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Europe trip–part 3

29 Sep

I guess one can say I took my sweet time in between the posts about my trip, but to be honest, a lot of those memories are still a blur. So I decided to write about the trip when something comes to mind, like right now about how we lost our connection in Munich.

The flight from Bucharest to Munich went better than I expected. Although the flight was only a little over an hour, we spent it talking to a funny group of Texan young adults (in Romania to teach English to Romanian students). I know, right? What are the odds to find yourself halfway across the world, in a plane from Bucharest to Munich and be surrounded by fellow Americans. Comes to show how little our world really is.

Once arrived in Munich, we said goodbye to our newfound friends and off we went to find our gate. We were told by several airport employees to go to terminal 1, not knowing that there’s where our troubles began. After the shuttle buss dropped us, we went through a maze –I’m not kidding–maze of corridors, gates and check points, making our way to gate 17. We still had time for breakfast, stroll through duty free stores until boarding was announced. 

As we waited to be boarded, my eyes fell on the display flickering our flight and I found odd that instead of Lufthansa there was EasyJet airline. Then looked at my boarding ticket and saw that the flight number didn’t match the one on the display, only the departure time and destination.

I’ve rarely felt as if the rug was pulled from underneath my feet, but that’s the best way to describe how I felt.  Never lost a connection in my life. Never thought not one, but several airport employees can be that… well, I really don’t have a name for it, unless I’m willing to call them something bad. For crying out loud: I show you a boarding pass and you send me to a wrong terminal???

We made our way back to terminal 2 as our Lufthansa flight took off. At that time I was livid and sick to my stomach worrying about having to buy new tickets, and losing our train connection from Rome to Verona. Pat kept telling me to breathe deeply and accept the fact that was nothing I could do to change what just happened. Trust me, breathing exercises never helped that much as then. I managed to calm somewhat until, explaining to the Lufthansa rep how we lost our connection she said in an arrogant and dismissive tone, word for word: “That’s the most stupid thing I’ve heard in thirteen years working on this airport. Who here would direct you wrongly?”

With my minds eyes I saw myself reaching over the counter and grabbing a handful of her shirt, saying, “You call me a liar and stupid???”, but instead I said, “Ma’am, as much as your airport is a nice venue, I would rather travel to my destination. Hanging out on an airport is not my kind of fun time.”

Pat stepping on my foot made me pause and take my eyes off the Lufthansa rep, long enough to take yet another deep breath. I should’ve inhaled enough oxygen by now, enough to transform it in smoke puffing out of my ears but boy, I was aching to wrinkle that woman’s starched collar. 

Somehow I managed to be civil. Fifteen minutes and two phone calls later we had brand new tickets that costed us only $105.00 each. If all worked out well, we’d make it to our train connection on time.

Eventually anger and frustration drained out of me, leaving me exhausted. The entire time we waited Pat and I talked and, the more we talked, the deeper in conversation we went. Like to survivors on an island we shared plans, dreams, memories–we talked so much and I have to say, there was nothing that could make me happier than my kid sharing so much of him. There’s a glow in Pat’s eyes when he talks about himself, a glow that makes the blue in his eyes so intense and so alive. 

In looking back I do wonder if all of that happened because he and I had to talk. Not just any talk, but deep talk, the kind of talk that makes one vulnerable but also so, so human. The kind of talk where all masks fall and one’s heart and soul are out there in plain light, without holding back. 

I always considered myself incredibly lucky to have a great relationship with my kid, but for some reason that talk we had waiting for our flight taking us from Munich to Rome, made me realized, my kid is not a kid anymore, but a young man making his way into adulthood, having incredible plans for the future. It also made me realized how much more mature he is now compared to myself at his age, but most importantly that, if I were to go tomorrow, I’m leaving behind a great legacy, a man who I have no doubt will make his way through life in a healthy, solid, clear, strong manner; that whenever life will throw curves and hurdles his way, he has the tools he needs to go through them all. 

When time came to leave, I remember finally buckling my belt on the plane taking us to a brand new adventure. Pat reached over and kissed the top of my head, then interlaced his finger with mine. “Thanks, mom,” he said. “What for?,” I replied. He smiled and pushed his side onto mine. “For listening.”

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5= 5+1= more to come

3 Dec

I know, I know 5 = 5 + 1 = more to come looks wrong, but I guarantee there’s nothing wrong with my title, or my math. Continue reading and you’ll see why.

I can’t believe December is already here and before long we are gonna say goodbye 2014, hello 2015. 

Somehow this year seemed to be here one minute, (almost) gone the next. It’s my second time since starting writing when I have two releases in the same year, less than a week apart: Meant To Be, a short story part of the Say Something Anthology released on Dec. 1st along with six other tremendous authors, and Me Tarzan–You Jane, a full-length NA contemporary romance novel coming to you on Dec. 6th (only a few days away; available for pre-order now @ Amazon).

