The best advice? Beware of advice #MFRWauthor

Free adviceWhether it’s good or bad to give advice or receive it depends I think on how good the result ultimately turns out to be. Giving or accepting, we should beware, though. Giving advice is dangerous because our advice could be totally wrong and end up hurting someone. Or it could be right that time, and encourage the person and others to ask for our advice again, when we might not be so astute. Often we give the advice we would like for ourselves and it doesn’t fit the person asking at all. Or we don’t understand their situation fully.

I have given bad advice many a time. Not intentionally, but it still feels just as rotten when the person I doled out my opinion to is in tears. Or angry.

Receiving advice is just as tricky. I have accepted advice because it was what I wanted to hear and it turned out all wrong. I’ve also turned down advice for the same reason and with the same result. No matter how illogical, it’s hard not to blame the advice giver when that happens. “So-and-so told me I should/shouldn’t do such-and-such. It’s not my fault!” Of course it always was my fault.

The worst advice I was given as a writer is to write a particular kind of book. At the time, a lot of people were writing those books and having success, so I gave in. Unfortunately, I ignored one of Shakespeare’s famous lines: To thine own self be true (Hamlet). I gave up the effort, but not until after I’d spent much time and effort on it.

So what advice is best? When the advice is tested by time. Here are some examples from 25 Excellent Pieces of Advice That Most People Ignore.

  • Take time to know yourself
  • A narrow focus brings big results
  • Don’t make assumptions
  • Be your best at all times
  • Don’t be afraid of being afraid

And here are a few goodies from the BardWilliam Shakespeare--the Bard

  • Neither a borrower nor a lender be (Hamlet)
  • What’s done cannot be undone (Macbeth) [So be careful when you decide what you want “done.”]
  • Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none (All’s Well that End’s Well)
  • Better a witty fool than a foolish wit (Twelfth Night)
  • ‘Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall (Measure for Measure)
  • That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man/If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. (Two Gentlemen of Verona) [There is more than one interpretation of this statement to an erotic romance writer!]

All of this sage advice is great but I heard one more I’d like to share. I heard a TV interview with a terribly wounded soldier who found the strength to turn his injuries around and help others damaged by war. I could kick myself now because I can’t recall his name but I remember his advice, and it’s good.

You can’t always control your situation, but you can control your attitude about your situation.

Some advice to take to heart! May all your advice (given and received) be useful and fruitful, and from the heart.

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Dee
Only a Good Man Will Do: Seriously ambitious man seeks woman to encourage his goals, support his (hopeful) position as Headmaster of Westover Academy, and be purer than Caesar’s wife. Good luck with that!

Naval Maneuvers: When a woman requires an earth-shattering crush of pleasure to carry her away, she can’t do better than to call on the US Navy. Sorry, Marines!

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Perilous Love Jan Selbourne (Fabulous love story!)

Adrian Bryce has led something of a playboy lifestyle, playing fast and hard BVS sale: Perilous Love Jan Selbourne  with a beautiful seductress until the British government sends him on a spying assignment. The deadly mission sees Adrian and his family running for their lives through a war-torn Europe. On the perilous road to home, a web of spies and assassins surround them on all sides. As the danger grows, Adrian finds himself more drawn to the lovely Gabrielle. A nightmare of betrayal and brutality follow them as Adrian risks everything to get his family back home.

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CIA linguist and expert sniper, Cat Beckett, saves Lt. Ryan Heller and his ambushed SEAL team in Afghanistan, and realizing someone is passing information to the enemy she suspects her ex-lover, Peter Mitchell. Caught between extremists and Mitchell, can Cat and Ryan’s blossoming relationship survive this challenging and deadly situation?

 

Naval Maneuvers Dee S. Knight

BVS sale: Naval Maneuvers Dee S. KnightMen and women of the armed forces deal experience desire and love pretty much like everyone else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of “duty, honor, service” as a man might apply them to a woman’s pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy, compelling force for which you’d better be armed, whether weighing anchor and moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or setting a course for renewed love with anchor home.

A professional woman sworn to avoiding all things military finds herself in love with a lieutenant commander in the Navy. Love won’t conquer all if she allows her childhood memories to eclipse future happiness.

Two people find (surprisingly) that they are both in the Navy and love their chosen professions—until one turns out to be an officer but not a gentleman and the other is a gentleman but not an officer.

When two former lovers find each other after more than a decade, will a long-hidden secret threaten the course of a rekindled romance or be the cause of it?

First Submission Anthology

BVS: First Submission anthology We all remember our firsts in life; first kiss, first love, first sexual experience. Black Velvet Seductions present a collection of eleven short stories, from eleven great writers, on the subject of First Submission within a Domination and submission relationship. The authors are from different backgrounds across the world and have written a broad spectrum of stories on such diverse themes as straight, gay, BDSM, domestic discipline, age play and multiple partners. A red hot read of wide ranging sexy stories to thrill and tantalize! Discover the authors and their stories on the BVS site.

Uniform Desire Anthology

It’s seduction around the concept of uniform–military, nurse, firefighter, BVS sale: Uniform Desire anthologypoliceman and so much more. There’s a little erotic romance for everyone, including ménage, BDSM, spanking, and… Well you’ll have to see for yourself on the BVS page.

