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A natural dialog arises between David, Goliath and the artists

Here is the first review for my art book, Inspired by Art: Fighting Goliath:

5.0 out of 5 stars VISUAL POETRYByClarissa Simmenson February 5, 2017Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
A unique exposure to the story of David and Goliath through the works of world artists over time. I like being able to use my imagination while looking at the sketches, paintings and sculptures. A natural dialog arises between David, Goliath and the artists. Enhanced by quotes from the artists (“After four tortured years, more than 400 over life-sized figures, I felt as old and as weary as Jeremiah. I was only 37, yet friends did not recognize the old man I had become”--Michaelangelo) we understand the captivation and motivation of this biblical story that drove them to produce incredible works of art. The Kindle edition’s images are perfect. Be sure to consider Poznansky’s trilogy “The David Chronicles,” a fictionalized account of David, Bathsheba, and other familiar characters.

You’re the most dangerous sort of woman

Instead of laughing with her, his eyes smoldered and his fingers massaged small circles just below her neck. “I think you’re cute too.”“I know.” Celia held her stomach and laughed harder. Finally, she rested her head on her drawn-up knees, looking at him, looking at her. “You’re probably regretting bringing me coffee this morning.”“Not in a million years.” He turned so he was facing her. He set his empty cup to the side, eyes narrowing as he took her measure. His sun-bleached hair glinted like an angel’s halo and his delectable mouth promised heaven. His blue eyes darkened just before he leaned across their space and he kissed her.Celia closed her eyes and met his mouth, kiss for kiss. His lips were commanding and tasted like coffee. He applied just the right amount of pressure before releasing her lips, leaving her wanting…more. More kisses, more Dax.She opened her eyes, seeing that he’d scooted back an inch. It was way too far. “Why’d you stop?”“Kissing you is dangerous,” he said, his voice low. Celia no longer felt like laughing. “I am not dangerous.”“Wrong. You’re the most dangerous sort of woman. Cool on the outside, all hot on the inside. White flames burn hottest, didn’t you know?”
Excerpt from Ambrosia by the Sea by Traci HallIncluded in A Touch of Passion

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Inspired by Art: Fall of a Giant

I nspired by Art: Fall of a Giant is a collection of art throughout the ages, around the story of David. This volume focuses on the the aftermath of the victory over Goliath. These amazing sculptures, paintings, etchings, and manuscript illustrations inspired the author to write The David Chronicles, a series of three volumes, the first of which is the novel Rise to Power, where she imagines this victory. Besides being an artist and having worked as an architect, she taught art history, and this collection served as the basis for a semester-long course analyzing the contrasts in viewpoints around the biblical story. This collection is arranged not by artist, nor by artistic style or era, but rather by moment-by-moment in the story, blow--by-blow, as imagined by world-famous artists: Ghiberti, Guercino, Caravaggio, Filippo Lippi, Gustave Doré, Rembrandt, and Chagall, to name but a few.

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She was fairly certain he wanted to kiss her

Charlie pulled on the reins and they stopped. “I have an aunt and uncle who live in Nashville. If you don’t have anywhere else, maybe you could stay with them. There’s nothing worse than being alone in a strange city.”Sarah again turned to face him, two thoughts fighting within her for dominion. One was telling her to go for it, the other trying to sucker punch the idea. “We just met. I could be a serial killer or something. Maybe you need to get to know me before you go offering to foist me on your family.”He tugged on her ponytail. “So, if you’re a serial killer, you’ll tell me before I ask my aunt if you can stay at her place? Either you’re not a very bright serial killer or you’re not one at all.”Sarah laughed at his comical expression and then wiped a snowflake from the end of his nose. A jolt of heat shot straight from her fingertips to her stomach when he leaned in to her touch. She tucked her hand into her coat pocket and cleared her throat. “So I’m not a serial killer, but I could be. You never know about people.”The moment she leaned back, Charlie pressed closer. “Okay. Maybe you’re right. Why don’t we meet every afternoon for a horse ride? I can get to know you then, and I bet by the time I leave, I’ll know one way or the other.” He swept his arm out to encompass the dense forest surrounding them. “And you couldn’t ask for a better place to hide a body.”Sarah grinned in spite of the morbid idea because, whilst his words said one thing, his face said something else entirely. She was fairly certain he wanted to kiss her. She forced herself to look anywhere but his lips because she really wanted nothing more than that very same thing herself. “So now maybe I should be the one concerned about your intentions.”Charlie placed a brotherly kiss on the end of her nose and shrugged. “So, maybe you should.”
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I just crouch there, staring helplessly at her knife

