Quantcast
Channel: Samantha Verant
Viewing all 167 articles
Browse latest View live

Happy Holidays from southwestern France

$
0
0
Happy Holidays from southwestern France!





“The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others’ burdens, easing others’ loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of the holidays.”      
 - W. C. Jones


Comments are disabled! It's time to celebrate with your family (both human and animal!!) and friends. 

See you in the New Year! 

Bisous!

Tradition...the French way.

$
0
0


Lean In... The Frog is cooking his famed lobster tails in a cognac sauce on x-mas eve.


The recipe is simple. Heat olive oil, a tablespoon of garlic, and shallots in a skillet. Add the tails. Pour half a cup of cognac. Light a match. Flambé! Place lid or a towel to extinguish the fire. Ooh-la-la. La-la. Add 3/4's cup of wine, a tablespoon of concentrated tomato, a can (or two) of crushed tomatoes, a pinch of salt (fleur de sel), pepper, and herbs de Provence, and yum! Simmer for 45 minutes. Serve with rice. Garnish with parsley. Or sage. Rosemary or Thyme.




Nom. Nom. Nom.

Sugar cookies are an American tradition...

especially when they are made from the heart, (Note the French and Italian flags...)

New Years was excellent! Spent with good friends...

Though, I'm still trying to embrace this whole "hugging" thing. Yes, I give awkward hugs. I'll get there one day. I will. * a resolution?




The Italian side of my family gets me. Give me cheese. Give me frogs.

Originating in Provence, the planting of grains de blé (wheat seeds) or lentilles (lentils) on December 4th on wet cotton balls is a tradition in the south of France.

Seeds that grow tall and strong by the 2nd of February are said to represent a good year ahead. I was a little late this year -- I planted my lentils on December 17th-- but my little seedlings are thriving. If you have some cotton balls or make-up pads and a bag of lentils, have a go at it! You have until February 2nd (another French tradition called Le Chandeleur, or all you can eat crepe day) to see what the New Year will bring! (Remember to lightly water your sprouts daily!) 


p.s. Note the new tiles! The Frog was tired of food splattered walls...

Still need to grout....


Finally, les galettes des rois! Here's the 411, brought to you by Wikipedia...

"Tradition holds that the cake is “to draw the kings” to the Epiphany. A figurine, la fève, which can represent anything from a car to a cartoon character, is hidden in the cake and the person who finds the trinket in their slice becomes king for the day and will have to offer the next cake. Originally, la fève was literally a broad bean (fève), but it was replaced in 1870 by a variety of figurines out of porcelain or—more recently—plastic. These figurines have become popular collectibles and can often be bought separately. Individual bakeries may offer a specialized line of fèves depicting diverse themes from great works of art to classic movie stars and popular cartoon characters. The cakes are usually sold in special bags, some of which can be used to heat the cake in a microwave without ruining the crispness of the cake. A paper crown is included with the cake to crown the "king" who finds the fève in their piece of cake. To ensure a random distribution of the cake shares, it is traditional for the youngest person to place themselves under the table and name the recipient of the share which is indicated by the person in charge of the service."

Yep, our fève was Minnie Mouse. Um, last time I checked she hasn't been sainted.


In other news, I went skiing. I'm now a blue-- not a green-- skier. Hooray?


Happy New Year!




Thoughts on a Thursday: Stalking (& Stina Lindenblatt)

$
0
0
This week (January 13-17) is the Tell Me When blog hop, which focuses on the issue of stalking. It was inspired by Stina Lindenblatt's upcoming new adult release by the same name. TELL ME WHEN is about a college freshman who struggles with the aftermath of being stalked and kidnapped during her senior year of high school.

Have you ever been a victim of stalking or know someone who has been? How vigilant are you in protecting yourself and your family? Have you even given stalking much thought?

 

These are the questions Stina Lindenblatt asked a few of her blogger and writer friends. In fact, if Stina hadn't asked her questions I wouldn't have realized that I, indeed, had been a victim of stalking. This is my story.


Six years ago, I was living in Chicago in an up and coming neighborhood called Ukranian Village, just south of the more developed Wicker Park. Like most dog owners have to, I had to take my dog, Ike, on a last outing every night. I felt safe in my neighborhood. And safe with a one-hundred-pound Labrador retriever-- even though his bark was way worse than his bite. (Ike wouldn't a hurt a fly.) One night, on my usual route, a man walked up to me. 

 

I didn't want to be judge the man on first appearances, but he had me on edge. He was big and tough and covered in tattoos. One tattoo wrapped around his neck up to his face.

 

"Is that your dog?" he asked.

 

"Uh, yes," I said, collecting my dog's "business" in a baggy.

 

"He looks cool. What's his name?"

 

"Ike," I said.

 

"Cool name," he replied and walked down the street.

 

I thought he seemed harmless enough. Until I saw him the next night. And the next night. And the night after. It was as if he knew my schedule and was waiting for me. The man's questions turned from neighborly to weird, more personal. "What's your name? Do you have a boyfriend?"

 

I shouldn't have replied, but I told him I was married.

 

It just got worse from there. "Does your husband make you happy?" he asked one night. I didn't respond, especially after he said, "I could."

 

He laughed. 

 

The next time I saw him heading in my driection I pretended not to see him. I turned around and walked quickly. He followed me, screaming. "I know you saw me, (insert explicative)! You think you're too good for me, you (explicative) (explicative)."

 

He threw in a few threats about what he'd like to do to me.  

 

I picked up my pace. I didn't want him to know where I lived, so instead of going to my apartment two doors away, I walked around the corner, directly into the small pet store I often frequented. I told the owner to lock the door. She did. We hid behind a display as I filled her in on what was going on. A few moments later "he" walked by and after trying to jiggle the door open, he slammed his fist on the window. We waited a few minutes until his shadow disappeared. Once we caught our breath, we called the cops. They showed up a few minutes later and I filed a police report. 

 

After I described the man, and explained within a one block radius where I thought he lived, I was told by the cops they knew exactly who the guy was. He was a local drug dealer...and suspected of raping two girls.

 

The cops told me change all of my habits, to avoid that particular street, etc. And so I did. I never saw the guy again. Rumor had it in the neighborhood, though, a local known criminal was arrested a few weeks later on rape charges.

 

Today, I still count my blessings. And I'm thrilled Stina is shedding light on this subject. Please check out Stina's post on STALKING PREVENTION.

 

ABOUT STINA'S BOOK

Tell Me When by Stina Lindenblatt

Tell-Me-When-cover
Amber Scott should be enjoying life as a college freshman. She should be pursuing her dream of becoming a veterinarian. She should be working hard to make sense of her precalculus math class.

She shouldn’t be waking up her college roommate with screaming nightmares. She shouldn’t be flashing back, reliving the three weeks of hell she barely survived last year. And she definitely shouldn’t be spending time with sexy player Marcus Reid.

But engineering student Marcus is the only one keeping Amber from failing her math course, so she grudgingly lets him into her life. She never expects the king of hookups will share his painful past. Or that she’ll tell him her secrets in return, opening up and trusting him in a way she thought she’d never be able to again.