Unlike any house mother you’ve known! Amber Lloyd: House Mother

House Mother by Amber Lloyd

In my book “House Mother” the main character, Amber Lloyd, discovers that the five men she has agreed to have sex with are all afflicted with one form of sexual dysfunction or another. In today’s world of personal and sexual relationships we all suffer from some form of sexual dysfunction.

Women stuck in less than sexually satisfying marriages, and men unable to perform because of physical, social or stress related causes, have become the norm rather than the exception in our society. Those of us with an acceptable sex life often take what we have for granted and never realize what we had until through complacency or arrogance we lose it.

Amber finds herself in a very different situation than she thought she was signing up for, when she agreed to become House Mother for her five middle age men. She tries her best to help them overcome their difficulties, but it’s not easy, and the things that plague these guys would be better treated by healthcare professionals, but she is determined to do all that she can for them.

Sexual dysfunction often goes unspoken and under-treated because of the stigma associated with it. For men it suggests a lack of strength and manliness to be less than capable at sex. For women sexual dysfunction in themselves or in their partners creates a feeling of worthlessness. They feel unloved or unwanted and even though the man in her life may confess the problem is his, and not hers, she still feels false guilt at not being able to spark his libido.

Women are not immune to sexual dysfunction and often suffer either in silence or in abstinence with their own form of intimacy issues. We as humans tend to list sexual issues in a category in-and-of itself instead of realizing that a healthy sex life is as important to our wellness as are other medical and health related issues. Sex is too often the unspoken black sheep of the health care business and some are so embarrassed about sexual difficulties that they often won’t discuss the issue even with their doctor.

Amber finds herself in the middle of sexual dysfunction issues more by default than by choice and does her best to help find solutions for the men in her life. Men who are afraid or unwilling to discuss their problems with the people from whom they should be asking for such help.

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Blurb:

All Amber Lloyd wanted was a new start. With her abusive ex-husband a thing of the past and a modest divorce settlement in the bank, the future looked hopeful.

But as Amber quickly finds out, a young woman making it alone in a new city is much more expensive than she initially thought, and with no work experience, her options are limited. When an unusual job offer presents itself, Amber is hesitant, but her financial situation leaves her with few other choices.

Amber soon finds herself living the life of luxury as House Mother to five middle-aged men, but what initially seemed to be a straightforward contract turns out to be more complicated than she bargained for as each of the men comes with his own set of sexual problems. Is Amber in over her head or has she found her true calling?

House Mother is a crazy ride into the world of sexual dysfunction told first-person by a woman with compassion and empathy for her clients. Some are more damaged than others, but they all have one thing in common – they all need the unique services provided by the House Mother.

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Excerpt from House Mother: The Contract

“Why don’t you come with me,” I said as I took his hand and walked him to the first bedroom. “Here, let me help you,” I suggested as I unbuttoned his shirt and had him sit on the bed. I got down and removed his shoes and socks then went to his pants and unbuckled his trousers.

As I lowered his pants down his legs he said, “Okay, but leave the shorts on.”

“Sure, Ray, whatever you say.” I had him lay on the bed and removed my clothes.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“I’m getting naked like you.”

“Why?”

“I thought you’d want to see.”

“I can’t…”

“You can look, and you can touch and feel me, can’t you?”

“Yeah, I suppose. I know what you’re trying to do and believe me it won’t work.”

“It doesn’t have to work. Not with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s more to sex than penetrating a vagina with a penis. Sex is mostly up here,” I said, tapping his forehead.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t trickle down like economics.”

“Economics doesn’t trickle down. There’s too much greed at the top,” I said.

“You’ve got that right,” he agreed. I was down to bra and panties and I unhooked my bra and let my breasts free. I reached down and pulled my panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

“What do you think?”

“Beautiful,” he said. “Almost as beautiful as my Anna when we first got married.”

“Why thank you, Ray. That’s a nice complement. Would you like to touch?” I said.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and I stepped in between his legs. He tentatively massaged my breasts, and I gave him a moment to play with my nipples between his fingers.

“You want to kiss me?” I asked.

“Okay,” he said. I went to him and gave him a hot wet kiss. I let my tongue swirl around his mouth and sucked his breath into my lungs as he continued to massage my breasts.

“You can kiss them if you like.”

He took my left breast in his mouth and suckled it and then the right. He was good at what he was doing, and my nipples and my vagina responded appropriately. While I had him in this position, I ran my fingers through his hair, expecting it to come off in my hands. I discovered that full head of wavy dark brown hair of his was all real. I could have sworn it was a rug.

“You’re making me very wet,” I said.

“Can I?” He said moving his hand down to my crotch.

“I wish you would.”

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Amber Lloyd: House Mother

Author bio:

Amber Lloyd is my pen name but for me it’s much more than that. It’s often hard to separate the author Amber Lloyd from the character I write about in my books. My life is so different from Amber’s that when I was asked to produce a Bio for my books I was torn between the one I created for my alter ego and my real life. When I compared the two I realized that no one would be the least bit interested in the one over the other so I wrote what you see below. I will let you decide which one you think I chose.