Somehow the sight of my sharp claws brings her to her senses, and so she removes the blankets in a big hurry. She has—or rather, used to have—a pretty figure, I conclude, now that I see it. The fabric is swishing softly as she ties the belt around her waist, showing off that which was once slender, but now is merely fragile. I trot behind her to the kitchen, and watch in amazement as she fumbles about, opening and closing cabinet doors in utter confusion. By now, I am deeply in despair. Something fizzles in my throat, but I do my best to hold back, to subdue it from becoming a full-throated hiss. “What’s the fuss?” I ask. “Did I ask you to catch mice? Look here, for crying out loud, look inside already!”And with that, I thread my long, flexible tail directly into the handle of the pantry door. It gives way, it opens with the usual creak, and there, on the lowest shelf, is that thing I learned to crave: A can with a lovely whiskered face on it.She picks it up. I wait. I do not meow.Now she embarks on shuffling stuff in the drawer. The hunger grows in me as the clink and the clank rise higher and higher, as spiky and prickly as rage. Finally she digs out a shiny tool and then, snap! She sticks it into the thing, right there between those whiskers. And with that one blow, the aroma! Ah, tinged with blood, it spreads instantly, all over the place. Is she a killer, I ask myself. Is she is a killer, too?Full of awe, I watch her closely as she labors to cut the thing open. I study her from one side, then from the other, only to catch her shooting a little glint at me from the corner of her eye. I can see that she is calculating, with a little smile, the twisting of her knife. Alas, in this place, my hunger puts me at her mercy. So she is using this particular moment, I figure, to play a cruel game with me, a game of measure for measure: a measure of her skill with the knife against the measure of the pain in my stomach. Her power against my need. Her lips curl up, as if to say, Let me hear you purr, will you? No? Her skin hangs under her chin and around her neck like a delicate necklace, wrinkle upon wrinkle, and her face is fallen. I can, without too much effort, use my bad eye to erase—if only for a squint—the marks of time on her. For that brief second I find in her the playful, if not innocent, face of a kitten. “What happened? You swallowed your tongue?” she asks  teasingly. “You’re as quiet as a mouse!”  My stomach growls, so I just crouch there, staring helplessly at her knife.“This place,” she casts a look around her. “Oh my, it gave me the creeps at first. I mean, no one told me it came not only with furniture, but with a pet, too.”In place of an answer I claw her leg, because hell, I am more than some useless old nicknack. Beware. I am dangerous.
So to sooth me, she goes, “Oh my, such an adorable tail! I love it, I do!”
Feline creature in Twisted

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"A sensitive melding of poetry, prose, and art"

Written for a smart and perceptive reader, who is not afraid to let her imagination fly. -Oleg Medvedkov, Top 500 reviewer

So kiss me, and say that you will understand

From reading his stories I know it happened quite by chance, when he accompanied a friend to some concert, and sat there, raising his eyes from the second row, and there she was, up on stage, aglow in a sphere of light. His heart started fluttering inside. It pounded so hard that he thought he would pass out, which was fine by him, because he considered himself, at that moment, kissed by luck. One could not wish any better than to die a happy man. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful girl in the world—not only because of the hazy glare of the spotlight, through which he saw her rosy blush, the long, slender arms, and the glitzy black dress, but because of the heavenly, harmonious music, which she made reverberate in the air, all around her.
To me you are beautiful,
To me you have grace,
To me you are everything in the world.
For the longest time, my old man sits there, utterly motionless, in the midst of bells being shaken and bongos being beaten by unsteady hands. Only the top of his head, gripped tightly in his fingers, is visible to me between this sagged shoulder and that, in the back of the crowd. And it is not until the end of the song—when everyone sitting in the divide between him and me has joined in an intoxicated, disorderly chorus, singing loudly, I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du schoen—that the next line makes his hands fall, suddenly, into his lap. 
I've tried to explain, bei mir bist du schoen,So kiss me, and say that you will understand.
It is at that phrase, and say that you will understand, that I see him wincing. Having sensed, somehow, the weight of my gaze, his jaw clenches. My father turns his head abruptly, to pull himself back from view—but not before I realize, to my complete shock, that he is awash in tears.
Ben in The White Piano


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The softness of her lips touching his

