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Book Release and Interview with Jane Riddell

1.     Where did the idea come from for the book? I am a travelphile and tend to base my novels in other countries, which means I can spend an afternoon somewhere sunny and vibrant, while those around me are enduring yet another rainy, blustery Edinburgh day. After I finished my second novel, based in the south of France, I thought about writing one located by a lake in Switzerland - probably inspired by Anita Brookner’s Hotel du Lac, although I wasn't aware of this initially.  I love this film, as much for the scenery (Lake Luzern), as for the story.
I liked the idea of a family reunion where all is not as it seems, and the idea developed from there. Interpersonal relationships are fascinating, particularly family ones: the superficial interactions and what's simmering away underneath.  There’s so much scope for minefields: some of the mines detonate, others are a constant danger.  I should apologise for juxtapositioning of metaphors, but I won't....

2.     What genre does your book fall under?Contemporary quiet fiction.
3.     Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?Water’s Edge is relayed by four viewpoints: the mother’s and her three daughters. I would consider Celia Imrie for the mother. As for the sisters: Radha Mitchell, Emily Blunt and Jessica Brown Findlay would be good.  A brilliant choice for the son would be Damien Lewis, and Paul Bettany would be excellent as the son-in-law.


4.     What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?Madalena invites her four adult children to Brunnen, Switzerland, to celebrate her hotel’s 40th anniversary, unaware that they harbour guilty secrets and anxieties that will play out during their visit.
5.     Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?It has been e-published by ThornBerry Publishing, and is available on Kindle from Amazon:http://www.amazon.co.uk/Waters-Edge-ebook/dp/B00CGNYBBI 
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6.     How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?Three months: I just couldn’t stop writing it and it often felt like a haemorrhage of words.  But if this sounds effortless, I should add that further drafts, followed by a major rewrite - which involved axing characters, cutting down the number of viewpoint characters, and changing other aspects of structure - took eighteen months. Much of the final editing was tedious and tiring, but worth it in the end.
7.     What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?Friday Nights by Joanna Trollope, Trespassby Rose Tremaine, Family Album by Penelope Lively.


8.     What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?Escapism, if you’re like me. Spending some time surrounded by mountains and lakes in Switzerland. More seriously, if you are interested in sibling relationships (which, according to my mentor, hasn't been addressed much in novels) and what can go wrong, Water’s Edge might well appeal. The novel explores guilt, regret, deception and insecurity.
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The Orphan Trilogy Reviews for Book 1 and 2 in the Series.

Title: The Ninth Orphan #1
Authors: Lance and James Morcan
Genre: Spy Thriller
Published by Sterling Gate Books
Pages: 275


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How do you catch a man who is never the same man twice? 

That is the question posed in The Ninth Orphan, a top-rated international thriller novel and the first book in The Orphan Trilogy. 

An orphan grows up to become an assassin for a highly secretive organization. When he tries to break free and live a normal life, he is hunted by his mentor and father figure, and by a female orphan he spent his childhood with. On the run, the mysterious man's life becomes entwined with his beautiful French-African hostage and a shocking past riddled with the darkest of conspiracies is revealed. 

But can the ninth-born orphan ever get off the grid? To find out you'll need to go on a tumultuous journey around the globe to such far-flung locations as China, France, the Philippines, Andorra, America, England, Germany and French Polynesia. The frenetic cat-and-mouse chase moves from airports to train stations and hidden torture prisons, taking the reader on a shocking, nail-biting ride into the world's closet of skeletons that goes beyond conspiracy theories to painful reality. 

Fast-paced, totally fresh and original, filled with deep and complex characters, The Ninth Orphan is a controversial, high-octane thriller with an edge. Merging fact with fiction, it illuminates shadow organizations rumored to actually exist in our world. The novel explores a plethora of conspiracies involving real organizations like the CIA, MI6, and the UN, and public figures such as President Obama as well as the Clinton, Marcos and Bush families. 

Tackling genetic selection, mind control and secret societies, The Ninth Orphan exposes a global agenda designed to keep the power in the hands of a select few. The novel's antagonists are members of a shadow government acting above and beyond the likes of the White House, the FBI, the Pentagon and the NSA. Could something like this ever take place? Or, is it already taking place right now?

This unique and unpredictable thriller also has a poignant, romantic sub-plot. The story contains the
kind of intimate character portraits usually associated with psychological novels.

Buckle up for a wild trip full of death-defying action, cloak and dagger intrigue, unexpected role reversals and surprise endings.

Written by father-and-son writing team Lance & James Morcan (authors of The Orphan Factory, The Orphan Uprising and Fiji: A Novel), The Ninth Orphan is Book #1 in The Orphan Trilogy. A feature film adaptation of The Ninth Orphan is also currently being developed.




My 5 Star Review for Book 1 in the Trilogy

From the start you are enthralled as a reader with the unique plot as it unfolds meticulously and with precision. In no way during the book are you left with a frown. The events and twists of the story line was explained with thoroughness and I was drawn into the world of espionage, assassins and DNA alterations. The characters were well defined, each with their own personalities that made the story believable and colorful.
In a desperate attempt to taste freedom Nine, the protege of the Omega group send us on a journey around the world. As a trained chameleon he ventures on an impossible mission and you  get a chance to learn more about this interesting character and the world he lives in. 
Always deprived from friendship and companionship since the day he was born his path crossed with the French photographer Isabelle Alleget. A sweet romance developed between the two and you see how this young man became human. Allowing his emotions to come to the surface and care for some one else other than himself. 
A book I can recommend to all readers of Spy thrillers with a dash of romance to stir up the mix. This would certainly make a  good script for a movie and I would love to see the chameleon in action.

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Title: The Orphan Factory Book 2
Authors: LAnce and James Morcan

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An epic, atmospheric story that begins with twenty three genetically superior orphans being groomed to become elite spies in Chicago’s Pedemont Orphanage and concludes with a political assassination deep in the Amazon jungle.

The Orphan Factory, a coming-of-age spy thriller novel, is book two in The Orphan Trilogy and a prequel to The Ninth Orphan. Go on another frenetic journey with the ninth-born orphan as he busts out of the clandestine orphanage he knew as home and goes on the run across America.

In the late 1970’s, in Chicago, Illinois, the secretive Omega Agency initiates the Pedemont Project – a radical experiment utilizing genetic engineering technologies – to create twenty three orphan babies with the plan to turn them into the world’s most effective assassins.

One of the prodigies will rebel: meet Number Nine, an orphan with a mind of his own.

In 1998, when Nine reaches adulthood and graduates with honors from the Pedemont Orphanage, he is already an adept of the deadly espionage arts. Ordered by his Omega masters to assassinate a survivor of the Jonestown tragedy in Guyana’s Amazon rainforest, Nine is forced to draw upon all of his advanced training just to stay alive.


My 5 Star Review

In Book 2 many questions are answered. Here we are better acquainted with Nine, Seventeen and Tommy Kentridge, the main characters of Book 1 and we learn more about the Omega agency and their quest to a New World Order with the help of 23 created Orphans.