I was born and raised in a small town in upstate New York called Monticello. It’s mostly a farm community and if you didn’t know the true latitude, you would think you were somewhere in the deep south. The city is a bastion of country western music complete with men in cowboy hats and women wearing jeans and shit kicking boots.

I was a gawky kid who loved climbing trees and riding horses. My parents were not country people. They lived in the city and worked as marketing specialists. My dad groomed me to join them in their business and convinced me to pursue a college course that would introduce me to the world of marketing. They wanted me to stay close by and apply to SUNY at New Paltz but I had a different idea. I chose the only college a good distance away from Hee Haw New York that would accept my less than stellar high school grades and SAT scores.

The College I chose was in Kansas where I met my husband. Ron was a year ahead of me and when he graduated, he convinced me to move to Oklahoma and become his wife. The marriage didn’t work out for either of us. Unlike the character in my book, Ron is a good guy, but I don’t think I ever loved him. We had very different ideas about life and love and it was more my faults and issues than his that destroyed our relationship.

My move to Florida was not as much an escape as a running home to my parents who had moved from New York to Clearwater. My tom-boy youth took over and I got a job as a deputy Sheriff. I lived with my parents for several years until I could get my own place. I manage to sprinkle some of my law enforcement experience into my books and base some of my characters on people I met or had to deal with on the job. My descriptions of Amber’s escape and the rest of the story is my fictional account of what I imagined would have happened if I was her, but alas I am me, and all I get to do is write about her exciting life as the House Mother.

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Writing and Life #MFRWauthor

Get a life, live your lifeThe question this week is whether life exists outside of writing. For me, the better question is, does writing exist outside of life? Without life experiences, is there anything upon which to base a short story, novella, or novel? I doubt it. Even a splendid imagination needs some comparison in order to work. If you only know one place or one type of person, it would be much harder to develop a well-rounded story line.

How does my life contribute to writing?

  • Jack and I have traveled all over the country so I can draw on what various states look like. Even a WIP that takes place in Europe is made better by our having been there.
  • We have a small family, but fortunately, they are all nutty as fruit cakes, and I often draw off them to provide story lines and character definition.
  • In our travels but even more by our living in a variety of places—from Moving--it keeps life freshcities like San Francisco and Chicago to small places like Appleton, WI and Greenwood, SC—we’ve met and made friends with people from all walks of life, helping me to give depths to my stories and characters.
  • I’ve worked in a lot of places and in a lot of different career paths, so my imagination has an easy time making comparisons to other lines of work as well.

Does this all mean that someone who’s lived in one place all their lives without a great deal of change can’t write a great book? Gosh no. In fact, maybe it means I don’t have a good imagination and need all that outside stimuli to help me write. It’s all made life interesting, and I hope it’s helped me write better and deeper stories.

Read the next blog in the blog hop by going here.

Dee
Only a Good Man Will Do: Seriously ambitious man seeks woman to encourage his goals, support his (hopeful) position as Headmaster of Westover Academy, and be purer than Caesar’s wife. Good luck with that!

Naval Maneuvers: When a woman requires an earth-shattering crush of pleasure to carry her away, she can’t do better than to call on the US Navy. Sorry, Marines!

Release Blitz!! Chasing the Chambermaid by Lucy Felthouse

Out Now! Chasing the Chambermaid by Lucy Felthouse
(@cw1985) #reverseharem #rh #whychoose

Lucy Felthouse: Chasing the Chambermaid

Blurb:
Can an exciting new outlook on life help Connie heal her damaged heart?
Connie White is running away from an abusive relationship. Fear and desperation have driven her to Bowdley Hall Hotel in the Scottish Highlands, where, despite an unceremonious start, she appears to have fallen on her feet. The owner, Frances McKenzie, is kind and understanding, and seems happy for Connie to hide out in her hotel for a while.

With a roof over her head and a job as a chambermaid, Connie is in a better situation than she could ever have hoped for. Her workmates seem nice, but she’s determined to keep them at arm’s length. After all, how can she form connections if she’s unwilling to divulge anything about herself?
Her apparent mysteriousness doesn’t faze her gorgeous new colleagues Will MacIntyre, Nico Moretti, and Ashley Fox. All three show a keen interest in her, but Connie has absolutely no intention of going there. She hasn’t fled one relationship, only to get involved with someone else, no matter how gorgeous. She simply isn’t ready for that.

When an epiphany of sorts makes her realise she’s living a half-life by keeping herself so cut off from everyone, she finally lets someone in. That someone shows her there can be something between singledom and a full-on relationship. And when casual dating is on the cards, anything is possible…

Note: This novella has been previously published as part of the Duty Bound anthology.
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Lucy Felthouse: Chasing the Chambermaid

*****

Excerpt:
Prologue
Only the slop, slop, slopping sound of her painfully slow footsteps through the thick, sucking mud convinced Connie White she was actually making any progress. Her limbs and extremities had long since gone so numb that she couldn’t be sure otherwise.

Come on, Con, just a little bit further. That sign said something about an estate, and an estate means buildings. A bloody cowshed will do—anything for some respite from this infernal sodding weather.

