Monday, July 21, 2014

SHADOW IN GLASS by J. Rose Alexander





Good morning, Gentle Readers,
    This morning the talented J. Rose Alexander shares with us the beautiful cover of her new book, SHADOW OF GLASS, and an excerpt for your reading pleasure.  Tell us what you think!
Hugs,
Carol



EXCERPT:

“Mind if I tailed along?”
“Of course not.” Carrie was actually secretly thrilled that she wanted to tag along. Maryann was still too much of an enigma.
“Cool.”  She popped back into the kitchen.
Sierra cleared her throat. “I guess if we’re going to go, we should at least get dressed in something other than pajamas and sweats.”
“You’re right.” Carrie tossed the book she was reading on the table. They rolled themselves off the couches to change into something a little more public viewing friendly. Emma was already half dressed and hogging the bathroom in her and Sierra’s room. Throwing on some jeans and a nice shirt, with a cute pair of flats, she hoped she never had a reason to break into her closet full of designer clothes. The outfit she’d picked for tonight was way too expensive as it was, but she had to remember that was the old Carrie thinking like that. However, she’d considered downgrading some of her wardrobe, but hadn’t really found the time to do that yet.
Sierra popped her head in. “Can I use your bathroom? My roommate has decided to use ours for the next hour.”
Carrie motioned her in, then grabbed her hair brush and pulled her hair up into a pony tail. Putting on just little lipstick and blush and brushing her hair out, Sierra was in and done and gone in less than five minutes. Maryann followed a minute later, rustling through her wardrobe, then abruptly slammed it closed.
“Never mind, I’m not going.” She started to walk out.
“You can borrow something of mine,” Carrie offered in a rush. She wasn’t going to let this chance get away from them. “I think we wear about the same size.”
Maryann looked at her, taken back. “You’re serious?”
“Nah, I figured I’d let you look and then make you give it all back before we walked out the door,” Carrie answered with a straight face. “Wear a cute bra.”
Maryann snickered, then nodded. “Okay, fine. I’ll borrow something of yours. God knows you three will be eaten alive by the man whores at this thing.”
Carrie opened the wardrobe and realized she was inviting her roommates in to see the clothing labels she’d hoped to keep a secret. Murphy’s Law, of course. Sierra and Maryann stuck their heads in to start considering what would look good.
Sierra pulled out the first suggestion. “With your dark coloring, you should go with something bright.” She offered a bright red shirt.
“Oh, hell no.” Maryann shook her head and backed away. “Red attracts too much attention.” She pulled out something in black.
“No, no.” Sierra grabbed it and put it back. “Too dark.”
“Here.” Carrie selected a soft blue cashmere sweater. “Colorful, but not stand-out-ish.”
Maryann took the sweater and considered it. “A little low cut for me.”
“If you wear something that goes up to your neck,” Sierra pointed out, “they notice that just as quickly as something red.”
“Good point.” Maryann nodded. “Fine. I’ll try this. It’s a really nice…holy shit.” She stared at the tag, then looked at Carried wide-eyed. “Carrie, this is a BCBG Maxazaria.”
“Yeah, I know. Just go with it.”
“This is worth more than my car,” she stuttered.
“A tank of gas is worth more than your car,” Sierra stated. “For the love of God, just put it on. She offered it up. Just put it on.” Maryann shrugged and pulled the sweater on. It was a perfect fit. Carrie pulled the bathroom door open to let her use the mirror in there. Maryann took up the offer and Carrie and Sierra peered around the edge of the doorway.
Carrie saw Maryann really liked it by her half smirk in the mirror. “I think it looks great on you. Just the right style for you. You can keep it.”
“Keep it?” Maryann seemed horrified by the idea.
“Yes, please.” Carrie pointed to her wardrobe. “I’ve got more stuff in there than I’ll wear in my whole college career. So, please. Take it. Wear it. Enjoy it.” Before Maryann could start to protest, Carrie headed down the stairs. Sierra was right behind her. They assumed the same positions on the couch until they heard the other two coming down the stairs. Maryann was first down, with her hair neat and pulled back with a cloth headband. She seemed to be wearing a light layer of foundation and some blush and Carrie tried to hide her smile. Her roommate wasn’t half so much a hard-ass as she tried to be.