Each uniquely formed for their skills and abilities to become great field operatives or assassins. Clinical and greedy the orphans were formed and prepared for the task. They were seen as science projects and investments and the normal childhood pains were not allowed. 
From drugs, to sleep learning, to speed reading (I would have loved to have this ability myself LOL), to fighting martial arts and resuming the identities of others with even greater skill, these children were equipped with one thing in mind and that was to further the members with their dreams of power and more money they could count. Using every thing the authorities have to their disposal. 
Nine, our main character rebelled and cleverly escaped. Searching for his independence and freedom. His journey takes us over the states borders to California where he meet up with a girl he was infatuated with. But Helen did not accept him for who he was and at the end this youngster learned early on not to trust any one.
Meeting interesting characters during this time period of two weeks the story was well written and entertaining. The plans he made to get to California told you why Nine was the best, already a fret at the age of twelve.
I loved the way that the authors used the current news of the day to strengthen the plot line, making it more believable and interesting, creating more conspiracy theories. Bill Clinton's rise to the presidency and how the Agency use it to further their cause. Using the Jonestown Cult story to bring down an ex-operative. All perfectly timed within the story.  
The hatred and jealousy that consumed Seventeen from the start and leads her to almost succeed in killing Nine. 
I must admit that I became fond of Nine, his strong character superbly developed so that you could be part of his world and his experiences. Drawn into the secretive world of DNA faltering,  power and greed and the extend people in authority would go to acquire even more. Excellent read for all who loves a good spy thriller and I can recommend it for Young Adults as well.
Well developed plot line with crafty skilled twists to keep you at the edge of your seat.

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Today only: Get your Free copy of this brand new Sci-Fi Adventure for YA readers: Corr Syl the Warrior by Garry Rogers plus an Author Interview

Introduction by Interviewer:
I am pleased to discuss a debut novel, “Corr Syl the Warrior” with its author Dr. Garry Rogers.
Garry grew up on a farm in the Midwest. He has a PhD in Physical Geography and he taught at Columbia University in New York, and at UCLA.
Dr. Rogers has one surviving son, one daughter, and three left-behind cats. One son died after a long battle with diabetes. Garry owns a farm in central Arizona that he manages for wildlife. The farm is home to many species of amphibians, birds, butterflies, dragonflies, fish, mammals, and reptiles.

Corr Syl the Warrior is a science fiction adventure for young readers. It uses science, possible science, and experience to define its characters and the conflicts that drive its plot. Garry says the story is speculative science delivered with a soft coating.
The novel is the story of a young Tsaeb warrior facing the new demands of adult responsibility amidst the confusion of sexual attraction and the danger of war. The story takes place on an Earth on which intelligence evolved long before humans appeared. It tells of the conflict between the peaceful but powerful Tsaeb civilization and a new species, the ambitious Danog.



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Interview
Q. Is your new novel available now?
A. Yes. The eBook for Kindle is available on Amazon.

Q. What is your book’s genre?
A. It is EcoFiction for young readers.

Q: Tell our audience what EcoFiction is.
A: It is Science Fiction with an ecology or nature conservation theme.

Q: Garry, tell us what Corr Syl the Warrior is about.
A: "The setting is an Earth on which intelligence evolved long before humans appeared. The story follows a young warrior named Corr Syl into a conflict between humans and the ancient multi-species Tsaeb civilization. Corr is forced to take responsibility for making decisions that could have global consequences."

Q. What gave you the idea for this book?
A. One day, as I finished exercising, I was mulling over a blog post about the decline of native animals when I realized that a pattern in the ceiling texture looked just like an angry rabbit with a very large tail. Peculiar. I thought about how a rabbit might have so large a tail, and a new world began to crystalize.

Q. Do you mean you saw the plot for the novel?
A. Not exactly. Lying there thinking about the rabbit's tail, I decided that a rabbit might grow a large tail if it were intelligent and had learned to control its genetics and chemistry. I wondered why rabbits weren’t intelligent, and I remembered that science does not yet understand the origin or mechanisms of intelligence. What would happen if all animals were intelligent? Over the half billion years that large complex animals have existed, natural selection would have taken intelligence much farther than it has in the young human species. Even with limited intelligence, humans are learning to control genetics. Older and smarter species would have mastered genetics long ago. Then I thought about how humans are damaging the planet, and, I realized it was unlikely that Earth would have survived half a billion years of intelligent life. Then I imagined how it might, and I conceived the multi-species Tsaeb civilization to which Corr Syl belongs, and the EcoFiction theme that could drive a story.

Q: The Tsaeb sound brilliant. Are they cold intellects, do they have normal emotions?
A: Tsaeb desire friendship, truth, and beauty just as we do. Perhaps it is a bit strange, but most of them consider a knack for humour a most desirable talent. Many strive to improve their comedic abilities. They do have one powerful trait that is rare among humans; they have a compulsion created by millions of years of natural selection that drives them to try to understand their surroundings and the full consequences of their actions. This appears in their intense concern for maintaining healthy ecosystems.



Q. You mean Tsaeb have evolved instincts?
A. Yes. In the same way that humans are born with built-in tendencies such as fear of snakes and spiders, the Tsaeb are instinctively protective of their environment.

Q. Is this why you label your book EcoFiction?
A. Yes.


About Writing
Q. Garry, this is your first novel. Do you plan to write others?
A. Yes. I have started the sequel to Corr Syl the Warrior that I will probably title Corr Syl the Terrible.

Q. Starting and writing a novel can be difficult. Tell us about your method.
A. I have not developed a method. For Corr Syl, I had a theme and a backstory for the setting and the conflict. I began the story with an action scene, and let the plot take shape as I wrote.

Q. What is your greatest writing challenge?
A. Characters. I must work harder to give my characters their own theme and backstory, and then let them interact as the plot develops.

Other Books
Q: Have you written other books?
A: Yes, academic works quite unlike the novel.

Q: What are they about?
A: Two are about historical landscape changes, and one is about Arizona wildlife.

Q: Are these books available?
A: Yes. The University of Utah Press published the first two, and I published the third. They are available on Amazon.

Q: Have you written other books?
A: Yes. I am making final edits on a book about the weed invasion of the western U. S., and I am working on a second volume about Arizona wildlife.



Q: Does your new novel have any connection with your other books?
A: Yes. Natural landscapes are deteriorating and wildlife species are disappearing. Many things that people do are causing the changes. My previous books warn that problems are developing, but I wrote them for an academic audience and they have had small circulation. I wrote Corr Syl the Warrior to reach more people.

Personal
Q. What was your best moment as a writer?
A. Two so far. One was when a very difficult article that required two years of fieldwork and intensive quantitative analysis was accepted without revisions by the Journal of Arid Environments (volume 17, pages 319-326). The other was when the Professional Writers of Prescott gave my first short story a first place award in their 2011 writing contest.

Q. Do you get writer’s block?
A. No. I have several projects underway. Switching from one to another renews enthusiasm.

Q. Do you have a special workspace?
A. I have a home office, and I take my laptop along when I travel.

Q. What do you do when you are not writing or reading?
A. I follow an exercise routine that includes yoga, resistance training, and aerobics. I camp with my children, and I work on maintaining a friendly place for wildlife. I like to photograph wildlife, read, and go to movies.

