If you've ever been to Portland, Oregon and driven at all around the city, then you've seen FOOD TRUCKS or what Portlandians call "carts". They are everywhere. And these little grab-and-go food supplies lend themselves to an overwhelming diversity of foods. We have everything anyone could imagine...and maybe more.
And if you know me, you know I like to bake and experiment with ...almost everything. So, I've been thinking about trying my hand at a food cart. Yep, my brother used to have a restaurant before he retired. And together, we've been talking about starting a little family venture. So, if in the next few months you start seeing posts about testing out recipes, you'll have an idea of what we're going to be doing.
So, keep your eyes open for some fancy food and maybe even a few fails as we test our ideas and our food.
Tracey Clark is my guest here today and she's sharing her latest work
Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel)
Here are a few treats for readers interested in Paranormal/Fantasy Romance (New Adult)
A blurb, a quick excerpt, some links for buying options and author info… and
Lastly… a fun little Q&A session with the main character Marin!!
Happy wordage everyone
An act of rebellion, Marin doesn't think that running into the new store in town will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know... right? One car wreck later, her aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday fighting for her life, and magic - the very thing her aunt has always sworn to be for fools - is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin's protection.
Kyland has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts, or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy, delicious morsel he would love to taste
Together Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they're lucky ... they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That's if Marin doesn't shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of control emotions.
Marin needed answers. Like why had they been targeted? The parking lot hadn’t exactly been lacking for vehicular violence victim contenders. There had been a group of at least four women, standing by their cars, chatting. If there was a target more deserving of vehicular rage, it had definitely been that group of women. They had finished shopping, and courtesy demanded that their parking spots were to be relinquished as soon as possible. Why not them?
The man—and Marin was only guessing that the driver was a man—had bypassed those without parking lot etiquette and zeroed in on Lindal. If she had continued her slow progress through the parking lot, would Marin be in this horrible room with its beeping monitors and bleached air instead of Lindal.
Staring down at her aunt’s unmoving form, Marin tried to find a place to rest her hand. She needed to touch her. She needed to know that the only person willing to take her in, after the death of her mother, was really here and still alive.
“They will find him, Lindal. He won't get away with this,” Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal's recovery.
Glancing up to keep tears from falling from her eyes, Marin noticed something swinging off of Lindal's oxygen line. “What the...” It looked like a Barbie doll with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature wore a loin cloth and sported some overly obvious male attributes. Was it wrong to be checking out the abs of someone no larger than a child’s toy?
His arms tugged and his muscles bunched as he attempted to make a knot in Lindal's oxygen line. His silver skin tone went beautifully with his tri-colored wings— a mix of light purple, maroon, and gold. The little man didn't seem to realize that Marin was staring at him.
“Stop,” Marin shouted. Dammit, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her voice. She also needed to go upstairs to the psych ward. Head trauma, shock, or hallucinations… something wasn’t right. If she told Lindal about this, her aunt would call her every kind of fool.
Hallucination or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings, pulled him from Lindal’s oxygen line, and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She finally had her figment’s attention. A striking, though small, pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.
“Well, answer me. What do you think you're doing?”
“Waiting for you, of course.”
“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. And she was now speaking to a figment of her imagination. Yep, she needed to be medicated.
The creature put its tiny fists on narrow hips. “A Sprite, of course. Don't you know anything? I have my work cut out for me.” Now she was being insulted by her imagination. Great.
“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said and tossed the little man with wings out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of Thorazine. Maybe both.
All About Tracey Clark!!
I am a country-twang gal from the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all their own, yummmm)… These are the genres that I love best. Oil paints, crafts, dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and writing into the dead of night… this I my life!!!
To Find out more about Tracey here are some links…
Interviewer: You’ve had quick the introduction to the Fae world, Marin… Can I call you Marin..
Marin (reddened cheeks): Uhh… sure… I mean, that’s what most people call me… Kyland has been call me, Minzet, but I’m pretty sure that’s something just between us since it means Sweet One… but…yeah… Marin would be best.
Interviewer (light chuckle): Great. Well, I nice to finally get to sit down with us… and as the new Princess to the Fae people, with such an odd upbringing… the Fae would love to know a little pit about you… Tell us a little bit about day to day life in the royal world…
Marin: Pfft… Most of the time I think they have the wrong girl… I mean… I was home schooled, and have worked at Finder’s Keepers since I turned 17… for the past four years I have been slipping into Finder’s Trances in order to locate everything from pets to abduction victims… from car keys to family heirlooms… it sounds like important work but really, I mostly had to pull a bunch of information together so that other Finder’s could go out on Mission to locate whatever the client had misplaced…
Interviewer: That sounds like important work to me… also, something that would take a toll on your emotions… do you have someone to cuddle up to at night to help you get through the day???