When their fragile future together is threatened by a stalker Amber thought was locked away for good, Marcus is determined to protect her—and Amber is determined to protect Marcus…even if that means pushing him away.

Releases Jan. 20, 2014 from Carina Press (Harlequin) on all major book retailer sites.

Connect with Stina on her blog/web site

Or on twitter...StinaLL

AND, be sure to add TELL ME WHEN to your GoodReads!

Seven Questions with Janice MacLeod, author of Paris Letters

$
0
0


Today, I'm thrilled to feature fellow Sourcebooks author Janice MacLeod and her beautiful memoir, Paris Letters. A few months back, I was lucky enough to receive an advanced reader copy of Janice's book, having requested it from my editor. (Thanks, Anna!) Although our memoirs tell very different stories, Janice and I do share a few common themes. We both left southern California for France. We both worked in advertising in the past. And we were both on the search for a better life.

As I was reading Paris Letters, I kept thinking, "Wow! Wouldn't it be a coincidence if we knew some of the same people?" 

Here's where the crazy comes in. Janice and I connected on FaceBook and I noticed we shared two mutual friends. One of Janice's friends was my dad. Yes, my dad. Holy moly. Janice used to work for my dad! I totally flipped out! Janice flipped out. 

Really, it's such a small, small world...after all.

Needless to say, Janice and I became fast friends. Her book comes out today, people! Today! And I'm so happy to be able to pimp her out and (virtually) celebrate her release. Her memoir is AMAZING, INSPIRATIONAL, and FUN!

***throws confetti***



About Paris Letters:
Finding love and freedom in a pen, a paintbrush...
and Paris

How much money does it take to quit your job?

Exhausted and on the verge of burnout, Janice poses this questions to herself as she doodles on a notepad at her desk. Surprisingly, the answer isn't as daunting as she expected. With a little math and a lot of determination, Janice cuts back, saves up, and buys herself two years of freedom in Europe.

A few days into her stop in Paris, Janice meets Christophe, the cute butcher down the street—who doesn't speak English. Through a combination of sign language and franglais, they embark on a whirlwind Paris romance. She soon realizes that she can never return to the world of twelve-hour workdays and greasy corporate lingo. But her dwindling savings force her to find a way to fund her dreams again. So Janice turns to her three loves—words, art, and Christophe—to figure out a way to make her happily-ever-after in Paris last forever.
About Janice's Painted Letters
 
After 110 years of writing junk mail in advertising, Janice devised an exit strategy to finance her own sabbatical. Her Shawshank Redemption, if you will. When she met her financial goals, she skipped town and traveled with nothing more than her suitcase and a small set of watercolors. Along the way, she painted letters about her travels and mailed them to friends. Enamored with this unique medium, Janice opened an online shop. Each month she creates one painted letter, copies it, personalizes it and mails it to hundreds of subscribers who are hungry for fun mail.




Me thinks Janice is living the dream!


Without further ado, I've asked Janice seven questions about life, writing and l'amour.

1) Tell us a little about your publishing journey. How did you get from point a (the desire to tell your story) to point b (becoming a published author)?
This is my third book. For the first books two I didn’t have an agent, but this time around the story was big and I knew I’d need an agent to help me navigate where I wanted it to go. To land an agent, I wanted a killer book proposal. I worked on it in hotel rooms while traveling throughout Eastern Europe with Christophe. He would sleep in, I would write. It was marvelous. I also searched for agents who specialized in my genre: memoir. By the time I found the agent I wanted, my book proposal was complete and I had something to show her. She helped me refine my proposal further. When it was complete, she shared it with appropriate publishers. After some back and forth negotiating, we went with Sourcebooks.
A nice guide to help you in your book proposal process is Your Big Beautiful Book Plan, created by Linda Sivertsen and Danielle LaPorte). 

2) Before you met Christophe, did you believe in love at first sight?
Yes I believed in it but I was starting to think it wasn’t going to happen to me. I gave up on love when I was living in California. I figured if I wasn’t going to find love, I might as well travel so I started getting my wardrobe down to one suitcase. And, well, two days into my first city (Paris), I locked eyes with Christophe. We spent two weeks staring and smiling before our first conversation in awkward franglais.
3) What is your favorite thing about living in Paris? What are your biggest frustrations?
My favorite thing about living in Paris is the architecture. This old city has layers and layers of wonderful carvings and buildings, intricate alleys and grand ballrooms, old art and new graffiti. The whole city is eye candy.
My biggest frustration is the crime and the paperwork. Pickpockets are everywhere so you need to have your wits about you, and the administration is inefficient, so you need to have your wits about you but in a different way. It takes a lot of paperwork to be given the opportunity to live in France. 
4) You used to be a vegan. And then you married a butcher. Have you embraced the world of carnivores? Do you have any frightening food stories?
Yes, I’m back to being a carnivore and I must admit I love it. I’ve forgone veganism totally because the cheese here is so good, though half my meals are still vegetarian. I wish veganism worked for my body but I feel healthier as a carnivore.
My most frightening story was my first dinner with Christophe. He took me to restaurant and our meal came with shrimp that still had the eyes, tentacles and claws. I was horrified. I had ordered it not realizing what I was ordering. He had the same so I watched him pick his apart and I mimicked with mine. I ate it. It was okay. But that was the last time. Tentacles? Non merci. 
5) As a former copywriter from the ad world, when did you learn you had a talent for art/painting? Is there anything you miss from the corporate jungle?

Since I was inundated with the words as a copywriter, I was looking for something artistic to do that didn’t include words at all. Painting was a hobby that calmed my brain. I still don’t know if I have a talent for it. I see kids at the Sorbonne sketching on the street and I think I’ll never be able to do what they can do. But hey, practice and time. That’s the big secret to talent… and in their case, good grades.

I miss nothing from the corporate jungle, except maybe your dad. He’s a nice guy.

6) If there was one lesson or thought you’d like readers to leave Paris Letters with, what is it?

So many lessons! But most of them can be found in the book. If I had to pick one lesson, I’d have to pick three.
1.     Live beneath your means.
2.     If you don’t have it, you don’t need it.
3.     Write to learn what you know.

7) What’s next for Janice?

For now, exploring and discovering more about this beautiful Parisian life. I’m honeymooning with the city, with my painted letter mail subscription and with the lovely Christophe. But is Paris the final destination? I’m not sure, so I’ll keep my life down to one suitcase for now.  


Well said, Janice. Well said!



To celebrate the release of Paris Letters,
Janice is hosting a contest you really don't want to miss...





Seriously, how cool is that?


Go! Enter now!

But, before you go, don't forget to...



GET YOUR OWN COPY OF PARIS LETTERS



AND CONNECT WITH JANICE

 
 


Thanks, all! Bisous from the south of France.