Just a moment behind her, Emma came stomping down the stairs. She was all done up with a ton of makeup, a distractingly sparkly shirt and black pants. She was wearing heels and carrying some kind of clutch purse. Maryann rolled her eyes.
“Who’s shadowing us tonight?” Emma looked at the car waiting at the curb after Sierra locked the door.
“Gonzales is our night tail,” Sierra said.
“Oh, good,” Emma said, the relief clear in her voice. “He’ll look like he belongs there.”
“That’s why it’s Gonzales.” Carrie winked.
“Why do you have a tail,” Maryann asked as they reached the bus stop at the corner.
“It’s common for the members of the royal family to have a security detail,” Sierra explained. “They are here to make sure someone doesn’t pull a gun and try to kill us or kidnap us for some ridiculous random demand, like releasing the leader of an SRR cell in exchange for our lives.”
Carrie was again glad her cousin was there to take the spotlight off her. She wouldn’t have been able to explain it so easily and Maryann seemed satisfied with her explanation.
The student center was hive of activity, with dozens different sororities and fraternities set up in the cafeteria. In the hallway were all the other student activities, attempting to catch the run off from the cafeteria crowd. Emma headed straight for the sororities. Carrie and Sierra started perusing the other clubs. Maryann headed for the tables giving out free stuff.
They went through nearly all the activities and non-dues clubs, and got out the other end with fists full of paraphernalia about what they did, what their objectives were and when they met. Maryann had tucked herself in a corner with a pile of giveaways in a bag, reading a book and sipping a soda.
“How long do you think she’s gonna be in there?” she asked, without looking up.
“How’d you get that book in here without us seeing it?” Sierra asked.
“Borrowed it from the guy at the Art Club table,” she said. “He’s in my class.”
Carrie looked over. “Hey, that’s Jason.”
“You know him?” Maryann asked.
“He’s in our poli sci class.” Carrie nodded, looking at Sierra, who was staring at him intently and smiling while she stared. Sierra probably had a crush on him, and Carrie couldn’t blame her. “He was the one who told us about the lounge near the greenhouses today before chemistry. Sweet lounge, too.”
“He’s a late sophomore too,” Maryann said. “Environmental science, I think.”
Sierra sat on the arm of the chair, ripping her eyes away from Jason. “Hey, Carrie, you got someone interested.”
“Interested?” Carrie asked, looking around.
“Yeah he’s been staring at you for like half an hour now,” Maryann informed her. “He’s over at the Omicron Mu Nu table. He’s part of the frat, as far as I can tell. Cute too. Blond hair, looks like green eyes. Nice butt.”
“How are you doing that?” Sierra asked.
“Doing what?” Maryann asked, turning the page in the book.
“Reading a book, giving us the run down on the guy staring at Carrie, and carrying on a conversation?” Sierra was really impressed.
Maryann glanced up. “Pure talent.”
Sierra started laughing. Carrie turned all the way around to see who they were talking about, and found herself face to face with the very guy they had mentioned. She was startled, and stepped back with a yelp. Once she realized she yelped, she turned and saw Gonzales walking over. She held up her hand to indicate that she was fine, just startled. Gonzales backed off and blended back into the wall a moment later.
“Hi.” He was blond haired, green eyed, and was nicely tan. 
“Hi,” Carrie answered.
“I’m Anthony.” He had a nice voice, and Carrie found his nose adorable, and his ears just a little too big, which was endearing. 
“Carrie.”
 “I saw you in the Greenhouse lounge earlier today, but I didn’t have the time to introduce myself. I’m glad you’re here. If you don’t mind me being a little forward, I was wondering if you’d like to go out some night.”
Carrie smiled at him. “I think I’d like that.” 
“Cool. Friday, eight?”