Nodding, Danny said, “Great.” He continued, “Okay.” Releasing a long-held breath, he said, “So, a couple weeks after I came home…like this.” Looking at his leg again, he said, “My girlfriend broke up with me. She said we’d just grown apart, but I know differently. I don’t think she could handle me like this. Handle being with me…like this. It’s shaken my confidence. All of this has.”“I’m sorry you were with a shallow, selfish woman. Believe me, I’ve been there. Not with a woman, I mean with someone who’s shallow and selfish. It can be devastating. It’s …” Huffing out her own breath, Tammy said, “Is it fair to say we both have scars? Some outside, some inside?”“Definitely fair to say.” Never taking his eyes from hers, Danny’s heart pounded in his chest. He could feel his pants tighten as his nervousness ebbed and desire flowed. He stared into her eyes. The deep brown had little flecks of gold which held his attention. He leaned forward an inch, waiting for her to react. He needed to kiss her, he’d thought of it so many times over this past week. When she inched forward he made his move.Their lips touched and a fire raged through his body, instant, and consuming. The softness of her lips touching his was everything and more than he’d imagined. Releasing her hands, Danny held her head between his hands, his thumbs gently rubbing her cheeks. He deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth, taste her, feel her warmth. She sighed and he breathed it in like she was breathing life into him. His heart hammered in his chest and his breathing quickened. Needing air, he pulled away and touched his forehead to hers. He heard her whisper, “Wow.” 
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Beautiful series

For me, this is a heartwarming review for Dancing with Air. It's why I write. Check it out:

5.0 out of 5 stars Beautiful seriesByTheaon January 27, 2017Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase What a wonderful, beautifully written series these books were. I started out with book 3 that came in a boxed set. I had no idea it was part of a series. I could not get enough, and of course was delighted to find there were books one, two, and four. These books stirred within me very deep feelings for the fragile and fleeting life we all live. The dreams, hopes, promises, regrets, and a beautiful love within a marriage that lasts through sickness, divorce, and death. The credit goes to the author. I have rated books, but never written a review. This series is well worth reading and well worth the highest review.

She knows exactly what she wants

She stuck out her tongue. “I could just go into the house, up to my room and lock my door, now couldn’t I?”“But you won’t.” He smiled in a way that always managed to tear up her backbone and turn it to mush. “Get yourself one while you’re at it. It’s hot as hades out here.”She returned a few minutes later and passed him an icy can. He took it, but held her hand at the same time, and dropped a careless kiss on her palm. “Have I told you lately that I adore you?”She pulled her hand free—her skin scorched from his lips—and sat in her rocker. “You’re incorrigible. No wonder all the men want to thrash you.”“They know it’s just my way. And no one out here thrashes anyone. They beat the living tar outta ya. Keep to your cowboy talk like I’ve bin ateaching ya.”She laughed as he’d intended and changed the subject. “Now that they’ve talked you into it, are you going to bring Cathy to the tavern tonight to hear you sing?”“Might! She’s been frisky as a filly lately and it’s hard to keep her bridled.”“Not sure how she feels, but I wouldn’t want to be compared to a horse. You might need a bit more finesse to court this girl, Clint. With her looks, she could have any man she wants.” Goading him helped to ease her jealousy.“True, she does have a dynamite body. But darlin’, it’s her mind that attracts me.” He winked and then guzzled the beer. His throat muscles drew her attention and she zeroed in on his tanned face. If a director for an action movie needed an actor to star in a macho-masculine role, Clint would be the guy he’d hire. No one could ever mistake him for a softie, or a weakling.He looked at her, waiting, his eyebrow raised.“You’ve convinced me. Now you just need to spin that story on the girl herself.”Clint leaned toward her, his beer held in both hands between his open knees. “Annie-love, trust me. Cathy’s not a girl. She’s a woman. And she knows exactly what she wants.”
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Inspired by Art: Fighting Goliath

My new book, a collection of art throughout the ages, which depicts the battle with Goliath through the art of famous artists, will arrive soon! Here is about the book:

I nspired by Art: Fighting Goliath is a collection of art throughout the ages, around the story of David. This volume focuses on the epic battle with Goliath. 
These amazing sculptures, paintings, etchings, and manuscript illustrations inspired the author to write The David Chronicles, a series of three volumes, the first of which is the novel Rise to Power, where she imagines the battle with Goliath. Besides being an artist and having worked as an architect, she taught art history, and this collection served as the basis for a semester-long course analyzing the contrasts in viewpoints around the biblical story. This collection is arranged not by artist, nor by artistic style or era, but rather by moment-by-moment in the story, blow--by-blow, as imagined by various artists: Michelangelo, Bernini, Dali, Adrea del Verrocchio, Donatello, Titian, Rembrandt, Lorenzo Ghiberti, Rubens, Degas, and Barry Moser, to name but a few.

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The complete trilogy:The David Chronicles (Boxed Set) 
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Volume IV: Inspired by Art: Fighting GoliathEbook: Kindle
More volumes in the 'Inspired by Art' mold soon to come!