Happy Valentine's Day (and a Letter)

$
0
0



My Love,
Your first look this morning will turn to this message, and in my words you will see all the love that I carry for you. When we met, you were just a teenager and I was a young man, but a page of love was already writing itself— one page in a history book, our history with a capital H. This book was then closed as quickly as it was opened. Then one day in May 2009, twenty years later, the book was opened and the blank pages were filled with words of love... again and again.
This is what I did, what we did, every minute, every hour of every day since the month of May. I've got your heart in my hand and I will protect it as a priceless treasure. My words are never wasted when they speak or sing of My Love for You. The book is open today ... Love ... on this first Valentine's Day that we share for the first time. My heart beats for you as it never has previously beaten. I am faithful to your soul and your body. I am faithful to our oath. I'm faithful to my commitment. I am a man so in love, with you my princess, my beauty, my belle. I love you.  
Happy Valentine’s Day. 
(Excerpt from Seven Letters From Paris, Written by Jean-Luc, Valentine's Day, 2010).


Jean-Luc doesn't write me love letters anymore, but doesn't need to. For us, every day is a celebration of LOVE, as I hope it is for you and yours too.



I Neknominate YOU to share this

$
0
0

There is a sick and twisted phenomena floating around the Internet. It's called Neknomination,  originating in Australia, and now spreading through Europe and the UK. Guess what, peeps. The US is next. Be prepared.

So, what the hell is Neknomination?

Urban dictionary defines "neknominate" as "the mating ritual of Aussie Bogans, who in order to demonstrate their penis length/girth and demonstrate their readiness and desire to mate with other Bogans, must chug a full beer on video, and then nominate another Bogan to do the same. Most commonly practiced before a night taking the Commo out to Chapel Street, downing a slab at Bazza's place, or hitting the drags at Dandy."

It started with chugging beer. Since then, it's become an online drinking game, where an idiot films themselves drinking, and then challenges another person to top them by drinking more. By more, I mean glasses of grain alcohol or tequila or vodka -- one after the other.

Five victims of this "cool" game have already been claimed in the UK. And, just yesterday, The Daily Mail reported anybody who 'neknominates' somebody could face manslaughter charges.

I'm a pretty cool step-mom. My kids talk to me and I won't betray their trust by outing their secrets to their Dad. Hey, I did a lot of stupid shit when I was young. I know. I remember. I did 'telephone calls' with a tap from a keg. I'm not a hypocrite. But when my daughter tells shows me the below video, thinking I'll laugh, cool mom vanishes and super-parent mode kicks in.

Watch this. If you laugh, your moral compass needs a serious tweaking.


This HILARIOUS video came with a disclaimer: NO REAL Drugs or Alcohol were actually consumed!! This video is for entertainment purposes ONLY!


Okay, kids, entertain these thoughts.

1)  People have died from drinking like that— not a joke, and certainly not entertainment, even in a parody with America's most 'beloved' clown. (God, I hate clowns).

2)  The Internet is freaking forever. You want a job? Great. I'll just do a Google search. When I find your neknominate video, you're out of the running. I'm going to choose the smart kid, the one who didn't make a video of himself chugging two pints of tequila and then throwing up the worm.

3) Experimenting is fine. Succumbing to peer pressure is not. Because guess what? You could DIE.

4) Or you may face manslaughter charges because of your stupidity.

5) And what about rape? Yes, rape. When José Cuervo has rendered you incoherent and immobile, anything can happen.


As a parent, I'm pissed. I'm worried. And rightfully so.

As a parent, I want to my kids to come to their own decisions. I know if I say 'don't do that,' chances are they will.  What I do is open up the lines of communication. We can agree to disagree, but, damn straight, I'll present the facts.

And I neknominate you to share this.

Seven Questions with Jennifer Barclay, author of Falling in Honey

$
0
0
I usually post my seven-question interview of Wednesdays, but today is really special. My very own agent's memoir, Falling In Honey, will be released tomorrow, March 4th, in the US!

RAISE A VIRTUAL GLASS AND TOAST THE AMAZING JENNIFER BARCLAY!


I first discovered Jennifer while researching the types of memoirs my now publisher, Sourcebooks, was acquiring before I sent my pitch off. Eventually, Jennifer and I connected on Twitter. And then we started exchanging emails. One thing led to another and Jennifer agreed to represent little ol' me.

I WAS THRILLED!

Which brings me back to Jennifer's memoir. 

I read the UK edition of Falling in Honeythis past November. A true armchair escape, I found myself discovering the small island of Tilos right along with Jennifer, and pondering how life's simpler pleasures — like taking the time to stop and smell the honey and savoring every moment – can change your entire perspective towards life. Jennifer weaves a wonderful tale, introducing us to the Greek culture while searching for her inner happiness and mending a broken heart. But, in the end, Jennifer's love affair isn't with a man; it's with an island, and, more importantly, herself.

Falling in Honey is written from the heart– one of those feel good reads that transports you. Today, I'm thrilled to introduce you to both Jennifer and her beautiful story.



About Falling in Honey: 
How a Tiny Greek Island Stole My Heart
by Jennifer Barclay

"I came here looking for some kind of happiness. I think it might be the cleverest thing I have ever done."




One heartbroken winter, Jennifer decides to act on her dream of moving to a tiny Greek island – because life is too short not to reach out for what makes us happy.

 Funny, romantic and full of surprising twists, Falling in Honey is a story about relationships, tzatziki, adventures, swimming, Greek dancing, starfish… and a bumpy but beautiful journey into Mediterranean sunshine.

'Barclay's beautiful memoir recalls both Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love and the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding...' - Booklist




I've asked Jennifer seven questions about life and l'amour.


1) In Falling in Honey, instead of falling in love with another man after a traumatic break-up, you leave your life in London and find solace on the small Greek island of Tilos. What was it about this island and/or the Greek culture that awakened your inner happiness?

Thank you, Sam!

There’s something about the dramatic intensity of the landscape here that speaks to me; I love it when it feels empty, abundant, wild, untamed, untamable… I grew up in a village in the north of England surrounded by rugged hills and wild open spaces, and we also spent part of every year in the Scottish Highlands; Tilos feels like all that combined with all the sunny, warm Greek island holidays I had with my family when I was a child. When I went to Greece to teach English after finishing university, I found life a constant adventure, an escape from the grey, the dull and the difficult. Here I often walk through lush countryside bursting with wild flowers, dive off a beach of pink sand into clear, deep blue sea where I can watch the fish, then dry off in the sunshine…That seemed, to a person disappointed by love, a more reliable route to happiness.


2) As an expat living on a tiny island, what are some of the frustrations you’ve faced? Do you ever get island fever?

I’ve been pretty lucky actually in that respect. The difficulties – which I felt most acutely in my first winter – were mostly of my own making, for example committing to an English class for some island kids on Fridays, without thinking that Friday was the only day I could take the boat off the island. Since that first year I’ve learned a few things about life on a tiny island; e.g. at the first sign of a storm, unplug all cables – rain here means lightning that can burn a modem in seconds – and where are you going to get a new one?!

