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Uvi’s comments from the The Creative Spark with Uvi Poznansky group.

Lindsay Townsend's books are mostly historical romance and set in medieval England, ancient Rome or ancient Egypt. I am thrilled that she invited me to her blog, to showcase my novel, Dancing with Air. My excerpt started with,

At the back of the castle, Natasha removed her long-sleeve shirt, saying she was burning hot, even though the air had already started to cool down. Upon reaching the bike, she hopped onto the saddle, pretending to be the rider, but fumbling about, because of knowing next to nothing about the controls.
“So tell me,” she said, “how long will it take me to learn to ride the bike?”
“Two minutes to understand,” I said. “A lifetime to master.”

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Two minutes to understand. A lifetime to master

Christoph Fischer is the author of several historical and contemporary fiction books (Sebastian, The Luck of the Weissensteiners, and more.) He is also is a high-ranking reviewer on Goodreads. I am thrilled that he invited me to come back to his website, to chat about my new novel, Dancing with Air.

He opened the feature post with these welcoming remarks: Uvi is no stranger to my blog. I’m a big fan and am delighted to announce her newest release: Dancing with Air--

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Writer Christoph Fischer ~ Books, Reviews, and Bookish Thoughts

Doing the happy dance! My novel ✨ Dancing with Air ✨has just been released in all ebook formats! Get it now, you'll love it!

And stay tuned: in a few days, the paperback edition will be published as well.

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Doing the happy dance! Dancing with Air is here

Check out my interview, talking about ny new release, Dancing with Air, on Barbara Herrera's lovely blog:

Interview with Uvi Poznansky Author of DANCING WITH AIR

The glow of this memory was as tempting and as fanciful as delusion. I ached for warmth, and wished I could leap, somehow, over time and distance, and find my way back into that circle. I wished I could sit there by the fire pit, and stretch out my hands, even blacken them by touching the dying embers--

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I wished I could find my way back into that circle

Elizabeth Zguta is a talented author, who considers herself a life learner not only because of the courses she audits, but also things learned with hands-on life experiences. She gains satisfaction reading something new and connecting with others on a topic. Here is her lovely review for the audio edition of Rise to Power:

"A Good Human Drama"
Would you listen to Rise to Power again? Why?
Rise To Power reminds me of the book The Red Tent, and brings life into the old biblical tale of David.

Who was the most memorable character of Rise to Power and why?
The author's words flesh out the character of David, endowing him with human frailty, pride and desires. The bigger than life hero from the Bible, who faced the giant Goliath, is spread out before the reader in full light, with real life drama that faces all men. The norms for the time were respected, as well as his need for fame.

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With this woman presenting herself to my imagination in such an alluring way, I began worrying that I would surely go down in history as a sinner. Truly I wished to stay honest with the public—but knew I would find it difficult to do so. Being absolutely frank about the naughty thoughts in my head would surely prevent me from looking good in their eyes.

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A rosy sunset light played upon her neck, her ears, her cheeks

All the while I see her in my mind, not the way she is now, but the way she was back then, riding the beast, coming towards me out of a cloud of smoke, debris swirling all around her. I remember her hand as she pulled me up to my feet, saving my life.
Whatever happens to Natasha, that’s the way I’ll bring her back, always--

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You must now hold on to me

✨ 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?

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Is she is a killer, too?

Introducing the wonderful video trailer, created by Suzanne Jenkins (one of the authors in our team) especially for those of us who love reading on the beach. Here is our boxed set, A Touch of Passion, check it out:

A Touch of Passion summer trailer

Perhaps he expected to see an odd, bewildered look on my face. But no, I fixed my eyes at the sea melding into the sky. The only way to tell them apart was to note that it was creased, as if someone pulled a cloth across it. I took my shoes off, felt the wet sand, and listened to the yawn of the waves. I was happy--

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Let the breath of summer take you: The Music of Us

✨ At last we turned ashore. From time to time I pushed off a plank of wood, covered in a bit of seaweed, which came floating our way. That, for me, was just part of the adventure. Crossing the line of spray, where the breakers came to meet the shore, I felt sorry that it was almost over, that it was time to say goodbye to this place, where we found ourselves steeped in this strange, magical feeling.
Happiness--

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We found ourselves steeped in this strange, magical feeling. Happiness

Serving on the European front, Lenny longs for Natasha, the girl who captured his heart back home. At first, he enjoys fulfilling his military task, which is to write bogus reports, designed to fall into the hands of Nazi Intelligence and divert their attention from the upcoming invasion of Normandy. To fool the enemy, these reports are disguised as love letters to another woman. His task must remain confidential, even at the risk of Natasha becoming suspicious of him.

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The brace on five-year-old Susanne's leg made her journey slow and awkward. But since she'd joined their family, Derrick had quickly come to realize how important it was to her that he allow her to maneuver down the incline all by herself. Adopting a special needs child had been a long and harrowing experience. Several times, both he and Anna were sure their petition would be rejected. But he was glad they had stuck with it. Susanne's determination and ever-growing independence never failed to make Derrick feel proud--

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Why not start the summer with a bang? Here are three excerpts, specifically chosen for their impact, from each one of the books in my series, The David Chronicles:

With an unexpected sob she pulls her hand out of mine, and I am left kneeling there, holding air. Which is when I hear a new kind of sound that can only be described as choked silence, and I bang my head under the table on my way to stand up--

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Start the summer with a bang: The David Chronicles

✨ Start the summer with a bang: Here are three excerpts, specifically chosen for their impact, from each one of the novels in my series, Still Life with Memories: "That morning in training camp it was not the sound of loading, nor was it that distinct ping that alerted me to danger, but the whisper of blades of grass tearing asunder, falling with a whoosh left and right as the bullet came flying straight at me. Like a thunderbolt, it hit my shoulder--"

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Start the summer with a bang: Still Life with Memories

“Come here,” I whisper to her.
Instead she goes to the window. I find myself unable to say anything, so instead I make a note to myself, to write down these words, later: “The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride. You are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.”

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You are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain

I adore my son, which lures me into seeing myself—my own image, only more invincible—in him. So what if he is rebellious? I must have been the same way at his age. Back then, did I not leave my father, exchanging the safety of his home for something unknown, for adventure? Did I not defy his charge for me to remain there, in Hebron, and support him in his time of need?

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Enjoy Father's Day together: read The Edge of Revolt

For a while I leaf through this book, which Lenny’s bought me. I bet he’s real excited. He so looks forward to becoming a father, the second time around. I can just see him in my head, like, holding the baby’s hand, guiding him already in his first steps. Then, letting go, he’s gonna take a step or two back, and hold his breath, waiting there for the little one to walk into his open arms--

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Enjoy #FathersDay together: read My Own Voice

Finally he says, “Your mother, she used to string them together, to make a long necklace. She would stare at the inner layer of each shell, and tip it over this way and that to capture the light, saying it reminded her, somehow, of a rainbow. Remember?”
I cannot help but look away, as a sudden shiver goes through my spine. My father draws closer to me, and without taking no for an answer, he tightens my jacket around me and zips it up, to ward off the cold. “There,” he says. “The sun is gone. Time to go home.”

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Enjoy Father's Day together: read The White Piano