Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Spring Showcase – Mae Clair, Lucinda E. Clarke, Sue Coletta, Kim Cox, Sally Cronin, Paul Cude, Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie, Eloise de Sousa, Angie Dokos, K. D. Dowdall

A huge thank you to Sally for including me and this is a big showcase for lots of good books to choose from. Go take a look.

Advertisements

MEET MAE JORDAN & ZKS RAVENWOLF

When I asked people if they would like to be a guest on my blog, I had a response from all kinds of different authors who write in a variety of genres with diverse backgrounds and experiences. The authors this week have told me very little about themselves, but have included an excerpt from their latest book to be released shortly.

Mae Jordan is a connoisseur of Japanese and European history. She has traveled to multiple states and Europe. She loves wandering through realms of fantasy and the unique worlds they take her. She enjoys taking walks and spending time with her dog.

Z.K.S. Ravenwolf was born into a world of fantasy, or at least lived in one. Traveling around the world from a young age has given Ravenwolf the exposure and insight to a variety of cultures and lore as well as a love of learning, exploring, and creating. When not writing, Ravenwolf spends time planning the forever dreamed of homestead, working with the dogs, and, with the aid of a spouse and the family cat, raising a tiny human.DMO_MJZKS_Ecover_WEB_1

Hi, We’re Mae Jordan and Z.K.S. Ravenwolf. Co-authors of the Demons and Deities series, consisting of Demons Among Us and the forthcoming Flowers and Bones. Enjoy scenes with Rosalind MacBeth and Tick Tock the main characters from the forthcoming Flowers and Bones.

February 14th, 2009

Tick Tock knew from experience when Constantine Hywel’s eyes shimmered like open abalone shells in sunlight, there was trouble a foot—trouble meaning he, Tick Tock, would end up in an embarrassing situation. On the other hand, he would follow his boyfriend into the depths of the hells, if need be. So when he got a “come with me” from the other man, he agreed.

Constantine took him to a high-end tailor. On the way, he explained wanted to formally introduce Tick Tock to his family. Tick Tock was uncomfortable with the whole idea. Despite being low-key, the Hywels did have certain expectations and Constantine wanted to make sure he was set to make the right impression.

Tick Tock sighed as the tailor took his measurements. “Are you sure this is necessary? Your family does know me.”

“Yes, but you’re not coming as my hunting partner.” The smile gracing Constantine’s face made his heart flutter. “You’re coming as my boyfriend.” The abalone blue eyes glimmered in the light the other man walked over to him. Constantine leaned over and kissed him gently. “Besides beloved, you are beautiful; I need to show you off.”

Tick Tock was sure his face was as red as his Hunter’s jacket as he tried to remember to breathe. It was warming to think a man who could have anyone he wanted, would want him.

The clothes didn’t take long to make. Tick Tock’s trousers were heather grey with a matching blazer, the shirt was his favorite ruby color in sateen, with the tie done in silver and red roses. He glanced up at Constantine. His heart stopped.