The main hilarious frustration at the moment is that we haven’t had a functioning ATM machine on the island for over two months – and you can’t pay for anything with a card. Last week I managed to get some cash thanks to a friend, so a gang of us went out for dinner, and enjoyed it all the more because we’d waited so long. The village shop yesterday didn’t have any fresh vegetables because the supplier forgot to put them on the boat. But when I went to pay my rent, my landlord gave me potatoes he’d just dug up, and fresh mandarin oranges that smell amazing, and I have a lemon tree in my courtyard for fresh lemons…

Every now and then I feel the need to be in a big buzzing city, so I go to Athens or London, have a blast and spend loads of time with family and friends, and then look forward to getting back to Tilos.

3) Moving to a foreign country by yourself is an extremely brave undertaking. Would you consider yourself to be an adventuress?

I like to think I’m a little bit adventurous, but coming to live here was simply something that I knew I wanted to do, a dream that had been with me for a long time, which I finally felt in a position to put into action. I’ve lived in several countries and I think I’ve taken good things from everywhere I’ve stayed for any length of time. I already spoke some Greek when I moved here, and had my own work. There are people who’ve moved here without a source of income, or easy way of going back or moving on – that’s brave!

4) How has your life become more simplified? More complicated?

Life has become simpler because I know what makes me happy – writing, editing books from home, walking my dog, swimming in the sea, reading, eating good food, spending time with friends. Some people think that because life is simpler, it’s slower; but in fact I’m mostly pretty busy. For the last couple of summers I was helping in a busy kantina on the beach in the mornings, doing my own work in the afternoons, walking the dog in the evenings, and there was often a dinner out or a festival at night with traditional dancing til late… In the winter here you have to cook for yourself more, bake your own bread and cakes, which is time-consuming but fulfilling. But I do take the time to appreciate my surroundings – sometimes I’ll just stand and watch the stars or the moon.

5) If there was one lesson or thought you’d like readers to leave Falling in Honey with, what is it?

Life is too short not to reach out for what makes you happy. A friend of mine died last year in an accident, and once again it reminded me to do what you love every day.

6) How did you come up with the title? What does falling in honey mean?

In my book, there’s a Greek friend who uses the phrase to mean falling in love. Isn’t that a wonderful image? Coming to a sticky end… but what a way to go! Drowning in sweetness… Tilos is famous for its honey and I found my new life here very sweet, living next door to a honey factory.

7) What’s next for Jennifer? Have you fallen in honey?

This little island still makes me happy and feels like home. Although it’s small (about 14 km by 5 km), its shape is complex with lots of hills and coves, and there are still walks I haven’t done, beaches I want to go back to when I’m not so busy with work; our permanent population is only 500 people but there are still people I don’t know or would like to spend more time getting to know. As readers of my blog know, I’m continually amazed by how much there is to explore here; so much more to write about. I also want to explore other Greek islands – there are hundreds I’d like to see or re-visit. Coming to live here was one of my better ideas…

Thank you, Jennifer, for taking the time to answer my questions. I'm once again inspired to pack up my bags and head to Tilos-- what a way to go!


Buy Falling in Honey or Add it to Your Goodreads

Amazon (US edition, available March 4th, 2014)

Book Depository

Add Falling in Honey to your Goodreads


Connect with Jennifer

Goodreads

Jenifer's Personal Blog

Jennifer's Work Blog (Agenting/Editing)

Twitter @JenBarclayBooks

Thoughts on a Tuesday: Live a BIG and BEAUTIFUL life

$
0
0


We’re all human. We’re all afraid of rejection, of failure, or of having our hearts broken. Some of us are even scared of (insert your greatest fear here). The problem with fear, though, is it handcuffs us to iron chairs, keeping us from fulfilling our dreams, discovering new things, opening up our hearts, and living the lives we are truly capable of living.

It’s time to kick fear to the curb.

Six years ago I made the conscious decision to stop living a small life. In order to get over my fears, I knew I had to face them head on-- like a bull charging through the streets of Pamplona. At first, it was terrifying. Because how does a frightened mouse become a ferocious bull?

The answer is quite simple: one mouse step at a time.

Through a whole lot of soul searching, I pinpointed the issues holding me back from living a big life.  In my case, I was petrified of opening up my heart because I had ‘abandonment issues,’ due to the fact my biological father deserted my mom and me when I was six months old.  Now, just replace my issue with yours. It could be you’re feeling insecure because you’re heavier than you’d like to be, or because you weren’t popular in high school, or because (insert your own self-doubt here).

But here’s the thing. We can’t control the world from spinning or control what other people think, feel, or do. The only thing we can control is the way we feel about ourselves. We are ALL human. And we are ALL worthy of LOVE. Some people will ‘get’ and embrace the lovable you. And other people won’t.

Once I realized that, I asked myself what I was so afraid of? Was I the kind of woman who wanted to live a life filled with regret because I was afraid to take risks? To me, a failure is somebody who doesn’t follow their dreams, who doesn’t take every chance they get to live and to love big.

And that’s when I kicked fear in the ass and I became fearless. Oh, believe me, my life changed for the better and I’m doing things I’d never thought I’d be able to do. Seriously, hook my ankles to a bungee cord. At first, I’d tremor with fear, but then I’d jump. (Fear can be a motivator if used correctly...)

Just call me Sammy the Bull. 

When I opened up my heart, I rolled with the crazy, no longer fearful of rejection. I also promised myself I would dare to live and to love big. It's amazing what happens when fear leaves your system.

To my writer friends: get out there! Send those finely tuned queries out! Or email a famous author asking her to blurb your book! If you need to rewrite your passion project...just do it.  Don’t let rejection get you down. To my friends looking for love: open up your heart. You just may be surprised to where it leads you. To anybody who is letting fear stand in their way of achieving their dreams...become a bull and face your fears. Head-on, baby. (Fine. You’ll have nerve wracked, heart palpitating moments... but as they say- no risk; no reward!)

We all live. We all learn. And we all (as far as I know) only have one life. So get out there and live a big and beautiful and passion-filled life. Lose the naysayers. Believe in yourself.

"Live! Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death"- Auntie Mame.

Never let fear hold you captive.

If it isn't too personal, I'd love to know: what's holding you back?




Seven Letters from Paris- Cover Reveal and ARC tour!

$
0
0


Well, here it is. The cover for the US edition of SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS! And it's beautiful, gorgeous, and OH MY GAHHHHH! The hummingbird holds a special place in my heart and is symbolic in the story. Oh my stars! I'm doing the happy dance. (But not to Pharrel Williams. They seriously play that song way too much in France).

At the end of May, I will receive 5 advance copies of SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS. I'm planning on an ARC (advanced reader copy) tour for three of them. You'd read my memoir (w/in a week)...and then send it on to the next person on a list I would provide. The catch? All I want is an honest Amazon/Goodreads review on October 1, when the book is released to the public. Apparently having at least 20 reviews on the pub date helps. Space is limited! Five spots have been filled up. Twenty-five are left. (Two tours are slotted for the US-twenty readers- and one for the UK/Europe- ten readers). To my friends in OZ- I hope to do a tour too with the Aussie edition. I'm not leaving you out! Okay, so. What's my memoir about? And why do you want to read it? Glad you asked...



As Heidi Klum would say: are you in or are you out? Sign up for the ARC tour using the form below! (Don't worry your deets will be kept private and I'll email you to coordinate dates. The tour will take place from June until late September. I know some of you have summer vacations planned!)