CONNECT WITH GARRY ROGERSWebsite: GarryRogers.comCorr Syl the Warrior on AmazonTwitter / FacebookLinkedIn / GoodReads

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Give away and Review for Shore Leave by Anastasia McKellan

Shore Leaveby Anastasia McKellanErotic Contemporary RomancePublisher: Chances Press, LLCRelease Date: March 20, 2013Heat Level: SizzlingWord Count: 31,000
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Description:
Eighteen months ago, Navy pilot Greg Marsters was banished from Wyndham Shores, Massachusettsafter his marriage fell apart. Now he’s returned to spend his shore leave restoring antique schooners for his old mentor so that he can buy a boat of his own. After making the biggest mistake of his life, Greg has vowed to steer clear of romantic entanglements, but he soon finds himself drawn to an old friend from high school.
Melanie Grantham is the only person in town interested in hearing Greg’s side of the story, and despite his promise to sail away alone the first second he can, Greg takes her up on her offer for the sexual healing they’re both in desperate need of. Their hot nights throw him for a loop, and the sex is out of this world. But Greg can’t forgive himself for the mistakes of his past. Will he leave Melanie behind again before he realizes he’s been given another chance for true love?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt:Melanie leaned toward him. Greg moved closer but hesitated, as if unsure whether he should bring his mouth to hers. She pressed her lips to his, testing him out, seeing if he’d respond. He did. They kissed, their mouths melding into one another. She parted her lips and felt his mouth open against hers in response. Then he sank his tongue into her mouth and shifted closer to her.
He deepened the kiss further. She felt a twinge between her thighs and moaned softly in her throat when his tongue rubbed against hers. Then he pulled away.
“Mel, what’s going on here?” he asked.
“Kissing. Do you like it?”
He looked at her. “Yeah. I like it a lot.”
“Me, too. No one would guess you’re out of practice.”
He laughed quietly.
She grew serious, her smile fading. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.”
“And now—”
“You’ve exceeded my expectations.”
He smiled. “Is that right?”
She nodded. Melanie leaned in and kissed him some more, and Greg placed one hand on her hip and explored the curve of her. His other hand went to her breast, touching her lightly through her T-shirt. She slid her lips over his throat, exploring the rough texture where the stubble was beginning to come in. Even after their long day he smelled like aftershave. It mixed with his unique masculine scent and she couldn’t get enough. She licked the five-o’clock shadow on his neck and explored the texture of the softer skin below. She ran her hand down his chest, feeling the hard muscles draw in beneath her hands.
Then she placed her hand over the bulge in his crotch, rubbing lightly while they kissed. She felt him harden through his jeans.Greg touched her hand. “What’s happening here, Mel?”
She licked her lips, her breath coming fast, her heart pounding. “I want you. But you’re not feeling it.”
“I’m feeling it, but I haven’t even taken you out on a real date.”
“I’d like you to take me out,” she said.
“Tomorrow night. Eight o’clock.”
“Yes.”
“Mel, whether we go out or not, I can’t give you what you need,” Greg said. “A meaningful relationship is the last thing I’m after right now.”
“Who said anything about a meaningful relationship?”
“What are you saying?” Greg asked.
“I’m saying we could have this for now. If you’ll let me.”
“I’ve got nothing to give you.”
“I have nothing to give you, either.” She kissed him again. “Take off your shirt,” she murmured in his ear.
He did. She slowly kissed her way down his bare chest, then his stomach, as she went. Then she slid to her knees on the carpet and reached for the zipper of his jeans.


About the Author:Anastasia McKellan has always loved losing herself between the pages of a book, and she enjoys writing stories about redemption and love that lasts forever. Her hobbies include taking long walks, studying film history, and hanging out with her two dogs. She currently resides in Washington, D.C. Wherever she is, she’d rather be by the sea. For more information about Anastasia and her books, feel free to contact her at info@chancespress.com.
My 3.5 Star review

An erotic contemporary story that would sizzle your blood. With heated pages the story line was at times rushed as if the author was in a hurry to get to the good parts and it left the story lacking. 
Two young people both hurt because of failed marriages get to know each other when Greg Masters came to the little town of Wyndlam Shores. With dreams of a certain future he helped an old friend restoring an old boat.
But at the end  restoration took place not only to the boat but to them as well.
Both characters Greg and Melanie learned to trust their feelings again and allow each other to work their healing balm on each other. Being the black sheep of the town Greg faced his share of turmoil and learned to accept his past for what it was, his past.
A quick read for a relaxing afternoon when you are looking for something quick to read, not to heavy on the plot with enough heat to warm you up and romance to believe in happy endings. 


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Press Release about the Author Lynelle Clark - 99 cents Sale

I thought it a good idea to post about it again for those who does not know me, author of 'A Pirate's Wife'
GAUTENG, SOUTH AFRICA, April 10, 2013 /South Africa Business Network/ -- 


An accomplished author and financial manager with a diverse range of professional experience in various industries, Lynelle Clark has consistently demonstrated the passion, vision, dedication and diligence necessary to be considered among the elite.As a result of her sensational body of work as well as the tremendous amount of success she has experienced throughout her entire occupational history, Lynelle Clark has earned acceptance in the exclusive network of prominent professionals with the South Africa Business Network, the world's largest premiere networking resource for South African career professionals.Employing her exceptional creative abilities and proficiency with the written word as well as her extraordinary work ethic, Lynelle is a self-employed author who published her first book in August of 2012, entitled A Pirate’s Wife. The historical romance novel tells the story of Rosa Lee Almaida who was abducted from her parent’s castle in Portugal by a brutal band of pirates intent on holding her for ransom in exchange for the life of her brother Pedro. Filled with action, adventure, pirates, and romance, A Pirate’s Wife is a must read for anyone over the age of 17 who is looking for an action-packed adventure.At the current time, Lynelle is in the process of working on three more romantic and inspirational books. Still in production, the books are entitled, Life Changes, Source of Joy, and Master of Her Heart, and all three are sure to bring readers on adventurous journeys of the heart, mind, and soul. Lynelle, who still considers herself to be learning on the job in an endless quest for improvement, also presently runs a blog where she works on reviews and the promotion of other writers.
To visit Lynelle’s blog site click herehttp://lynelleclarkaspiredwriter.blogspot.com/http://www.authorsdb.com/component/content/article/8-authors/1194-lynelle-clark
Celebrating one complete year of blogging Lynelle has started another blog hosting the authors whose books she has reviewed over the past year in interesting interviews and promotions for their new books. 
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AROUND THE WORLD WITH NO-ONE EVER HAS SEX ON A TUESDAY - TRACY BLOOM


Picture the scene - my first taste of success as a writer. I'm sat in a fancy restaurant by which I mean there isn’t a chicken nugget in sight. My publisher sits at the head of the table. A grand dame of the industry weighed down by precious metals and with hair that has no-way been blow dried by herself. I glow with pride as I sign a copy of my book despite the fact I can't read a word of it. Here I am celebrating seeing my novel in print for the very first time in ... Milan, Italy. I've spent all day trailing bookshops, taking pictures of my book, trying to convince shop owners that I am the author and not some eccentric English lady who can't speak Italian and yet convinced she's written an entire book in their language. This is not how I expected things to be.I guess it’s fitting that I didn’t begin writing in my native England. Marriage, a baby and a husband sent to work in the USA for three years slung me out of my previous career developing theme park rides and attractions and into potential desperate housewife territory. As I gazed around the leafy suburbs of Connecticut I remembered I had a dream to write a book. And so I did. Armed with ideas and a very British sense of humour I joined a creative writing class and so NO-ONE EVER HAS SEX ON A TUESDAY began to take shape. The tale of childhood sweethearts having a one-night stand when they meet years later at a school reunion seemed to strike a chord. When two classmates had a row about whether my lead character should stick with her younger boyfriend or rekindle her teenage romance having discovered either could be the father of her baby, I knew I had something.   Eventually it was finished and I skipped class to sweat over letters to potential agents in London. Not that I thought I’d get one, I just fancied getting some transatlantic mail.  As it turned out one wanted me and my book. Champagne corks popped.  It was a dream come true. I didn’t realise that dreams rarely materialise how you imagine them.My agent (I will never get used to saying that) took my book to Frankfurt Book Fair and I waiting impatiently to hear when I would be able to buy my book in Waterstones. Then the news came that it had sold to the highest bidder in a German auction and a pre-empted bid had secured it a home in Italy. Not long after Brazil grabbed hold of it followed by Poland. Initially I was crushed that I wouldn’t be seeing my book on home territory until the reality of being published abroad sunk in. Someone in Brazil, a country I had never even visited, thought I was funny, thought I could write and wanted other Brazilians to read my story.  That, I decided, was pretty cool.One after another my book appeared in print in languages I couldn’t read with covers so diverse it was hard to reconcile it was the same book. It was as though I had given my book up for adoption and it was having this whole fantastic life without me that I was unable to participate in.  Until this year.  The massive changes driving uncertainty in the publishing industry had been blamed for my book not finding a home in the UK. However as a new era in publishing emerges, those changes have provided the opportunity for me to finally get published here.  With the support of my agent who also represents Sophie Kinsella, my novel is now available in English on Amazon.  Finally I can tell people to go read my tale of a one-night stand that leads to utter chaos. Best of all  I can understand the reviews and comments for NO-ONE EVER HAS SEX ON A TUESDAY without having to resort to Google Translate!
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Never has a one-night stand led to such chaos!
Childhood sweethearts Matthew and Katy agree they must never see each other again after they end up in bed together following a school re-union.
So all is forgotten... until eight months later when a shock meeting at an antenatal class forces them to confront the fact that Matthew could be the father of Katy's baby. Oblivious to the mayhem unfolding, Matthew's highly-strung wife frets over giving birth to twins and Katy’s much younger boyfriend refuses to take fatherhood seriously.Love and life are messy but Katy and Matthew take things to a whole new level as deep emotions begin to resurface and hormones run riot. How will they navigate their way through this almighty cock-up?
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A Pirate's Wife: Character Interview with Cisco and Qonchita Almaida - 99 cents Book Sale now on.