Constantine was in a midnight black suit with a brilliant green shirt. His Mahogany colored hair was held back by a silver and ruby hair clasp. Walking over to him, Constantine bushed his hair back into a tail and securing it with a sliver and emerald clasp. “There you go, beloved. You are now beyond beautiful and are angelic.” In this moment, Tick Tock was sure this man would be the only person he would ever love.

~~~~~~~

Cover Art

May 20th, 2011

Rosalind MacBeth’s last year had been less than good. The move from Japan back to the States had dislocated her sense of belonging. She despised the unwanted move and the expectations of The Society of the United States. There’s a reason Kaasan and Tousan didn’t introduce me, like they did Riley and Eri. She hated the thickness in her throat at seeing her siblings making friends like breathing.

 When Riley’s friends Lexie Wilkes and Emma Rawson invited her to go shopping she jumped at the chance. Anything is better than staring at the wall or having another argument with Kaasan and Tousan. Rosalind did her best not to grab at her braids and fidget with them, it would crush the flowers in the right-side braid.

          Emma, or as she liked to be called M, drove them to the high-end shopping areas of Washington D.C. The longish trip had been full of Lexie and M asking her questions about the new homeschool lessons she was taking and conversations about their older brothers—Bryce, Lexie’s older brother, Robbie, M’s older brother, and Riley.

Once they were parked and out of the car, Lexie and M led her towards one of their favorite stores with a Society section in it. Walking into MM.Lafleur behind Lexie and M, she hid her disquiet behind her mask. The clothes were unlike the ones she wore in Japan. The store apparently had the latest fashions. Lexie flashed a smile and held up… trousers in denim and a bright shiny shirt. M came up with a pair of boots that didn’t look too bad.

“Here, try these on.” Lexie led her to a changing room. M’s lips were twitching.

“I’m not sure about the shirt…” Rosalind trailed off at the pout on Lexie’s face while M laughed. She sighed. “Fine, I will try it on, but I would prefer a kimono-style shirt.” Turning, she entered the changing room. The trousers and boots were comfortable enough, but the shirt was too… tawdry for her taste. She did show Lexie and M, who both grinned at her.

M had apparently, gotten more clothes for her to try on. A plain button down in a sapphire blue and a quilted style jacket, she accepted the shirt and jacket. These were far more comfortable and something she could live with. Lexie picked some more clothes for her to try on, this time dresses. Rosalind tilted her head. One of them had kimono-style sleeves and was the color pale pink of sakura. She nodded and turned back into the changing room. The dress was flowy and would work for any Society garden party or tea. I still prefer cotton yukatas but this and the other outfit will work. The other dresses weren’t to her tastes.

When M and Lexie were finally done shoving clothes at her and she paid for her choices, M drove them back to her family’s estate for what they called a sleepover. It’s nice to pretend once in awhile I do fit in. Rosalind watched the other two teens sleep for a little bit with a tiny smile before settling down to sleep herself.

You can find us on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/authormaejordan/ or here: https://www.facebook.com/ZKSRavenwolf/ , or on our website here: https://daannamae.wixsite.com/ravenwolf-jordan  or buy our book here: http://books2read.com/ravenwolfjordan .

Thank you, Mae and ZKS for being my guests this week..

 

CARRIAGES AND CASTILE

There were carriages everywhere we looked in Vienna as if part of the city had got stuck in the 17th century, although the prices they quoted for a short ride were very much 21st century.

All the museum and art galleries were sensibly grouped together, so it was easy to walk from one to the other. In between hot dog stalls were very popular, with every variety of sausage and every condiment you could think of. We were frequent visitors.

IMG_4943

One place we had to eat though was Café Central. A revolutionary (Trotsky), a psychoanalyst (Freud), several writers and poets (including Polgar, Zweig, and Altenberg) and an architect (Loos) walked into a café. What sounds like the start of a joke was an everyday occurrence at Café Central (est. 1876). Over coffee, cake and the odd cigar, some of the greatest poets, philosophers and – it has to be said – storytellers the world has ever seen, got together in Vienna’s most attractive coffeehouse.

And then there was me as well! It was very difficult to choose which cakes to have while I tried to infuse the greatness of the past.

HISTORY

John II of Castile married twice and his second choice was to Princess Isabella of Portugal and that was a big mistake! Here he is and he’s quite good looking yes?

Now do please note that she is kneeling down and this is very important to the story, so please remember it.

In the cold, bleak town of Avila, in a dark and threatening castle, the Queen gave birth to a daughter, Isabella. She was second in line to the throne after her half-brother Henry. Then her mother had another boy and so now Isabella was third in line.  She’s not expecting to be queen now.

ADD BREAK

More African pictures.