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 To say I’m super excited and proud of my accomplishments would be un understatement. Here I am, a Romanian immigrant turned American citizen following and living my dream–to write and leave something worth remembering behind me. Five years since I began on this writing adventure, five novels released + a short story, endless hours in front of the computer, typing until my fingers cramped, lost nights plotting the next story, the next scene, having full-on conversations with imaginary friends, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I don’t know what tomorrow brings or even if tomorrow will come for me. But if it does, I’m going to keep on doing what I love most: write.

Did you get my math?

Anywhere. Anytime. Anyway.

9 May

I’m one of those lucky people who can up and travel anywhere and anytime I want. Seriously. By private jets, by fancy yachts, by dark limousine or by foot carrying my own backpack. To freezing temperatures one day or to places where the sun shines its gold upon the world the next day. Atop the highest mountain peak or the finest sandy beach, you name it and I was there and then some more.

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I spend time among the Siberian tigers, watching them hunt their next meal or teaching their cubs how to survive. I have the next adventure at my fingertips—one snap and I’m dancing among Flamingos on the shores of the Lake Nakuru in Kenya.flamingos

If I feel social, I’m on a plane to New York. As soon as I land I’m in the midst of the biggest crowd down Madison Avenue, observing its colors and taking its pulse.

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I know I’m lucky because not only do I get the chance to do all of that whenever I want but I do it for free (did I mention I know how lucky I am?) For the past five years I didn’t spend one penny traveling around the world. Not one. Either 5-star resorts, personal cook and driver, or warming a can of beans under infinite skies, whatever my mood—I did it all.

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Sometimes our own world is not enough. It’s then when I explore places no one else has set foot on. Sometime I travel to planets outside our galaxy. Or among scary beings like vampires, werewolves or zombies (my least favorite of all creatures).

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You might ask how can I afford all of this? It’s simple: because I’m free to imagine it.

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Virtual Book Tour–Author Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

14 Sep

FOR YOUYR CHANCE TO WIN MIMI”S BOOK ENTER HERE.

Title: SUN GOD SEEKS…SURROGATE?

Series: (Book 3, Accidentally Yours Series)

Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Genres: Paranormal Romance (Action/Adventure, Comedy)

Heat Level: Sensual

Sequel to ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH…A GOD? and The New York Times Best Seller, ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO…A VAMPIRE?, this story has it all! Vampires, gods, and our favorite evil Mayan priests, the Maaskab.

 

5.0 out of 5 Stars on Amazon for “Sun God Seeks…Surrogate”!

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BLURB:

When 24-year-old Penelope learns of a new miracle drug that could cure her ailing mother, it’s the answer to her prayers. Until she sees the cost. But for every door that closes, a window opens. In this case, the window calls herself Cimil, and she’s quite possibly the most insane person Penelope’s ever met. Could it be because this complete stranger just offered Penelope one million dollars to carry her wealthy brother’s baby?

But Cimil’s brother isn’t your everyday millionaire. In fact, he gives new meaning to the word hot.

EXCERPT:

Wondering which screw in her head had come loose this time, twenty-four-year-old Emma Keane strapped a parachute to her back in preparation for yet another fun-filled jungle mission.

“Dammit! Stop wiggling!” she barked over her shoulder. “And that had better be your flashlight!”

Well, actually, it was a cranky, rather large warrior named Brutus strapped to her back and wearing the parachute because she had yet to find time for skydiving lessons.

Dork.

In any case, looking like a ridiculous, oversized baby kangaroo wasn’t enough to stop her from making this nocturnal leap into enemy territory—Maaskab territory. She had scores to settle.

Emma sucked in a deep breath, the roar of the plane’s large engines and Brutus’s growls making it difficult to find her center—the key to winning any battle. And not freak out.

Funny. If someone had told her a year ago that she’d end up here, an immortal demigoddess engaged to the infamous God of Death and War, she would have said, “Christ! Yep! That toootally sounds about right.”

Why the hell not? She’d lived the first twenty-two years of her life with Guy—a nickname she’d given her handsome god—obsessed with his seductive voice, a voice only she could hear. Turned out, after they finally met face-to-face, their connection ran blood deep. Universe deep, actually. A match made by fate.

Emma rubbed her hands together, summoning the divine power deep within her cells. One blast with her fingertips and she could split a man right down the middle.

“Careful where you put those,” Guy said, cupping himself.

Emma gazed up at his smiling face and couldn’t help but admire the glorious, masculine view. Sigh. She knew she’d been born to love him, flaws—enormous ego and otherworldly bossiness—and all.

His smile melted away. “Please change your mind, my sweet. Stay on the plane, and let me do your fighting.”

