View From my coffee cup

My coffee tastes a lot better these days. What change,?

My optimistic mindset that all will end well.

Here’s my recent Newsletter.

RESONATE June 3, 2020.In 2014 I published my first romantic novel, titled CRY TOUGH.
Male and female rave about CRY TOUGH. I still marvel at my creativity in Fiction writing. CRY TOUGH is a story that brings back sweet memories of yesterday … what used to be. It is a pleasure for me to deliver CRY TOUGH in Kindle format.https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00TUFV4OC/
And since CRY TOUGH is conveniently downloadable (e-readers, smartphones, laptops, etc) get it today and enjoy a good, cozy read, during these crazy days of COVIT-19.
I am giving away four (4) Paperbacks of CRY TOUGH to readers who show proof that they bought the Kindle Version and have written a review on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00TUFV4OC/

Happy Reading!

Excerpt from CRY TOUGH
CHAPTER ONE
Yorkville, TorontoFall of 1977 had been unseasonably warm—a real Indian summer. Hansel Smith and Clinton Gayle sat at a small table, on the sidewalk patio at Muff’s Café sipping cold drinks and talking. Hansel’s glass of tonic water toppled over. “Damn, this happens every time. Those pretty women walking by make me nervous.” He turned and looked at Clinton with glazed-over eyes. “So, when will the girl from Montego Bay arrive?”“You mean Blossom Black?”“Yes, Blossom Black, when will she get here?”Clinton studied Hansel. “Hans, don’t be getting big ideas, the deal we made is strictly business. You do your part, and the rest will fall into place, Blossom has her plans, she isn’t looking for a relationship.”“No worries, Clint, everything is cool, I’m only interested in my share of the dough … got to pay bills, my friend.”Hansel had always imagined himself a performer. His mother saw him as the son, who could be—a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, even a businessman; nevertheless, he was a blues singer.Hansel had never been interested in formal schooling even though his father had told him, “Finish your education. Don’t end up being a street entertainer like me, earning a pittance.”Everyone familiar with the Smith family from Pond Street in Sheffield, England, knew that the father played the guitar, the mother played cymbals, and Hansel—the little boy—sang along with the mother; no one was surprised that Hansel sang blues when he became a man.“I love to sing blues. Singing anything but blues is a waste of my talent,” Hansel told his friends. He was at his best when he was performing his B.B. King imitations.When Hansel took up residence in Toronto, he was a grown man and an established blues singer, but work was hard to come by except for the occasional gigs at the El Mocambo nightclub. Hansel was a notorious flirt, and his British accent attracted the ladies. He would often say he loved women, beautiful “things,” and his music—in that order… 
Enjoy!

Olive Rose Steele is the author of WATT TOWN ROAD : In Retrospect