Monday, 23 November 2015

In memory of my SuperDAD :)

In my previous post I mentioned that I lost my dad last year.  November 4th was the anniversary of his passing and so this month has been a month of introspection for me.  Looking back on a lifetime of amazing memories of my dad.

There are so many wonderful memories of him to choose from, so many things he taught me, so many things we shared.  So I thought I'd share one of my all time favourite photos of my dad and I.


I'm truly grateful to have been blessed with such a wonderful dad. :)

So while you can, treasure your dad and let him know how much he means to you.

I also thought I'd share this cute video clip I found on Facebook with you.  Enjoy.  :)

Much love,
Angelé  xx

Thursday, 22 October 2015

Review: Dear Julia

Dear Julia Dear Julia by Romy Sommer
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It's been a while since I've read anything not set in this century but recently I read Dear Julia by Romy Sommer and loved it! Set in post World War II England, this book brings you the story of Rosalie and William. Rosalie's bright, bubbly personality makes you fall in love with her instantly and William's damaged war hero makes you want to rescue him. Will love conquer all? I highly recommend reading this book to find out.

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Monday, 28 September 2015

Breaking the silence

I can't believe that it has been almost 8 months since I last posted anything!  But let me start at the beginning.

My dad died very suddenly in November last year.  It was such a shock to the system!  He fell and broke his leg - not such a big deal right?  That's what we thought.  But we were wrong.  Ten days later he was dead.  Just like that.  One day he was here and then he wasn't.  My family and I were left reeling.  What the hell had happened?

We moved through the motions of doing all that needed doing while dealing with the fallout of his death.  As he had come to hospital with what appeared to only be a broken leg, his passing seemed out of character and his attending doctor requested an autopsy.  The consequence of that is my mother was interviewed like a criminal to determine whether or not his broken leg was a result of foul play.  It made life far more unpleasant than it already was.

In the end, many weeks after the trauma began it all came to an end and we had a memorial in his memory so that everyone could have a chance to say their goodbyes and pay their respects.

Initially, I felt I was coping well and seemed to be going on with everyday life.  And then suddenly, out of the blue, one day I was sitting at the PC and it felt like I'd taken a heart shot.  It was like I couldn't catch my breath.  My eyes welled with tears and it felt like my world was collapsing in on itself.  I didn't understand what it was but I felt raw and emotional.

And just like that it all came to a halt.  I stopped reading, I stopped writing, I stopped being creative.  It was like I didn't have a creative bone left in by body.  It was the most bizarre thing.  Each day seemed to blur into the next and before I knew it I hadn't been on social media in months, I hadn't blogged or written or interacted with anyone, anywhere, anyhow.  Not even in my personal capacity.  I just seemed to have withdrawn from the world into a bubble of my own making.  So much for coping.

Fast forward a few months and we're gearing up for a conference that I'd signed up for.  My writer friend and I were in constant contact making plans, booking events and accommodation and just as suddenly I felt a little spark of interest in life flicker.  Slowly but surely as the days counted down and the conference got closer, I was getting more excited about it.  Meeting like minded people, learning more about my craft, talking writing, publishing and more.  Excitement grew.

Just as suddenly that passion for all things writing was back.  Thus ends the silence.

To those of you who have patiently waited out my silence and withdrawal, MANY, MANY thanks.  You are the reason we do what we do.  To please you.  To entertain you.  To bring a little more magic to your everyday life.  Thank you so much for giving me the necessary time to grieve the loss of a man that meant so very much to me and giving me the opportunity to say goodbye as befits the love that I hold in my heart for he who was my dad, my mentor, my champion.

This poem has always had much meaning, even though I have battled to honour the words in these past months.  But in this moment I pay tribute to my father as I miss him but let him go.  I love you Daddy!


MISS ME BUT LET ME GO
Edgar A. Guest


When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me – but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me – But Let me Go!


Until next time, continue to be kind to each other.  You never know what someone else is quietly suffering through.

Much love,
Angelé  xx

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Valentine Blog Hop : And the winner is ...

Oh my word, I had so much fun with this Blog Hop!!! Thank you, loyal readers, for hopping with us. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.

