Thursday, January 17, 2019

A LOVE AFFAIR with a beautiful old building... A Bestselling Memoir New Release by John Searancke RT @JohnSearancke #KindleDeal #RPBP #ASMSG

 A LOVE AFFAIR WITH AN OLD BUILDING...
The Reluctant Hotelkeeper 

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bestselling author John Searancke
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Published: December 2018
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A rescue mission originally thought of as lasting for a year or two turned into a 35 year lifetime love affair with a beautiful old building.

There were to be battles royal with neighbours not wanting their status quo to be altered, and with the local fire authority who sought to impose draconian new safety measures.

John Searancke came to the role of hotelkeeper almost accidentally, and most definitely with much reluctance. After his parents' marriage fell apart, he was dragooned in, at the age of 22, to pick up the pieces of their new venture, a barely-trading country house hotel that had, frankly, seen better days. Not only was it posting an annual loss, but the fabric of the building was crumbling and there was no money left to make improvements.

Over the years, and with the steepest of learning curves, the grand old building was renovated and transformed to meet the requirements of the modern discerning traveller. Accolades for the hotel and its restaurant were won; together they became a well-regarded destination for a number of celebrities - and those that deemed themselves to be celebrities but were not. Stories abound featuring idiosyncratic guests, overbearing public bodies, fractured family life and animals of all shapes and sizes. The local fire station next door was demolished one foggy night, people were frightened by flying dogs and snakes in the long grass, and there were, as befits a country house, strange goings on in the night. Many were the guests who checked in who really should not have been seen together.

This is a tribute to all the people behind the scenes who helped to make the hard-won transformation into a great success.
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Meanwhile, for my part, I recalled the tale of how one morning, on the way to the new kitchen, and walking through what remained of the old original hotel kitchen, I thought that I had been transported into another lifetime, a cross between Dante’s Inferno and a Victorian Christmas. I had stopped dead in my tracks.

There at the far end of the room was an unrecognisable person covered almost entirely in feathers. Any feathers not attached to that person were swilling around the room like a cloud, all but obscuring the far doorway, before landing softly to form a light covering on the floor tiles, much as I imagine the interior of a duvet to be.

On closer inspection, the mystery person turned out to be my mother! What had got into her mind I do not know, but she had, unbeknownst to anyone else, decided that her contribution to that particular Christmas was going to be the plucking of all of the pheasants that had just been delivered. Swooping on the box of birds and snatching them away from the hapless potboy, she maneuvered herself into a spare space, which happened to be adjacent to the top of a chest freezer. Clearly, tidiness was not going to be her watchword during this process. Feathers were pulled out, legs and heads were chopped off with gay abandon, and finally, the right hand was plunged into the bloody interior, emerging clutching a large handful of intestines, slimy heaps of which adorned the top of the freezer. Cleaning up after her was a bit of a trial, but I was glad that she had made the effort. I suppose that she could identify that with long bygone times and tasks that she had undertaken all those years ago.
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About John Searancke
John Searancke is restaurant reviewer for the Tenerife newspaper Island Connections. Born in 1943 at Derby Royal Infirmary, a war baby, he lived his early life in Ashby-de la-Zouch and was sent away to be educated at Kings Mead Preparatory School, Seaford and afterwards at Rugby School. Later commissioned into the Territorial Army, he has been variously a director of a light engineering company, an hotel and restaurant owner, director and chairman of a marketing consortium, and latterly a partner with his wife in a commercial legal services company. He has enjoyed working in England and Switzerland and has homes in England and northern Tenerife, where he now lives with his wife Sally.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

ATTENTION READERS! New Release available for $1 at all online bookstores! Play The Game by Karen J. Mossman RT @KarenJMoss #Readers #ebooks #IARTG

Play the Game: An Electric Eclectic Book
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Karen J. Mossman
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Social Issues/Family Life
Suitable for Young Adults & Adults

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"Loved this.

Once again Karen J Mossman spins an exciting and well-told story, this time her tale is woven into the high life of football, not the American one, but real British football.

This is a love/hate/love story where two hearts from different worlds collide, I'll say no more, you'll have to read the book yourself to find out what happens.

