieces of beef stewed in beer, with onion and mustard).
For a while I couldn't eat frites - had to run to the bathroom if I ate some. But nowadays all these side effects of the drug I'm taking daily are more or less regulated and so I can once more enjoy frites from the 'frietkot'. (See my post about them from some years ago)
Yesterday was a very cold day. We had been out, going into the town center to fetch food for the coming days and even though we ate well at dinner, we still felt a little hunger coming once it turned 8 pm. So we put on socks, boots, warm coat and hats and hurried across the railroad, where there is a frietkot. We discovered that the owner knows his trade when we returned from our stay in Leeds and Londen some weeks ago and had not been able to eat.
And oh man, did those frites taste! We always take as sauce 'tartare' which is a sort of mayonaise with herbs in it. And just like the time before, I did not have any trouble afterwards. My system can take these frites, which makes me glad because not fries taste better than those of a frietkot!!!
Monday, November 18, 2019
The Perils of Autumn
Today we meet Rusty Blackwood, author of The Perils of Autumn. This is a romantic suspense available as of now. Rusty is doing a virtual book blast tour to promote the novel, and it will take place from November 18th until November 22nd 2019.
Blurb
Excerpt
Author bio and links
Rusty
Blackwood will be awarding an inscribed and autographed hardcover copy of
"The Perils of Autumn" to be given to a randomly drawn winner
(US/Canada only) via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the following link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f3202/
From
the author of the riveting romantic fiction drama, Passions in Paris:
Revelations of a Lost Diary, and the celebrated, 5-star award-winning romantic
fiction drama, Willow's Walk, comes the intense romantic drama, The Perils of
Autumn.
This
page-turner, set primarily in the early 1970s, centers on a young Kentucky
woman, Autumn Leeves, born in 1946 to Abigail Leeves, an unwed mother who
struggles to make ends meet. By 1970, Autumn graduated nursing school and is
sent on assignment by the local hospital to care for the terminally-ill wife of
middle-aged English equestrian master, Cyril Landon, owner of Landon Lawns
Stables, a most successful thoroughbred racing stable located just outside
Lexington, Kentucky in a posh community known as The Meadows.
Duff
Taylor, a world-renown jockey who is tops in his field, lives full-time above
the tack room at Landon Lawns and enjoys the many benefits it brings, but he
also has a dark secret surrounding an unsolved racing incident from his past
that he will go to any length to protect.
Autumn
arrives at Landon Manor in time to be thrown into the drama and finds herself
caught in the ongoing disruption that ensues.
Excerpt
The doorbell of Landon Manor sounded
its Call to the Post chime, alerting those inside of a new arrival to the front
door as efficiently as if a racing venue’s trumpet was summoning horses to the
post. It was the only residence throughout The Meadows known for such a
doorbell which was most befitting to its surroundings, as well as one that was
forever remembered by those departing a visit to the stately manor. Whenever it
sounded, it caused Agnes Harris to shake her head in a disgruntled manner as
she fought the urge to gallop toward the door as if she were a late arrival to
the lineup. This morning was no different, but she paused long enough to catch
her breath while massaging the small of her back before opening the huge ornate
door.
“Good morning,” announced the slight
young woman standing on the column-lined terrace, gripping a suitcase in her
left hand, while straightening her white cap sporting her school’s insignia
with her right, “I am Autumn Leeves from Saint Joseph Hospital. I’ve been
dispatched to care for Mrs. Alice Landon.”
Extending her right hand, Agnes
observed, “Yes, Nurse Leeves, we’ve been expecting you. I am Agnes Harris, do
come in.”
Stepping into the impressive foyer,
the young nurse couldn’t help but stare about in awe as she had never seen such
grandeur. Lowering her suitcase to the marble floor, she took a moment to drink
it all in, before she expressed, “My, this is lovely, and I must say the sound
of that doorbell is most impressive. It certainly lets one know they are
entering the home of an equestrian master.”
Nodding in agreement, Agnes said,
“That it does. I’ve heard it multiple times, but it never ceases to elicit the
need to lope for the door, ha-ha, and at my age, the loping seems to get slower
every day. I’m sure you are most anxious to get settled in your room before
meeting Mr. and Mrs. Landon. They are both looking forward to meeting you. You
come highly recommended.”
“Well that’s nice to hear,” Autumn
acknowledged, and with a smile, she continued, “I hope I can live up to the
image that seems to have preceded me. After all, I’m not all that long out of
nursing school and have only cared for a few patients in two separate hospitals
thus far, but I am looking forward to this assignment.”
The two ascended the impressive,
semi-circular staircase leading to the second floor, and proceeded in a
westward direction toward the far end of the walnut paneled corridor, that of
whose polished walls in between door frames were lined with striking
photographs displaying numerous horses in imposing stances, a few with
prominent looking jockeys sitting atop them, each proudly wearing the bluegrass
green and cream silks of Landon Lawns Stables. Autumn continued along, but as
she did her eyes were strangely drawn to a portrait hanging prominently on the
wall opposite the door to her room. It was that of a huge black stallion and
straddling him in a rather suggestive manner was a slight built, dark-haired
jockey attired in Landon silks, and holding a riding crop high above his head
in an arch of victory. His face held an expression as if to say he would not be
trifled with, lest those doing so would feel his wrath. His brooding dark eyes secured
the onlooker’s attention, boring into the camera lens as if they were
smoldering embers threatening to erupt into a raging inferno upon the least
amount of fanning.
Author bio and links
Top
ranking romantic fiction author Rusty Blackwood, who chose her plume de nom by
combining the colour of her russet hair with her husband's great, great,
Scottish grandmother's maiden name, was born in St.Thomas, Ontario, Canada on
October 5th, and grew up on her paternal grandfather's farm in the County of
Elgin, located in the south-western portion of the province of Ontario.
