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‘Get Stuffed’ Thanksgiving Short @PeaceNovellas

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Thanksgiving kicks off in Peace!

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This is the first time that Devan will have had anything to do with the celebration of Thanksgiving. Being  born and bred in Britain, he is experiencing something rather new and different as he makes his home on Peace. Montana. There will not doubt be some new traditions developed as Devan continues to build his life in Oakview.

 

Get Stuffed

2017 Copyright Punam Farmah

 

You didn’t shoot the damned thing, now did you?” Aditi’s words rose to a squeaky crescendo of incredulity.
Devan tutted, shaking his head. “God, no!” he exclaimed. He had moved his ‘phone from his ear slightly. There was a sharp scratchiness in Aditi’s voice.. “I just drove out to the farm; must have window shopped for at least forty minutes,” he continued closing the ‘fridge with his elbow. He was making tea and needed milk. “Did my best to look for the one that looked the least psychopathic-”
“I want that one!” squeaked Aditi; she was now chortling quite loudly over the line.
“Pretty much,” Devan agreed. “Waited in the café type place; I read the paper whilst it was, you know, despatched.” He pulled a face at the thought of the turkey being sent to meet its maker. He was a dipped in the wool omnivore, but had never thought about what went into killing his dinner before. “All I wanted was fresh turkey. I wasn’t going to get a frozen butterball thing that if I got it wrong, would give me food poisoning.”
Aditi was now laughing almost uncontrollably; her chortling crackled across the miles between them. “Food poisoning versus ethical eating, you’ve lost me on this one,” she said drawing in a deep breath to compose herself. “I once tried to go vegan, only I fell down at scrambled eggs and a full English.”
Devan chuckled quietly as he filled a kettle with freshly drawn water. “That I remember,” he stated placing the kettle on its base and dropping a tea bag into a mug that he had set aside on the worktop. “I deliberately asked you how you wanted your eggs.”
“Wasn’t the eggs entirely, sweetheart,” Aditi chimed in. “I caught the scent of smoked bacon wafting up the stairs from the kitchen, and that was it. It was Goodnight, Vienna. What is your plan then; this turkey day a dry run for Christmas, proper?”
“Sort of,” he replied. “I didn’t plan to use it all, since it’s just me home alone. Might do now, though, all this talking of food. I’m here, you’re all the way over there.” Devan let out a deep, resigned sigh. As he exhaled, he felt the twang of his figurative heart strings. “Christmas proper, would have you being here. You, I would roast the whole stupid thing for, throw in the trimmings. This turkey day is all about being thankful. Thankful, and not in the typical, British, stiff upper lip, tea and biscuits way either.
Devan jabbed a teaspoon into the teabag that swirled around in his mug. Unscrewing the top of a milk bottle, he poured a splash into his tea, stirring it until golden. Clinking against the ceramic, the sound of the teaspoon briefly punctured the silence between them.
“Is there much going on in town?” asked Aditi, her words gently breaking what felt like a cloying heaviness.
“Probably,” Devan replied, lifting his mug to his lips and noisily taking a mouthful. “I haven’t got a clue to be honest. My plan is to stay at home, watch all the Thanksgiving movies that I can find. Eat myself into oblivion; drink my way through leftover bubbles.”