This story is one of the amazing Electric Eclectic books, shorter works designed to introduce readers to authors narration and style. I am certain, once you have read Play the Game, you will want to seek out Karen's prime books too.
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Sometimes when your self esteem is low, it takes a special someone to build it up again.

Coping with a past tragedy, Stella lives on hope in the present. She plays the game and hopes that one day her dad will get well and return to the father he once was and could be again.

Wandering the streets at night, she knows it can be dangerous and yet Stella cannot stop.

Kelly sees Stella is lost and can tell she's keeping something from him. He doesn’t want to scare her by telling her who he really is.

Shame is something hard to hide as Stella tells her own story. 

Can Kelly save Stella, and will she finally reveal the truth? Then in one final twist, their fate will finally be sealed?

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Down by the arches, underneath the fly over I handed out sandwiches. “Here you are, here you go,” I repeated to bundles of blankets.

“Thanks,” muffled replies responded. 

The noise of traffic from above didn’t matter to those sleeping rough. As I held my hand out with another, ‘Here you go,’ an arm shot out and a hand locked around my wrist. I squealed and tried to pull back but the grip was firm. 

A shadowy figure rose in front of me.

“Hello little girl,” said a voice as I tried to wrench my arm back again. He was wearing a tatty black woolen coat with sleeves that were too short revealing grimy hands. His hair was thick and matted, sticking up like a perm gone wrong. His beard was also matted and his wild eyes told me he was on something. I gasped, my heart racing, my mouth suddenly dry.

“I eat little girls,” he said stepping out of the darkness as I stepped backwards.

“Let go, please let go,” I whimpered, knowing he wasn’t going to.

“Come with me, little precious.” He pulled me to the black shadows of an old building.

“No, please. Stop! Let go! Let go!” My pleading fell on deaf ears.

Out of the darkness came a voice. “Let her go.”

Pivoting round, my captor growled, “Says who?” 

“Let her go,” the voice said again.

There was a movement, and another voice joined him. “Leave her alone, we said.”

“Oh yeah, two of you now. Wanna take me on, do you?” The man’s eyes lit up. “I’m up for a good fight.”

Looking round wildly, I couldn’t see anything. I was so terrified, I sobbed.
I clutched my red shoulder bag and glanced down at my matching shoes. I felt good in my outfit. With this handsome guy by my side, what could go wrong? 

The minute the door opened, I knew I’d made a mistake. The other women were all casually dressed. Tailored jeans and cut off pants with smart casual shoes. 

Kelly did the introductions, and I shook hands with them all. I knew they were judging me, I could see it in their eyes; this stupid overly dressed girl 

Their dazzling false smiles told me they’d had their teeth done. A row of false eyelashes, molded brows, and painted nails stood in front of me with blouses and tops that were made of silk and cashmere. My stomach dropped.
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About The Author
Karen J Mossman lives on the lovely Isle of Anglesey just off the north Wales coast. “We have everything here, beautiful beaches, mountain views and stunning countryside.” Not bad for a girl brought up in the city. “The simple pleasures of walking my dogs in so many nice places has many health benefits. Being retired means that I can indulge in all the things I enjoy doing, including writing books.”

This is Karen’s 14th book, and part of the Electric Eclectic brand of books, novelettes aimed at introducing readers to new authors. They are also ideal for those who love to read but don’t have a lot of time. Besides her five Electric Eclectic books, Karen also has The Decade Series, four books set in the 70s, 80s, 90s and 00s. The Themed Collection is three books and finally Just Stories has two.

Karen has been married for almost 40 years and has two children and three grandchildren.

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Saturday, August 25, 2018

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Claire Freemont finds herself stuck with the one man she’d rather avoid, Mike Bellamy. He lost his wife and unborn child years ago, but his heart still bears the scar. If only she could stop her attraction to the taciturn bar owner! When a severe winter storm shuts down the local roads and highways Claire is left stranded!
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Fallon kept life easy because all that mattered was to protect her family as pack leader. Love for a mate only creates heartache, something she’s had to live with since Gavin left the pack.
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Tuesday, August 21, 2018

A delightful Collection! Get yours NOW! RT @KarenJMoss @mdaly_margaret #kindle #RPBP #ASMSG

In conjunction with the website Magic of Stories, UK author Karen J. Mossman brings you this delightful collection of short stories and poetry.