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I met the characters Cisco and Qonchita Almaida in 2008 when reading another book. Their story impressed me so much that I felt it had to continue. Of course I gave them some new identities but the essential characters are still the same. With changes here and there in the story line I tried to hold true to what brought them together in the first place. Creating my own story with new characters they were the foundation of the whole plot that influenced the main characters.
I thought it a good idea to have an Interview with them and see what they have to say. In my minds-eye they are inseparable, their journey and how they meet the essences of the book and why it was born.
Yesterday you read about them through the diary entries they have written and the effect it had on them in their own words. If you missed it you can read more about it HERE.
A hopeless romantic myself it seems fitting to talk with them and understand the impact they had on each other and Rosa_Lee, the main character from 'A Pirate's Wife'

Good morning Senor and Senhora Almaida and welcome.
Your life's story had a huge impact on your daughter Rosa-Lee and her decision marrying Roberto du Val, how do you feel about that?
Cisco: Good morning Senhora, it was a shock to learn that our daughter married a pirate but knowing our daughter we knew she had her reasons for doing so. That we are the reason I am not sure about that.
Qonchita: Rosa-Lee adored Cisco from the moment she laid her eyes on him when she was only four years old. She never knew what a father was before she met him. My first husband was absent from the day she was born and when he did make an appearance he was cruel and always drunk. He never had time for her and she feared him greatly. When she met Cisco she clung to him and followed him every where he would go on the ship, later in Africa she was always around him. Poor Cisco he tried everything to keep her away but she refused to listen and yes it caused much sorrow to my Cisco.
Cisco: No my dear it is not that, it is because of you she chose to marry Roberto. (The man actually blushed, oh how sweet)
Qonchita: Oh my darling of course you were her hero. You were so kind to her those days even when she caused problems for you, just remembering the flogging still cause me pain. The continues bantering from the other sailors and the cruelty of the Captain but yet you remained the same. Years later Rosa-Lee confined in me that she witnessed the flogging from a safe place, and yet after that she was always first on your mind when we were in danger. You saved her more than I can count, giving her food when there was none, being a friend, protecting her from the elements.
When I met Roberto and later got to know him better I could understand why she married him. He had the same qualities you had. He protected her at all times even if she did those foolish things. He loved her from the moment he laid his eyes on her. In fact he told me once he loved her from the stories Pedro told him and he always knew that she would be his wife no matter what.

"You have no problem with Roberto being a pirate previously?"
Cisco: That was the way of the seas during those years Senhora. Not all pirates were bad people it was just circumstances that got them in and once you tasted the bounty it was difficult to walk away after so much freedom. The bounty of the seas had away to draw you in and keep you in her power.

But yet you remained a sailor, surely the life of a pirate had to be alluring to you?
Cisco: Yes I met a few, their lives were definitely more adventurous than mine. But the captains were often very cruel. Greed overshadowed everything else and the life of a pirate had no worth. His word was law on the ship. There was no human rights or unions to come to your aid as today. You were all alone and it cost you dearly. The price was simply too high and I had dreams.

You mentioned the dreams in the diary, tell us a bit more please?
Cisco: I come from a long line of farmers. Farming was in my blood from the day I was born. But life was difficult and my father told me to find work on a ship. He had many mouths to feed and the farm simply could not keep up with the demand of growing children. My parents had fourteen children. My brother and I was in the middle. Father thought it best if we would go since the eldest brothers already worked on the farm. We found a good Captain that taught us everything we knew. My brother died months later, breaking his neck when he fell from the big mast during a heavy storm. Through all the years I spend on the seas the dream remained. When other sailors went to the Inns and visit all the women I would visit the country side and inspect the fields. Sometimes taking odd jobs just to be close to the earth and the animals.

Then you met the Senhora?
Cisco: Yes, she changed my whole life. She gave me a daughter, two strapping sons and a huge estate. Without her nothing would be possible and I would have died a bitter old man.
Qonchita: No my darling you deserved all what you received, you are a hard worker and a compassionate man with so much love to give, without you my life would have been meaningless and my inheritance worthless. You changed all that the moment I laid my eyes on you.

What stood out the most?
Qonchita: His friendliness and kindness. Not to mention he was very handsome. The way that he cared for us during those months in the heart of Africa. Protecting us from the beasts and humans that meant us harm. Being the voice of reason when the Captain lost his mind shooting at will anything that moved. I became jealous when other women talked with him or when he helped them. But that was his nature, to help. The one thing that saved us all during those hard times.

Rosa-Lee had to witness the exchange between you two?
Qonhita: Oh yes dear. She was there twenty four hours a day. She caused us to be in each others company many times and the way he treated her did soften my heart as well.

What was the hardest thing you remember on your journey all those years ago?
Qonchita: There were so many things. We witnessed so many devastating things. Friends were captured by lions, eaten while we stood and watch. Sickness and the lack of food killed many of the group and you felt helpless at times. The cruelty of my husband and captain towards Cisco was unfairly but yet Cisco remained the same. The long trek through the wilderness I think must have been the hardest though. We had no idea where we were. Went without food for days, ate the bark of trees or leaves just to get something in. My feet was bloodied and infected often because of the walk. Shoes just did not survive the grueling march. Being exposed to the elements, the heat, the rain, biting insects. It was difficult times.

But yet you survived?
Cisco: Yes, pure determination. That is all I can say. Just the thought of Qonchita and Rosa-Lee dying in that place made me more determent to get them out. I did not rest until I knew they were safe.
Qonchita: Oh my darling (tears rolled down her face. Even after all these years you could still feel the effect of that experience on their lives)

What would you say to the young people when faced with obstacles in their lives?
Cisco: Do not give up so easily. Be determined saving those you love. It is the simplest things that often makes the biggest impact. Take it day by day even when the odds are against you.
Qonchita: Trust, it can be so easily shattered but when you trust the right person your life can change for the better. Do not look at the circumstances but lift your eyes and believe there will be a better day.
Rosa_Lee trusted her knowledge and what she learned from her father to get her through the time in captivity. Yes she did some foolish things. Getting on another pirate ship, she can be glad that Roberto came after her. Just to think!
Knowledge is power. Learn what you can that will propel you in the best direction.
Cisco: Enjoy life!