“Can’t do that,” she replied. “The Maaskab took my grandmother, and I’m going to be the one to get her back. Even if I have to kill Tommaso to do it.”

Guy shook his head. “No. You are to let me deal with him.”

Emma felt her immortal blood boil. She’d trusted Tommaso once, and he’d betrayed her. Almost gotten her killed, too. But she’d known—well, she’d thought—it wasn’t Tommaso’s fault. He’d been injected with liquid black jade, an evil substance that could darken the heart of an angel. That’s why, after he’d been captured and mortally wounded, she’d begged the gods to cure him.

Then she did the unthinkable: she’d put her faith in him again.

Stupid move.

He’d turned on her a second time, the bastard. Yes, his betrayal—done of his own free will—was her prize on that fateful night almost one year ago when her grandmother showed up on their doorstep in Italy, leading an army of evil Maaskab priests, her mind clearly poisoned.

“If Tommaso hadn’t helped her escape, we could’ve saved her,” she said purely to vent, because she really wanted to cry. But the fiancée of the God of Death and War didn’t cry. Especially in front of the hundred warriors riding shotgun on the plane tonight.

Okay, maybe one teeny tiny tear while no one’s looking.

“Do not give up hope, Emma.” Guy clutched her hand. “And do not forget…whatever happens, I love you. Until the last ray of sunlight. Until the last flicker of life inhabits this planet.”

Brutus groaned and rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the sappy chatter.

Emma elbowed him in the ribs. “Shush! And how can you, of all people, be uncomfortable with a little affection? Huh? You bunk with eight dudes every night. That’s gross by the way. Not the dude part. I’m cool with that. But eight, big, sweaty warriors all at once? Yuck. So don’t judge me because I’m into the one-man-at-a-time rule. That’s messed up, Brutus.”

Brutus growled and Guy chuckled.

In truth, Emma didn’t know what Brutus was into or how he and his elite team slept, but she loved teasing him. She figured that sooner or later she’d find the magic words to get Brutus to speak to her.

No luck yet.

Accepting a temporary defeat, she shrugged and turned her attention back to the task at hand. She took one last look at her delicious male—seven feet of solid muscle with thick blue-black waves of hair and bronzed skin. Sigh. “Okay. I’m ready,” she declared boldly. “Let’s kill some Scabs and get my granny!”

She glanced over her other shoulder at Penelope, their newest family member. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail that accentuated the anger simmering in her dark green eyes. Pissed would be a serious understatement.

Emma didn’t blame her. What a cluster.

“Ready?” Emma asked.

“You better believe it,” Penelope replied. “These clowns picked the wrong girl to mess with.”

Guy frowned as they leaped from the plane into the black night.

– @ –

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH…A GOD?

(Book 1, Accidentally Yours Series)

Published on January 22, 2012

294 pages

 

147 *5-Star* Reviews on Amazon for “Accidentally in Love with…a God!”

AVAILABLE AT:

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BLURB:

Twenty-two-year-old Emma Keane has a secret friend. He’s powerful, mysterious, and devastatingly handsome. In her dreams, anyway.

In real life, he’s an enigma. Maybe just a teensie jealous. Definitely overbearing. He’s also a voice only she can hear.

So who or what is he? He won’t say. But if she wants to be free, to be normal, Emma will have to trek to the jungles once ruled by the Mayans and find the forgotten ruin holding the answers.

However, the ruthless deity she’s about to unknowingly unleash on the modern world might not be so easily extracted from her life. Bottom line, he’s got enemies, and now, so does she.

– @ –

ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO…A VAMPIRE?

(Book 2, Accidentally Yours Series)

Published on March 2, 2012

244 pages

USA TODAY and New York Times Best Seller!

95 *5-Star* Reviews at Amazon for “Accidentally Married to…a Vampire”

AVAILABLE AT:

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BLURB:

“If you love her, set her free. If she comes back, she’s yours. If she doesn’t…Christ! Stubborn woman! Hunt her down, and bring her the hell back; she’s still yours according to vampire law.”–Niccolo DiConti, General of the Vampire Queen’s Army.

THE DETERMINED VAMPIRE: Niccolo DiConti has faithfully served as leader of Her Majesty’s army for over a millennium, but he’d rather sunbathe in the Sahara than spend another grueling day under his demented queen’s command. However, no one has ever left her side and lived to tell. So when a powerful goddess prophesies he will meet his salvation—a human woman he must turn into a vampire with her consent—he eagerly rises to the challenge. After all, how hard could it be to seduce a human female into taking the immortal plunge? Harder than he thinks. Because his mate won’t be born for another three centuries, and when he wakes up in the goddess’ tomb, not only is his life a mess, but his destined female isn’t about to settle for a coldhearted vampire. Can he win her over before it’s too late? Not if his enemies have anything to do with it.