She pushed on for several more minutes, then gasped with shock and relief when her next step met not with sloppy mud or waterlogged grass, but a track. A rough track, but a track nonetheless. And it had to lead somewhere, surely? It ran left to right across the line she’d been taking, so Connie had to make a decision. Which way would lead her to… something? She was already soaked to the skin and freezing cold, so a couple of seconds of rumination wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to her physical state. She really didn’t want to end up going in the wrong direction and heading further away from any semblance of civilisation.

She took a breath and remembered her gran’s—long since dead, bless her—nonsensical motto—or one of them, anyway: If in doubt, turn left.

Connie shrugged, and another of her gran’s daft phrases flitted into her brain. In for a penny, in for a pound.

She hoiked her backpack higher, hunched her shoulders against the relentless wind and rain, and turned left. Moments later, she was rewarded as the hulking shape of a building appeared from the sheets of wind-buffeted rain. Excitement gave her a burst of energy, spurring her on. Fifty feet. Forty. Twenty-five. God, what was this place? It looked so old and decrepit the Vikings could have left it behind. Doesn’t matter. If it provides even a modicum of shelter, it’s an improvement on where you slept last night. The wooden bench on the tiny village’s green hadn’t exactly been the warmest or most comfortable place to lay her head. And she shuddered to think about what would have happened if someone unsavoury had happened across her, alone and vulnerable. She’d been very glad to wake up and hurriedly continue on her journey that morning.

The last few feet went by in a blur of motion, her body still numb and not entirely under her control. At least the track was easier to walk on. It wasn’t particularly smooth, but at least it wasn’t trying to pull off her walking boots, like the sucking mud had been.

Finally, she burst through the building’s heavy door, only the adrenaline pumping in her veins making it possible to even shift the thing. Fuck, I’m exhausted.

The last thing she remembered was shucking off her backpack and slamming the door against the elements. Then silence.

Lucy Felthouse: Writer Services

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Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

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When you’re going through hell… #MFRWauthor

Most unusually, my hubby is sitting here with me as I write this, so I decided to ask him who he would really, truly like to have dinner with. He said WinstonWinston Churchill Churchill, so that’s who we’re going with. Well, actually, he first said that there is no one he would kill or be willing to die to have dinner with. That’s my literal husband.

So why Churchill? He was a great leader. He was knocked down and then raised up. And then knocked down Churchill, Roosevelt, and Stalin at Yaltaagain but he persevered. He was not one to say, “I hope I will survive this,” he was one to say, “I will prevail. I will have victory.” And he did.

Churchill also had a wicked sense of humor, which hubby appreciates, having one himself. And he was witty. For a while, Jack collected Churchill sayings. Here are a few:

  • When you’re going through hell, keep going.
  • Success consists of going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.
  • We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.
  • You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.
  • Never give in, never give in, never, Never give upnever, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.
  • Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
  • You will never get to the end of the journey if you stop to shy a stone at every dog that barks.

Several of these are good for writers, too! I think if Jack were ever able to sit down with Mr. Churchill I might have to tag along.

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Dee

Only a Good Man Will Do: Seriously ambitious man seeks woman to encourage his goals, support his (hopeful) position as Headmaster of Westover Academy, and be purer than Caesar’s wife. Good luck with that!

Naval Maneuvers: When a woman requires an earth-shattering crush of pleasure to carry her away, she can’t do better than to call on the US Navy. Sorry, Marines!

Basket of Flowers List #MFRWauthor

Not a bucket listI really don’t care for the term bucket list. I’d rather think that my wishes of things to do reside in a basket full of flowers. “Bucket” is a little too rustic for me. I prefer something like this basket of cheery daffodils, each one labeled with something I want to do before I die.

And there again, I’m not really a fan of what bucket list stands for. I don’t want to have a list of things to do before I die. That’s kind of morbid, isn’t it?

I’d never heard the term “bucket list” until that movie came out with Jack Bucket listNicholson and Morgan Freeman. Of course, the movie was about self-discovery, and not just doing things you’ve always wanted to do before the Grim Reaper says your time has run out. Since I feel like—for the moment—that I’ve discovered everything about myself I care to, my Basket of Flowers List is about doing things for the sheer desire of doing them.

I don’t have a very long list. That’s because Jack and I tried to live large while we were out and doing things. While most of our friends were starting careers and settling down, we were flitting around the country in Carpe diem--seize the dayan eighteen wheeler. When our friends were older and dangling grandchildren on their knees, we were moving around the country chasing consulting jobs. We seized the day in every way we could. But there are still a few things I’d like to do someday. (Someday implies hope and not “better hurry up.”)