Thank you Senor and Senhora Almaida for talking with us on this fine day.



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From the Diary of Cisco AlmaidaSailorSeptember 12, 1621New people boarded the ship today: a man and his wife and their young child. The chatter of the little girl was interesting to say the least. I never thought I would love this so much. What would the fellows say if they hear about this? Big Cisco Almaida falling for a little girl like that. She stood next to her mother, a stunning woman with dark hair and dark smouldering eyes. The eyes were shadowed as if to hide something deeper. She was not happy, even if she was married to the rich merchant. Faro Iago’s reputation preceded him. How could she be married to that scoundrel, who was so far beneath her? The man clearly did not appreciate her or his daughter. How many times have I wished for a wife and child of my own? Like this man had. After nineteen years on this ship it was only a dream, but the little girl did something today. She touched a very deep desire for a family of my own. Maybe even a piece of land where I could retire. An impossible dream for any hardened sailor. Can I be so bold to continue this dream?†††From the Diary of Qonchita Alamida
Mother of Rosa-Lee September 13, 1621Again we spent time with Cisco today. Rosa-Lee simply cannot leave him alone. At first he was reluctant to encourage her, tending to his work at hand. But her constant chatter put a smile on his face and by lunch he talked to her softly. I could see his eyes were always seeking the captain. I found Faro with some of the sailors gambling and it made me uneasy but I said nothing to him and spent my time with Rosa-Lee.There are quite a number of people on the ship. I understand we are three hundred and forty eight people in all, with slaves numbering two hundred. The Captain told me it was quite a large number but bragged his vessel was capable of carrying the load. With the slaves in confinement in the hold of the ship the deck is not overcrowded but I wonder how they fair down there in this heat.I can only hope that we will be well and that the Lord’s protection will be with us daily.†††From the Diary of Cisco AlmaidaSailor
September 14, 1621 The little girl’s continuous chatter and seeking me out are getting me in trouble. The Captain warned me today for the final time. He is within his rights of course. As a sailor I know this. But how can I ignore her? She is a pleasure to have around. And her mother is gorgeous but I have to keep my distance. I can see she is interested as well but this could never be. She is married, a lady of good means. I am just a sailor. I can offer her nothing.But I can dream, even if it is futile. I know it is silly but the feelings she invokes in me make me feel worthy to love and to dream of a family of my own.Alfonso warned me that the men are talking, that they have seen the looks we give each other. I don’t want to bring her trouble. She is too much of a lady for riff-raff to speak of her in that fashion. I will have to keep my distance. I should work on the mast where the little girl cannot find me. I will have to speak to Tanur tomorrow.†††From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
September 15, 1621Cisco was on the mast today. Never once did he come down from there to speak with Rosa-Lee. Even when she called out to him he did not look at her. I could see that it hurt her but I had to explain to her that he has to do his work. He is a sailor and cannot spend time with her.But I do miss him.Faro tried to talk to us today, but he was drinking and Rosa-Lee was scared of him. He swayed on his feet, his eyes bloodshot. I heard there was trouble with the game and the Captain warned him to be careful around the sailors.I saw some of the slaves today. Met a young Indian girl. Her name is Kayla. We got to talk for a while before she had to go back into the hold. Rosa-Lee also liked her. She was very beautiful and several sailors looked at her. I was uneasy at her common flirting with them while we talked. In the future I will be careful of her and the company she keeps.†††From the Diary of Cisco AlmaidaSailor
September 16, 1621I bumped into the lady today. It was by pure accident since I keep my distance, but when I touched her I could not let her go. After the initial shock passed and she realized who held her she relaxed in my arms. For a few seconds I could only enjoy the lady in my arms. She fits perfectly. She is more beautiful up close. I had to struggle not to kiss her and I could see she wanted me to. That would be a mistake.I know it is wrong but I cannot help myself. The feelings I have for her are growing daily. I will have to work harder to avoid her as much as possible. A sailor and a lady are absolutely unsuited. It can never happen.†††From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
September 16, 1621I cannot believe I was in his arms today. He smelled of the ocean, clean and fresh. He was strong and enormous in size but I fit perfectly. Those seconds were wonderful, I wish I could have more. It felt so right, although it was wrong. My heart nearly beat out of my chest and I wished he had kissed me but he was right. It could never happen. I am a married woman. There is no future for us.†††From the Diary of Cisco AlmaidaSailor
September 17, 1621What is that woman up to? Today I walked hand in hand with Rosa-Lee on the upper deck and Kayla was there. She spoke with Cisco. My Cisco, her hand on his arm. Did he welcome it? Oh Please God. Don’t let him turn out to be just another man who wants to bed me, only to run off again. I cannot take that. Rosa-Lee wrapped herself around his leg the moment she saw him. The Captain was not pleased. I saw the fury raging in his eyes. Then I saw the pleading in Cisco’s eyes before he looked away.I removed her from him immediately, but that left him in the presence of Kayla and for some reason the woman laughed at me. I am a lady of noble birth, my upbringing beyond reproach. Am I now in contest with a slave? For the love of a sailor.†††From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
September 18, 1621This day started so well and ended in disaster.The look in the Captain’s eyes said so much. And then there is the lady. She found me talking to that slave girl. She merely walked up to me and started to introduce herself to me while she placed her hand on my arm. She looked at me as if I were her last hope. I saw the disappointment, the hurt on the lady’s face. But I could not talk to her. To make matters worse the little girl refused to let go of me and cried when the mother took her away. Captain Breno saw everything and his eyes spit fire. I have been warned. What will happen tomorrow?†††From the Diary of Cisco AlmaidaSailor
September 19, 1621Today was an unpleasant day on the ship. The Captain worked Cisco almost to death. I heard the men talking. He received no water or food for the day and under the scorching sun it had to be unbearable. I wanted to offer him water at least but another sailor stopped me.Cisco avoided me and Rosa-Lee cried.The Captain and Faro sneered down at him while they talked about me, as if I am a common whore. How could Faro do this to me? I felt so ashamed. Some of the sailors laughed at me. The man who stopped me asked me to leave the deck because I would make matters worse for Cisco. It was hard to leave him there. Tired, thirsty and lonely. Rosa-Lee cried once again when I took her below and when I passed the compartment in the hull where the slaves were held Kayla laughed openly at me.I felt betrayed at her actions.It is all my fault. I cannot give in and make matters worse for him.I explained to my four-year-old daughter but I doubt she understood. She missed Cisco. That was all there was to it. But I will have to watch her.I cannot allow him to suffer on account of us.†††From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
September 21, 1621Today Alfonso, Cisco’s friend, the man who stopped me when I wanted to offer him water, helped us to have a few minutes of privacy on the deck.It was short but worth it. I simply had to see him. I had to know if he was okay. The last two days the captain made him slave away while everyone snickered behind his back. How could they do this to this man? He is a gentle, kind and loving man. How could they treat him like that? But I had to make sure he was okay. I had to, before I would finally let go of him.I begged him to kiss me and at first he was hesitant. I pressed myself against him and turned my face upward, stretching as high as I could. He was so tall that even if I stood on my tiptoes I could not reach his face. For a long minute he fought it. I saw the hesitation, the fight for control, but eventually he lowered his head and we kissed for the first time. It was everything I hoped it would be. That one kiss held promises of a future we both knew was futile to hope for. But that kiss told me what he felt. He felt the same. His breath was warm on my face as his eyes raked over mine. He did not conceal the look of love as he whispered my name. It all told me that he felt the same way.In that few minutes we allowed ourselves the time to dream, to hope, to love.I love him. The emotion swept me from my feet, but I was not startled about it. It was a peace that settled deep within me and I know that this is the man I have lost my heart to. I have no remorse in loving Cisco Almaida.†††From the Diary of Cisco AlmaidaSailor