AN UNWILLING BRIDE: On the night Helena Strauss meets the fierce, devastatingly handsome vampire who saves her life in the jungles of Mexico, she knows her world will be forever changed. Because an attraction this mind blowing only comes along once in a lifetime—or existence. And when he claims she is his one true mate, destined to be his for all eternity, it’s a fairytale come true. So what if her knight in shining armor is a vampire? Nobody’s perfect. But discovering the powerful, overbearing immortal doesn’t “do love”? Deal breaker. Helena will flee and set out to accomplish the impossible…sever the otherworldly bond between them. And it turns out, Helena is just the leverage Niccolo’s enemies need to break the mighty warrior and wipe out his people. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Before taking up a permanent residence in the San Francisco Bay Area, Mimi spent time living near NYC (became a shopaholic), in Mexico City (developed a taste for very spicy food), and Arizona (now hates jumping chollas, but pines for sherbet sunsets). Her love of pre-Hispanic culture, big cities, and romance inspires her to write when she’s not busy with kids, work, and life…or getting sucked into a juicy novel.

She hopes that someday, leather pants for men will make a big comeback and that her writing might make you laugh when you need it most.

Website: www.mimijean.net

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Email: mimi@mimijean.net

Giveaway and Guest Post by Author Zahava Englard

28 Jun

It is with great pleasure to introduce you to author Zahava Englard’s work. Zahava stopped by with a guest post and a giveaway of her debut release titled “The Gilboa Iris”.

Blurb:

Dara Harow, the daughter of a rocket physicist for the US department of defense, sends her parents into a tailspin of dual-loyalty anxiety when she plans to wed Roni Ben-Ari, an Israeli officer in an elite counter-terrorist unit. When the Harows are targeted by a terror cell in hot pursuit of technology not yet found in any country’s arsenal, Dara finds herself at the center of a hierarchy of terror that threatens her life and the lives of those she loves. The Gilboa Iris is a blazing tale of romance, deceit and international intrigue. Its rich characters and explosive plot take readers from Israel’s Gilboa Mountains to the streets of New York, to Germany’s Zehlendorf Forest, and back to Israel amid seminal events that rocked the world between 1983 and 2002.

For a chance to win one e-copy of her book leave at the end of this post a comment answering the following question:

What’s the officer’s name Dara plans to wed?

The giveaway will run until 07/05 with the winner announcement on 07/06.

Now to Dara’s guest post:

I don’t like to be labeled

I was 17 when I decided to live for a while on a kibbutz and volunteer to work the land. I remember how some Israelis there asked whether I was American or Canadian or whatnot, and I responded with, “Ani bat-Yisrael.” I am a daughter of Israel. That response elicited much laughter from the Israelis. I didn’t care. I laughed at it myself…it was a tad dramatic. I defined myself as a Jew. A Jew who loved Israel and believed in the dictates of Judaism as a way of life.  Plain and simple. 

And don’t call me Orthodox. I’m not even sure what that means in practical terms. While I try to be religious, I’m certainly no saint, so let’s leave the labels of Orthodox, Modern Orthodox, Conservadox, Conservative and the like out of the picture. The time will come, as it does for all, when God will judge my actions on earth, and while I have no inside information, I’ve got a feeling that my earthly label counts for naught in the eyes of the Heavenly Tribunal.

One can believe in the truth of the Torah (the Bible),  and yet for whatever reason, not be so fervent in its dictates, while still having a constant spiritual perspective- always having God on one’s mind or in one’s heart. Oh, and don’t call me a settler, even though I’m proud of living in Judea. But I know what most of the world means, in large part thanks to an ignorant and biased media, when they refer to one as a “settler”. And please, please, please don’t refer to me as a beverage.

I don’t like being bunched into a category. Too claustrophobic and it doesn’t bode well with my in-your-face non-conformist persona. I prefer to flit anonymously from one labeled group to another, although I suspect that with my uncovered head, I would stand out in certain Jerusalem neighborhoods such as Mea Shearim and Geula, where the residents follow a strict adherence to ultra modest-type dressing. I guess my jeans would be a dead give-away too so let’s skirt that issue.

So, when you see me on the street, or talk about me behind my back, just call me Zahava. Or better yet, you can point at me and say, “Hey, isn’t she the great author, Zahava D. Englard?”  That works for me too.

About the Author

A native of New York, Zahava Englard lived in Teaneck, NJ, before moving with her family to Israel in 2006. An outspoken activist in the United States on behalf of Israel, she served as trustee on the executive board of One Israel Fund, and as its executive director. Presently Zahava lives in Israel. Her writing includes Settling for More: From Jersey to Judea, and she lectures in the United States and Israel about her books, Jewish activism, and her passion for Israel’s well-being. Gilboa Iris is her first novel.