“Perfect.” 

Friday, July 18, 2014

MY ENEMY'S TEARS by Karen Vorbeck Willims

   


Dear Gentle Readers,
This morning I have a very unusual book for your consideration.  This is the story of the Witch of Northampton, but it is based on the true life person, Mary Bliss Parsons.  If you are looking for something different, this is it.

BOOK DESCRIPTION
My Enemy’s Tears: 
The Witch of Northampton by Karen Vorbeck Williams

It all started at her grandmother's knee. Karen Vorbeck Williams grew up hearing stories about her ancestor Mary Bliss Parsons who was accused of witchcraft in 17th century New England. She lived in the first settlement at Northampton, Massachusetts and was indicted, imprisoned, and stood trial for witchcraft in 1675, 17 years before the Salem witch trials. The intelligent, beautiful and observant Mary grew up in the harsh environment of Puritan New England. Throughout her life, from sleepwalking child to serving girl to wealthy wife, Mary was confronted with her neighbor’s jealousies and superstitions. She was accused more than once of witchcraft. The story follows Mary and her enemy, Sarah Lyman Bridgeman, from childhood all the way to Mary's imprisonment and trial in Boston.
Book website: www.myenemystears.com
Author’s personal website: www.karenvorbeckwilliams.com

Have a great day.  Go read a book.
Hugs,
Carol

Thursday, July 17, 2014

ITALIAN SUMMER by Maria Grazia Swan





Book Description:
When they say, “you can’t go home again,” they’re talking about Mina Calvi, twenty-something Italian transplant to California. Still, nursing a broken heart, desperate to discover her place in the world, Mina arrives in the town of her birth in Veneto, Italy. In the decade she’s been gone, the village nestled at the foot of the Dolomites has changed much, yet remained oddly the same. Friends have moved on, family members passed away. Mina feels even more alone in her motherland than in America, and there seem to be too many bizarre deaths for such a tiny, serene village. Then a fresh chance at true love and a welcome bonding with a dear new friend give her hope. But the deadly secrets moldering in the centuries-old cemetery could rip it all from her and leave Mina emptier than before. Will she find herself or lose her heart again? Can Mina survive her Italian Summer?                


Review:
5.0 out of 5 stars A Charming and Suspenseful Read, June 29, 2014
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This review is from: Italian Summer (Mina's Adventures Book 3) (Kindle Edition)

Italian Summer is a charming story of a woman returning to her native country for a quiet, introspective vacation, still mourning for her deceased lover. Bringing flowers to her grandmother's grave sparks a series of seemingly unconnected events into a tight, suspenseful tale of crimes and coverups. Beautiful Italy! Great characters! Romance! What else could you want? I highly recommend Italian Summer to anyone looking for a charming, suspenseful, quick read.


Link to Amazon.com:
http://www.amazon.com/Italian-Summer-Minas-Adventures-Book-ebook/dp/B00GF59EKG/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1405389452&sr=1-1&keywords=Maria+Grazia+Swan

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The Work of M.C. Escher












































I was fortunate to attend an M.C. Escher Exhibit a few years back at the Akron Art Museum, (One South High St., Akron, OH) and thoroughly enjoyed it. The exhibit was fascinating in an artistic/mathematical mixed-up ball of perception, perspective, and shading.  Having loved his work since my college days, I was totally unaware they weren’t drawings, but intricate woodcuts. I decided I needed to do a little research on the man behind the tessellations.





Maurits Cornelis Escher was born in Leeuwarden, Friesland in the Netherlands on June 17, 1898.  He was the youngest child of a prominent civil engineer, George Escher, and his second wife, Sara.  As a child, M.C. was sickly and had a chronic skin infection.  He failed second grade and was put in a special school.  He did not do well in this new school, but liked to play the piano. His father wanted him to follow in his engineering footsteps, and although M.C. tried, he much preferred and was more suited to the graphic arts.




                                                             

In 1922, making a living as a graphic artist, he traveled through Italy and Spain and was captivated by the intricate, detailed Mediterranean designs based on geometrical symmetries with interlocking repetitive patterns. While in Italy, M.C. met Jetta Umiker, and they were married in 1924.  They lived in Rome and had three sons. In 1935, M.C. found the political climate under Mussolini to be stiflingly oppressive, so he moved his family to Switzerland, then to Brussels, and then the Netherlands, but M.C. always said he missed beautiful Italy.


The cold, rainy weather allowed M.C. to stay inside and work on his art. He is especially known for his mathematically inspired woodcuts, lithographs,  and mezzotints. for someone who did so poorly in school and had no formal mathematical training, M.C. was a technical virtuoso in the field of optical illusions.  He was awarded the Knighthood of the Order of the Orange Nassau in 1955.  M.C. passed away on March 27, 1972 in a retirement home for artists.  He was 73.


All information and photos are from:
www.mcescher.com - Official website
Wikipedia
Google Search 

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

DARKNESS AND DRAGONS by Scott A. Borgman



Dear Gentle Readers,
Some of you may remember Scott Borgman from an author interview I did on May 9th of this year (It's in the archives below if you want to reread it or if you missed it.) Well, this sweet and talented gentleman has a new book coming out TODAY and he was gracious enough to share it with our Vision and Verse Readers.

Book Description: 
The world of Tal’Avern is in turmoil.  In the northern part of the Province, open rebellion has raged for more than two years against Queen Salia, ever since she assumed the throne.  To the west, in the lands of Mar’Druk, the dwarves stay isolated within their mountain cities, wanting nothing to do with the problems that plague their once-close allies.  And to the south, in the hot and desolate lands known as the Ashlands, something stirs and looks to the north with desires of war and conquest.

When the threat of war looming in the Ashlands is discovered by an unlikely pair, questions arise.  Answers are sought.  And dragons, creatures of myth that are rumored to have existed a thousand years before, take to the skies once more.

