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Newsletter Dated: 7/1/2003 12:04:44 PM
Subject: Patricia's July newsletter
Patricia’s Occasional Newsletter (distributed only by request)
from author Patricia Crossley, www.patriciacrossley.com Please stop by for a visit, read some of my excerpts and reviews & pick up some free downloads.
First, heartfelt good wishes to all those celebrating Canada Day on July 1 and Independence Day on July 4.
A couple of years ago I wrote a short story called ‛The Fireworks Display'which won in the Canada Day contest for ‛Storyteller' magazine. It's still available at Trebleheart books as a short download. http://www.trebleheartbooks.com/THBshorts.html It's not sensual or paranormal, but it's always held a special meaning for me at this time of year, so I thought I'd mention it.
I now have readers from all around the world, so we shouldn't forget many others who celebrate a national holiday. May freedom reign in all your countries.
Isn't amazing how fast the days go by! Here in Victoria we have very dry weather. We usually receive 45 mm of rain in June, and have only had a sprinkle of 3mm. The risk of forest fire is very high. Five hundred have broken out so far on the Island and Lower Mainland and the other day we watched across the Harbour as water bombers worked on a blaze in the Sooke hills. The slash left from logging is a major hazard during these conditions.
I know many of my readers (now nearly 700) live in areas where fire can devastate forests, homes and lives. We pray that you will all be safe wherever you are.
I am waiting for the edits of my book "Secret Services", contracted to Ellora's Cave for release later this year under the pen name Margrett Dawson. You can read my most recent interview (as Patricia Crossley) in July at The Romance Studio at www.theromancestudio.com Just give it a couple of days to go live.
In the newsletter this month:
meet some new authors: Patrice Michelle (erotic vampires) and Mark Francis (scifi and YA)
read an excerpt from Getting Personal by Diane Amos
news of a super sale
Africa is less than two months away!
We have just about finished packing all our computers ready for shipment to Africa. The British government lifted the ban on flights into Nairobi, so we can book our tickets. We have decided to go first to Kenya, which means a flight to Nairobi from London, then a hop on Kenya Airways to Kisumu, on Lake Victoria, followed by an hour's journey by road to Kakamega. After a few days there we will travel by road to Kampala in Uganda where we will teach for a month.
We are very excited about seeing friends again and about the projects we are undertaking.
A few days ago we received a note from a young girl who is a nurse's aide. Jacqueline came to us when we were working in Kenya, asking for help to go for an interview for a job. The pay was good, but the work was far from her hometown. We were able to help her and she was thrilled to get the job. She worked in a hospital, mainly with patients suffering from AIDS, and she said it was very hard work.
Then a few months later she returned home, despondent. The hospital administrator had absconded with all the funds which came from a charitable organization. Jacqueline had continued at her post but could no longer afford to live away from home without pay.
She asked if we knew where she could volunteer, because she refused to be idle. Another Canadian NGO, ACCES, has projects in public health and Jacqueline began to work with the Canadian volunteer nurse in surrounding villages. They checked for and treated childhood diseases, malnutrition, lice, jiggers in the feet and legs. Jacqueline was invaluable because she speaks English, Swahili and the local Luya language and she is an excellent nurse. She is happy because she is receiving some pay in a job she loves.
As I said, she wrote to us a few days ago and I know she will be waiting for us with a huge smile on her pretty face.
Apart from teaching and installing a computer lab, we hope to be able to give some micro loans to people who have the spirit and drive to start up a small business, lacking only the capital. Just $20 -$25 is sufficient to start someone off. Next month I'll tell you about Everlyne and her snack food business.
A super sale from Treble Heart Books and news of a writing contest:
Lee Emory, publisher, says "We have many titles that are being offered at 20% off of the retail price at checkout. On the home page http://www.trebleheartbooks.com, you will find a link that will take customers to a complete listing of what's being offered. They can click and check out the books they want from there. The sale goes from June 30 through July 31.