“Hardly thankful then!” shrilled Aditi; there was even a rather loud snort of derision. That’s moping, Devan. You made it through Halloween, give this a shot too. Try being thankful properly. Be thankful, that you and I claimed one another. Be thankful, that the nurses at St.Vincent’s didn’t brain you for being a stroppy patient. Be thankful that you are happy, healthy and have a home in Peace. Dunk that biscuit in your tea, Coultrie.”
“Now that’s an idea,” Devan laughed and put his hand to the biscuit barrel next to the kettle. “And yes, dear, no, dear; whatever you say, dear. Oh, look, a gingersnap.” Smiling to himself, Devan did as he was told. He dunked the biscuit and munched half of it. “I am thankful for all of the above; especially for the item at the top.”
He heard Aditi stifle a yawn across the line. “You, Ms.Rao,” continued Devan, the second half of the gingersnap dunked and thrust into his mouth. He took a moment to savour the flavour being gulping it away. “I’m thankful, and for you. I don’t think I have ever been so thankful for a fellow human being.”
“Not just a fellow human,” tutted Aditi, suddenly sounding very awake. “I’m the one that you pledged your whole life to. Not as romantic as ‘I love you’, but I’ll take it.”
“I do,” whispered Devan, his memory harked back to Halloween. “I love you. More than I can say. Slush and I, Aditi, aren’t exactly bedfellows, hence the clumsiness.”
“No, but you and I are,” Aditi whispered back. “Just keep that in mind for me. I don’t actually have leave left for Christmas, what with the extended sabbatical.”
“Christmas,” repeated Devan. “I hope you do make it, the whole family is coming. You, Aditi, are part of the family, a big part of it. I’ll get through this first. I will practice being thankful. I’ll roast the bird, see how much of it I can eat. You ever had turkey burgers, or turkey curry for that matter?”
“No, yet, no,” there was an altogether way tone in Aditi’s reply. “I will imagine from a safe distance. I will try, Devan, to get to you for Christmas.”
Feeling his stomach flip, Devan could feel a tight knot of sadness form and sink to somewhere near his ankles. “It’ll be lonely this Christmas,” he said softly, “And without you.”
He heard Aditi yawn again and bit his lip. “I should go, and play with the bird,” Devan quickly cleared his throat, once more slurping his tea. “The free-range, not so cuddly one,” he added, closing his eyes tightly as the line crackled with tears.
“Give it a good stuffing,” sniffed Aditi, her words were only just audible. “That much you have my permission for. Provided you save all the cuddles for me. Go, go be thankful. I love you.”
Unable to respond, Devan quickly hung up. He too was about to start sniffling. He knew that Aditi was right. There would be no moping. Draining his tea, he planted his mug firmly down upon the worktop.
“Okay then, turkey,” he said loudly as he rubbed his palms together. “Standby, I am coming to get you.”

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Retreating to Peace Countdown @PeaceNovellas

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I have just drafted and finished Devan Coultrie’s Thanksgiving story. I will be writing his Christmas story once I have had another cup of tea and some lunch.  All being well, I will post Devan’s Thanksgiving story when it is officially made public in the coming week. Be sure to check out the Peace Novella Series Page for all things Peace.

This will be his first Christmas Stateside, so I will be reflecting on what it might be like and for him to be so far away from his friends and family.

If you take a look at the Halloween and Diwali stories, you will be able to get a flavour of who Devan is and what is world in Peace, Montana looks likes to him.

Don’t forget, Devan does actually have his own FB page!

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(Does that image remind you of anyone?)

Devan Coultrie was at a loss. His world had been shaken, his heart fractured and emptied by death. In search of a way to heal and shake of the damage, Devan sticks a pin a map with the intention of going wherever it lands. Leaving the shores of the United Kingdom, he ends up Stateside, deep in the heart of Montana. With all of his worldly possessions, Devan drives into Peace and onto a plot to land to start life over.

Like him, the farm and its acreage is downbeat, derelict and defeated. When Aditi Rao arrives in Peace, Devan’s plans for himself and his home are disrupted. He has history with Aditi and she’d quite like to write another chapter. Can he show Aditi that his retreat to Peace is more than just a plot of land and on a different continent? Can he find a way to share his home, his heart and a new beginning?

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Click on the linked image above to pre-order your copy!

If you happen to be a book worm, a blogger and a kindle-owner, did you know about the Peace Reader group on FB?

If you head to the Peace Reader Group ;join, you will get access to ARC’s and other information. It would be fabulous to see people be part of the Peace Community.

The one request?

Review what you read and help spread the word about this rather nice writing project. 

 

Counting down ‘Retreating to Peace’ @PeaceNovellas

I have spent a lot of today working on Petal’s cookbook. As with all of the writing projects, this means sitting at the kitchen table using my ink pens to draft things. For now that is the writing project of focus.

However, I am also counting down to the release of  ‘Retreating to Peace’ in early January. So far, a number of the Peace Series Novellas have been released; by Christmas a fair chunk of the line will be out in the public domain and hopefully on everyone’s kindles too! In the New Year, I do believe there will be paperbacks available for the Peace Novella Series titles.

Further to this, you will find that some of the authors involved have also written seasonal stories. You will  have seen Devan’s Diwali Story and also his Halloween Story. To read those written by fellow authors, go check out the Peace Novella Series FB page.

In counting down the time between now and the 19th of January 2017, I would like to share bits and pieces of the book that might help you better understand what the Peace universe is and how Devan Coultrie and Aditi Rao fit into it. Most specifically, what is Devan’s story and who is the man trekking half way across the world to land Stateside. So watch this space for teasers and such like that might whet your appetite.

