Here
are Carmen Stefanescu's #romantic ideas to rekindle the spark :
Learn a romantic foreign
language.
Take an intro-class together for a
language that neither of you speak - French, Italian,
Spanish or Romanian simply sound
romantic - and practice whispering sweet
nothings into each other’s ears, in that new language!
Cuddle up together in a horse-drawn
carriage ride.
You’ll probably feel like you are in a
romantic comedy, and that’s a good thing.
Read each other’s Tarot
Cards.
Take turns reading each other’s fortunes
using Tarot Cards. Even if you don’t believe in divination, it will make for
one fun evening spent together.
Go on a ghost tour
together.
Find the nearest ghost tour in your city
and head out on the adventure together. At least you’ll have someone’s hand to
hold onto should things start to get a little spooky.
Feed each other fondue at
home.
It really doesn’t get sexier than feeding
each other chocolate dipped strawberries.
Till Life Do Us Part
Author:
Carmen Stefanescu
Publisher:
Solstice Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Mystery,
Suspense, Reincarnation,
Release
date:
9th June 2016
Blurb
Barbara
Heyer can hear voices of dead people. They whisper of their deaths, seek
comfort for those left behind, and occasionally even warn her about future
events. But when Barbara’s brother, Colin, is accused of murder, it will take
more than her gift to prove his innocence.
Becoming
smitten with the handsome investigator, Detective Patrick Fischer, is a serious
complication given his assignment to her brother’s case. Barbara senses there
is something far deeper—and perhaps much older—than the surface attraction
between them. Could that be why she’s visited by a mysterious woman named Emma
in her dreams? Could past life regression tie all the seemingly unconnected
events together?
Barbara
and Patrick must overcome heartache to find the truth to save Colin, and
perhaps themselves.
Author
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.
Teacher of
English and German in her native country, and mother of two daughters, Carmen
Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel
world that of the books.
Several of her
poems were successfully published in a collection of Contemporary English
Poems, Muse Whispers vol.1 and Muse Whispers vol.2 by Midnight Edition
Publication, in 2001 and 2002.
Her 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.
You
can stalk the author here:
Trailer for Till Life Do Us Part: https://youtu.be/UbuntlWISc0
Buy
Links:
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Excerpt:
With a
determined stroke of her hand, Barbara applied a blob of scarlet paint on the
flower, a slender poppy swaying in the breeze in the middle of a yellow
wheatfield. She took a step back and admired the effect. It looked perfect in
the August sunlight. She’d received an order from the friend of an
acquaintance, whose wife loved flowers and owned a greenhouse, and the
miniature canvas now completed the set Barbara painted with the theme Seasonal Flowers.
Sighing, she
dipped the brush into another small pot of magenta paint and applied her
signature at the bottom of her painting.
A whisper came,
close behind her. “Beautiful!”
“Oh, Lord!”
Barbara cried, as she dropped the paintbrush. Splashes of magenta scattered all
over the floor. She turned her head to see the intruder, and to her
bewilderment, realized she was alone.
“Colin, is that
you? What kind of a joke is this? Are you in here? You’re frightening me.” She
raised her voice to be heard in the front room. No answer. She picked up the
paintbrush from the floor.
“Colin.” She
called louder, a tinge of worry in her voice.
The only answer
she received was a giggle coming from behind her. A tingling sensation swept
across the back of her neck, and her fingers tightened on the brush. She didn’t
turn her head again. No use for it. There would be no face in sight.
“Well, well,
well. Visitors,” she whispered, shaking her head.
My mom took me one day to see a field with poppies.
I touched their faces, though I didn’t pick them. Mommy said flowers cried when
people took them away.
“What do you
want from me? Who are you?” she asked, her voice steadier now, though she
didn’t need to speak aloud to her visitor. Talking in her mind always worked
well enough. There would be no harm from the one who spoke to her. A faint
greenish light glimmered on top of her canvas.
I’m Alfie. When you see my parents tell them,
please, I love them, and tell them not to cry for me anymore. I’m happy here
now.
Barbara’s
eyebrows shot up. Her thoughts asked, Do I know your parents? Who are they?
You painted those flowers for my mother, Sarah.
Sarah and Richard Andrews.
My goodness. Yes, indeed. Richard Andrews is the one
who ordered these made for his wife. I had no idea her name was Sarah or that
she had lost a son.
They did. Me. Alfie. I died last year. I ran for the
ball, out of our yard, and a speeding car ran over me. I’m in the spirit world
now. Tell them I didn’t suffer.
Barbara sighed
and put the paintbrush in a small tin beside the canvas. Oh, Alfie, I’m so
sorry for you and for your family. It’s always heartbreaking for parents to
lose their children. I’ll tell them what you want. I hope they don’t think I’m
crazy.
Promise me you’ll talk to them right away, please.
My mom grieves so much. She thinks it was her fault. She bought me that ball a
day before the accident. Tell her not to blame herself.
The small glimmering
light, like a fire fly, settled on the small address book near the telephone.
It was the only way she could see the spirits contacting her.
Thank you. Kathleen, for hosting my latest release!
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