We took the names of all of you that left your comments for us and compliments of random.org we have our winners. And I have to say ... you left us some beauties!!! We loved it.

So, without further ado ... 




  • $20 Amazon Gift Voucher ~ Galinda Barefoot 
  • Dragonfly Moments by and Dead of the Night ~ Christy Dunkin 
  • Taking Pleasure Seriously and Broken Destiny ~ Amy Bowens 
  • Harcourt's Mountain and Brent's Law - Sumi Singh 



Congratulations ladies and thanks again for joining us. Enjoy your prizes.

Much love,
Angelé xx

Thursday, 12 February 2015

Valentine Blog Hop 2015 : Love unexpected



I matriculated from high school at the tender age of 17.  What does one really know about life at that age?  Yet there I was the proud owner of a high school completion certificate.  According to those in the know I was ready to go out there and make my mark on the world.  So off I went.  Never suspecting that within months of leaving school my life would change the way it did.

To tide me over until my 18th birthday, when I would be able to get my driver’s licence and look for a full time job, I took a casual job at our local supermarket.  And there he was, the one person in this world that could complete me.  It caught me completely off guard!  Not in my wildest imaginings would I have dreamed that I would find love at a check out at the local grocer’s.

But there you go.  And 26 years later we’re still together.

I guess it was the same for Kitty and Gray in Decadence, the second story of Taking Pleasure Seriously.  Not that they met at 17, mind you, but it was definitely unexpected for them.  One morning they got up to go work, never anticipating that their worlds would collide in the way that it did.

She’s an artisanal baker.  He’s a fire investigator.  Who would have thought they’d find each other?  But they do, in the most unexpected way.  And it changes their lives forever, in ways neither of them foresaw.


What do you do when your dreams go up in flames?

The Mother City of Cape Town is the backdrop for this tale of fire and revenge, of love and lust where the life of one artisanal baker gets hotter outside of her kitchen than in it.

Since she was a little girl, sassy, sexy Kitty Spence knew what she wanted.  And bringing pleasure to people with her baking was it.  Her dream was realised the day she opened the doors of her speciality cupcake shop, Decadence.  That is, until Grayson James walked into her life.

Gorgeous fire investigator, Gray James, does a job he loves.  Getting justice for those whose lives are destroyed by fire is what brings him satisfaction.  In pursuit of an arsonist, he walks into Decadence and realises that his life will never be the same.

In the midst of a spate of fires that he’s trying to solve and the loss of her dream, Gray and Kitty find each other and a love that will survive all.

Excerpt:

Locking her car, Kitty looked around.  She couldn’t shake the constant feeling she had of being watched.  It was really starting to freak her out.  She was toying with the idea of hiring a security guard for the parking lot.  Maybe her neighbours would be willing to share the expense.  With all the fires that had happened in their immediate area, she was sure they would be happy to.  She was so deep in thought that she didn’t see the man standing in the doorway of her shop.

Looking up to insert her key in the lock, she started violently when she spotted Gray lounging against her door.

“Wow, Gray!” she exclaimed as she clapped a hand over her galloping heart.  “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.  You seemed so far away.  Everything alright?”

She bit her lip, briefly mulling over whether she should share her suspicions.

His eyes followed the movement and heat lit up through his body.  He wanted to lean over and lick his tongue along that delectable pillow of flesh.

“Come on in.  Let’s chat inside.”  She invited.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he stepped out of her way so she could unlock the door and followed her inside.

Filling the coffee machine’s tank with water, Kitty tried to arrange her thoughts.  She got cups out of the cupboard in readiness.  Turning to speak, she bumped into a solid body.  Looking up at him, she licked her lips.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be standing there.”

Gray followed the little pink tip’s progress and felt himself harden, almost painfully.  What was it about this woman that pushed all his buttons?  He’d seen his share of beautiful women.  Even had his fair share.  But there was just something special about Katherine Spence that got him all hot and bothered.  Smiling, he took a step back.

“Are you okay?  Something seems to have you pretty jumpy.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “I think someone is watching me.”

“What?!  Have you been to the police?”

