Welcome Carmen Stefanescu!
She has a few ideas to share for a romantic summer:
Find
a fireplace.
a fireplace.
Let’s be honest, there’s nothing sexier
than an evening spent by the fire, sipping wine. Don’t have a fireplace in your
home to cozy up next to? Head to a hotel for the same effect.
than an evening spent by the fire, sipping wine. Don’t have a fireplace in your
home to cozy up next to? Head to a hotel for the same effect.
The power outage date.
Pretend like the power went out, and spend
the whole night by candlelight. Conversation? Candles? What could be more
romantic than that.
the whole night by candlelight. Conversation? Candles? What could be more
romantic than that.
Draw
sketches of one another.
sketches of one another.
It doesn’t matter if neither of you are
great at drawing, it’s the thought that counts. And the final product will make
for one very special memento of the day spent together.
great at drawing, it’s the thought that counts. And the final product will make
for one very special memento of the day spent together.
Excerpt:
Andrew pulled her to
his chest. “Do you regret you’ve come with me?”
his chest. “Do you regret you’ve come with me?”
Passion smothered
Genevieve’s doubt and guilt. “Never,” she answered, aware of her
body’s response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.
Genevieve’s doubt and guilt. “Never,” she answered, aware of her
body’s response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.
The moonlight bathed
his face in silver light. Andrew lowered her wimple, and his fingers threaded
into her curls. She swayed, enveloped by the dizzy sensation of drowning in the
tumultuous ocean of his gaze. The tenderness of his touch raised in her the wish
they had lived in another time and been simple, ordinary people. She longed to
feel the warmth of his lips on hers. How much she’d have liked to live the rest
of her life beside him and bear his children. A dream not likely to ever come
true for her. Why not let the feeling lurking in the pit of her stomach take
over and consume her whole being?
his face in silver light. Andrew lowered her wimple, and his fingers threaded
into her curls. She swayed, enveloped by the dizzy sensation of drowning in the
tumultuous ocean of his gaze. The tenderness of his touch raised in her the wish
they had lived in another time and been simple, ordinary people. She longed to
feel the warmth of his lips on hers. How much she’d have liked to live the rest
of her life beside him and bear his children. A dream not likely to ever come
true for her. Why not let the feeling lurking in the pit of her stomach take
over and consume her whole being?
Aware of the track of
her thoughts, she shifted uneasily, a hot flush warmed her cheeks. Drawing in a
deep breath in spite of herself, calming the gnawing unease in her mind and the
thought of Sister Dominica guessing she was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve
repeated, “Never.”
her thoughts, she shifted uneasily, a hot flush warmed her cheeks. Drawing in a
deep breath in spite of herself, calming the gnawing unease in her mind and the
thought of Sister Dominica guessing she was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve
repeated, “Never.”
With her eyes closed
and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time, simply a woman.
She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing
around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought hard to silence
the voice of conscience berating her.
and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time, simply a woman.
She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing
around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought hard to silence
the voice of conscience berating her.
“Oh, God. Please
forgive me,” Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to
kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.
forgive me,” Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to
kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.
. . . . . . . . .
Far in the forest, the
sprightly stream’s clear waters sang their ancient song down the moss-covered
banks. Reaching an old, crooked oak tree, bearing the seal of recent lightning
damage, the waters trembled, turned muddy and the pale, distorted face of a
woman emerged. Her raven black hair floated around her head, the long black
tresses writhing and coiling on the waves, like snakes trying to pry free and
attack. Her eyes flew open and a hideous grin stretched her lips. She blinked
several times and gurgled a hoarse threat to someone known only to her, “You
imagine you thwarted my plans even from beyond the grave, but you’re wrong. You
shall hear from me. You shall all hear from me! Soon.”
sprightly stream’s clear waters sang their ancient song down the moss-covered
banks. Reaching an old, crooked oak tree, bearing the seal of recent lightning
damage, the waters trembled, turned muddy and the pale, distorted face of a
woman emerged. Her raven black hair floated around her head, the long black
tresses writhing and coiling on the waves, like snakes trying to pry free and
attack. Her eyes flew open and a hideous grin stretched her lips. She blinked
several times and gurgled a hoarse threat to someone known only to her, “You
imagine you thwarted my plans even from beyond the grave, but you’re wrong. You
shall hear from me. You shall all hear from me! Soon.”
Little by little, the
waters of the river became an ugly shade of green, covered the ghastly face,
and continued down to the green pastures in the valley while an ominous
silence, harbinger of the woman’s spiteful threat, settled over the rugged
mountain and its mysterious forest.
waters of the river became an ugly shade of green, covered the ghastly face,
and continued down to the green pastures in the valley while an ominous
silence, harbinger of the woman’s spiteful threat, settled over the rugged
mountain and its mysterious forest.
Publisher: Wild Child Publishing
Genre: paranormal/light romance/light historical/light horror.
Blurb
Anne’s
relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year
separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has
other plans for them.
relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year
separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has
other plans for them.
The
discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new
and frightening world–one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve
will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and
Neil’s vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled
to help free Genevieve’s soul from its torment.
discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new
and frightening world–one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve
will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and
Neil’s vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled
to help free Genevieve’s soul from its torment.
Can
Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?
Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?
A
touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and
good magic.
touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and
good magic.
The
twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end
and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.
twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end
and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.
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Author
Bio
Bio
Carmen Stefanescu
resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula,
but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about
God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to
great trouble – the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula,
but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about
God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to
great trouble – the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
Teacher of English
and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu
survived the grim years of communist oppression, by escaping in a parallel
world, that of the books.
and German in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu
survived the grim years of communist oppression, by escaping in a parallel
world, that of the books.
Her
first novel, Shadows of the Past, was released in 2012 by Wild Child
Publishing, USA.
first novel, Shadows of the Past, was released in 2012 by Wild Child
Publishing, USA.
Carmen joined the volunteer
staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog, and is the coordinator of
#Thursday13 posts.
staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog, and is the coordinator of
#Thursday13 posts.
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Thank you for hosting my Shadows of the Past, paranormal romance, Sheri! May we have a successful tour!
I'm happy to have you here. Best wishes and happy writing!