  • Drive on Snowy Range Road outside Cheyenne, WY. We used to see the sign for Snowy Range Road when we were trucking, and the name always intrigued me. Do I have a shot? Yes.
  • Drive Going to the Sun Road in Glacier National Park. I thought after eight years here in the Northwest I’d have been done this already, but noooo. Jack wanted to see Yellowstone. We have seen Yellowstone in both summer and winter, and yet I am still waiting for my cruise along Going to the Sun Road. Do I have a shot? Yes.
  • Go back to the Icefield Parkway. We loved seeing that part of Alberta and it’s one of those places I’d like to see again. I have my little passport card! Do I have a shot? Yes.
  • See a moose. Yep. I’ve seen those Moose Crossing signs in Vermont and been all over the western states and western Canada and still have not seen a moose. I wanna. Do I have a shot? ?? I should!
  • See Australia and New Zealand. Especially now that I have a couch I can sleep on in New South Wales (surprise! Jan Selbourne!), I’d love to see Australia!! But I’d be shocked if this Basket of Flowers List wish is ever fulfilled. Too long a trip—unless I win the lottery and can take rest breaks in Hawaii (strangely, going to Hawaii has never been a wish of mine), Fiji, Tahiti, and Bora Bora along the way. Do I have a shot? Probably no, ‘cause that winning lottery number keeps eluding me.
  • Go back to Scotland. Gosh, I love that country! And I’ve lovedScotland exploring it each time I’ve had the chance. Do I have a shot at doing it again? Sadly, probably no.

That’s about it, really. I’m not one of those people who long for a lot of things just out of reach. I’ve lived a good life thus far—different, exciting, and fun—with the man I love. I figure as long as I’ve been blessed to have done that, I’ve already fulfilled most every worthwhile bucket list there is.

Read the next post in the blog hop.

Dee
Only a Good Man Will Do: Seriously ambitious man seeks woman to encourage his goals, support his (hopeful) position as Headmaster of Westover Academy, and be purer than Caesar’s wife. Good luck with that!

Naval Maneuvers: When a woman requires an earth-shattering crush of pleasure to carry her away, she can’t do better than to call on the US Navy. Sorry, Marines!

Guest Author: Carol Schoenig

We’re so happy to welcome Carol Schoenig and her book, The Caretaker, to Nomad Authors!

The Caretaker

NA: How did you come up with the idea for your book?

CS: I came up with the idea for The Caretaker in talking to my friends and neighbor. I used to belong to a sewing group. One of my friends was telling us about how her sister and brother-in-law put their belongings in storage and rented out their home. They did this because they wanted to travel in Europe for 9 months. They found a job as a House Sitter in France. It just popped into my head that could make a great story, but I wanted a romance story.

My neighbors were celebrating an anniversary. I asked how did they meet. Well, they were high school sweetheart, but her parents didn’t approve of him. Vince was drafted to serve in WWII. Life moved forward for both of them. Vince’s wife passed away, and he had grown children and lived in Boston. Mary had divorced with grown children living in Cranberry Township North of Pittsburgh PA. Vince came into Pittsburgh for a 50 HS reunion. Vince stopped in at our church asked if Mary was around. Sure enough she was only a few feet away. They started dating and got married when they were 72 years of age.

They’ve been married for 15 years. Mary died a few months ago. Vince is in a nursing home.

NA: What sort of research did you do to write this book?

CS: I’ve always wanted to go to Mallorca Spain so most of my research was finding restaurants and interesting sites in Mallorca, building supplies stores in Rome that are similar to those in the US. Home Depot.

NA: What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?

CS: Love isn’t just for the young. There are so many people over 50 plus looking for companionship or love. In fact, three friends that read my book ended up in relationships.

J got married, she’s 70.
NS is 73 and dating a friend from high school, and I asked if marriage was in the horizon and she said possibly. Nancy shared with me a story about her friend I’m saving for another book.
CP is a friend of mine from high school and she is 70 and in a relationship. Neither he nor she is interested in marriage. Carol’s reasons are fodder to be used later.

NA: Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?

CS: I currently work part-time in a retail store. I had a twenty-five-year career in Human Resources in various industries, engineering, health care, advertising and biotechnology.

NA: What started you on the path to writing?

CS: It has been a long time coming to be a writer. I think I was first inspired to write after reading the poem I think I’ll never see a poem as lovely as a tree That poem gave me an emotional jolt. I wanted to write something as beautiful as that poem. I want to inspire people and make them feel and see things from another prospective.

NA: What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?

CS: They’re excited, supportive and proud of me. They think it’s awesome. My high school friends want me to write a book about our friendship.

NA: Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?

CS: Definitely by-the-seat-of-my pants and that is not good. If I outline, I feel like someone has put me in a room and locked me up. I see the need and reason for outlining, but I have a hard time. I feel confined.
What has been one of your most rewarding experiences as an author?

NA: Which kind of scenes are the hardest for you to write? Action, dialogue, sex?

CS: Definitely sex scenes. I bought a book naughty words for good girls. One thing I’ve found though is when watching a movie and the characters will kiss, I zone in on the steps they look in the other person’s eyes, move closer, closer until their lips meet. I have a friend that writes erotic books, and she tells me she watches porn.

NA: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

CS: I think of myself as a jack of all trades master of none. I have many hobbies and likes. I’ll sew, clothing, quilts, purses. I like to make cards, sing in the choir, I like to travel, but don’t do enough of it. Spend time with my grandchildren, Bake I used to make wedding cakes. I recently did a cupcake bouquet.

NA: What are your top three favorite books of all time?