Marin (Cheeks now flaming red): Kyland… he came out of nowhere and changed my life… and he doesn’t even mind when I accidentally shock him with this new power that has a tendency to get out of control when I’m upset…
Interview: …. (shuffles through questions) … (scoots chair back and grits her teeth)… What goals and hardships do you face… what do you want for the Fae?? I mean… what are your plans to keep the Fae community safe?? (scoots back a little further…)
Marin (head cocked to the side): I’m still learning about the Fae world.. but I would say my goal is to keep as many people safe as I can… (fists clench) … if the evil Fae, those Danshue ********… sorry for my language, but if they would just stop getting in the way, I could learn a little faster… someone needs to stop the Danshue before this community I’m just getting to know dies out…
Sparks light up on Marin’s hands, but Interviewer merely gets a white
Knuckled grip on her set and continues…
Interviewer: One final questions and we will let you get back to your new duties as Princess… Can you tell us what fears you are facing in this new chapter of your life???
Marin: … (Deep Breath…) Lindal… that the woman that pretended to be my only family, that kidnapped me as a child (sparks on her fingertips) … that she will find a way to finish what she started… (more sparks) … that she will find a way to hurt the people I am coming to care about… that she will hurt KYLAND … (small explosion blowing out all the lights)
Interview warily pulls herself up out of the floor, where she dove to avoid flying glass…
Interview(voice shaky) : Alright… I think that’s all we have time for… thanks for stopping by Princess…
Nash is trying to make a name for himself in the art world…
But when he meets a realtor to buy a gallery, he is stunned
to find Chloe sitting at the table with the man. He has never stopped thinking
about her since she disappeared from his life without a trace. Is it too late
to win back her love?
Chloe has finally found a way to leave her past behind her…
But her heart leaps out of her chest when she sees Nash. How
can he be here? Now…after all this time? On the surface, she pulls herself back
together. But underneath she feels she is about to shatter. After remaking
herself, how can she deal with being faced with Nash and the life she knew
If this chance meeting doesn’t rip Chloe and Nash apart, he will.
Little do they know, someone has been lurking in the shadows,
manipulating them all along. If he has his way, the two will never be reunited.
Even if he has to take one of them out to ensure it.
her—I couldn’t help but notice—well-manicured hand daintily into mine. “Yes,
um, Nash. Good to see you, too,” she replied, tripping over her words like a
circus clown climbing into the ring. I slid into the booth across from her,
taking in the deep fuchsia, silk blouse, unbuttoned far enough to offer up the
tantalizing curves of her bosom, and the snug, little black blazer she wore on
top of it, sharply cut to accent that shapely figure as well. She stared at me,
her mouth agape, for several seconds—her beautiful eyes wide, but
unreadable—then dropped her gaze to the table cloth, focusing intently on the
darkening ring her sweating glass of ice water left.
half-listened to Jack as he rambled on about some property or other, but my
eyes kept drifting expectantly to Chloe, unable to believe, after all these
years, that she sat across from me, our knees close to touching under the
table, my heart racing away, with me hanging on for dear life. How many
pictures in my portfolio were of her? Nudes, profiles, and just vibrant,
swirling colors which represented the confused emotions she often brought out
in me… I gave my attention briefly to Jack.
your price-range, but it needs a little work…”
trying to appear engaged, before again sliding my gaze to Chloe. This time, as
I looked, her gaze flitted up to mine and held for a second. I was surprised to
see tears in her eyes, and utter disbelief and confusion. She glanced down
again and her tremulous hand reached for the water glass. She took a sip, and
then seemed to center herself, because the next time she raised her eyes, they
were smiling falsely, appearing distant and disconnected, as if she had turned
off a switch deep inside her. And I was amazed by how seemingly effortless it
was for her; she didn’t show an ounce of emotion throughout the rest of the
meal. I got the feeling this detachment was much more the standard for her; the
brief bit of genuine feeling I glimpsed in her was what was a rarity, as far as
Chloe Carmichael went, that is.
I wished it
were as easy for me. My insides were a tangled up heap of mismatched socks. I
was both excited and terrified, love-sick and car-sick, my stomach lolling
about like a puppy in freshly mown grass. I barely ate a bite of my
fifteen-dollar steak sandwich.
“So… How do
you two know each other?” Jack asked, filling up the awkward silence I
accidentally let descend on the table, intent as I was on trying to calm my
nerves while still basking in Chloe’s nearness. The realtor was unable to keep
the hint of jealous suspicion out of his voice. He looked from me to Chloe,
licking his lips.
up, as if having been prodded with a stick. “Oh. We grew up together. Yes, Nash
is an old family friend.” She said the last with a trace of bitterness on her
sweet tongue. Neither of us elaborated further, but even Jack could read the
tension between us like storm clouds rolling in to block the morning sun.
By the time
the meal was over, I agreed to see any number of properties the following
afternoon, hoping to put an end to the painful conversation as soon as possible,
wanting to get Chloe alone. I excused myself finally, making up some lame story
about a lawyer’s appointment, and left. I chanced a glance back as I left the
room, wishing to catch those breathtaking green eyes again, but Chloe only
stared blindly at her water glass, while Jack examined her with a frown.
MJ is a lunch lady in the heart of Central Illinois. My gosh!
Can you get more folksy than that? She met her husband at the University of
Missouri-Columbia and now she has a nineteen-year-old (how did that happen?)
and seventeen year old triplets! She loves to read, karaoke (where she can
pretend she is a rock star) and spends WAY too much time on Facebook. She grew
up in St. Louis and still has family there.