This is a street in Alexandra township which is a little to the north of Johannesburg town centre. Neat red brick houses were first built there as an upmarket area, but it was designated as a ‘native township’ and because this was before the 1913 Land Act, it was one of the few urban areas in the country where black people could own land under freehold title.

So many people moved into the area and erected shacks in the gardens and alongside the road, that the services could no longer cope. It deteriorated into a large, sprawling slum, and several attempts have been made to upgrade living conditions, often thwarted by upsurges in violence.

You can check out my books here:  http://lucindaeclarkeauthor.com

Something for everyone, memoirs and traveling, humour and action/adventure.

And don’t forget you can get a free book here: https://www.books2read.com/u/bw8May

or, on Amazon myBook.to/WRS

Till next week take care.

MEET PAUL SPADONI

My guest this week is an American with Italian roots, and he’s no lightweight in the writing department. For example:-  He was named Washington Journalism Teacher of the Year in 1986, Distinguished Adviser in 1996 and Vocational Teacher of the Year in 2000. He supervised student newspapers, yearbooks and literary magazines that earned more than one hundred state and national awards. He also writes a popular blog, Living (with) Abroad in Tuscany, and is a speaker and author on the topics of Italian living and genealogy. He graduated from the University of Washington with a BA in editorial journalism and Western Washington University with an MA in education.

I’ll hide here quietly in the corner while Paul tells us more.

25189794_1816198198452842_491268613_o

I never meant to be an illegal alien, but I couldn’t help myself. I grew up in America proud of my Italian heritage, and I had always thought that living in Italy for a year would give me a greater appreciation for what my grandparents had left behind in order to give their children a chance for a better life. However, I had tried unsuccessfully for several years to find conventional employment in Italy, so when I received a job offer with cash payments, no visa requirements and no work permit, I jumped on it like a man who had just downed a quadruple espresso. Never mind that I spoke little Italian and would have to haul my wife and two reluctant teenage daughters with me. I had to indulge this compulsion.

Actually, my wife needed no persuasion. She not only carried her own load but also stood behind me, pushing when I felt hesitant. The daughters were not so eager, believing that high school years are the best times of one’s life, and I’d be forcing them to miss a precious one-fourth of this paradise. They begged us to let them stay behind with friends, but we knew better. Were we right? We had little idea, but we’d soon find out. And I could tell you how the story ended, but that would spoil the suspense.

After our year abroad, Lucy and I continued to travel to Italy regularly for short trips, and when I retired from teaching in 2010, we started going to Italy for three months every year. It was then that I started an online blog about our experiences.
All of this led to the publishing of a memoir this year, ‟An American Family in Italy: Living la dolce vita without permission.

PAUL S'S BOOK

Through a series of follow-up visits, I gradually undertook the challenge of trying to understand both modern Italy and the old country of my ancestors. With little formal training in the methods of genealogy and a slowly developing knowledge of Italian, I stumbled my way into discovering my family’s roots back to the 13th century. My struggles to obtain my permesso di soggiorno, codice fiscale and Italian citizenship and passport provide amusing examples of the best and worst ways to work with the Italian bureaucracy.

Now we live in Italy about four months a year and in America the rest of the time. We have homes in both places, and it works out just perfectly. We usually live in Italy in late winter and early spring, and then again for about a month in the fall. paul s

This takes advantage of the moderate weather in Italy during these seasons, and then the beautiful summers of the Pacific Northwest.

Our immediate family is in the States, and that’s a strong draw to be there for the greater part of the year, and especially during the winter holidays. After a few months in one country, we start yearning for the other again, so going back and forth leaves us always with something fun to look forward to.

In October of 2015, I became the proud owner of a home in Tuscany, in the city where my grandparents met and were married.

For more information about my ongoing adventures in Italy, here are links to my blog and personal websites:
https://livingwithabroadintuscany.blogspot.com/
https://www.paulspadoni.com/

Thank you, Paul, I know a lot of readers love learning about people moving to live in different countries and I’m sure your story will be of great interest to them. Thank you for being my guest this week the second person to fall in love with Italy and move there.

Until next time, take care.

 

CAFE AND CASTILE

We’d found a good Italian/Austrian restaurant to dine the night before in Vienna, so we earmarked it for the following night, their menu was extensive and the prices reasonable.

IMG_4932

But although we wandered the streets we were never to find it again!

We visited several more churches and I noticed with surprise that they were mostly Protestant. Living in Europe I’ve become used to seeing Catholic churches, but of course, it was in this part of the world that the Protestant movement began.

I found this amazing shop in the cellar and was tempted to buy until I remembered our small our little rabbit hutch at home.