CS: The Last Forever by Nora Roberts. The inn that is being renovated in the book is a real place in Boonsboro, MD and is owned by NR.

Her Summer with a Marine by Susan Meier. I love all of Susan’s books. She has written over 50 and I think I have 35 of them. I like this one because the occupation was different.

And most recently I enjoyed Her Lover’s Face by Patricia Elliott. I thought how they met was very unique.

NA: A pet peeve.

CS: Not sure what you mean here, in writing? Pet peeve is big books. I like to read something that can be done in a day or two, not a month. I prefer dialogue and not all the narrative. That’s probably why I have difficulty writing narrative.

NA: First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?

CS: I hate waking up to alarms. I rarely use one and if I have to use one, I’m up before it goes off. I’ve been able to visualize or train myself to do this. I went on a retreat with a friend and she wanted to set an alarm for 6 a.m. I told all I need to do is tell myself to get up at 6 a.m. and I’ll be up. Sure enough I was up at 6 a.m. The same when I worked, I‘d visualize the parking spot I wanted and it would be available to me.

I’d love to do that with my writing. Although, I made a book jacket with the title and my name on the binding. Went to Barnes and Nobles and placed it in the spot where it would go on the shelve and took a picture. That was my motivation to keep writing. I got the book written. It’s not on the shelves of B&N. It will be one of these days.

NA: What errand/chore do you despise the most?

CS: Grocery shopping. I’ve passed it off to my husband. When I was diagnosed with Celiac disease ten years ago, I began to hate grocery shopping. It was torture. Everything I picked up had wheat in it. I’m not a big veggie or fruit eater so it was like there is nothing for me to eat. Over the years it’s gotten better and there are more options for Celiac disease. I don’t enjoy eating out a lot for the same reason.

NA: What famous person would you like to have dinner with?

CS: Tom Hanks or Michael Keaton. I love their sense of humor. I spoke to Michael Keaton on the phone once, but I didn’t know it was him. I worked with his sister and brother and he called in to talk to them. I passed the call through. When Doug (Michael’s brother) got off the phone he came over and told me it was Michael Keaton. He is originally from the same area where I grew up.

NA: What are you working on now?

CS: I’m finished a short story for the Mystic Desire Anthology and hope to complete my second novel A Make-Believe Engagement. It’s about a woman who lost a leg after celebrating her engagement. Shortly afterward, her fiancé dumpS her, and she loes her yoga studio. Five years later she finds herself playing the role of a fiancé to keep her sister out of jail.
I was inspired to write this for several reasons. Amy Mullins gave a TED Talk about her twelve pairs of legs. Amy lost her legs at the age of two.

I hear the struggles women have meeting guys etc. It made me think about how hard it must be if you have a disability or disfigurement.

Not every missing limbed person has a great story to tell like Amy Mullins etc. I wanted to reach out to those people and let them know not to give up.

Another book I’ve started developing my characters is a story about sexual harassment at work. I was sexually harassed at work, before there were laws to protect women. When the MeTo movement began and every time something appeared in the news about someone being harassed etc. it brought those memories back. But what I have a hard time understanding is waiting decades to come forward or wanting to sue for money or make myself known. I need to research some of this and understand more. I can only write from my experience. I just want to forget it and move on.

Also, my high school friends keep asking me to write a book about us. There are 10 of us that get together once a month for dinner. We’ve gone to elementary school and high school together. We’ve been friends for over 50 years. Last year 6 of us went on a cruise to celebrate our 70th birthdays. I think it will have to be a series, Married, Divorced, Widowed.

NA: What adventurous things have you done in your life?

CS: Windsurfing (I did this when I was younger) Zorbing
Parasailing
Zorbing
Ziplining
White water rafting
No door helicopter ride
Swimming with dolphins
Segway in Bermuda
Hot-air balloon ride

The Caretaker by Carol Schoenig

The Caretaker blurb:

Phae Carson married young to a husband that was verbally and emotionally abusive. Having two kids by the time she was 20 kept her in the relationship.

For twenty-seven years he controlled her life, not giving her access to money and not allowing her to work outside the home. He nixed family vacations and outings of any kind. He expected the house clean, home cooked meals and no laundry in the hampers.

Finally, widowed, with her children grown, Phae is presented with a job opportunity as a caretaker for a villa in Mallorca Spain. She jumps at the chance to experience some of the adventures she’d dreamed about in her youth. However, she’ll have to take control of her life. Starting by going against the wishes of her grown children Kera and Jeff, who try to dissuade her from taking the job.

In Mallorca, she finds more than she expected when she meets Finn Callahan, the owner of the villa she’s hired to take care of.

Phae initially wants no part of falling in love because she doesn’t want to lose the autonomy she has gained. But she begins to wonder if it’s possible loving someone, being in a relationship, isn’t synonymous with losing one’s independence?

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Author info:

Author Carol SchoenigCarol Schoenig used to joke with co-workers that when she retired she was going to sit on a beach and write scintillating romance novels.

Married to the same man for 50 years. She spends time with her two grown sons and five grandchildren.  She reads, sews and sings in the choir.

She believes you’re never too old to pursue your dreams.