In addition, July 1 is the beginning of our next Best Book contest. Submissions can be made until September 30. Finalists will be announced in December and winners will be announced at the next EPIC conference in Oklahoma City in spring. Please encourage each other and especially unpublished friends to enter. Let the contest begin! Good luck to all of you who plan to enter. Links to rules and entry forms are found on the home page.
Meet PATRICIE MICHELLE, who writes about very sexy vampires:
Her book A TASTE FOR PASSION (vampire) was released in June 2003 in e formats from Ellora's Cave http://www.ellorascave.com
If you don't know already, Ellora's Cave books have very explicit sex scenes. They are romance novels in that usually the hero and heroine finish in a committed relationship, but they take some interesting paths to get there! The books are rated for over eighteen, so if they are not to your taste, just scroll on down for something more.
Here's the blurb for A TASTE FOR PASSION
Rana Sterling finally meets the man of her dreams and boy does he know how to push all the right buttons. Only, Mr. Tall, Dark and Too-Good-to-Be-True turns out to be just that-he's a real, live fang-wielding vampire!
Lucian Trevane has a duty to fulfill. He's expected to take the role of Vité, leader of all the vampires in three days. But he knows he won't take the position without his wife by his side. Now, after searching seventy years for his reincarnated fiancé, he finally finds his mate in Rana.
But he has a slight problem-Rana refuses to become his vampire wife. Add to the mixture: a vengeful vampire, a surprise twist, and the fact Rana and Lucian are running out of time and you've got the perfect recipe for A TASTE FOR PASSION.
Patrice's website for more about her books: http://users.adelphia.net/~pmichelle/
Also by Patrice: BAD IN BOOTS: HARM'S HUNGER - A cowboy willing to fulfill all your fantasies. Available Now on Ellora's Cave: www.ellorascave.com
MARK FRANCIS is the author of VALKYRIE'S FLIGHT published by Atlantic Bridge (www.atlanticbridge.net) "Valkyrie's Flight" is hard sci-fi time travel with a twist.
(eBook format only at the present time).
Marks' personal web page is http://home.att.net/~night-ops
Mark also has a YA novel "A KART FOR LINDY" recently published by Wings ePress.
"When high school freshman Lindy O'Brian sees a go-kart in action, she dreams of building her own machine. Only a few minor details stand in her way: she's broke, most of her friends think
she's nuts, and enemies she didn't even know EXISTED are out to get her.
(eBook and P.O.D. format at http://wings-press.com/)
I'd like to introduce you to writer DIANE AMOS ( www.dianeamos.com) who has sent us an excerpt from her latest book: GETTING PERSONAL
From a distance I spotted a sliver of light beneath the shade on my tenant's side of the duplex. If I wasn't careful, she'd see me and invite me in. My neighbor was nice enough. She paid her rent on time, and on occasion, lent me money and then canceled the debt. But some favors came with
Unfortunately, when I'd needed a comforting word and a shoulder to cry on, I'd spilled my guts to this woman. But this evening I wanted to spend a quiet night at home alone with my animals and my latest acquisition, Milton the Gecko, who slept in a J.C. Penney's box on my front seat.
I eased my '92 Ford Explorer into the driveway. I wrenched open the door, grabbed the box, yanked the key from the ignition, and ran. Had the engine simply died, I might have escaped unseen. Instead, the vehicle shimmied and rumbled loud enough to wake the deaf, the dead, and the one person I dreaded most, my tenant-my mother.
"Monique, I see you've been shopping. It's about time you spiffed up your wardrobe."
I suppressed a moan. "Hi, mom, what's up?"
My mother, Anne Marie St. Cyr, age 53, eternal flower child of the sixties, wore white bobby socks and a floral muumuu with strands of glass beads around her neck. Her long brown ponytail swung as she gestured wildly, genetic proof of her French heritage.