Karen is a multi genre author and within these pages you’ll find forty six stories in different formats. A selection of paranormal, humor, romance, horror, science fiction and much more. Delve into these pages and get lost in a magical world.

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Publication Date: August 20, 2018

The Black-Eyed Boy

Mary looked round the drawing room with satisfaction. A couple of armchairs were next to a roaring fire and a grandfather clock ticked in the corner. It looked cozy and fresh. She had been dusting and cleaning all afternoon and now it was ready. Walking over to the French windows she looked out at the garden and woods. Wisps of fog wrapped around the trees and hovered over the lawn in the early evening light. She could see how it lingered over the lake, as if hiding its secrets.

For a moment her mind drifted to Peter working alongside the water in the gardens. She imagined him raking the leaves and placing them in a wheelbarrow. He would wink at her as he worked. His handsome face, dark hair, and even darker eyes used to make her heart melt.

The sound of the doorbell jolted her back to the arrival of Captain James Threadgold, her father’s latest guest. He was standing in the doorway, straight and tall with a suitcase at his feet.

“Good Afternoon. Miss Arnold.”

 “Hello, she said accepting his offered hand. “Please come in and welcome to Ardmillan.”

 “Thank you, I’m looking forward to a bit of peace and quiet.” He took off his hat and picked up his suitcase and followed her down the hallway.

“This is your bedroom and through that door is the bathroom.”

“It looks very comfortable,” he said gazing around.

My father and I have a separate lounge across the hall and the kitchen is the door opposite, which you are welcome to use."

“Very kind of you,” he said wandering to the window to look at the gardens. “Impressive lawns and is that a lake at the back?”

Mary rubbed her neck nervously. “Yes, but I wouldn’t go there, it’s dangerous.”  The fog was already lifting.

Half an hour later she returned with a tray of freshly brewed tea and a home baked cake. James had changed and was now seated by the fire with a newspaper on his lap. As she entered, he stood and took the tray from her.

“I know about the circumstances that have brought you here and I’m sorry,” she said. “Losing your wife in such a terrible manner must have been difficult.”

 "It was. Thank you for your consideration. It’s a jolly good place to recuperate. Is it just you and your father here?"

 "Yes, He's ex-army too. Now the war is over he offers it as a refuge to soldiers like yourself to recuperate. Anyway, he’ll introduce himself to you later.”

 “Good. Thank you.”

“If there’s anything you need please ask. Oh, and how would you like me to address you? Captain?”

“James is fine. I’m not a captain anymore.”

“All right. And I'm Mary.”

He smiled, and she left.
 
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Over the next week, she saw little of him as he kept himself to himself, although he often joined her father for a nightcap.

“Hello, James, can I get you anything?” she asked as he hovered in the kitchen doorway.

“I was looking for a bit of company actually.”

She smiled. “Of course. Sit at the table and you can watch me finish this pie if you like. It’s for supper this evening.”

“Game pie, by any chance?”

“Yes, fresh this morning.”

“I thought I heard gun shots. Your father is very sprightly for his age.”

“Yes, he keeps himself in good shape. He says it keeps the old bones going.” James smiled. "You have a nice smile James, and it’s probably not been used much of late has it?”

“I’ve had nothing to smile for.”

“Can I offer you some tea, or perhaps something stronger?”

“I wouldn’t mind a brandy, if you’ll keep me company?”

“I think I will,” she said washing and drying her hands before leaving the room and returned with a bottle of cognac and two glasses. She set them down in front of him.

He poured the amber liquid and handed her a glass. “Ardmillan is a lovely place to live.  Have you always lived here?”

“I was born in the room you’re sleeping in, but since I lost my mother, it’s been lonely. I think that’s why my father brings home lodgers.”

“Grief makes you lonely,” he said staring in the glass. It somehow changes the way we are, don’t you think? I never thought it would come to me, not like it did. Not after the war had finished.”