Old friends will reunite, and new companions will join their cause as a harsh winter sets in.  Time is growing short.  When spring arrives, the Second Great War is certain to begin.  The dwarves will need allies if they hope to survive, Salia faces threats on two sides, and even the shadow realm falls under attack.

A darkness is coming, and with it - dragons.






This is the link to Scott's website, where he has excerpts from DARKNESS AND DRAGONS, and also explains how he is planning to help his local library through his book sales.  Check it out!

Monday, July 14, 2014

BENTLEY SQUARE by Carol Ann Kauffman


Good Morning, Gentle Readers!
This morning I am sharing one of my own little gems.  BENTLEY SQUARE is part of the Time After Time series, but the books do not need to be read in any order. The premise of the series is a pair of reincarnated lovers keep finding each other in different times, places, ages, and circumstances. The theme is "Everything changes. Only love remains the same."
Have a super day!
Hugs,
Carol


Book Description:

Strangers meet on the train. She, a beautiful, wealthy businesswoman. He, a down on his luck office manager. They have nothing in common. And yet, they are drawn to each other with an undeniable hypnotic magnetism. This is the story of Rebecca Robbins, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the country and Mark Ramsay, a down-on-his-luck ad agency office manager, a man shrouded in dark mystery and hiding in the shadows from death squads and international intrigue.



Excerpt:


Wednesday night Jon was waiting outside Bentley Square at eight o’clock.  He opened the car door for her.
“Okay, my dear, where would you like to have dinner?  The Yacht Club?  The Bostonian?  The Long Island Steak House?  Or the little Italian restaurant we went to for our first date?  What’s it called?”
“Bella Luna.  Yes!”
“Phew!  Good.  I only made reservations at those four restaurants.  The Bella Luna, it is,” he said.  They were there in minutes.  A valet parked the car.
“Reservation for Jonathan Benson.”
“Right this way, Mr. Benson.”  They sat at one of the tables by the window.
“Thank you for the beautiful flowers, Jonathan.  Pink sweetheart roses are my favorite.”
“So I heard.  But I really think you’re more of the tiger lily type.”  She chose to ignore the tiger reference, and stick to the lilies.
“Lilies are nice, but their fragrance is a little too strong for me.  I also love those little pale blue wildflowers that only bloom in the springtime in wet areas, bluettes I think they’re called, just four petals, yellow throat, and a blue that’s almost lavender.  They’re a mossy, grassy plant.  Tiny.  I just love those.  But you can’t buy them in a flower shop.  You have to go out for a walk in the field or the park in mid May after a rain and take your chances.  They only bloom for about two weeks a year, unless they have an unhappy encounter with a lawn mower.  That doesn’t kill the plant, but it lops off all their beautiful little flower heads.  My mother and I used to go to the park and pick them when I was a little girl.  They’re sweet, simple, and unaware of their beauty.  They’re happy little flowers.”
“You can thank me right here,” he pointed to his cheek, not listening to a word she said.  She leaned in and gave him a little peck on the cheek.  Jon grabbed her hand and kissed it and moved in to kiss her just as she turned, so he ended up kissing her cheek, lingering softly for a moment.  He held on to her hand.
“Becca, I’m sorry I had to subject you to my horrible father.  He was disgusting.  I promise I’ll keep him away from you as much as I can.”
“Thank you,” she nodded.           


Mark watched from across the street.  He leaned back against the building.  He told himself he was happy she was in a relationship.  He didn’t want her to be alone.  He told himself that handsome, rich guy, Benson, was good for her.  But why did she have to KISS him?  Why did it feel so horrible to witness it?  Why did this hurt so much?  He remembered the way she held on to his hand, like she didn’t want to let him go, the way she looked at him like she was seeing into his very soul, the way she smiled at him and made him blush, the way she stared at his lower lip.  Oh, Mark, you dumb shit, what did you think was going to happen?  One magical, electrifying touch.  One wonderful chance meeting at the diner.   And then what?  Skipping through fields of beautiful wildflowers in the sunshine, under the bluest sky, hand in hand with her in a fever of happiness forever?  He sighed.  Go home, Mark, and get a grip, he said to himself, you’ve always known happy endings aren’t for you.  Mark went home. 

Link:


Review:
Amazon.com 5 star review C. R
"I think this was a great choice of book. It has real romance, not erotic romance novel type, and mystery and intrigue. It was well written and enjoyable. I passed time easily enjoying this book, and appreciating the fresh voice of an author who isn't drawn to sex filled romance, and overly hyped hunky heroes. This book has the elements of a good story, and something that sticks with you even after you close the book! Great choice! :)