Please help me spread the word! Use the social links buttons (Twitter, G+, and Facebook) in the comment form. And don't forget to add SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS to your Goodreads! (This makes me so happy I may just dance to 'Happy'). Thank you so much! I can't believe I'll have a real book in my hands soon. This has been one looooooong journey!

May Day! May Day! The First of May- A Holiday in France (with pictures!)

$
0
0

The First of May is a holiday in France, known as La Fête du Travail (National Labor Day) or La Fête du Muguet (Lily of the Valley Day). Oddly, the whole 'labor day' movement in France began in Chicago (where I consider my 'roots') in 1886, when the American Unions campaigned for 8-hour work days. In 1889, France chose May 1st as their 'labor day,' to commemorate the Chicago events.

But The First of May is not all about work and no play. There's some romance, baby!

Since the early 1900s, it's been a tradition for men to offer sprigs of lily-of-the- valley (muguet in Français, and pronounced mew-gay) to their sweethearts. Today, it isn't uncommon to offer flowers to close friends, family members, or neighbors. (I lucked out! I received two bouquets today- one from my husband, who ran out this morning when I was showering, and one from neighbors).

Every year, my little town south of Toulouse hosts a grand marché. Believe me, there is something for everyone-- blocks and blocks of stalls, selling everything from cheeses to clothes and soaps to saucissons. Later this evening, a New Orleans style jazz band will play center stage. There will be wine and dancing and revelry. Am I going back? You betcha'!

Until then, enjoy these photos...


Say cheese!
This little piggy went to the market...
Sail away!
But not too far!
Beautiful craftsmanship and details, but tiny boats (not fit for humans!)
My husband's idea of heaven: different varieties of saucissons- fig, pepper, nuts...




Lots of people out and about.

You'll need a basket to carry your breads and cheeses...

For the little ones...

Let's go fish...uh, ducks!

I LOVE all the wonderful soaps.

Happy First of May!
Please accept some 'virtual muguet'
and a Gros Bisous from Toulouse!

xox

Samantha

L’amour! Encore l’amour! Toujours l’amour!

$
0
0


We met at a café in Paris the summer of '89.
I was nineteen. He was twenty-six.

After a 24-hour whirlwind romance,
I left him standing on a train platform at
Gare de Lyon on July 24th, 1989.

He wrote me seven love letters in an attempt to
keep the spark between us lit.

But I never wrote him back...until twenty years later.






We rekindled our unfinished romance in August of 2009...


..and discovered there was only one path for us.

We married in a civil ceremony in France
on May 7th, 2010.

But why marry the love of your life once...
when you can marry him twice?

On July 24th, 2010 we tied the knot again,
celebrating our union with our
family and friends at my parent's home in California.



Jean-Luc is-- and will always be -- my prince charmant 
(even when he teases me).

And I'm his American princess-- most of the time.

Today is our 4th wedding anniversary.

We've had our ups and our downs, our highs and lows.

It's called life.

Open communication and love (glorious love)
have glued us (a rocket scientist and a writer) together.


Happy Anniversary, mon coeur.

Sometimes love really does give you a second chance.


Je t'aime très fort. Je t'aime.


(comments are disabled...)


Tuesday Travels: Le Prieuré de Marcevol

$
0
0
This past Sunday, five good friends (two Americans, une Française, and two Canadians) drove a little over two hours to find some sun and do a little hiking. Le Prieuré de Marcevol was a recommended randonée (hike) in one of the local magazines, so we loaded up the car with backpacks filled with water and a gourmet picnic lunch...and the adventure began. Soon, rolling hills replaced the flat urban sprawl of Toulouse, the buildings replaced with forests and mountains. This is seriously one of the bonuses of living in France-- within two hours the landscape changes quite dramatically. We girls were getting back to nature!

Two Americans, Une Française, and Two Canadians getting out of the city.

We've arrived!

Let the hiking begin-- 1 hour and twenty minutes (mostly uphill) to Marcevol.

The red stripe means were headed in the right direction! So far, so good!

A walk in nature with a view.
After trailing it, we made it to our destination: Le Prieuré de Marcevol.

We took in the views and had a nice picnic lunch.

Our neigh-bors!


A door! Let's explore!


The Prieuré de Marcevol dates back to the 17th century.

One of the paintings on the walls that hasn't been completely destroyed.


Throw in a beautiful village to explore.

And life is good!

Great hike, great lunch, great discoveries, and great friends.


It took us forty five-minutes to hike down the trail (so much easier), even though it began to drizzle out. But what's a little water? In fact, it felt great. After the two hour drive back to Toulouse, we closed the day off with a last minute BBQ chez moi. Thankfully, the frog is always happy to entertain. And I, for one, went to bed that night feeling tired and content.

Tuesday Travels: Diving in Le Cap d'Agde

$
0
0
My frog grew up in La Ciotat, right on the Mediterranean Sea, and the neighbor to the better-known village of Cassis. The frog loves the water– so much in fact, he has been diving in unchartered waters for well over twenty years. He is a moniteur fédéral-- basically a pro diver. He’s also my dive instructor. Could be a big mistake. Could be a way to tighten the link between us. Put it this way: a little positive reinforcement goes a long way, or you better tell me what I'm doing right before you launch into a diatribe of what I'm doing wrong.

THAT, my dear frog, is a hint. I know you read my blog. And I love you.

In any relationship, it’s important to embrace your partner’s passions. You’re able to share experiences together, to live for the moment, to take adventures together. Admittedly, I was a reluctant diver at first. I suffered panic attacks to the point where my bottle of air was depleted in twenty minutes. But slowly, and surely, fear left my system.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Last year, I received my niveau 1, or open water diving license, which means I can dive with a moniteur for twenty meters (sixty feet).

This year, I’m working on obtaining my PE-40- diving 40 meters (120 feet), and this past weekend, we had an outing with the frog’s diving club to train. The water? 15 or 16 degrees (60 F). Cold as ice, but not too bad when you’re wearing a surf-shorty under your 6mm wetsuit, gloves, and booties.

The crazy little things we do for love.



It all looks tranquil enough at the dock.




Suit up.

I'm smiling. But I'm not. But I am. Oh, I don't know.
I'm just rolling with the tides.

Here we go. Yay?

I DO love diving. Well, now. But this weekend had me questioning my decision to continue with the sport. I also questioned my sanity. 'Cause  I be cray-cray.  Four days. Eight dives. Cold water. Choppy sea. And nearly ZERO visibility.

Day One:

Dive one: 10-meter dive (31 feet for 30 minutes). One-meter (three feet) of visibility.  It was okay. But where the hell are the pretty fishies? We performed a few “tasks”- taking our masks off, putting them back on, pretending we had run out of air (sharing the spare regulator), and using our parachutes to signal our climb.

Dive two: 9.5-meter dive (twenty-four minutes). No visibility. Maybe five inches at best? Did you see the fish? Maybe it was a squirrel? A squirrel of the sea?

