A handbook of life: The Quest by Stephen Paul Tomie

Here is a non-fiction book about life and what we’re doing in it. We welcome Stephen Paul Tomie!

The Quest by Stephen Paul Tomie

The Quest blurb:
This book is looking at yourself through the five (5) Ws. The why, the when, the who, the where, and the what. Why these factors entered your life, how they affected your life, the reason or logic behind them in your life, trying to explain your life’s action, and the real reality of them in your life in the first place, or in this case how all these factors contributed to me in making me who I am, and the right and wrong of my actions taken.

Handbook of Life:

  • Learn to live with what you have.
  • Feel free to share your love.
  • Always show others you care.
  • Try to speak without harsh words to anyone.
  • Seek happiness throughout your life.
  • Solving problems helps make you strong.
  • Heartache is a part of life.
  • Do not be afraid to fail. Success will be your reward.

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Meet Paul and his book:

NA: How did you come up with the idea for your book?
SPT: It just came to me as an idea that would be fun to write as well as examining my own mental processes and emotional state by looking inward to try and understand what makes me tick. It also allowed me to take a walk down memory lane and see what was stored away in the back corner of my brain. It was enlightening to recall my childhood antics and my major pitfalls in life so there were smiles and painful moments where I wished I’d either not done or been sharp enough to have avoided in the first place.

NA: What sort of research did you do to write this book?
SPT: There wasn’t any research as it all revolved around myself and what I could remember at that time. It actually helped stimulate the brain and possibly stave off dementia?

NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
SPT: The main thing I want readers to take away from this book is twofold. One, they can have a laugh at my expense, and two, it may cause them to stop and think about their earlier life and what memories are stored away. It may even cause them to realize they were either a good child or like me a little devious hinging on a little bad, but not terrible. Hopefully they too will be shocked with what they recall and not recall of their youth.

NA: A fun fact about writing your book.
SPT: A fun fact about writing this book was how amazed I was that my brain could recall incidents of my childhood I thought were lost forever. Also, to be able to laugh at myself once again at my behavior and the corners I’d painted myself into.

NA: Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?
SPT: No, I don’t have a day job and not for the last ten years. Every day is now a Saturday and my schedule every day is what I want it to be, except for professional appointments. It is nice to boycott early mornings after forty years of an alarm clock

NA: What started you on the path to writing?
SPT: It was just something on my bucket list of things I wanted to do and now I’ve had the opportunity to try it. I wasn’t sure if I could write a book but as they say, ‘you will never know unless you try.’ My wife’s illness and watching how brave she was as she fought her cancer astonished me. In her near-death stage, how thoughtful she was to organize what she wanted done, her funeral, flowers, music, versus to be read, and the after service visitation. She knew in my hour of grief I would be a basket case and unable to function well, so she took that responsibility off my shoulders. I had to honour this lady. Writing “Now You Have Her.. Now You Don’t” is a tribute to a wonderful lady, to let the world know what she’d done in her life and her fight for life. It became easy to describe in this book as the pages seemed to flow.

NA: The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer
SPT: The biggest surprise I had after becoming a write was from friends and relatives on how impressed they were by my books. Another surprise came from readers of “Estate Planning & Executor Guide” telling me how helpful it was as a resource, especially for executors of family estates. That my book actually helped others faced with the difficult task of clearing up a family estate is worth more than money. The second biggest surprise was a Palliative Care hospital was willing to put all my books in their library for family members visiting sick relatives. Priceless to me.

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
SPT: No, when sitting down to write a book, I just jump right in with both feet, so I guess it’s a seat of your pants approach. The subjects I write about are very familiar or have affected my life or felt as in my poetry. Its expressing emotions and trying desperately to reach the reader to experience what I was feeling at the time.

NA: Do you have quirky writing habits?
SPT: I don’t think I have any quirky writing habits but then I have never told myself that I do. I guess in all honesty, I don’t like to take a break from what I am writing until I get to a certain point where I feel comfortable to leave it. Sometimes my body lets me know I’ve been at it too long as I am stiff and sore. I don’t watch the clock!