September 21, 1621It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have kissed her. But how can I resist the one woman I truly love? She loves me. That was the most pleasurable wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. This lady, a woman of noble birth, loves me, an ordinary sailor man.She was worried about me. She kept on repeating that she would do whatever she could to make my life easier. But we both know it was a not to be.Captain Breno is a stern and vicious man. He seldom listens to anyone. Nor does he take advice from a woman, even one as highborn as Qonchita. What a beautiful name. It suits her. In my arms today she was far from the “ice queen” others have called her.I love her.†††From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
September 22, 1621Rosa-Lee was hard to control today and with all the strength she had she fought against me to be with Cisco. I could not blame her. That is where I want to be. In his arms. I can still feel them around me; still feel the touch of his lips.When she got away from me she ran up to him and held him as if her life depended on it. She refused to let go, even with gentle urging from him. She cried so loud that it drew everyone’s attention. Captain Breno made it plain he was not impressed with her innocent display. When I finally did get her away I pleaded for Cisco’s life. I was sure the vicious man was going to do something to him. But he said he would not harm his own crew.I really hoped that was the case. But when I tried to get Cisco’s attention he refused to look at me. I am afraid for him.Faro made an attempt after that to console Rosa-Lee, but she was so scared of him that she sobbed and panicked to get away. He was not pleased about her open disdain towards him. He slapped her and dropped her on the deck. Every eye was on us. I felt so ashamed.Alfonso came and helped me with her and led me to our cabin. Cisco disappeared and Faro went back to the Captain’s cabin, no doubt.The next day I heard the rumours that some of the slave girls entertained them during the night. One woman, robust and ample in her curves, sneered at me today. High and mighty, she looked down at me as if I am beneath her. Her dress revealed everything. Her yellow teeth were a sharp contrast against her pale skin. She reeked of alcohol and tobacco, Faro’s favorite vices besides women. No doubt she was one of the favorites. How could he embarrass me like this? He has no respect for me or Rosa-Lee.I saw Kayla again, briefly. She looked down at me and refused to speak to me. What I did to her I don’t know.†††From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
September 22, 1621I cannot believe what I saw today. The captain flogged Cisco like an animal. My heart was ripped in pieces as I watched in horror, that giant of a man sprawled out against the ropes and flogged like a common criminal.
They all laughed and joked about him, and like the man I know he is, he took it silently. His skin split open as blood seeped from his wounds. He was covered in his own blood from the shoulders down. How could he endure it?I tried to run to him but someone held me back.Sobs wracked through me as he arched in pain when the salt water splashed over him. He roared in agony and four men carried him away. He was limp between them. He had to be unconscious. When I wanted to go to him the captain refused my request.How can I sit here and know that he is in pain? I must do something. I need to find away.I am just glad that Rosa-Lee did not witness this brutality.My heart aches for her and for him. She searched for him all day but I simply had no heart to tell her the truth. It would break her heart.†††From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
September 23, 1621Finally Alfonso managed to get me to Cisco. When I reached him he had a high fever. I brought some ointment and tended his wounds. He was delirious, calling out my name. I made him as comfortable as I could. For a long time I sat next to him and watched as he slept. Several times I calmed him down when the fever-induced dreams made him want to get out of the bed. The moment I spoke to him and told him how much I love him he was peaceful and slept. I wanted to stay but Alfonso convinced me it would not be wise for the captain to find me there.At least I know he will be all right tonight. Alfonso promised me he will stay close and let me know if anything changes.I miss Cisco.†††From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
September 26, 1621Today the sea was stormy. The clouds formed over us, dark and menacing. But at least Cisco is better. He had his first meal in three days. Alfonso assured me he would be all right. I could only see him for short intervals in the last few days. Alfonso guarded the door at all times.Cisco is strong. I know that. But I cleaned and tended the wounds the best I could.Soon he will be up. I actually loved this time. I could attend to him and touch him often. I know I love him. Somehow I will find a way to be with him always.But I must admit the weather has me worried. Even the captain is not his usual confident self. I really hope the ship will hold up.It took a while to get Rosa-Lee to sleep. The motion of the ship where more fierce than what we are used to. It rolls from side to side, the upper decks swaying into the waves. My stomach churns with every motion.Oh Lord, keep us safe. Help us to find a way to be together.
From the Diary of Qonchita AlamidaMother of Rosa-Lee 
December 25, 1623It has been two years since our journey of survival began in Africa. Two years since I have written anything down in my diary, the only book I was able to save on that hopeless night of September 29, 1621.But before I capture those terrible events, I want to pen down my love’s reaction to the estate we will be living in for the rest of our lives.In the end it became possible for us to be together. The price was high but we have survived and I know with Cisco at my side I can face anything else.As a Christmas gift I gave him full ownership of my estate. It has been handed down from generation to generation of Artiagas. I knew he would be the perfect land owner to continue the legacy my family started, and that my inheritance was safe.When Rosa-Lee climbed on his lap to give him a big wet kiss he smiled down at her and gave her a bear hug. The last few days he had been extremely emotional. We both felt a deep compassion for him. I feel proud to know this man, my husband, Cisco Almaida. When I handed him the papers he was shocked. Disbelief shone clear in the blue depths of his eyes. He had the same expression when we first arrived two days ago.He could not believe the large estate or the castle, built by my great-great grandfather all those years ago.When we arrived Cisco only stared at the estate, the manicured gardens and lawns only yellow due to the cold weather, and I had to encourage him to step into the castle as man of the house. This was more than he ever dreamed of. His mind was stunned and dumbfounded at the magnitude of the riches he faced. I had told him about the place, to prepare him, but I knew he would only appreciate it fully when he saw it.He stood in the enormous foyer of the castle and gaped in awe. The magnificent wooden staircase spiralled to the upper levels. The black and white marble tiles gleamed in the late sunlight. Fires were already laid all through the house, for which we were grateful. The staff had done a magnificent work in maintaining the place while we were gone.He felt overwhelmed by it all until Rosa-Lee reached for his hand and walked with him to the parlour with its exquisite furniture, tapestries and golden framed paintings of past generations. She chattered nonstop, even if it was her first visit. But the difference was she is used to these riches and he was not.After we settled in, he walked the estate over the next two days, and I showed him the inheritance. Surrounded with a rapid-flowing river with tree lines on both sides, the castle looked impressive, built out of stones and brick, standing three stories tall in the Portugal sun. Each room was filled with generations worth of treasures; heavy hand crafted furniture, art, and family portraits, tapestries bought in India, China, Spain and Africa, rich in colour, hung on the walls.At first, he could not comprehend the papers, or his new title as land owner. He struggled for words this morning, but accepted the responsibilities as property owner. This was a difficult time for Portugal. The country was in a transitional phase and landowners were often unfair dictators. But I knew he was wise and would treat his people with respect and kindness. He would give them what was fair, distributing our wealth for the benefit of all.Cisco is willing to learn. His good, kind heart draws people closer. Already he and Franco, the manager of the estate, have a close friendship. His first lesson was to learn to ride his horse, another present from Rosa-Lee. She was so excited when the horse was presented to him that she giggled with pure joy. His face lit up in childlike wonder at the powerfully-muscled black stallion. When he approached the animal the horse responded in like fashion. It took us a while to get him back in the house.What a delight the day has been. Alfonso will leave soon on the ship Cisco received from the D.E.I.C. for his brave efforts during the last two years. Kayla and Derek will leave for their new home in Spain and the house will become ours alone. There are so many things I still want to show him. I can hardly wait.But tonight I will give him his greatest gift when I reveal my pregnancy to him. I just know this will leave him speechless. 