Kitty shook her head.  “No, I don’t have anything concrete.  I just get this really creepy feeling.  Every morning when I get to work and when I leave again, I get the sense that someone is watching me come and go.  I don’t have any solid evidence.  Maybe I just have an overactive imagination.”

“Honey, I may only know you a short time but you definitely don’t come across as the flighty, highly strung kind of woman that would imagine things like that.”

Blushing, she turned to pour the coffee, which had finished running through the machine, to give herself a minute to collect her composure.  His endearment had delivered a heady wallop to her feminine senses.  She had no idea what it was about him, but Gray made her want things she’d hadn’t in the longest time.  With just a look or a smile he made her hot and needy.  She wanted him in the worst way.

Handing him a cup, she pushing the sugar over to him and headed over to the fridge for the milk.

“So Gray, what brings you to my door so early in the morning?  Wait, is that smoke I smell?”  Her brain finally catching up with the rest of her, she’d just noticed a strong smell of smoke when she was near to him.

With a grim set to his beautiful face, he nodded.

“I’ve just come from the scene of a fire up the road.”  It had been a crappy morning so far and he’d felt a deep need to see her.  Just to be in her presence.  Just to talk to her about nothing of consequence.  Just to be with her.

“Oh.  Are you okay?”

“It’s been a bitch of a morning.  The building collapsed and one of our guys couldn’t get out in time.  They got him out but he’s in critical condition.  I’m headed home to shower so I can pop in at the hospital before I get started on processing the scene.”  Pausing to decide whether to continue, he decided to go for it.  “I just wanted to see you before I go home.  Needed to see you.”  Leaning into her space, Gray’s eyes moved over her face, intense and so very green, he went on, “I’m drawn to you, to be with you.  Why is that, do you think, Kitty?”

Her eyes went big and her lips parted in surprise but no words came out.

“There’s so much that needs to be done and all I can think about is you.  What you sound like when you wake up in the morning, what you do in your spare time, what you taste like, what you sound like when you come.  And yet I barely know you.”

She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.  His words evoked a slow burn in her.  Still she said nothing.  Just looked up into his beautiful eyes and got lost there, in his intensity.

“Kitty...”

Nervously biting her lower lip, she looked up at him.  “Yes, Gray?”

“Can I see you sometime?”

“You mean like a date?” she breathed.

“Yeah.  Like a date.”  Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and slowly drew her in.  Lowering his head until his forehead rested against her, he smiled, “Kitty?”

“Yes, Gray?”

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

Looking up at him with huge eyes, she nodded.

Touching his lips to hers, Gray felt it throughout his whole body.  Lust sparked through him and he groaned as he drew her tighter against him, deepening the kiss.

The ringing of his cell phone intruded.  Breaking off the kiss with reluctance, he reached for his phone.


“James.”  He listened intently as the person on the other side spoke rapidly and then, “I’ll be there in forty-five minutes.”  With a look of regret, he drew her in for one last hug.  “I have to go but, Kitty?  This isn’t over.  I’ll phone you later.”


So that’s my story but it’s not the only one.  ☺  A group of us are hopping from blog to blog and we’d love it if you’d join us.  And as a reward for joining us on this adventure, if you leave your comment on each blog (and we ask you to be kind to preserve our writer egos J) it puts you in line to win some fabulous prizes.

Prizes up for grabs are:

♥   A grand prize of a $20 Amazon Gift Card
♥   An ebook copy of Dragonfly Moments by Kathy Bosman (Kindle or PDF) - contemporary romance
♥   An ebook copy of Brent's Law (Kindle, epub or PDF) by Ylette Pearson - erotic romance
♥   An ebook copy of Taking Pleasure Seriously by Angelé Wells and Phoenix Kelly (epub or PDF) - erotic romance
♥  Signed copy of The Broken Destiny (South Africa only) by Carlyle Labuschagne -  science fiction romance
♥   An ebook of Dead of Night by Carylyle Labuschagne - science fiction romance
♥   An ebook of Harcourt's Mountain by Elaine Dodge - historical romance.


  
Keep an eye out ... we'll be announcing the winners on each of our blogs and on our Facebook profiles.

Looking forward to seeing you there.