HISTORY

I’ve decided that as I now live in Spain I should next showcase a very famous Queen, a woman I have to admire as she was so strong.

Her story is stranger than fiction, you couldn’t make it up.

Like many of her generation, she was very camera shy. Her grandfather was Henry III of Castile and this is a map to show where that was.

738px-Corona_de_Castilla_1400_en.svg
Based on Image: Conquista Hispania.svg de HansenBCN derivative work:

And he married Catherine of Lancaster, daughter of John of Gaunt, 1st Duke of Lancaster.  They had a son called John and he reigned as King John II of Castile from 1406 to 1454. He was only a year and 10 months old when he became king and he was one of the most incompetent kings on record.

(Don’t worry, we’ll get to the heroine next week), this is just the opening preamble just to confuse you).

ADD BREAK

Since all my books except one are set in Africa, I thought I would share some of my photos with you.

I took these when we were filming in the Northern Cape, a dairy farmer, and his family.

We found that it’s generally the women who farm, along with the household tasks, childrearing, water collecting and just about everything else. This then was an exception and the old man was a delight. He’s taken onboard every new practice he can and was making a real success of his farm. They even arrange for school visits to show what can be achieved.

Another reminder about the Thursday guest blogs. I am fully booked for March but no one earmarked for April. No publicity is bad publicity, so if you would like a feature, please email me lucindaeclarke@gmail.com   or lucinda@lucindaeclarke.com   or you can pm me on Facebook.

Till next week, take care.

 

MEET JILL STOKING

I’m thrilled to welcome another long-standing Facebook friend as a guest this week. I first met Jill through the group We Love Memoirs but there was so much I didn’t know about her until she sent me the information for her blog post. I have such admiration for her. So many people have amazing lives and it’s lovely to get to know them better. We have no idea what the people we casually chat to on our devices, experience day to day, and can only respect their tenacity and their compassion. Time to let Jill tell you her story in her own words.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Hi. I’m Jill Stoking, the author of ‘Joan’s Descent into Alzheimer’s’. Not my only published work but the most significant. Other stuff consists of articles, short stories, and poetry, published in various places.

Eighteen months into her stay at the nursing home for EMI 2000.

This, however, was a big deal because it’s about my mum and the years caring for her while juggling a melting marriage which finally dissolved completely. Not a laugh a minute read it’s true but my sense of humour veers to the dark side and it’s there if you’re anywhere near my wavelength. When Lucinda said she wanted a zany, humorous piece I took the view that either she was totally on my wavelength or I’m not who she thinks I am.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Once the care years were over I went slightly off-piste, finally ending up in Kent on the North Downs – the only place I’ve ever lived where you have to strain the chalk out of the drinking water. I live with QT my canine buddy, who has a pheasant phobia.

It was all going great. I’d even started a second book. Then I began noticing slight absences in my memory, which worried me enough to visit the doctor who subjected me to a ‘mini-mental test’. You can view them online but I didn’t know that then. I thought I was doing okay – alright, I couldn’t recall a name and address I was asked to remember and the drawing of overlapping pentagons at the end of the test – well, I couldn’t do that either. The upshot was that I was sent to have my brain and thought processes looked at in greater detail, which took the best part of a year to complete. In September of 2015, I was diagnosed.

Mild Cognitive Impairment with an Alzheimer’s Pattern.

There are no prizes for guessing where that’s going, given that my mum’s youngest sister is now near the end of her own journey with Alzheimer’s. I perceive that this is not much of a zany read at the moment but on the days when I can stand outside myself, I see the humorous side of some aspects of life with the early stages of dementia.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The day after the diagnosis, QT and I escaped to Dungeness on an early autumn day with wall to wall sunshine. We sat on the shingle and indulged in people watching. For those who are unfamiliar with Dungeness, it is renowned for its nuclear power station, having two lighthouses and being a truly quirky place.

We passively observed a near drowning as a rather rotund lady ventured into the sea for a paddle on a shingle beach that had, at that point, a steep shelf. The outgoing tide dragged the shingle from beneath her feet leaving the poor woman prostrate and taking on water. Several Good Samaritans rushed in to retrieve her. I’m ashamed to say I wasn’t one of them.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I got into conversation with a young dad who was teaching his sons the art of fishing. The only fish worthy of being classed as a ‘catch’ was reeled in by the oldest lad and was deemed suitable for fish fingers that night.

I glanced back at the nuclear power station.

On the way home, via the supermarket, I stopped at the petrol station to fill up. Went to pay and my credit card number had completely fallen out of my brain.

