If it’s Friday, it must be France …
Author Emma Calin has brought along her trombone further down this page and if we could we would ask her to give a few blasts on it for this announcement!
There’s only one spot left on our first June 2014 tour to Provence! Come and enjoy moments like this! Desolée messieurs, it’s ladies only!
Click here to sign up at the Womens Travel Network website. We’re waiting for you! Don’t worry if you want your BFF to come too, a second tour has been scheduled for June 25 to July 5, 2014. Ooo-la-la!
And speaking of France, who better to visit today than Emma Calin who lives her life between the UK and France. Welcome/Bienvenue, Emma!
I’m Emma Calin – lovely to be here on Patricia’s blog. As a fellow francophile I greatly admire Patricia’s books and the way she evokes the people and the scenery of my beloved second-country.I like to blog about France and my frequent visits to a tiny town in the south west of France called St Savinien sur Charente. It is fascinating and a great privilege to be able to observe life in Europe from two different viewpoints. As a romance novel writer, I set Knockout! partly in France: in Paris (where else for lovers?), Troyes and Antibes.But for today’s post I am rooted firmly in my native Britain – at the bandstand in the park to “Blow my own trombone” for the launch of my new boxed-set the “Love in a Hopeless Place Collection”.
the part 3: jump forward to tomorrow 27th
July with Stephanie Keys.
For other tunes, e.g. The Muppets, Eidelweiss, go see the other posts
in my tour below.)
tales-with-a-twist. Initially available for e-books (Kindle, iPad,
Android, iPhone, Mac, PC etc on Amazon), the paperback will follow
and an audiobook is in production.
They stand alone in their own right but are linked by a common theme:
the universal quest for survival, love, passion and respect against
the gritty backdrop of working class life.
She was close and he could smell her—a trace of greasy hair and
woman sweat. It wasn’t unpleasant to enjoy her pale silent
strength, their shared dirtiness, the untidiness of their beating
Even the snow wasn’t real snow. At first it sparkled like
tinsel, giving the grubby old town that X-Factor moment of fame
before the gods laughed you off. Now grey slush soaked into Mike’s
cheap trainers as he walked from the job centre.
An end of scene
bag full of knock-off? Would he go home and tell her that he’d been
locked up as a scumbag thief? They’d
never catch him … 6’4”, nearly two years rolling tyres off a lorry
take more than the pale-looking kid in the security uniform.
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