Much love,

Angelé xx


Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Love like you're still dating

Happily, the hubster and I celebrated 23 years of marriage in December (2014).  He is my twin flame.  The other half that makes me whole.  And while I could, quite literally, survive losing him, I wouldn't want to.  People (and many of them being family and friends) don't understand the deep and intense bond that we share.  But it works for us.

People ask how we've managed to stay together for so many years but when we answer them they recoil like we've just informed them we sacrifice puppies under a new moon.  What do we tell them?  We keep working at our marriage.  We treat each other with respect, we say please and thank you no matter how small the gesture, we consider each other when making important decisions, and a myriad of other little things that go a long way to making this marriage of ours a happy one.  I'm not saying that it's perfect and that it's all sunshine and roses but we work on getting past speed bumps in the road.  We don't just throw our hands up in the air and decide we're done.

I'll never forget.  We were chatting to a lady one day about marriage ... I'm not quite sure now how we got on to the subject and, as per usual, when we mentioned we'd been married for how many years it was at the time she asked the question.  "So how do you do it?"  The hubster smiled and said, as per usual, "We work on it."  Cue said recoil.  "Oh no," she replies, "you shouldn't have to work on a marriage.  It doesn't require work.  Otherwise there's something wrong."  We found out sometime later that she was in an extra-marital affair.  'Nuff said.

Recently I read an article written by a gentleman after his 16 year marriage came to an end and my heart absolutely ached for this man.  It was sad to see that he finally "got it" when it was too late.  I encourage you to read his article.  He had so much wonderful insight - his hindsight was definitely 20-20.  Read his beautiful article here.  But to summarise it for you, these were his 20 main points.

  1. Never stop courting...
  2. Protect your own heart...
  3. Fall in love over and over again...
  4. Always see the best in her...
  5. It’s not your job to change or fix her…
  6. Take full accountability for your own emotions...
  7. Never blame your wife if you get frustrated or angry at her...
  8. Allow your woman to just be...
  9. Be silly… don’t take yourself so damn seriously...
  10. Fill her soul everyday…
  11. Be present...
  12. Be willing to take her sexually...
  13. Don’t be an idiot….
  14. Give her space…
  15. Be vulnerable… 
  16. Be fully transparent...
  17. Never stop growing together…
  18. Don’t worry about money...
  19. Forgive immediately...
  20. Always choose love...

These are many of the principles we apply in our marriage ... and remember, ladies, it's not just him that has to put work into it.  We all have a hand to play in keeping that flame burning brightly.

As I look forward to many more happy, blessed years with the hubster, I wish the same for you.  In whichever way it works for you.  But whatever you do, love like you're still dating. 

Much love,
Angelé xx


Monday, 5 January 2015

Happy New Year ... albeit a few days late ;)




Happy New Year my beauties.  I know I'm a few days overdue but what a jam packed few days it's been!

As with many, I like to use this time of year for reflection.  Deciding what it is I want from the new year ahead, things I want to achieve and what it is I want for myself and my family.  Each year a friend of mine challenges us to pick three words that mean something to us and apply it to the year ahead.  Last year I chose Surrender ♥ Abundance ♥ Service.

I tend to hang on to problems, tying myself up in knots over what I can/should/must do to solve them.  More often than not, this doesn't help, it just makes me ill and nothing positive ever comes out of it.  So last New Year's I resolved to surrender it up to my Higher Power and allow what would be, to be.  And what an enormous difference that made in my life, I'm happy to report.

Abundance was my next word.  And it covered a multitude of things for me: health, wealth, family time, me time, writing time, etc.  Unfortunately the last four months of 2014 came with an abundance of heartache and loss too.  But I guess one has to accept the good with the bad.

I can't honestly say that I got to be of service in 2014 but I did try and for that I've decided to give myself some credit and a break.  The little that I did manage to contribute I hope will have made a difference to those it reached.

This year I've decided that my three words will be Love ♥ Writing ♥ Success.

And now I put the challenge to you ... what will your words be in 2015?  Let me know?  I'd love to hear about it.

May your year ahead be filled with love, laughter, blessings and beautiful memories to last a lifetime.

Much love,
Angelé xx