"Dear, come in and show me what you've bought."
I laughed nervously, quickly unlocked my door, and slipped Milton inside my half of the duplex.
When I entered my mother's kitchen, she waved me into her office. Her size five Birkenstocks thumped against the tile floor. "I've something very interesting to discuss with you."
I 'd seen that devious look too many times. "Why do I get the feeling I'm about to be skinned alive?"
She motioned me to sit in the spare chair by the computer. "Don't you trust your own mother?"
She chuckled under her breath. "I need your assistance with my new book."
"After that last time, you promised never to ask for my help again."
"This is different," she said, her tone defenseless. "I can't do the research by myself. Are you going to deny your poor old mother?"
"Don't use that damsel in distress stuff on me. You're the most capable person I know."
She shrugged and signed onto the Internet.
The modem hummed. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. My mother wrote erotic fiction under the penname, Busty Galore, a misnomer because unlike me her shoulder blades protruded more than her breasts. I loved her dearly, but she had a way of butting into my life. Plus, her 20/20 eyesight and keen ears were capable of seeing and hearing only what she wanted.
As she clicked onto the personals, apprehension sliced through me.
"Look at it this way, by helping me, you'll help yourself too." She checked the box in front of men looking for women, then continued down the column, ages 28-40, built athletic, average, or slightly overweight.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "The last time I got involved in one of your schemes I ended up knee deep in mudflats with bullets whizzing over my head."
"That clam digger sure got edgy when he thought you were staking claim to his territory." My mother laughed. "Anyway, everything turned out fine once I explained I was gathering information for a book I was writing. Besides, that was so long ago, I'm surprised you still remember."
"How can I forget! My boots were suctioned in muck. I ran barefoot, pursued by a wild-eyed man toting a sharp clam fork and shouting obscenities. I'm lucky I wasn't killed."
"You exaggerate," she said sweetly. "Besides, I thought he was kind of cute. And thanks to you, I got enough material to write my book, which I've already sold for a considerable sum, I might add. If you hadn't been so crabby, I bet he'd have asked you out."
"The man was a lunatic!"
"Once he calmed down, he seemed nice enough."
"I refuse to discuss this again." I smacked my lips shut.
My mother turned back to the computer.
I was twelve years old when my father died. My mother worked two jobs, often doing without so my brother, Thomas, and I could wear the right clothes and fit in with the other children at Saint Joseph's Parochial School. We owed her big time. Unlike me, my brother made himself scarce, which didn't matter because it was a Catholic daughter's duty to assist her "poor decrepit mother" -her words, not mine.
Ten years ago my mother sold her first book, and much to the family's surprise became an overnight success. Unfortunately, each time she coaxed me into helping her, something backfired.
I rolled my eyes. "I absolutely refuse to root around in dirt, scale buildings, or anything else that might do bodily harm."
"There'll be no bullets this time. No mud either. This is very safe, and you'll enjoy yourself." She eyed me warily. "You really need to go out more."
"Humph," I muttered, knowing I'd already lost this battle.
"If all goes well, our research will help me write a good book, and at the same time, solve your problem." A sweet smile stretched across her red lips.
"I don't have a problem."
"For Heaven's sake you're almost thirty years old and still single."
"I like my life just the way it is." My gut knotted. "I prefer to play the field."
"The only action on that dried up plot of land is an occasional male running in the wrong direction."
GETTING PERSONAL, May 2003, Five Star www.dianeamos.com"
The winner of the unframed Haida print in my June contest is PATSY MEEKER, while five people will receive a copy of a novel on disc :A Suitable Father (contemporary romance) They are: JUDY GARGUS; DIANE DUBAY; ROY HAMAURA; SHARON AMORE; SHARON SHEAROUSE
In July you can enter my contest to win a CD of the Victoria Symphony Splash (first prize) or a copy of a novel on disc. If you have a copy of A Suitable Father, I'll find another for you.
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