“It won’t get any worse than this,” she whispered, feeling his pain.

“Won’t it?”

“It won’t.” She smiled.

He looked at her and his eyes were angry although his tone wasn’t. “Violence is not the way you expect to lose someone. How can we come through the war unscathed only for some crazed idiot, a damn blasted drunken fool…” He drained his glass and refilled it. He downed the second one, then got to his feet looking anguished. “I’m sorry. Oh, and tell that blasted boy to keep away from my window!”

He strode out of the room leaving Mary staring after him.

The following day as she cycled back from the village with her shopping, she saw James with a hiking stick and walking shoes.

“Good afternoon,” she called as she passed and stopped a little ahead. “Good walk?”

“Yes, damn fine. Beautiful countryside.”

“Yes, it’s remained untouched by the war.”

“Listen, I want to apologize for my abominable behavior last night.”

“It’s all right. It’s all part of the healing process.”

“I had no right to speak to you like that. Please accept my apologies.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for, honestly.”

“Here, let me take your bike, you can have my walking stick.”

Mary smiled, “Fair exchange, I’d say.”

, At the house, he stood the bike against the wall and carried her shopping into the kitchen. She thanked him and just as he was going back into the drawing room, she called after him.

“James, what boy were you talking about last night?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, some black-eyed boy in the garden cutting ivy.”

Mary felt a sharp stinging sensation in her nose. She had no idea how she came to be lying on the drawing room settee with her father holding the smelling salts and James looking on anxiously.

“She’s coming round.” said the Major.

“What happened?” She touched her head as the room swayed a little.

“Here sip this.” James said, handing her a glass of water. 

“You fainted, darling,” said the Major.

“I’m so sorry,” she said with embarrassment.

“Should we call a doctor?” James asked.

“No, no, I’ll be fine in a moment,” she said sitting up and sipping the water. Then she remembered.

 “James! The black-eyed boy?”

“I’m sorry I mentioned it now.”

“Black-eyed boy?” Her father frowned.

“It’s nothing, Dad.” Mary blurted. She got to her feet, the two men holding her elbows, as she steadied herself. “I’m fine, really.”

Later that evening as she listened to the radio at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, there was a tap on the door.

“I seem to have done it again to you, haven’t I? Damned rude of me.”

“Not at all, James,” she said getting her feet. “Can I get you some tea, it’s freshly brewed?”

“I’ll pour, you stay there.” He opened the cupboard and took out a cup and saucer. Helping himself to milk he held up the teapot “Top up?”

“Yes, please.”

“You still look a trifle pale.”

“I’m all right.”

“What did I say that upset you so much?” He poured the tea and sat down.

“Tell me about the black-eyed boy.”

“I hope I didn’t offend you or him when I told him to bugger off.”

Mary swallowed, “Did he speak to you?”

“Not really. I’m afraid I was quite rude considering he was a good listener.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yesterday after we talked, I went back to my room and opened the French doors. He was there in the garden. I did think it strange at that time of night, but I was a bit upset myself, I wasn’t thinking properly.”

“What did he say?”

"Nothing, he just listened. Strange now I come to think about it.” He stopped speaking as he saw her face. “What’s the matter?”

Mary’s eyes had filled with tears. “James, he’s not there.”

“What do you mean?”

She swallowed and was about to speak when they heard her father coming up the hall. “Please don’t mention it in front of him.”

 “Now what are you two youngsters up to?” he asked entering the room.

James got to his feet. “Nothing Sir, just a little night time refreshment. The tea’s still fresh if you would like me to pour you a cup.”

The major looked at his daughter with a slight frown, “Mary, you still look pale.”

She gave him a patient smile. “I’m fine, just a little tired.”

“Then you should go to bed.”

“I will shortly. We’re just having a night cap.”

James poured another drink out and handed it to him.

“Thank you.” Her father put in a spoonful of sugar and stirred. “Well don’t be too long. It will be cold tonight and you need to be wrapped up in bed before it sets in. Good night.”

When he had gone James said. “Are you telling me I’ve been talking to a ghost?”

“I know it sounds preposterous. But yes, Peter is a ghost. I haven’t told my father because he would say it was a load of twaddle.”