Now, I don’t use cash, everything is paid by credit card but even after two attempts, I was nowhere nearer to paying for petrol. I asked the girl if I could step away from the machine for a moment, knowing that if I got it wrong a third time the card would be locked.

Glancing behind me I was amazed to see a queue of lorry drivers – ten good men and true – who hadn’t uttered a single word throughout my ordeal. Fortunately, I have my card numerals attached to the phone numbers of much loved but departed friends who, even post mortem, are continuing to bail me out.JILLS BOOK

In my book, it’s obvious that before I was aware that my mother had dementia, I found her initial symptoms irritating. I had no clue that I would be following in her footsteps. Nobody witnesses me turning my place upside down on a daily basis, searching for misplaced items.

Friends know I have memory problems and that once I’ve slept, most details from the day before have gone, unless they’ve been written on the door that serves as my notice board. They’re incredibly patient and caring and that’s worth a great deal. I’m still driving but only have a one year licence which is being reassessed as I write. Understandably, I limit my driving to places I know well and visit often.

www.facebook.com/jJoansDescent

www.facebook.com/jill.stoking

www.joansdescent.weebly.com

http://joansdescent.weebly.com/book-reviews.html

(This link will take you to my web site review page and a button link to my book on Amazon.co.uk or Amazon.com)

Jill your story is so inspiring with a wonderful sense of humour, and you certainly have that (right in my wavelength) is the biggest weapon we have against adversity. I’m honoured to have had you on my blog today. thank you.

Until next time, take care.

 

 

 

REINS AND REIGNS

We were drawn back to the Hofburg like moths to a flame. Looking at the size of it, I was amazed to read later that the Royal Palace in Madrid is even larger, though it certainly didn’t look like it to me. The Hofburg is also home to some very special horses, the ones that perform in the Spanish Riding school.

The ancestors of the Lipizzan horses can be traced back to AD 800 when Barb horses were brought into Spain by the Moors. In the 16th century, both Spain and Austria were ruled by the Habsburgs and Emperor Maximillian II brought a few of them to Austria and his brother established a stud to breed them. All Lipizzaner horses are descended from 8 original stallions and are very good at haute école or ‘high school’ classical dressage movements, with stylized jumps and other movements known as the ‘airs above ground.’ (They jump incredibly high and seem to float around in the sir waggling their hooves).

One other interesting fact is that Lipizzaner horses are born black and go a lighter shade each year. (In horsey language you never have a white horse, it’s always called a grey).

They stable the horses and have a full-sized riding school within the Hofburg building complex.

We didn’t go to the show, as we’d seen the performance several times before near Johannesburg where they also have a stud and give shows to the public on Sunday mornings.

They look so angelic, but one bit me while touring the stables in South Africa, we’d been warned they can be very bad tempered, even if they can hop and jump around very nicely.

HISTORY

Over many months I have posted about every king and queen of England starting from the very first king whose name I’ve quite forgotten. I’m a little nervous that if I say the wrong thing then I might be had up for treason – although there have been some amazingly critical programmes on television recently which ‘lift the lid’ on the nefarious activities of the royals and their bad behaviour. The Queen at Madame Tussauds, London

However, they have not found any fault with Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II who at 66 years is the longest living monarch in the world. What is most amazing is that not once, in all those years have we seen her cough, sniff, scratch an itch in a personal place, pick her nose or do anything that wasn’t 100% ladylike. I wish I knew how she does it. Does she have special underwear that never wrinkles? Or special medicines that ensure her nose doesn’t run or allow her to sneeze in public?

She must be the nearest thing to a perfect human to ever grace this planet.

Next week in the history section I shall be telling the story of another great Queen. I have a few to choose from, any preference? Leave a comment.

ADD BREAK

I just wanted to share with you the fabulous news that Unhappily Ever After was the solo medallist in the New Apple Literary Awards for Excellence 2017 in the humour category.  (Love that excellence bit!)

2017 NEW APPLE AWARDS MEDAL AMedal1000x1000

AND,

the third book in the Amie series Amie: Stolen Future was the solo medallist in the New Apple Literary Awards for Excellence 2018 in the Action & Adventure category.

A huge thank you to all their kind judges whoever they are 😊

You can find both on my web page

http://lucindaeclarkeauthor.com

or my Amazon page

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lucinda-E-Clarke/e/B00FDWB914/

As regular readers may have noticed every Thursday I host a guest blog. I am fully booked for March but no one earmarked for April. No publicity is bad publicity, so if you would like a feature, please email me lucindaeclarke@gmail.com   or lucinda@lucindaeclarke.com   or you can pm me on Facebook.

Till next week, take care.