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Not the man IN the moon, the men ON the moon

Moon from Earth
Moon from Earth

50 years ago, the year I graduated from Lyman High School in Longwood, Florida, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin became the first men to step foot on the moon. My dad was stationed in Orlando, and earlier in the week we stood out on our lawn in Casselberry and watched the glowing light from the rocket as it took off from Cape Kennedy (as the cape was then called). Days later, on July 20, like people all around the world, we sat around the TV and watched the landing. No one cared that day for televised baseball or movies or mysteries. Our entire focus was on the black and white, somewhat grainy pictures transmitted from the moon back to us on Earth.

Days before, the moon had been something to look up and see with a touchFull moon of marvel, a bit of mystery. Now it felt much more scientific. A big rock-like entity to be explored. It had nothing to do with romance and love and everything to do with accomplishment an changed perceptions. It’s impossible to explain to someone who didn’t watch it that day the pride that filled all of us. Or the thrill. Or the fear that something would happen to keep our guys from coming home.

Earth from moon

When I was teaching years later, I took classes to the Science Museum of Virginia in Richmond. Walking around and checking them while they interacted with the exhibits, I happened on a couple of boys watching a video on the moon landing. Standing behind them, once more my heart filled my throat and I blinked back tears at the sheer emotion of the unbelievable event. Then one of the boys turned to the other and said, “This is old. Let’s go check out the computers.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. What was still an overwhelming moment for me (“One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”) was just the first of many moon landings for them, most of which took place before they were born. The whole thing had lost its wonder, its magic for the newer generation. And there was no getting it back. New adventures took its place. It was old. Like I felt at that moment.

Change is inevitable. Now we carry computers in our purses that rival some of those uses by NASA in 1969. The boys I taught may now be wondering why their own kids don’t sit in awe when a new cell phone comes out or why they don’t stop to give thanks to Steve Jobs for his genius. Now they feel old, lol! Still, I can’t help but be happy that we are celebrating the moon shot and landing. It was indeed one of the greatest moments in the history of the world, and I still feel the pride I did back then.

Dee

Only a Good Man Will Do: Seriously ambitious man seeks woman to encourage his goals, support his (hopeful) position as Headmaster of Westover Academy, and be purer than Caesar’s wife. Good luck with that!

Naval Maneuvers: When a woman requires an earth-shattering crush of pleasure to carry her away, she can’t do better than to call on the US Navy. Sorry, Marines!

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RWISA ShowcaseVignettes Parisian
Bernard Foong

Vignettes Parisian is a collection of four short stories about the Author’s past and present experiences in the French City of Love and Romance, commonly known as Paris.

Christian Dior Couturier Du Reve
It is impossible not to have a close encounter with fashion when I am in Paris. Even if I had to wait in the freezing cold for an hour and a half to enter the Christian Dior Couturier Du Reve (Christian Dior Couturier of Dreams) exhibition at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs (Museum of Decorative Arts). My husband, Walter, and I were the lucky few who arrived early before the museum opened its doors. The late arrivals were banished to the back of the queue for a five hours wait before admission was granted.

This spectacular exhibition was worth the wait. Not only were the lives, times, and accomplishments of Christian Dior, one of the great French couturier and his successors well documented, the exquisite fashions and well-thought-out displays were equally impressive.

Since my first visit in 1966 to the French capital of romance, luxury, and fashion, my love for Paris has never waned. Before I left sunny Maui, I had designed and made a haute couture gold, silver, and black embossed velvet fleur-de-lis patterned coat to wear during my recent holiday in France. It was at this exhibition that I received compliments for my one-of-a-kind creation.

A stranger approached me at the exhibition to buy the coat off my back because he loved what I wore. Perhaps I should be the next designer to take over the reins for this resplendent Maison – The House of Dior. After all, I am a knowledgeable and seasoned fashion designer who knows every aspect of the international fashion industry.

Shopping In Paris (Then & Now)

I am one of those blessed individuals with a pair of discerning eyes and can detect items I wish to purchase in cramped spaces on my crazy shopping sprees. It was in such a circumstance that Walter and I found ourselves in the middle of the crowded shopping Avenue, des Champs Elysées.

A sole of my shoe had divorced itself from the body of my long-lasting suedes and left me to hobble around Paris like a circus clown with flapping feet. I had to take immediate action to remedy this unanticipated situation before the remainder of my footwear disintegrated onto the wet and soggy ground, while my beloved, sniggered at my fashion malfunction.

I remembered an amusing incident that happened in 1969 at this boulevard. Back then, I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed fashion student. Accompanying Moi was Count Mario, an accomplished Vogue fashion photographer, Andy, my model-looking lover and Valet, and Sammy, a flamboyant young fashionista. The four of us were shopping at the avenue, that drizzly day.

To elongate his petite stature beneath his wide bell-bottom jeans, Sammy wore a pair of eight inches high platform shoes. He also donned a fitted denim jacket over a sassy body-hugging bodysuit. To complete his eccentric ensemble, his dyed cornflower yellow, emerald, and turquoise hair flowed behind him like an exotic mane as our quartet floated down the street.