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I was fortunate enough to get the villain from A Pirate’s Wife for an interview. Falcon had no last name but was well known in the 1600's. A man who instilled fear over the seven seas through out his time. Cunning and sly, brutal to those around him and …




Falcon “Now just stop there Missy!”
Me “Why?”

Falcon “What do you mean I was the villain?”
Me “Well you did do all those horrible things to people and you died at the end”
Falcon “I call it survival of the fittest Miss”
Falcon “Who are you any way?”


Me “The Author of the book”

Falcon “Women can not write they are simple minded”
Me “No we are not, we live in the 21 Century, women can do all things now”
Falcon “Imbeciles, never! Women can do nothing. They are only good for one thing”

He slammed his fist on the table and I must admit the man had me shaking in my boots.


Me “We are not in your Century any more Mr. Falcon”
Falcon “Bha, women are only good for one thing”
Me “Must I remind you Mr. Falcon that you were killed by a woman”
Silence fell among us as the beady eyes darted over the restaurant we met earlier on. One of my favorite hang outs and I felt very chuff to get the notorious Pirate here. Even if he was dead.Falcon “It is because you wrote the story, you know nothing of honor”
Me “It was not honorable what you did to the Almaida family or Rosa-Lee” I pointed out


Falcon “She sure was pretty” and he grinned slyly
Me “Yes she was, married to Roberto, They were happy and  they sure did deceive you”


Falcon “I was furious!” his fist hit the table again cursing at the fellow who stared at us and he looked away.
Me “Easy there, we do not tolerate such bad behavior in public anymore”
Falcon “Bha, I still can not believe she killed me.”
Me “You did dare her and you threaten her and her baby’s life”
Falcon “If it was my baby she would have felt differently about me”
Me “But she didn’t she carried Roberto’s baby”
Falcon “Do not mention that traitor’s name in front of me” he hissed.
Me “But he was your son”
Falcon “Imbeciles! Do not mention his name, I will kill you”
Me “So much violence. You died just as you lived”
Falcon “I had a noble profession”


Me “No, you were a villain, thief and murderer”
Falcon “There is that word again, how dare you! I had mouths to feed”
Me “There were other ways to feed them!”
Falcon “Bha, typical woman, know nothing”
Me “If I know nothing, then inform me so that I can understand why you became a Pirate?”
Falcon “It is a long story”
Me “I have time, would you like some tea?”
Falcon “what do I look like to you, a woman?”
Me “No but I thought tea would help you to calm down”
Falcon “I do not care for tea, I need rum!”
Me “Tea and coffee, nothing else. This is a family restaurant. What about a nice Espresso, which would calm you down”
Falcon “What is that?”
Me “Strong coffee. Drink” I smiled at him
Falcon “Nice and strong” smacking his lips, twirling the dark liquid in his small cup
Falcon “What did you call this drink?”
Me “Espresso”
Falcon “Espresso. Hmmm” smacking his lips again and gave me a grin
Me “Please tell me why you choose the Pirate’s life?”
Falcon “I ran away from home when I was only a lad of twelve. My father used to beat us with out reason; always drunk and in a bad mood. My mother, a pretty little thing was broken and had no more life in her.” I swear I could saw a tear forming in the corner of his eye but he brushed it away quickly and I decide not to say anything.
“She could not defend herself against the onslaught and finally he beat her to death and when I put her in the ground I disappeared never to return home. I found myself work in an Inn, but that was no work for me. All that cleaning and scrubbing just did not sit well with me. I wanted to explore the world. I listened to all the stories from the sailors who passed through the Inn, watched as they told in great detail about their ventures and I was hooked.” Taking another sip
Falcon “I met Brutus” he chuckled looked at me and said “now there was a villain, the devil personified,
that one. He let me work on the ships he owned. Every thing I knew I learned from him and I learned what hard work was, he was merciless. Tolerated no disobedience from any one and I would get a swat against the head often, but I did not mind. I was where I wanted to be, on a ship and having my own ventures”
Me “How long did you work for him?”
Falcon “I was a grown man by the time he died. Brutally I might add. His second-in-command finally got to him and whacked him with an axe. Now that was a bloody mess”
Me “If you do not mind, spare me the gory details” and I shivered
Falcon “Bha, women”
Me “Please go on”
Falcon “To my surprise the men chose me to be their new Captain. The task was overwhelming but I have learned to be tough. Trained by Brutus I ruled with an iron fist. Tolerated no nonsense from my men. We sailed the seven seas, conquered everything that came in our sight. Including women. Now those were the days”
Me “Today they will hunt you down”
Falcon “Who?”
Me “The authorities”
Falcon “I am not scared”
Me “I know because you are dead”
Falcon “Will you stop rubbing it in, imbecile!”
Me “I will not tolerate that tone with me and I must remind you that you have been dead for centuries”
Falcon “Bha” he sneered.
Me “Tell me your thoughts about Rosa-Lee”
Falcon “She was a pretty little thing”
Me “You said that before, what else?”
Falcon “Brave, very brave. I would have loved to have her for myself but at the end the best man win”
Me “So you do not mind that Roberto…”

Falcon “You are a dim wit, of course I mind”
Me “Sir if you do not mind”
Falcon “What! Will your authorities capture me” he sneered once again
Me “It is impolite to talk like that”
Falcon “Impolite! Bha. That Rosa-lee was the same. Annoying b…”
Me “Falcon Sir!” my patience was dangerously low
Falcon “She was brave and a good fighter with the sword”
Me “Yes I know”
Falcon “How will you know, you are so young?’
Me “I wrote the book”
Falcon “Bha”
Me “Why did you not like women? I would have thought after the way your father treated your mother that you would be better?”
Falcon “Women can not think for themselves and needs a firm hand from a man”
Me “I am sorry sir, but women can think for themselves. In this century they have good professions, trained to do any work. There is no limit any more”
Falcon “Bha, I do not believe you. A women need to know who is in charge, who is the better man”
Me “That does not make you a better man” I was truly annoyed with this old geezer
Falcon “I do not have to listen to this anymore”
Me “Fine, I do not talk to ghosts”
Falcon “Bha” and he was gone.
Just like that.
Me “Well there you have it, even in death he is impossible to talk too.”
Falcon “Imbeciles!”


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Wander Home Excerpt and 4 Star Review plus New Book Release by author Karen K Wyle

Blurb:
Death is what you make it. . . .
Eleanor never wanted to leave the daughter she loved so much. The overpowering urge to wander -- to search, without knowing what she sought -- drove her away. She left little Cassidy in her family's loving care. But Cassidy and the others died in an accident before Eleanor could find her way home.
Now, they are all reunited, in an afterlife where nothing is truly lost. Places once loved may be revisited, memories relived or even shared. One may be any age suitable to the mood and moment. Surely this is a place where Eleanor and her family can understand and heal. And yet, the restlessness that shaped Eleanor's life still haunts her in death. Somehow, she must solve the mystery of her life -- or none of them will be at peace.