NA: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
SPT: I like to go to the gym three times a week for about two hours. This frees up my brain from writing and life issues that bother me, and it helps prevent medical problems. Also, visiting friends over a glass of wine and catching up on their news is very rewarding, Believe it or not, grocery shopping, I love to fill the grocery cart as full as possible and see at the check out how carried away I got.

NA: Why did you choose the shirt you have on?
SPT: My only concern is that it coordinates with the pants I chose. I’m a bit of a clothing horse, as the expression goes, as I have closets for winter outfits and closets for summer outfits.

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
SPT: If I have to set the alarm for an appointment that’s in the early hours, I roll over and say to myself just a few more minutes. I might fall back asleep and wake up knowing my whole day is thrown off because I didn’t get up what that confounded alarm went off!

NA: What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
SPT: The most famous person that I would like to have dinner with would be Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who wrote the Sherlock Holmes novels. I have the utmost respect for his writing skills and the way he lays out the stories. I would love to just sit and talk with him and find out where he gets his inspiration and the characters he creates.

NA: What are you working on now?
SPT: I am currently working on “When Your Time Is Up” which delves into my theory that we are given a number at birth and when you come to earth we are working on a time table and likely you won’t have a have a choice when the Angel of Death comes for us Or is it possible we can cheat death through our own actions or some outside forces?

NA: What is any question we didn’t ask that you would like to answer?
SPT: I would like some feedback from your newsletter readers on their opinion of The Quest. Their opinions and suggestions would be welcome and appreciated.

[NA: Please do let us know if you have anything you’d like to pass on to Paul. Either Jan or I will get your questions/comments to him.]

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Fantasy Island #MFRWauthor

Great Britain: my fantasy vacationFor those who remember that TV show from decades ago, you know that everyone who arrived on Fantasy Island always left happier than when their flight landed. If they were lonely, they left with a love by their side; if they arrived to take advantage of someone, they were caught but their supposed victims were saved; if they came despairing, they left with newfound hope. Fantasy Island cured all ills. So what better fantasy vacation than Fantasy Island? Except, I’ve been to the LA arboretum that served as the outdoor FI set and know that it was after all, just a show. My real fantasy island, and where I’d go back if I could, is Great Britain.

I’ve been lucky enough to go to Great Britain three times, once with my mom and aunt, once to combine a driving tour through Scotland with my college roommate, to visit my mom and aunt who were living temporarily in York, and finally to attend an Oxford summer program, and once to spend a week in London with hubby. I enjoyed it each time.

A year before my first trip, I borrowed multiple issues of In Britain Piper in Scotlandmagazine to read about a country I had no working knowledge of. So much of what I saw in the magazines I wanted to see for real but of course there was no way. Still, I had a good idea of what was available and sights that might interest me but not my mom and aunt. Nothing disappointed!

But even with all my planning, I still haven’t seen any of Wales. Nothing of Cornwall or Norfolk or Devon, or any number of other places I’ve read about in literature all my life. I haven’t seen the corners of Scotland or the far Highlands, or any of the islands, other than Skye, which in itself is magnificent. There’s still so much I want to see and do, but it’ll have to wait to be addressed in further dreams. That’s why Great Britain is my fantasy island and dream vacation spot.

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Lies of Gold takes SILVER: Best Historical Book, 2019!!

Lies of Gold by Jan Selbourne

Coffee Pot Book Club awarded Lies of Gold and our Jan Selbourne SILVER place in the Best Historical Book Awards, 2019! If you’ve ever wondered if a book deserved an award, put your doubts aside for this novel. Here are just a sampling of Jan’s reviews:

“Just finished Lies of Gold and was completely blown away.” Author Judith G White

“Lies of Gold is not only an absorbing and heart-warming romance, but it is also a grand adventure, filled with deplorable villains and likeable rogues. I cannot praise this book enough. I enjoyed every minute of it.