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Devan Coultrie was at a loss. His world had been shaken, his heart fractured and emptied by death. In search of a way to heal and shake of the damage, Devan sticks a pin a map with the intention of going wherever it lands. Leaving the shores of the United Kingdom, he ends up Stateside, deep in the heart of Montana. With all of his worldly possessions, Devan drives into Peace and onto a plot to land to start life over.

Like him, the farm and its acreage is downbeat, derelict and defeated. When Aditi Rao arrives in Peace, Devan’s plans for himself and his home are disrupted. He has history with Aditi and she’d quite like to write another chapter. Can he show Aditi that his retreat to Peace is more than just a plot of land and on a different continent? Can he find a way to share his home, his heart and a new beginning?

 

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Other Peace releases:

 

You can find full details of the whole Peace Novella Series on the website.

@PeaceNovellas: New and upcoming releases!

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This is a little late, my apologies!

As  we creep into November and anticipate Advent in December, Peace continues to thrive and to develop. Over the course of November and December there are four novellas that help establish Peace.

 

During November, you can get a hold of Seeking peace and A haven in Peace.

To pre-order Peace and harmony, press here.

The Philosophy of Peace can be found here.

 

And if you also want to get a hold of my contribution….click!

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Ring the alarm and hold the front page!

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Remember that writing project?

The one that I have talking about, posting bits and pieces about. The one with the romance novella, a whole group of fabulous authors and place called Peace in Montana?

Well, here you go!

This is the cover. Yes, it flies in the face of the whole ‘not putting humans on my cover’ argument, but a girl can change her mind!

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Devan Coultrie was at a loss. His world had been shaken, his heart fractured and emptied by death. In search of a way to heal and shake of the damage, Devan sticks a pin a map with the intention of going wherever it lands. Leaving the shores of the United Kingdom, he ends up Stateside, deep in the heart of Montana. With all of his worldly possessions, Devan drives into Peace and onto a plot to land to start life over.

Like him, the farm and its acreage is downbeat, derelict and defeated. When Aditi Rao arrives in Peace, Devan’s plans for himself and his home are disrupted. He has history with Aditi and she’d quite like to write another chapter. Can he show Aditi that his retreat to Peace is more than just a plot of land and on a different continent? Can he find a way to share his home, his heart and a new beginning?

 

The title will be formally released as an ebook in January 2018. Paperbacks are scheduled for Mid-April 2018.

Make sure you get your e-copy and pre-order today

 

‘Costume Drama’ @Peace Novella

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Devan Coultrie experiences Halloween US style….and it’s all a bit intriguing.

‘Costume Drama’

Copyright 2017 Punam Farmah

“Go take a walk, Kiddo,” Richard put a hand to Devan’s shoulder to steady him. “Take Aditi with you,” he added quietly. “Go off for half an hour, forty minutes. Just the pair of you; your mum and I will take care of your guests and prepare for the next bit of this evening.”

Devan nodded as he rubbed his eye with the heel of his left palm. Drinking bubbles on an empty stomach was never a good idea. Tonight, the bubbles collided with butterflies of joy to make him feel all too disorientated. He stood against a table at the side of the Brewer’s barn, trying to steady himself. The barn was teeming with all of the guests that he and Aditi had invited to share their vermillion and gold themed celebration. His bleary eyes moved from his father’s face and towards Aditi a short distance away.

Released from her mother’s embrace she was floating towards him in a dress that echoed the barn’s colour scheme. Devan couldn’t help but smirk at the red Wellington boots that peeked out from below her hem as she walked. He was altogether transfixed as his father walked away knowingly.

“Can we please go take a walk?” asked Aditi under her breath; a forced grin was fixed across her face. “If one more person asks if babies are next, Dray may have to stick me in a cell.”

“Yes, of course,” replied Devan. “Dray’s not sticking you in a cell; not tonight anyway, darling,” he blinked rapidly as he pressed a palm to his mouth and stifled a yawn.   “Tonight is Halloween, and I don’t want to bail you out, not really. Grab Mum’s shawl; we’ll go watch the Ghoulies come out to play on Main Street. Call it an intermission in tonight’s proceedings.”

Aditi yawned too, nodding in agreement. “Grab a bottle,” she said fanning out her eyelashes to focus. “Some samosas if you can as well. I’m starving and you look hammered already.”