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Bio:
Karen A. Wyle was born a Connecticut Yankee, but moved every few years throughout her childhood and adolescence.  After college in California, law school inMassachusetts, and a mercifully short stint in a large San Francisco law firm, she moved to Los Angeles, where she met her now-husband, who hates L.A.  They eventually settled in Bloomington, Indiana, home of Indiana University.
Wyle has been a voracious and compulsive reader as long as she can remember.  Do not strand this woman on a plane without reading matter!  Wyle was an English and American Literature major at Stanford University, which suited her, although she has in recent years developed some doubts about whether studying literature is, for most people, a good preparation for enjoying it. 
Wyle's voice is the product of almost five decades of reading both literary and genre fiction.  It is no doubt also influenced, although she hopes not fatally tainted, by her years of law practice.  Her personal history has led her to focus on often-intertwined themes of family, communication, the impossibility of controlling events, and the persistence of unfinished business.
The best way readers, to contact her is at kawyle@att.net – but to sign up for updates on new releases or the like, head to http://kawyle.wufoo.com/forms/z7x3k7/ .

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This book is set in an afterlife: what sort of afterlife, the reader may decide.
Excerpt
Cassidy stood tall and watched the wave approaching. Fifteen was a good age for confronting the ocean. That morning she had been five years old, playing happily in her sandbox;  from sand to beach, from beach to ocean waves, seemed a natural progression.The wave loomed above her, glowing turquoise and green. She dove under the crest, through the surging water, and popped up behind the swell, bobbing in the follower waves. The water held her and rocked her; over the hiss and roar of the waves, she could hear the distant squawk of seagulls. All around was the smell of seaweed and salt and sunshine.Once, her mother had held her, carried her, rocked her, surrounded her with love and safety. She had no idea how long it had been, but she remembered. Remembering, she let herself slip younger as she floated on the swells. But larger waves were coming, so she grew again, six, ten, sixteen; then caught a wave and rode it into shore.Her grandparents and her great-grandmother were waiting for her. Great-Grandma was young today, slim and blonde and straight, standing like a dancer just before the music starts. Grandma Sarah and Grandpa Jack had chosen to be older, gray-haired, with the comfortable look of a couple who for years have weathered each other’s moods and followed each other’s thoughts.Cassidy ran up the beach toward them. She slipped to eight years old as she reached them, so Grandpa Jack could pick her up and toss her in the air. The sun flashed in her eyes as she flew up, and again as she fell back toward his hands. He set her down again and flopped onto the sand, patting the space next to him. She sat, folding her legs tailor fashion; Great-Grandma flowed gracefully down to sit on her other side. Only Grandma Sarah remained standing, younger now, her hair in a long red braid.Grandpa Jack and Great-Grandma both put their arms around her. Cassidy looked at Grandpa Jack. He was blinking as if he had something in both his eyes. She swiveled around toward Great-Grandma; Great-Grandma nodded toward Grandma Sarah.Cassidy threw her head back, looking up at Grandma Sarah and squinting in the sun. Grandma Sarah squatted down in front of her. "Cassie, love, we have some news for you. Good, important news."The seabirds were calling as if they wanted to be first with the message, whatever it was. Grandma Sarah leaned forward to kneel in the sand, reached out and took Cassidy's hands."It's your mother, sweetheart. She's coming. She'll be here soon. We'll all be seeing her again."Cassidy felt herself getting smaller, small. She was two years old. She scrambled to her feet. "Mommy!"  Her own shrill voice frightened her, and she called even louder, twisting from side to side, searching the beach and the water. "Mommy!  MOMMY!"Great-Grandma had slipped old, white hair shining in the sunlight, her cheeks pink, soft wrinkles in her face, smelling of flour. She pulled Cassidy close, crooning, "Hush, hush. It's all right, baby. Shhhh."  Cassidy burrowed against her and breathed the comforting scent. She thought she might feel better if she got big again, but nothing happened.She heard Grandpa Jack speak. "Mama, Sarah, let's go somewhere cozier."  Then the sun, the waves, the seabirds were all gone, and they were in Great-Grandma's living room. She was snuggled up next to Great-Grandma on the big shabby couch. There were shortbread cookies on the coffee table. Grandma Sarah sat on Grandpa Jack's lap in the big armchair, Grandpa Jack playing with Grandma Sarah's hair."Cassidy, honey, it's time to be a big girl. We have more to talk about."  Great-Grandma stroked her cheek, then kissed it.Cassidy squeezed her eyes tight. "I'm trying. It's hard. Why is it hard?"Grandpa Jack spoke. "Well, baby, you were just this age when your mama left. You're remembering it so hard, right now, that you're maybe a little stuck. Relax, honey, and know that everything's all right. It'll come."Cassidy took a deep breath, and another, and another. Great-Grandma skootched away to give her room. Cassidy opened her eyes. She was thirteen years old. She reached for a cookie."There, that's better, isn't it?"  Great-Grandma picked out a cookie for herself and took a hearty bite."When will she be here?  When can I see her?"Grandma Sarah brought Cassidy a glass of milk, then sat back down on Grandpa Jack's lap. "Honey, those are two different questions. She'll be here very soon, and you can see her just a little while after that. It's going to be —""Why can't I see her right away?"  She didn't want to yell at Grandma Sarah, but she felt like yelling. It was always harder to be patient at thirteen. She slipped to twenty, but it felt wrong, too big, too grown up for a little girl missing her mother. She slid back to ten. "Cassie, you were so young when you got here, only six years old. You weren't set in your ways yet — you expected to learn new things every day, to have adventures and surprises. Coming here was just another and bigger adventure. But it's different for older people. It's more of a shock. We think it'd be best if Great-Grandma welcomes her first, and explains things.""How long will that take?"  Cassidy swallowed tears and washed them away with a gulp of milk.Great-Grandma moved back over and hugged her.  "Not as long as it will feel to you. I'll bring her to see you as soon as I can."


My 4 Star Review

An interesting and compelling read about the afterlife. This version of a familiar topic between people and how life would be after we passed away and that of the author would differ greatly. In a Book/ Reading group this would make an interesting topic. Karen had to spend a considerable amount of time in creating the plot line that in the beginning was confusing. But as it unfolds you get drawn into the lives of this family that all meet up in the afterlife trying to make sense of Eleanor's choices in life. The main character in the book.
Meeting each character with their unique personalities and the shiftiness between ages and places of relevance had me pondering from page one. Not sure where she was going with this. The story line strange almost as if the author did not know where to go with the many different scenarios in the book. 
But with time understanding dawned and it became more explainable. 
The craftiness of the story line became apparent and I could enjoy the read for what it was. Looking at the list of editors I can understand why it was necessary to have them in order to make this a thought provoking book. 
I would have loved to see a better ending though, after the long search Eleanora (who at first had no idea why she could never find a resting place for herself or her child) and Jordana (with the need to have a child and leave her husband behind) taking them on different journeys making some mistakes during their lives stopping abruptly with no real conclusion. Leaving you cheated with some important information not shared.
Mateo the husband that was left behind find himself in between two women who was his wife and a daughter that was not his daughter. His confusion evident as he struggle to come to grips with the new twist in his life. But because of wisdom and age he accepted Cassidy as his own.
This is a well written book with many twists and turns and the outcome unpredictable but yet very entertaining. 
Thanks Karen for the opportunity to review the book. 


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New Book Release Announcement
The official release day is May 23rd. 
Reach: a Twin-Bred novel, Volume 2 Genre: Science-Fiction
BlurbScientist Mara Cadell created the Twin-Bred -- pairs of fraternal twins, one human and one Tofa -- to bridge the profound and dangerous gap between the human colonists on Tofarn and the indigenous Tofa. Unexpectedly, it is the Tofa host mothers who now claim the capacity to bring peace between the two. The Twin-Bred themselves have been forced to abandon their mission and their planet, in the hope of finding a less hostile home. Only one pair remain behind, seeking to build new and separate lives with their own kind.

But Mara and the Twin-Bred should know by now that plans provide little protection. New challenges are in store for all the Twin-Bred, and for those whose lives they touch. 
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