If you are looking for your next Historical Romance read, then do yourself a favour and check out Lies of Gold. You won’t be disappointed.

I Highly Recommend.” Mary Anne Yarde, The Coffee Pot Book Club

“I loved this fast paced, edge of your seat murder mystery romance combination page burner of a read. The emotions the characters depicted were outstanding. The hero and heroine without a doubt compatible. The story line flowed brilliantly. It was as if you were watching in on a big screen. Lies of Gold is an absolute must read!” Tricia Davis. Historical Romance Addicts

“I was truly drawn into this story of romance, adventure and suspense. The characters were rich and deep and the storyline was captivating. Lies of Gold is a the best historical romance novel I’ve read in years! I look forward to reading more of Jan Selbourne’s books in the future. Well done!!!” Betty Ann Harris

“I didn’t want the book to end I wanted more time with the characters. That to me is. the definition of a fantastic book.” Carol Rising

“IF ALL HISTORICAL FICTION WERE THIS GOOD, I’D NEVER READ ANOTHER GENRE!… This is top-notch writing by a gifted writer who has an undying fan in me. Bravo Jan Selbourne.” Viga Boland, author No Tears for my Father”

And there are many more reviews equally as sterling. Trust me, no one gets reviews like this unless their writing is tight, their historical reference is accurate, and their storytelling is superb!

Christmas gift Lies of Gold

I asked Jan about winning the SILVER award.

NA: Jan, how did you feel when you discovered you’d been nominated for Best Historical Book?
JS: Stunned. No other word for it. Last March the Coffee Pot Book Club gave Lies of Gold a fabulous review and I was thrilled to bits Mary Anne Yarde liked my story enough to award it Book of the Month. I thought that was the end of it until her email last month telling me Lies of Gold was a finalist in her book of the year awards.. I had no idea it was considered for any award.

NA: What about the morning the awards were announced?
JS: I’ll be honest, I hesitated opening my Inbox. To read I’d been awarded the Historical Book of the Year’s Silver medal was incredible I stared at the email in awe.

NA: What do you think it was about Lies of Gold that fascinated readers and won the award?
JS: I wanted my characters to be real people with flaws, who’ve made mistakes and have to live with them. In Lies of Gold my main characters had a brief torrid affair in their twenties, they parted in anger and the consequences were harsh. When they met again ten years later they were, like all of us, very different people. When writing historical fiction, I believe authors should try to provide an accurate as possible background of their era of choice. We can’t drop our hero and heroine into the Tudor period, or the Regency period and hope for the best. We must portray those eras warts and all. For instance, the Regency period was a renaissance of architecture, culture and fashion – and rigid class distinction, poverty and brutal penal system. In Lies of Gold I highlighted the unjust marriage laws of that time. A woman was the property of her husband with very few rights.

Jan, I’m incredibly happy for you and proud of you! Congratulations on your award!

Best Historical Book Silver medal

Blurb:
Their love affair ended in anger and painful consequences. Lady Katherine Ashford has guarded a secret through years of abuse. Fighting wars and hard living has numbed Julian Ashford. Then fate steps in. A traitor is smuggling gold across the Channel to Napoleon Bonaparte and Julian is ordered back to Halton Hall and Katherine. It’s her secret and the increasing danger that rekindle the love they once shared, then a murder reveals the shocking truth of the gold smuggling. However, nothing could prepare them for the devastating betrayal when they finally face the mastermind behind this sordid operation.

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Excerpt:
Julian walked out of the drawing room and felt a sliver of shock when he opened the door to his bedchamber. He couldn’t remember how he got here. Swearing softly, he walked to the window overlooking the front courtyard and rested his head against the glass. He’d fathered a child, a daughter. For nine years, his daughter had lived in this house as Charles’s daughter. His vision blurred. Ten years of hard living had buried those deep painful scars and all it took was one look at Katherine and that small girl’s face to peel it all away. Like peeling an onion, his eyes were stinging like hell.