Devan trudged out of Oakview’s gates with Aditi’s arm firmly curled around his. His movement was somewhat hampered by his recovering leg, Aditi’s Wellington clad gait and the presence of snow on the ground. He had been rather surprised this morning; Devan had woken to find Oakview smothered in a marshmallow fluffy snow. As he and Aditi walked toward Main street, Devan found himself blinking rapidly and widening his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. Tucked under his jacket was a bottle of bubbles, just in case either of them got thirsty.  Nestles in Devan’s pocket, were two samosas wrapped in a red napkin that he had smuggled out as requested.

“Pumpkin!” he exclaimed, grinning a little and pointing. “By the Realtors, she can’t be more than two,” laughed Devan. Toddling along, being pursued by somebody who looked a lot like Tin-man, was a child dressed in a bright, orange, sphere-shaped costume.

“Wicked Witch,” squealed Aditi, “There!” she added, tugging at his jacket. “Wicked witch of the west and who is that, who is she with?” she asked, her brows knitting together in curiosity.

Devan also frowned as he saw the teenage couple sauntered passed them on the other side of the road. “That’s either Thor, Loki or non-descript Viking of a sort. Oh, look, incoming,” Devan gently nudged Aditi with his elbow. “Bloodied, brooding vampire, the sort that doesn’t glitter in the sunlight, and with a werewolf….”

Aditi laughed wheezily and pulled a pink shawl tighter around her shoulders.

“I’d forgotten how big Halloween is over here,” Devan commented. “At home, it’s all about All Hallows Eve, going to Church on All Saint’s day if you’re that way inclined. This,” he continued, with something of deep sigh, “Is trippy on a whole new level.”

“Beetlejuice,” Aditi said sharply, her eyes darting towards a passing figure.

“Just the once, dear,” chided Devan, putting his hand to her and feeling the iciness of her fingers. “Somebody already said his name a few times for him to appear. Hmm, Dude in a hockey mask,” he said glancing over his shoulder. “That’s proper old school Halloween. Sometimes the oldies are the best.”

“We’re not exactly dressed to trick or treating, now are we,” giggled Aditi. “Next year, you might want to do this whole Halloween thing properly.”

“Oh, flip me, no,” Devan tutted as he shook his head. “You just about got me into this suit. You can forget dressing me up as superhero or a slasher movie villain.”

“Bah humbug,” scoffed Aditi, she watched still as the people of Peace milled around. “It’s all a bit of fun. Only here and in the States, would you get a street full of costume drama.”

“The pumpkin was cute,” Devan conceded. “Was most likely a pudding at Christmas or something suitably cute and fluffy. Halloween has got be the one time of the year where you can wear what you want and all bets are off. Nothing is too much and too little is debateable.”

Aditi arched a brow having caught his gaze. “Hold off on the pumpkin there, Mister,” she said quietly. “No immediate plans for seedlings of any kind, thank you very much.”

“Look, Mommy, it’s James Bond!” yelled a child version of Captain America, his shield waving excitedly at Devan.

“And the lady in red too,” smiled the superhero’s mother, brushing a lock of red nylon hair from her face. The rest of her costume was green and white, creating the look of poison ivy.

“James Bond,” cooed Devan, beaming at Aditi. “James Bond is always better than token man in tux.”

“If you say so,” replied Aditi, sounding unconvinced. “Not token though. You are my man in a tux, and don’t you forget it. Pass me that prosecco, would you.”

“Yes, dear,” sighed Devan, slowly threading the bottle out from beneath his jacket. He continued to watch as they walked hand in hand down the street; they would have to return home shortly. Perhaps it was the cold, perhaps it was the bubbles; he would swear blue, black and blind that he saw Mister Spock talk to Gandalf with Spiderman listening in.

Peace continues! #PeaceNovellaSeries

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More novellas are on the way!

The next Peace Novella will be released very soon.  So I am very happy and very proud to herald the imminent arrivals of ‘What Peace remains’ by L.C.Fenton  and also ‘Reclaiming Peace’ by S.H.Pratt.  These are the third and fourth novels respectively in this bumper series and continue to set the scene and build up what we know about Peace, Montana.

This promises to be a really exciting, fresh and vibrant development in romance, and I do hope that Peace travels as far as it can. There are so many different characters, different stories and vibrant happenings that occur in this series, I am confident that there will be something for everyone in the pages of Peace.