“I can hardly believe it. Why would a ghost be here?”

“Because this was where he worked. When I first saw him, it terrified me. But I now know he's harmless.”

“But I spoke to him and he was listening.” James was shaking his head.

 “That’s what he does, just listens. Never speaks. I would talk to him too, about my mother.”

“What happened to her?”

“She drowned herself in the lake.” Tears threatened just as they always did when she thought about the terrible affair.

“I’m so sorry, Mary.” He touched her hand “Sometimes it helps to talk about it, as I've discovered.”

She let out a long breath. “She was having an affair with the gardener, Peter. Father found out and it devastated us both. Peter was sent away.”

“To war?”

“No, he was flat footed and so he couldn’t join up. Instead he worked on people’s gardens, mainly here. Father gave him his marching orders, of course. When his leave was over, he thought he had sorted it all out, but Peter came back.” James said nothing, as she continued. “I began seeing Peter around again and one day I came home from school to find Father had returned. Unexpectedly it seems. There had been some sort of fight and Peter rushed out nursing his jaw and mother was crying.”

 “It must have been dreadful.”

“All night father ranted, and mother wept. The following day she jumped in the lake.”

“I am so sorry,” he said again.

Mary put both palms on her cheeks. “Nobody knew that I loved Peter too. He was so kind to me.”

“Good Lord, you’ve kept that to yourself all this time?”

She nodded.

“You poor thing, that’s an awful secret to keep. What happened to Peter?”

She shook her head and closed her eyes. “Some dreadful accident in the woods; I don’t really know.”

“I thought Jane’s death was the worst thing to happen, but now I don't know.”

“It was, for you. She was your life; you must have loved her very much.”

“I did. We were walking home when some drunk wanted to pick a fight with a soldier and I was it. Jane tried to intervene. She was like that, tough as old bricks. She hit her head on the wall and died instantly.”

“That’s terrible. Was he charged?”

“He ran off before the MPs could get there.”

Mary looked aghast. “He got off?”

"No, he was found dead some days later."

“That’s terrible!” she gasped.

“Saved the cost of a Court Marshal I suppose, but at least Jane died loving me. I’d hate to think she roamed somewhere, her spirit as unsettled as Peter's.”

Mary nodded. “I must go to bed now, I’m exhausted.”

“I’m leaving in the morning. It’s time I got my life back together again. Now the war has finished, I have to find myself a job.”

“I understand.”

“I’d like to come back here and see you.”

“Yes, I’d like that too. We’ve both been through a lot, James. I feel it’s helped us to talk about it, don’t you think?”

He picked up her hand and kissed it. “I do. Goodnight, Mary.”

The following day as James packed his suitcase and said goodbye to Mary. As he walked up the road, the major caught up with him.

“Well, old chap, it’s been good having you here.”

They shook hands. “It’s been my pleasure.”

 They turned and smiled at Mary who waved from the door before going inside. “She’s seen Peter, too.”

“I thought so. Damned blighter! I don’t need a resident ghost.”

“He’s a lost soul, she knows that.” 

The major nodded. “You will be back then?”

“Yes, sir. She’s a fine girl. A man has to look after his family and I’ll not forget what you did for me.”

“An eye for an eye, captain.” He held out his hand. “Goodbye, old chap.”


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Saturday, July 7, 2018

Can they rekindle the love they once had? Joanna's Destiny by @KarenJMoss #KindleUnlimited #NewRelease #RomanticSuspense #Giveaway

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Struggling with the past, Joanna can’t forget the love she lost and the man who broke her heart. During the summer at a rock festival, Joanna meets him again. Niko is now an international rock star. Can they put the past behind them and rekindle the love they once had?

Mike stood by her when no one else did, but Niko still wants her. Joanna becomes entangled in a web of lies and deceit. Niko is the love of her life, but she cannot leave Mike in confusion and betrayal.

In Joanna’s Destiny, she has some fun times in France and mingles with the stars in Montreux. With a backdrop of music and fashion, emotions and friendships are tested. But her love for Niko never falters, showing that love can conquer all, but at what cost?

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