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About the Book:
The Summer of Annah
A Midsummer’s Wish
Seasons of Annah Series
Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction
Publisher: River Lady Press
Date of Publication: June 10, 2016
Number of pages: 328
Word Count: 102,000
Cover Artist: Covers by Karen
“The true love I desire shall come to me. I am the lock he is the key. As mine to him, his soul shall speak to me. This I seek, so mote it be.”
When 55-year-old earth-witch, Annah-Belle Henderson, cast a spell for love she never envisioned her wish would be granted in the young nephew of her longtime friend. With a face that rivals the Norse god Thor, and a body to match, the charismatic Eric Ashworth draws Annah into a dizzying current of emotions. Should she accept the chance for love with a man twenty years younger or reject her feelings?
As a past darkness threatens to destroy her, Annah makes a decision that begins a journey fraught with judgement, betrayal, and perhaps death.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/wSTe12lUUBo
The orange head of the match ignited with a flash. Slender fingers held it under the dried kindling. Within seconds, the splintered wood was ablaze, licking up the sides of an oak log, triggering the release of rose-scented oil. Except for the glow cast by the blaze, darkness shrouded the night. Brown eyes peered out from beneath long black bangs. Dressed in white with a pale shawl wrapped around her shoulders, Annah resembled a specter—one who had traveled from outside the realm of the living to watch the dance of the flames. She held a single red rose—an offering for Aphrodite, the Goddess of love.
When the fire reached its fevered peak, she dropped the rose into the inferno and murmured, “Aphrodite, accept my gift as I cast my wish on this Midsummer’s Eve.” The rose stem coiled, and the petals withered under the heat of the hungry flames.
Annah slid her hand into the pocket of her pants and removed a piece of green paper, two cones of sandalwood incense, and five apple seeds. On the paper, in scarlet ink, were written the words to a love spell. “The true love I desire shall come to me. I am the lock he is the key. As mine to him, his soul shall speak to me. This I seek, so mote it be.”
To reinforce the spell two additional recitations were required. During the second reading, she allowed the paper to float onto the engulfed log. The incense cones and seeds followed as she recited the spell a final time. When Annah ended with ‘so mote it be’ a breeze swept through the fire pit and the flames extended scorching fingers toward the heavens. Her canine companion released a soft whimper. “Shh,” she whispered. “It’s okay, Lexy.”
Annah stared into the blaze. “Druids believe it’s possible to see the faces of loves and enemies in an enchanted fire. I wonder.” At first she saw just the ravenous flames but soon an image took shape. A smile emerged. Loving eyes peered back at her as one of the incense cones exploded, sending hot sparks into the perfumed air. The smile turned into a sneer as the wail of a lone coyote pierced the night, bristling her fifty-pound Australian Shepherd’s composure. A series of responding growls emanated from Lexy, but they did little to assuage the sense of unease that passed through Annah. She backed away from the chimenea and sat on the nearby stone bench. “Probably best to leave the fire reading to the Druids.”
Next to the bench rested a small wicker basket. Its contents, in addition to the bottle of rose oil, included a thermos, teacup, and her cell phone. Annah dropped the box of matches into the basket and withdrew her phone. With a swipe of the screen, she found the song she wanted to play. While the voice of Etta James accompanied her Annah opened the thermos and poured amber-colored liquid, still steamy and hot, into the cup. Before taking a sip, she raised it high, toasted the Goddess, and then bid the ashes that ascended into the starlit sky success as they delivered her wish. The current returned and spiraled within the fire. It carried the scented heat toward her, enveloping her in its warm embrace.
It was past one when Annah switched off the bedside lamp and lay in the darkened bedroom. Behind her bed, an open window granted access to the night air. A quiet breeze breathed life into the backyard’s wind chimes. Entering the room, it carried a subtle hint of sandalwood on its gentle waves. Circling Annah, it stroked her cheeks, softly caressing her lips. Entering that hazy place between dreams and reality, her mind gave shape to her last thought of the day. This will be my summer, a summer for true love.
Interview with the Author:
Tinthia Clemant, Author The Summer of Annah: A Midsummer’s Wish
What initially got you interested in writing?
I’ve been enthralled with love stories ever since I first saw Sleeping Beauty at the age of four. My parents took my siblings and me to the local I climbed up onto my father’s lap and entered the world of Princess Aurora, aka Briar Rose, her fairy godmothers and, of course, the handsome Prince Phillip. It was at that defining moment that my subconscious made two very important decisions—I wanted to find true love and I wanted to create marvelous stories about true love.
How did you decide to make the move into being a published author?
My decision to becoming a published author was simple. I wanted to share my stories.
However, I despise rejection. By now, one would think I’d be used to it after being divorced from the same man twice. Nevertheless, it still stinks. Going the traditional route provided visions of rejection letters stacked around empty containers of Chubby Hubby and I knew my blood sugar would spike to dangerous levels. In addition, I’m a control freak. Publishing myself affords me the opportunity to call the shots. It’s a great feeling.
What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?
Quite simply, I would like my readers to find friends in my characters and enjoy their brief respite away from the real world.
What do you find most rewarding about writing?
Writing, like other forms of creative activities, is about releasing your muse and letting her have at it! When my muse is by my side, the words flow and I’m able to get lost in the world I’m creating. The characters come out and play; they talk to me, whisper suggestions, and invite me into their minds and hearts. When all the pieces click, writing is freeing and thrilling. It’s a rush, to coin a phrase from my younger days. It’s on those days, when I walk away from my computer, that I embrace the challenge to finish the story and release it to the world.
What do you find most challenging about writing?
Writing, like other forms of creative activities, can involve a muse who refuses to work alongside you! My muse is fickle. Some days she’ll spit in my eye and wander off to eat ice cream. The characters demand solitude; they won’t talk to me, they whisper four-letter words, and close the doors to their minds and hearts. The pieces fall apart and I walk away from computer vowing never to write again. Thank goodness my muse always leaves me some ice cream.
What advice would you give to people who want to enter the field?
Never, never, never take criticism personally. Use comments and critiques to sharpen your skills. Also, write every day. Every single day! Even if the words are junk, write them down. You’re only going to improve by working on your skill. Remember what Raymond Chandler said about writing. “Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean it up every noon.”
What way can readers connect with you?
I love to hear from my readers. They can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I can be found lurking in the shadows of Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/tinthiaclemant
They can also find me on Twitter at https://twitter.com/riverladypress and Goodreads at https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15285933.Tinthia_Clemant
Thank you for this interview opportunity. Blessed be, Tinthia
About the Author:
Tinthia Clemant was born in Medford, Massachusetts, over sixty years ago. In other words, she’s old! As a child, she lived happily in a loving home with her three siblings and mother and father. She always wrote. From the time she first picked up a pencil, or perhaps it was a crayon, she wrote. Love stories. Happy stories. Stories about love with happy endings. Her first book was self-published. (At the tender age of seven, she stapled the pages together and presented it to her mother on Mother’s Day.)
As contemporary women’s fiction’s newest author, Tinthia fell in love with love stories and true love when she first learned about true love’s first kiss. That did it for her! Unfortunately, she has yet to find that special kiss. Throwing her arms up in defeat, she decided to write about it and live vicariously through her characters.
Tinthia lives on the banks of the Concord River and spends her time teaching science at a local community college, gardening, painting, feeding her multitude of Mallards (follow her natural history blog at: concordriverlady.com), reading, and, of course, writing contemporary women’s fiction about romance, relationships, and true love. She also enjoys Chunky Monkey and American Dream Cone and other enticing flavors produced by Ben and Jerry.