He remembered the night he met Katherine as if it were yesterday. Charles was in France and he was in London attending a debutante’s ball. Bored out of his head with the simpering young females and strutting males he was looking for an excuse to depart when his cousin’s tall, elegant wife, Katherine was introduced to him. The orchestra began playing and he asked her to join him on the floor. It was a waltz; he took her in his arms, her eyes met his and he knew he’d met the only woman he’d ever love. They’d set off murmurs behind fans for dancing twice and they didn’t leave each other for a week. They’d made intense, passionate, love, they’d laid in each other’s arms and talked for hours, they were as one. She’d confided Charles was a hard, brutish man but she would not leave him because she’d lose all rights to her four years old son. He’d begged her, made promises he knew he couldn’t keep. She’d shaken her head in despair. As soon as Charles returned to London they would go home to Halton Hall.

He’d prayed Charles’s ship would sink to the bottom of the Channel. She’d cried in his arms; he’d cried in her arms. The day before Charles was due to arrive in London they became tense with each other and finally, distraught, he’d accused her of selling herself for the title and privilege. She’d thrown a heavy teapot at his head. When it struck, he’d seen stars for several seconds before shouting more insults. She’d furiously told him he couldn’t afford to keep her on his army pay. He’d walked out.

Julian barely remembered the following months of heavy drinking and angry self-pity until the army knocked his arrogance and selfishness out of him and saved his sanity. He knew damn well his army pay wouldn’t have kept her and he knew damn well she’d have lost all rights to her son. Knowing Charles, he would have demanded she be brought back to him and the law and the church would have supported him. Her life would have been worse than hell. Now this, Christ, never in a million years did he expect this. He wanted to walk away but he couldn’t because the whole damn top secret investigation would crumble or blow up in his face.

He sat down by the fire and put his head in his hands. He didn’t know it then, but that night fourteen months ago, changed his life. Benjamin Bloomfield, aide de camp to His Royal Highness, the Prince Regent, had ordered Brigadier Sir Ian MacDonald, Sir Henry Whitton and himself to meet at a nondescript location on the outskirts of London. On their arrival, they’d been momentarily lost for words to find a sober and serious Prince Regent waiting for them. Senior government officials had drawn the Regent’s attention to the alarming amounts of gold leaving England. Well-placed sources in France had reported English gold was being smuggled across the Channel to help finance Napoleon Bonaparte’s army. Intensive investigations along the east coast had failed to find any solid evidence but the Regent was not satisfied. He and Bloomfield were convinced someone in the upper echelons of power and influence was behind it or protecting the smugglers. That night the five men present decided that from now on the Prince Regent would shrug it off as rumors and lose interest.

That night MacDonald, Whitton and Julian agreed to begin their search for the source. The Prince Regent named the secret investigation Spider’s Web. The three men thought the name childish but they dutifully indulged His Royal Highness. Not one word of the meeting was recorded and at the conclusion the Prince Regent instructed the three men to meet on the first day of each month and report their progress to Bloomfield the day after. Their investigations were secret and painstaking and gradually they began to close in on this part of the coast. They had observed from a distance, they had moved a little closer and then, as with every other investigation, the scent disappeared. However, they were convinced and MacDonald decreed Julian was the only suitable person to come and go around the Ballingford estates and the coast without raising suspicions.

Julian stretched his feet towards the fire, remembering his furious refusal to return to this place he despised intensely and how he nearly resigned his commission when summoned to a private audience with the Prince Regent. High Treason was involved and as an officer of the Crown he was expected to do his duty. He’d reluctantly bowed to HRH’s orders and it was agreed that to be convincing he’d have to be in dire straits to return. His debts, scandals and fistfights were carefully and authentically orchestrated culminating in him being bawled out by Ian MacDonald who’d conveniently forgotten the raw young corporal and scandal loving clerk in his office. Then their one reliable informer, who’d only agreed to meet him under strict conditions of anonymity, was found with his throat cut. He and Baker had arrived at Halton Hall with no idea of where to start or where to look for the needle in the haystack of boats and fishermen and identify whoever was behind this well organized group of traitors. When he did find evidence, his orders were to send a coded message to MacDonald and Whitton and the net would close in.