As October approaches there will be four different novellas live on Kindles across the universe. Four, with lots more due! I have to sit on my hands for a bit, before my own contribution is released.

There will be paperbacks available too, at a later point; I will endeavour to keep you appraised of that happening. The idea of Peace on a bookshelf does sound and feel rather cool.

In the meantime, below are the imminent releases and also a reminder of the titles released already.  Go have a look; read, review, share!!!! Help Peace progress, and for the Peace Universe to reach frontiers new.

 

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L.C.Fenton What Peace Remains

 

The death of her grandfather is the excuse Maggie Foster uses to retreat from her life in New York. Taking over the running of his law practise in Columbus, she is asked for help by her childhood friend, John Thoreau, who is accused of the attempted murder of local heavyweight, Brett Harrington, Jr. Despite her attempts to defend her latest client, he refuses to tell her anything about the incident, or events surrounding the fight. Determined to help him regardless, she learns things about small town life and herself, allowing her to find the peace that she thought had deserted her.

Pre-order ‘What Peace Remains

 

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Home.
All Dexie McBride wanted was to go home… to the people she loved. Driven from Peace, Montana by the greed of BJ Harrington and the nightmare of his son, Brent, she has spent years searching for a way back to her home. When news that her mother is dying reaches Dexie, she knows her best chance to return home has finally come.
As she mourns her mother’s death, Dexie struggles to repair friendships that have been neglected for ten long years, especially the one with her best friend, Draven “Dray” Palmer. With Brent threatening vengeance and her relationship with Dray hanging in the balance, Dexie must wage a deadly battle to reclaim her life, her home, and Peace.

 

Pre order ‘Reclaiming Peace’

 

Don’t forget the other ones!

 

You can find full details on the website and also the Peace Novella Series Facebook page.

Welcome to Peace #PeaceSeries

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Welcome to Peace, a new novella series that will be kicking off very soon!

It all started out with an idea had by S.H.Pratt.

A novella series set in Peace, Montana.

 

 

There was just something about this writing project that hit my radar, so I knocked on the door and asked if there was room for a little one. After the initial rites of initiation and double checking that I was who I proclaimed to be, I was let in and found myself part of a burgeoning group of extremely creative and talented writers that were working towards a very intriguing goal.

This couldn’t be more different could it, from tomatoes, courgettes and chillies?

That really is central to the whole premise of Peace. There are over a dozen writers from the whole spectrum of Indie authors world. Each author brings something different, unique and invigorating to the Peace Series. Even me, I think, with would-be green fingers, muddy wellingtons and inky pens with a mind of their own.

Kicking off from September, Peace starts to bloom-I have to place a gardening pun in there someplace-as the buds that have been forming since last October start to erupt and unfurl.  The first three covers have have been revealed; very soon the books will be released onto Kindles and eventually you will also be able to get your hands on paperbacks. (I do like a good paperback, me).

The first three books are written by A.H.Stagg, Krysi Foster and L.C. Fenton, and below you can find further details about the books and who wrote them.

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L.C.Fenton What Peace Remains

For further details about L.C.Fenton

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Krysi Foster Love in Peace

For further details about Krysi Foster

 

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A.H. Stagg Songs of Peace

For furher details about A.H.Stagg

I do hope to post more details as they are released. However,  if you want to have a look anyway, then please have a look at the Peace Novella Series website. I am hoping that you will, as there is also a Peace Readers group. If you click here,  and tell ’em I sent you! (Seriously, go, Peace needs you, all right?)

You can also find the Peace Series Facebook page, where all details will be posted in due course.

Also, if you happen to know about Thunderclap, you can help support the Peace Campaign. 

My own story is called ‘Retreating to Peace’. For now, I have to keep my counsel and can’t really let any cats out the bag. Yes, I know cliches. I can’t even give you any teasers.

What I can tell you, is that my story involves a character called Devan Coultrie and he has his own FB page. In fact, you will find that quite a few Peace characters do.

Oh, wait, I do have a teaser, just not my own!

This is for Peace in Flames, by the fabulous Caroline Andrus.

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There you have it, an introduction to Peace. In the coming months, I do hope to share more information about the releases whilst counting down to my own release in Spring 2018. In the meantime, go check out the website, you can also follow the @PeaceNovella handles on twitter and Instagram. Go say hello, they don’t bite!