Eyes turned in our direction as we trotted around Paris in style. Before I realized what had transpired, Sammy was flat on the pavement. Colorful socks bounced around him like raptured pom-poms. The lad had stuffed pairs of rolled-up socks inside his footwear so he could fit his tiny feet into the platforms. He had stumbled on the wet and slippery sidewalk.

Mario, wasted no time whipping out his camera to capture this unanticipated fashion faux pas, while Andy and I looked on in shock.

As if modeling for a Vogue fashion shoot, the quick-witted Sam posed this way and that on the wet thoroughfare while the photographer clicked away at the gaffe. A pedestrian circle had formed in the middle of Avenue des Champs Elysées to witness this “fashion happening.” Advertently, our friend had transformed an embarrassing situation into a photo-opt as the applauding crowd showered the boy with accolades. By the time Sammy got on his feet, he had saved his face with poise and grace.

The Magical Power of The Written Word

“Why are there beds located at different corners of the bookstore?” I asked Monsieur Mercier, an assistant at the Shakespeare & Company bookshop.

“The beds are available for writers to stay a night in Paris for free,” the man responded before he resumed, “Are you a writer? Do you intend to stay the night?”

Surprised by the man’s inquiries, I evinced, “I am a writer. But no thank you to the lodging offer.”

“What genre of books do you write, Monsieur?” Mercier queried.

“I’m an autobiographer,” I replied. “Because of its controversial and provocative contents, my books are often classified under the Erotica genre.”

The bookseller questioned, “What are the titles of your books, and what is the author’s name?”

“A HAREM BOY’S SAGA; A MEMOIR BY YOUNG. It’s a five-book series,” I declared.

“I believe we have your books in the store. Are the titles: INITIATION, UNBRIDLED, DEBAUCHERY, TURPITUDE, and METANOIA?” he promulgated.

I nodded, delighted by his information.

The Frenchman led me through a series of narrow pathways covered with volumes and pamphlets of the written word. When he finally extracted five volumes of my autobiography from a shelf, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

“I read the series. What a compelling teenage life you’ve led. I wish my school had a secret fraternity program like yours,” the teller quipped smilingly.

He recommenced, “Our store is a focal point of English literature in Paris. Anais Nin, Henry Miller, and Richard Wright are frequent visitors. We also host literary activities, like poetry readings, writers’ meetings, book readings, writing festivals, literature festivals, photography workshops, writing groups, and Sunday tea.

“Ms. Sylvia Whitman, the owner, might invite you for a book reading at our store.”

“That will be splendid. Unfortunately, my husband and I are in Paris for a short period. Maybe we can arrange a book reading and signing session when we are in Paris again,” I proposed.

Monsieur Mercier and I had exchanged contact information before I left the Shakespeare & Company bookshop. Hopefully, during my next visit to Paree, I will get to meet Madam Sylvia Whitman with a book reading and signing gig in place.

S.O.W. and R.E.A.P.

Over the years, I have been asked by many, “Why do you love Paris so much?” My reply is always the same – S.O.W.

Although the Parisian cityscape has changed over the years, these three alphabets continue to shadow my existence whenever I am in or out of Paris. S.O.W. is also a reason Walter and I chose France as our home away from home.

In the autumn of 1966, when the Simorgh (one of my Arab patriarch’s private jet) touched down in Charles de Gaulle airport, I had contracted the romance bug. Back then, the ebullient Moi, an inquisitive teenager with a quest for adventure, was whisked to the Paris Ritz Carlton in a luxurious Bentley by my host, Prince P. I had fallen head-over-heels in love and in awe with both the prince, Andy, my then chaperone and Valet, and Paris, the city of romance. That was before our entourage visited the haute couture fashion Houses of Chanel, Dior, Ungaro, Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent, Patou, and the fancy eateries, such as Café de Flore, La Belle Époque, Maxim’s, and last but by no means least, Le Folies Bergers. Back then, these infamous Parisian establishments were places to go, to see and be seen. Nowadays, they are tourist attractions.

Through the subsequent years, I had accompanied many princes, princesses, sheiks, sheikas, and their aristocratic Arabian entourages to the French capital. Most significantly, this city of love and romance had taught me the art of Seduction (S), Originality (O), and Wit (W). Some may say that wittiness is a congenital trait, but I purport it as a learned art of human relationships. Whatever definition one chooses to use, I had returned to this electrifying metropolis of S.O.W.; where I had sown many a wild oat. Now, with my beloved husband in tow, I’m here to R.E.A.P. its rewards.

“What the hell is R.E.A.P.?” you ask.

I will explain:

RRomance continues to exist in this alluring Capital of Love; even amid an influx of foreign refugees and political upheavals. Another series of stories, I will narrate another time.

EElegance in this sordid city of high culture is a trait Walter and I find irresistibly seductive.

AAuthenticity is historicity in this Center of Romance. And I am not referring to the faux reproduction of the Las Vegas ‘Paris’ in Nevada, United States of America.

PParis equals Sophistication, Originality, Wit, Romance, Elegance, and Authenticity. But last and by no means least, this French capital is where Perfection reigns supreme.

PARIS – Mon Paree!

Bernard Foong (aka Young)

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