No matter what was thrown at him now, he could not walk away. They were so close and if the web was broken it could not be repaired. Nor could he let down Ian MacDonald, his uncle and mentor, to whom he owed so much.

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About Jan:
Jan SelbourneJan Selbourne was born and educated in Melbourne, Australia and her love of literature and history began as soon as she learned to read and hold a pen. After graduating from a Melbourne Business College her career began in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting, working in Victoria, Queensland and the United Kingdom. On the point of retiring, she changed course to work as secretary of a large NSW historical society. Now retired Jan is enjoying her love of travelling and literature. She has two children, a stray live in cat and lives near Maitland, New South Wales.

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Older romance #MFRWauthor

Freedom to love whom we wantWhat an interesting topic this is. Since we are in this category, I asked hubby what he thought the secret of keeping love fresh in old age is. He said staying alive. Okay. I have to admit, staying alive helps if you’re going to stay in love. Or maybe…he means that staying alive IS staying in love. That as long as he breathes, his heart is mine. That each morning that he opens his eyes I am the sunlight in his day!

I swear, a bluebird just landed on the windowsill and starting singing.

Now he thinks I’m overthinking the whole thing. “Typical woman,” he says. “The secret is hand a guy a beer and show him something naked.” Yeah, right. Jack doesn’t drink alcohol and “something naked” with a chunky waist, cellulite in the thighs and breasts that hang closer to the knees than they did 20 years ago won’t do the trick—unless you’re really in love. Like all things in marriage and in life, keeping the flame burning takes some work.

  • Never forget the other person. When we first got married, I resolved to always put Jack’s needs first. I grew up in the age where the wife served the man’s dinner first and then she ate. I didn’t quite go that far, but I did try always to pay attention to things he wanted and needed, and fortunately, he did the same for me. As we’ve gotten older, our needs have changed but we still try to watch out for each other: helping when stepping off the curb, reading a menu when we’ve forgotten our glasses, accompanying each other to doctor appointments.
  • Love is more than sex. It’s no secret that sex isn’t as randy at 60 as it is at 20. That doesn’t mean it’s Touchingnonexistent, and when it does happen it’s sweeter than ever. More than sex, touch is so important. When cuddling is as satisfactory, and touching his face is as magical as orgasms, you know that the romance is still strong.
  • The unexpected is still unexpectedly wonderful. Just The unexpectedlike the rose he brought when you were dating, or the love note you tucked into his lunch, surprises are still a sign that the other is in your heart and on the mind. And age has noting to do with that sort of thing. Who doesn’t appreciate the idea that their loved one kept up the romance of life by showing how much they’re thinking of you?
  • Keep doing things together. You wouldn’t have married someone you have noting in common with, would you? So it’s important as you grow older to keep doing things with each other. Exercise the body and mind, and laugh. What’s sexier than finding things to laugh at with the person you love?
  • Find time for yourselves. This is more for your younger years when you might have children at

Do things together

home, but even if you have a houseful of kids, you and your husband need time just to be alone. Having children can wear you out and capture every waking moment. But for love to stay alive, you need to recharge your batteries with your lover, refresh your conversations and just breathe in sync for a bit. The same goes for when you’re older. You might not need a babysitter, but you still need to spend time together. No reading all the time if he wants to go for a walk. The book will always be there later. No golfing for him if you want to go antiquing. Time spent together is time you share and will never get back. Each minute is a memory.

Really, the physical part of love does change with age. But when you have grown older with the man you’ve given your heart to, when you have a history and build memories together, love itself only gets deeper and better. Caring means more than saying, “I love you.” It means showing it–just like when you’re young–in the things you say and do each and every day. And to the best of my knowledge, that’s the best way to keep love alive into the golden years.

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