Favorite place to visit- no question, our treehouse! Nash’s
and mine. Well, it’s not exactly
ours, unless you count squatter’s rights. We sort of…appropriated it. Significant other- none. Significant
or not. Worst fear or nightmare- someone
touching the real me. Favorite food- it’s gotta be za.
Pizza, that is. And chocolate. Or maybe chocolate coated pizza. Now that’s an
idea! Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between?-
money actually doesn’t mean much to me. All I need is enough to pay my
bills and occasionally get a new outfit. Even when I do get a new outfit, you
can bet it’s an affordable one and not some designer piece.
Book blurb:Kia Deering is a normal
teenage girl looking forward to celebrating her 18th birthday in style. What
she didn't anticipate was the revelation that would change her life beyond
The Goddess Assaie fell for a human and gave up everything, including her
identity, to be with him, sacrificing everything she ever knew in the name of
When Kia discovered she was a descendant of the Goddess she had a year to
embrace all that it meant or to turn her back on her destiny forever.
Kia had always believed herself to be ordinary but now she was extraordinary
she had no idea if she could handle the potential of the power within her.
Perhaps the handsome young man she meets in a nightclub could be the
distraction she needed, or perhaps he will open up a whole new set of questions
“A pantheonic love story with several
twists on the theme, I can highly recommend this first novel by this author”
“Amazing book from start to end”
“I shall be recommending it to my friends”
Events from the past come together, in this fantastical romance, to change the
present and nothing will ever be the same again, for any of them.
Read D E Howard's début novel Assaie's
Gift and follow a love that began in another era.
Author info:D E Howard was born and raised in the small seaside town of
Southport where she still resides. Enjoying writing for most of her adult life
she only recently decided to turn her ideas into books. Part time gardener
(just at home!), part time dog walker (for a crazy cairn terrier) and part time
author she still has time for a full time job. Work pays the bills but writing
feeds the soul. Her second book “Spirit of the Book” will be out soon.
While Sofia fumbled in her bag for her mobile
phone Kia raced around to the front of the car. From the back seat she hadn't
been able to see the other vehicle which it appeared they had hit side on,
crushing both the driver's door and the front of the taxi.The driver, and sole occupant, of the other
vehicle was motionless, blood covering his face as it ran freely from a large
cut in his forehead.
“Are you all right?” She shouted, the driver's
eyes flickering open in acknowledgement. “It's okay, we've called an
ambulance... just stay where you are.”
Racing around to the driver's side of the taxi
Kia stopped dead, the taxi driver was sprawled across the road before the car,
his leg at a painfully unnatural angle, his body bloodied from the many cuts he
sustained from the windscreen's glass. The thing that made Kia stop and take a
deep breath however were his eyes, they were now wide open and staring up at
the sky unblinking, they showed no sign of life.
Approaching him slowly Kia took some deep
steadying breaths, she had taken a few first aid courses in college but nothing
could have prepared her for this.
“Hello?” She said as she crouched down beside
him. “Hello can you hear me?”
Getting no reaction Kia reached out a hand and
gently shook the taxi driver's shoulder.
“Hello?” She said again, already knowing that it
was too late for him to ever hear her again but unable to stop trying. “Please
be all right... hello?”
Kneeling down closer to the driver Kia leaned
over, holding her hair back, as she tried to listen for any sounds of breath
but there were none, his eyes still stared lifelessly at the sky.
“What do I do?” Kia said quietly to herself as
tears began to fill her eyes. This was not the way her birthday was supposed to
end and she was certain that the taxi driver hadn't anticipated such a final
end to his evening either.
Unable to do anything else Kia took hold of the
driver's hand gently and closed her eyes. It didn't seem right to just leave
She didn't notice the burning sensation in her
palm at first as her body was already full of aches from the collision but
after a few minutes it was impossible to ignore and her eyes shot open to look
down at the hand that held onto that of the driver. Kia wasn't certain but she
thought she could see a strange white glow around their hands and then, as quickly
as it started, the pain faded away and seconds later so did the glow.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts Kia
decided she was imagining things due to the stress of the accident.
Then the driver began to cough.
“What happened?” He asked, rubbing his free hand
over his face as he straightened the leg that moments ago had seemed
“Accident,” Kia said, unable to form any more
coherent words than that, relief flooding her body at the sound of the
ambulance sirens rapidly approaching.
Time to get to know a little more about Kia
Deering with this questionnaire:
1. Nickname:My name is a little short to do much with, but friends do sometimes just
call me “K”
2. Job: I'm currently a student, I was going to get a part time job to help out
but mum wouldn't hear of it.
3. Level of schooling, or self-taught: That's still ongoing!
4. Birthdate: August 19th-
summer birthdays are the best
5. Birthplace: A little town you wouldn't have heard of – nowhere very exciting
6. Currently residing in: Still living at home with my mum
7. Favourite type of pet: I don't have one myself, but who can resist a puppy?
I have to have a cuddle any
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