Day Two:

Dive one: 21-meter dive (63 feet for 20 minutes). One foot of visibility. We descended by the anchor, where Jean-Luc attached a string. The other diver and I followed the string, otherwise known as le fil d’ariane. Saw a couple of fish--when they were five inches from my face. Why, hello.

Dive two: 11-meter dive (33-feet, 25 minutes). Better visibility. I saw two crabs. Humping. I didn't interrupt them.

Day Three:

Dive one: 10-meter dive (30-feet, 28 minutes). Tried a nitrox bottle. (34% oxygen/66% air) Saw a brown fish. Blah!

This next dive sucked. Big time. It’s also the reason I’m referring to Jean-Luc as “the frog” (again) in this post. Like, dude, where’s the romance? Are you trying to get rid of me?

Dive two: 8-meter dive (5 minutes). No visibility. ZERO. It was so bad the frog lost me and the other diver. I saw his flippers disappear into darkness. I waited for him to return. Alone. In a sand storm. I panicked at first, yes. Then I got mad, muttering every curse word under the sun, hard to do with a regulator in your mouth. I counted for ten seconds, as instructed. I paddled a couple of feet. Still nothing. Then, I said, “What the hell am I doing? I want out! Like now.” My inside voice said, "I'm going to kill the frog. And it will be a painful death." Slowly, I finned my way to the surface (alone) and made my way back to the boat. Don’t worry. I was trained for this kind of situation.

Jean-Luc popped to the surface a couple of minutes later, the other lost diver following suit.

"Want to come back in?" asked Jean-Luc.

Uh. Hell no. Was he crazy? Not my idea of a good time. And I didn't want to lose whatever passion I had left for the sport.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" I said.

 Day Four made up for everything...

Day Four:

Dive one: 23-meter dive (21 minutes). No visibility at first. ZERO. I grabbed onto the handle of Jean-Luc’s air bottle so I wouldn’t lose him. Again. The other diver held onto the spare regulator. We were like little fish, hanging onto the frog. For five minutes, we saw nothing but blurry shapes and blackness. Then, all of a sudden, the sea opened up. Woo-hoo! We had at least four meters (12 feet) of visibility and the creatures of the sea performed a little show. IT WAS FANTASTIC! The coral was purple. Tiny, spiny lobster peeked out from rocks. Beautiful Angel fish! Black fish with Flamenco- style dress tails! Bring it on!
 

Dive two: 10-meters dive (40 minutes). Simply awesome. Octopuses inking. Jellyfish a blinking. And beautiful Mediterranean fish galore. (Some ugly ones, too, but who am I to pass judgment...)

Unfortunately, due to the mostly nasty dive conditions, I wasn’t able to obtain my PE-40, as we needed to dive at least 35-feet. But there’s always next time. Watch out Spain! Here I come. I’ll be in your waters at the end of June. Damn straight. I'm doing it again. As the frog put it, "If you can handle adverse conditions, just think how easy and enjoyable it will be with the good."

My inner chant goes somewhat like this: Maldives! Australia! Thailand! Bora Bora! Seychelles! And so on...

I want to dive with dolphins, swim with turtles and manta rays and whales, while discovering the this magnificent under water world of ours...in crystal clear waters. Yep. One day I hope to check these dreams off my bucket list. Until then, though, I'm still in training.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Lunch on the beach. Yep. Very beautiful...and soothing for frazzled nerves.


An apéro!

We stayed at a "camping site" called Mer et Soleil, where you can rent 'bungalows'
or a patch of land to pitch your tent or park your camping car. Sure, it's a mobile home.
Off season, our little two bedroom was 60 euro/night. In season? Triple the cost.

The fully equipped kitchen (save for an oven) helps the budget!


Mer et Soleil is a five-star camping resort, complete with a pool...

and nightly entertainment.

Yeah. Quite interesting. Let's scare the kids? Nah, the kids loved this guy. Girl? Whatever. 







All in all, it was an excellent long weekend. The bad conditions just prepared me to be a better diver.

I feel a song coming on.

"At first I was afraid...I was petrified...Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side..."


But I SURVIVED! I survived. Hey, hey!

And, damn it, if I'm not proud of myself.



Wednesday is All Write: Win a $100 Victoria's Secret Gift Card + Goodies from France

$
0
0
Or, in other words, get your romance on!

To celebrate the upcoming release of my memoir, SevenLettersfromParis (Sourcebooks in the US/Random House Australia), I'm offering a chance to win a $100 Victoria's Secret gift card and a yet to be determined basket of specialty goods from France. 
Of course, no purchase is required to enter the contest...

but, then again, pre-orders are very important for a debut author like me.  Brian McClellan explained it best; here are the key points as illustrated in his article:
"Why are pre-orders important? The most obvious reason would be bestseller lists. Pre-orders count toward first week sales that often determine whether a book winds up on a bestselling list, a possibility that can be huge for any author.
A large number of pre-orders can cause a vendor (Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books-a-Million) to go back to the publisher and ask for another order of books.
It's a snowball effect. The book hasn't hit shelves yet and it's already gotten both booksellers and publishers excited for it. All of these facets spin together to make pre-orders a huge part of the business. They're good for bookstores, publishers, and most especially for the authors whose living depends on their books selling well.
If you have an author whose book you're planning on buying and you can afford to put the money down ahead of time, please pre-order their book."
Yes with a capital Y! I'm trying to build up some pre-pub excitement! SevenLettersfromParis will be released into the wild on October 7th, 2014 (lucky number 7!), also the day the contest will end.
Again, no purchase is required to win...but if you're so inclined, you can pre-order SevenLettersfromParis here:
(and everywhere else books are sold!)

 TO ENTER THE CONTEST:

Here's the advance praise for Seven Letters from Paris so far: 
***Please note some quotes will be shorter in the final book.
“A charming story, and a delightful tribute to the power of a good old-fashioned love letter.” --Peter Mayle, bestselling author of A Year in Provence
“Seven Letters from Paris is a real-life fairytale. You’ll be rooting for this bubbly American heroine and her prince charmant.” --Elizabeth Bard, author of Lunch in Paris: A Love Story
“Seven Letters from Paris is a celebration of l’amour across cultures and across decades…Samantha Vérant embraces France, and her French love, with an all-American enthusiasm that is nothing if not infectious.” –Hilary Reyl, author of Lessons in French
“You’ll tear up reading this inspiring love story… Seven Letters from Paris is sweet, touching, and real.” --Kristin Espinasse, author of Words in a French Life: Lessons in Love and Language from the South of France
"A true story of long-lost passion found, but also a cautionary tale on the importance of small gestures and romance in everyday life." --Jennifer L. Scott, author of Lessons from Madame Chic
"A sweet and comical modern love story of one woman's wonderful happily-ever-after." -- Wendy Lawless, author of the NY Times bestseller Chanel Bonfire
“Seven Letters from Paris is a glorious, life-affirming testament to the power of love to change everything.” –Jo Maeder, author of Opposites Attack and When I Married My Mother
"In a world where love letters and romantic overtures have all but disappeared, it is reassuring to know that feelings committed to a page still have the power to bring two people together. Samantha and Jean-Luc were clearly destined to be reunited and their story is an inspiration for anyone still searching for a soul mate." -- Patricia Gucci, author of In the Name of Gucci
"One of the sweetest love stories that’s ever been told." -- Torre DeRoche, author of Love with a Chance of Drowning
“Enchanting. A captivating real-life fairytale romance that will have you reading slowly so you can savor every delicious word. Castles included!” --Janice MacLeod, author of Paris Letters
"Seven Letter From Paris is the story of a sexy, passionate, whirlwind romance twenty years in the making...and worth the wait. Sam shows us all the power of second chances and following your heart." --Teresa Rhyne, author of the NY Times #1 Bestseller The Dog Lived (And So Will I)
“Wonderfully engaging and endearingly honest.” --Samantha Brick, author of Head Over Heels in France: Falling in Love in the Lot
"Inspirational and heartfelt, this book illustrates that it's never too late to change directions in life. Verant's story reveals how having the courage to follow your heart and a take a big leap when you're feeling stuck can put you on the path that you're truly meant to follow." --Holly C. Corbett, national magazine editor and co-author of The Lost Girls: Three Friends. Four Continents. One Unconventional Detour Around the World.
"Not since Dangerous Liaisons has French letter writing been this exciting." -- Helena Frith Powell, author of Two Lipsticks and a Lover
"Seven Letters from Paris renewed my belief in the power of true love and made me believe that miracles can happen!" --Jamie Cat Callan, bestselling author of French Women Don't Sleep Alone
Watch the Book Trailer for Seven Letters from Paris
Please help me spread the word about the contest. Tweet it, blog it, email it! Good karma will come your way! I'm just a girl standing in front of the world with a book that took five years in the making.

It's getting exciting! I'm delighted to share this journey you! Thank you all for your love and support.


Bisous from Toulouse,

Samantha
xox

Mastering the art of French Cooking...for a French Family

$
0
0
Here we go! My first VLOG... followed by a recipe. We'll see if this crazy idea continues...



Now, grab your wooden spoons. Here's a recipe for perfect rosemary potatoes...



Ingredients: Potatoes, sliced and diced. Olive oil. Fleur de del (salt). And fresh or dried Rosemary.

Cook on low/medium heat  for a half an hour, tossing occasionally.

The end result should look like this (crunchy and golden on the outside, tender inside).


Bon Appétit!

A Self-Proclaimed Princess in France cooks Les Moules (with a frog)...

$
0
0
For today's edition of Melting Pot Monday, where anything goes, we're cooking les moules à la marinière, or mussels in a white white sauce. See, mussels are in season now, according to the frog. He says the best time to eat them are in the 'bre months-- Septembre, Octobre, Novembre, and Decembre. The same goes for les huitres (oysters).

The frog taught me the basic recipe for les moules à la marinière, but I, of course, have some delicious add-ons. Watch this video...and then grab your wooden (and slotted) spoons.





Prep time: 10/15 minutes
Cooking time: 15/20 minutes

Ingredients:
1 pound of mussels for each person (try and find "ready to cook" mussels, or you'll have to de-beard 'em: HOW TO CLEAN MUSSELS) Important: cook the mussels the DAY you buy them. There is nothing worse than the smell of cooking mussels gone bad. On this...I know. 

1 bottle of white wine (I used a Sauvignon, but any white or rosé will do-- even a table/boxed wine!)
4-5 cloves of garlic, sliced thin
4-5 shallots, sliced thin
2 tablespoons butter
1/4 cup chopped parsley
a healthy pinch of fleur de sel (or three pinches regular salt)
three pinches of herbs de provence (or a bit of crushed thyme, oregano, and rosemary)
---
extras: 1 two inch piece of ginger sliced into small strips

other add-ins (not shown here): fennel, one sliced and simmered with the garlic, shallots, etc.

pimento or red jalapenos peppers (if you like spicy dishes) and parsley to garnish

ALTS: instead of white wine, use beer! 3 bottles of your favorite should suffice!

---

Instructions: Watch the video!

----

Cook for about 15-20 minutes (covered), tossing ingredients occasionally, on low/medium heat. Serve with les frites (French fries).


 Bon app!

It's Launch Week...and I'm Ready for Take-off (Don't let me crash...)

$
0
0


Me--launching. Photo credit: Karina Waters: Château de Gudanes

I can't believe it. Tomorrow, October 7th, SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS will be released into the wild. And I may roar. I'm bracing myself...perhaps with a glass of champagne? To celebrate, I'm having a virtual party on Facebook. You're invited! Please stop by and feel free to spread the word.  In addition to giving away signed copies of my book, introducing you to the "cast," and sharing a few scenes/notes cut from the manuscript, there will be some stellar giveaways throughout the day. Seven (there's my number) French-themed memoirs from seven supremely talented authors:

Paris Letters by Janice MacLeod-Lik
We’ll Always Have Paris by Jennifer Coburn
The French House by Don Wallace
Paris, My Sweet by Amy Thomas
Mastering the Art of French Eating by Ann Mah
At Home with Madame Chic by Jennifer L. Scott
Paris In Love by Eloisa James

Plus, a subscription to Romantic Paris Magazine will be up for grabs.

Yep! It's a true French affair! Click on the banner to join me!




Don't be stingy! Share it! Share it! I'm not Lena Dunham...or, god forbid, Snooki!

The blog tour for SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS is already in full swing. There's an interview with me on Rebecca Hall's LEAVING CAIRO, which was posted on October 2nd, and, yesterday, I spent the day answering questions about my life and book on WE LOVE MEMOIRS.

Today, I'm thrilled to be featured on CHICK LIT CENTRAL, with an amazing review of the book + a book giveaway, and on Jan Moran and Janice MacLeod's sites. I love these ladies. And I love their books. Part of being a writer is supporting other authors. So here goes it...

You may remember my post on Janice's memoir, Paris Letters, a few months ago. If you haven't read it, check it out. We are pub sisters, share a similar title... and Janice used to work for my dad. (We knew nothing about this until recently...) Her book is awesome! You can find Paris Letters everywhere books are sold! You can find Janice here: http://www.janicemacleod.com/


Jan and I have been communicating for a few months. I just read her recent release FLAWLESS, a wonderful, heart-stomping, guilty pleasure -- in the vein of a Jackie Collins-- five-star read. But I'm really looking forward to the March 2015 release of Scent of Triumph! I can't wait! You can connect with Jan here: http://www.janmoranwrites.com/


I'm thrilled both of these authors are supporting SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS. And I wanted to share their books with you. What goes around comes around, or so they say...

Gros bisous from Toulouse!

Wish me luck! Tomorrow is a big day!!!









SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS Launch Day! Houston, we have lift off!

$
0
0
AVAILABLE NOW!!!
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Book Depository  | Indie Bound | Target | Walmart

It's here! It's here! Today, October 7th (there's my lucky number!), SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS is being released into the wild. Please stop by my virtual party on Facebook and help me celebrate! In addition to giving away signed copies of my book, introducing you to the "cast," and sharing a few scenes/notes cut from the manuscript, there will be some stellar giveaways throughout the day. Seven (there's my number again!) French-themed memoirs from seven (and again) supremely talented authors AND a subscription to Romantic Paris Magazine will be up for grabs. It's a true French affair! Click on the banner to join me!