She
acquired her love of literature while still in elementary school where she
entered her original compositions into county fairs, school contests, and
whatever venue allowed participants in the writing field. She has carried that
love ever since and has put it to use many times since becoming a professional
writer in 2001.
From
the time of youth she has loved the Arts in their many unique forms, she is a
graduate with honors in Interior Decorating & Design. She spent many years
on the south-western Ontario stage performing with her family's country music
band: The Midnight Ramblers, followed by the country - rock - blues band:
'MIRAGE' as an accomplished vocalist, bassist, and rhythm guitarist. She now
resides in the cultural city of St. Catharines, Ontario.
Social Media
Links
Official
Author Website: https://www.rusty-blackwood.com/
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/writerrusty/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/rusty_blackwood
Book
Bub Author: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/rusty-blackwood-93610ada-5182-429c-93e3-b42d527eb545
The
Perils of Autumn is a 2019 International Book Awards Finalist in Romance along
with being a 5 star winning novel.
Buy Links
(Kindle Unlimited):
Amazon
US: https://amzn.to/2MuAoN5
Amazon
CA: https://amzn.to/2QVhIou
Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2Xx27Oj
Amazon
AU: https://amzn.to/2IEmUJR
Also, there’s
an Ebook sale at the same time of "The Perils of
Autumn" Tour for her romance title "Willow's Walk" for $1.99
Sunday, November 17, 2019
ExtraNormal
Please welcome Suzanne V. Reese today. Susanne's doing a virtual book blast tour for ExtraNormal, a YA sci-fi romance available November 19th, 2019. This book blast tour will take place from November 18th until November 22nd.
Blurb
Excerpt
Author bio and links
Suzanne V. Reese will be awarding a
$15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the
tour. Please use the following link to place your comment:
Blurb
When
17-year old Mira Johns travels from the Planet Nreim to Earth, she wastes no
time blowing through a long list of rules, including the requirement that she
stay away from the planet’s teenage males. But when it appears that her actions
have put her new friends in danger, Mira must figure out who is behind a series
of violent attacks before the agency figures out her secret relationship and
sends her back home.
DESCRIPTION
They
told me it would be easy—just blend in, observe, and keep to myself. They
didn't tell me that failure would cost me everything.
Mira
Johns is pretty much like any other teenage girl. Which is why it's a shock
when she's selected ahead of six hundred other candidates to be the first
student ever to travel from the planet Nreim to Earth. Even though she’s only
there to observe, she’s given what feels like a million rules that are mostly
intended to keep her away from the planet’s primitive males. But after she
finds one mysterious boy too irresistible for stupid rules, she realizes they
have a connection that transcends their two planets—and puts both their lives
in danger. When a series of serious accidents makes it clear that someone wants
to force her return, Mira decides her only hope is to uncover the truth to why
she, the most mediocre of candidates, was actually chosen for this
assignment—before the agency discovers her secret and sends her back home.
Excerpt
A short time later, however, while
entering the classroom to my next period, I gained an appreciation for those
rules. I timed my entrance poorly and found myself wedged between two males in
the choir room door.
Keddil, my trainer, had warned me
about primitive neo-human male pheromones. Repeatedly. I’d thought he was just
exaggerating to make sure I kept my distance. Which I definitely would be doing
in from now on. I gasped, which filled my mouth with the most offensive odor
I’d ever encountered.
I wriggled forward until my
shoulders released so I could lunge out of the way. I paused to allow the haze
in my head to clear, but I was still too close.
Several females were gathering on
the far side of the room, so I hurried in that direction and climbed to the top
row, where I plopped myself into the first available seat. A female sat down
beside me and smiled, displaying a jumble of metal and pink bands on her teeth.
I smiled back but didn’t want to stare, so I turned my attention to the odd
parade of bodies entering the room: hair colors and skin tones by the dozens.
Spots on one: freckles? Wounds on another…blemishes. No, pimples. Maybe zits?
It was the most beautiful display of
diversity I’d ever seen. Even with their flaws, every single neo-human had
something distinctive, something that made them who they are. I would have
killed for that.
Author bio and links
A
decade ago, author Suzanne V. Reese had a string of land-mark events—published
her first novel, outlined her second novel (while daydreaming in a university
science class), graduated from that university, became a grandmother, and then
topped it all with a late-stage breast cancer diagnosis.
That
second novel, ExtraNormal, YA speculative fiction, became her therapy during a
long and difficult treatment program. It was published a few years later with
the encouragement of her incredibly supportive friends and family. Despite
little marketing, the book quickly became an Amazon best-seller.
Suzanne
then made the difficult decision to ensure her long-term existence by focusing
on her health rather than continue with the series. Happily, to celebrate her
ten-year survival and end-of-treatment mark, she is releasing an updated
version of the best-selling novel ExtraNormal, this time to be soon followed by
the remaining books in the ExtraNormal Chronicles.
Suzanne
has a degree in communications from Utah State University, as well as
certifications in nutrition and holistic health. She is the founder of Story
Igniters, which offers courses that help readers find their real-life
superpowers. She lives with her husband in Draper, Utah, where she enjoys
doting on her seven grandchildren.
Connect:
Website:
www.SuzanneVReese.com
Twitter:
@suzannevreese
Instagram:
https://instagram.com/suzannevreese
Facebook:
https://facebook.com/suzannevreese
Amazon
sales page for ExtraNormal: https://amzn.to/2Qw9kNQ
Note: Because
this is my ten-year cancerversary, I will be donating author proceeds during
launch week to cancer research. (The Huntsman Cancer Research program, where
100% of donations go towards research. They are also the center that treated
me.)
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