What's a party without friends? 

Ann Mah, author of the delicious memoir Mastering the Art of French Eating, is helping me celebrate the release of Seven Letters from Paris by giving away a paperback edition of her book. Even better? It's open worldwide! Enter below:




Please note: the paperback edition will not be released until October 28th, so the winner will receive the book sometime in early November.


The blog tour (and party) continues! Pop open the champagne!

Today, Vicki Lesage, author of the hilarious memoir Confessions of a Paris Party Girl has posted an INTERVIEW with yours truly, Amy Thomas, author of Paris, My Sweet has posted her thoughts on  SEVEN LETTERS , and the wonderful Nicole Meir of Have Tote Will Travel, has posted a review of SEVEN LETTERS.


In other news, I'd like to congratulate two AMAZING authors who endorsed SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS! 


Seven Letters from Paris is the story of a sexy, passionate, whirlwind romance twenty years in the making...and worth the wait. Sam shows us all the power of second chances and following your heart.” ~ Teresa Rhyne, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Dog Lived (And So Will I)
"A true story of long-lost passion found, but also a cautionary tale on the importance of small gestures and romance in everyday life." ~ Jennifer L. Scott, author of Lessons from Madame Chic


A big toast to my publishing sister, Teresa J. Rhyne (The Dogs Were Rescued- And So Was I), and to Jennifer L. Scott (At Home with Madame Chic) whose second installments also release today. Lucky number October 7! Also, Amy Thomas, mentioned above, will be giving birth to a baby girl tomorrow! Cheers and felicitations!

Today, and in keeping with the French theme, Jennifer has generously offered to give away a copy of At Home with Madame Chic, at my virtual launch event. (US only) And my publisher, Sourcebooks, is supplying a copy of Amy Thomas's Paris, My Sweet (US/CANADA) to one lucky winner.

Thank you, ladies. I'm here to support you, too! A gros bisous (big kiss) to all of you!


-------

LINKS TO ANN'S, VICKI'S, AMY'S, TERESA'S, AND JENNIFER'S  BOOKS

Add to Goodreads


Add to Goodreads

 
Add to Goodreads

 
Add to Goodreads
Add to Goodreads

Wednesday is more than all write! What a great book launch!

$
0
0
My book! In the wild! At Barnes & Noble!

Yesterday's book launch event went better than I'd anticipated! 300 people showed to support SEVEN LETTERS FROM PARIS! I'm so very grateful. And it seems a good time was had by all! People like the fact that I wasn't just pimping out my own book and were thrilled with the giveaways. (8 books total, including mine). A heartfelt thanks goes out to Ann Mah, Eloisa James, Jennifer L. Scott, and Sourcebooks for agreeing to my crazy idea to support other authors! We done good.

Jean-Luc came home with a bottle of champagne to celebrate the launch, so the party wasn't just virtual. (I'm so keeping him!)

My friend Sara tweeted the above photo from Barnes & Noble in Fairfax, VA. I was floored! My book is actually on shelves? It's surreal. Also surreal was becoming an Amazon category bestseller before the book was released! My jaw? It's still on the floor. I thought my mom, sister, and friends were the only people who pre-ordered the book. Apparently, more people did. THANK YOU!!!!

I'm sending all of you virtual kisses and hugs!



Come again? I should have taken a screen shot that morning!


Note: I just checked Amazon and they only have 14 paperback copies left in stock. Just sayin.'

Well, that, and I wouldn't have had a successful book launch without YOU!

More hugs. More kisses. I'm truly blessed with support. Again, I'm floored.


The launch tour continues! 

Today, the lovely Jacqueline Brown, of French Village Diaries has posted a review of SEVEN LETTERS, and my pub sister Susan Blumberg-Kason, author of Good Chinese Wife, has posted a review/post. Susan received my book from our publisher and left a lovely review on Goodreads. I, of course, immediately asked my editor for her memoir! I received it about a week ago, started it (and am loving it--a fantastic read!!!), but got sidetrackedby something called a book launch. I also had one read ahead of hers. You should see my TBR pile! And my checklist of things to do!

Good Chinese Wife is staring at me from my shelf right now, begging to be picked up. And that's exactly what I'm going to do once I finish this post! It's powerful and fantastic and honest! Don't believe me? Check out GCW for yourself!

Add to Goodreads

Phew! I'm looking forward to some reading time!

Bisous!


Launch day three: (or Ermagad...I'm tired!)

$
0
0
Ermagad, launching a book is tiring. My head is spinning. I'm beyond exhausted. I'm spent. But I'm also thrilled. Since day one (five years ago), I've been in this for the long-haul. Never quit! Never give up! Keep pushing forward! (Can't I take a long nap now? NOPE. No rest for the weary!!) Thankfully, there is a big pay off at the end! At least for now!

Five years later...and this! This makes the hard work worth it!


My book is in stores! Thank you to Teresa Rhyne, my pub sister and confidant,
for capturing Seven Letters in the wild! Barnes and Noble! Hello!
Seven Letters is 84 in hor new releases! I'm competing with Amy Pohler, come on!

A #7 bestseller in France travel guides. ( I'm guiding people to love...)
#1 in France Travel on Kindle!



#10 on Traveler and Explorer biographies (I explore love...)

#4 On Best Travelogues and Travel Europe!
All of this is great. Fantastic. Stellar. Yay! But my work isn't over yet. In fact, it's only just beginning. I need to keep the buzz going! That's where you come in. You are my village people! Don't fight over who will be the Indian, the cop, or the policeman! Just spread the word about Seven Letters. Please! Tweet this post. FB it. And then we can all dance the YMCA together. (Jean-Luc says. "Never me Alive!" and we are going to ignore him!)

The book launch/ blog tour continues!

Today, the amazing Mardi Michel's from Eat. Live. Travel. Write, has a book review and a giveaway of Seven Letters from Paris! Huzzah! Mardi's site is amazing. Please check it out! You will leave it hungry. Very hungry! And, while you're at it, check out my new sister from another mister's post about Seven Letters on American Art Girls Art Club in Paris. (Margie and I were supposed to meet in person a few weeks ago. But I had book baby brain and we missed our connection! Thankfully, we we were able to Skype and share a glass of wine together!)

The support continues!

What can I say? Eloisa James has been an amazing friend...and we haven't even met! (Yet!)  I contacted her way back when to ask if she would be willing to support Seven Letters. And she's gone above and beyond the call of duty, posting about Seven Letters on her FB page to her thousand of followers and agreeing to giveaway her memoir during my launch. TALK ABOUT A CLASSY AUTHOR! I hope to follow in her footsteps! I loved her memoir Paris In Love and it's my hope you'll love it too!

Check it out! 

Add to Goodreads


Okay. Time for that nap! Gros bisous from Toulouse!!!
xox



Viewing all 167 articles
Browse latest View live