Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Say Hi To Susan Eileen Walker

Please welcome new friend, and Sweet Cravings Publishing author, Susan Eileen Walker to our little corner of the interweb. She`s here to discuss her new release, The Magic of Dragonfly.




Cover Blurb

 Unhappy with her life, Bay Alexander decides it is time for a change. She declares the next year to be “The Year of the Dragonfly,” a nickname her great-grandmother had given her with plans to make her dreams come true.

When she receives word her grandmother has died, Bay inherits a new set of goals and dreams. With the help of her best friend, her grandmother’s backdoor neighbor, and some new friends, Bay works to fulfill the terms of Fanny’s will in order to hold onto the Bay House and the Dragonfly Day Spa.

Can Bay make her dreams come true while working to fulfill her grandmother’s last wishes? Will her “Year of the Dragonfly” be yet another impossible dream? Can she help the townspeople of Larksboro reflect the beauty trapped in their souls using the magical secrets Greega left her along with the spa?






Author’s Biography


Susan Eileen Walker was born in Maryland, a state her family never lived in. At the age of five, she fell in love with books and knew she was meant to be a writer so she could share her daydreams and stories with the world.

Susan lives in eastern North Carolina with her seventy pound mixed breed furbaby, Honey, who is a combination protector, personal trainer, and alarm clock.



CONTACT:
Contact person: Susan Eileen Walker
Phone: 252-675-8144
E-mail Address: sewalker101@hotmail.com
Website address: www.sweetcravingspublishing.com

Magic, Friendship, and Hair Care Highlighted in Author’s New Work

New Bern, North Carolina – After a seven year hiatus, New Bern author Susan Eileen Walker has a new book on the market. The Magic of Dragonfly will be released from Sweet Cravings Publishing (www.sweetcravingspublishing.com) on June 6th in e-book form and later this fall as a paperback.

The Magic of Dragonfly is a G/PG rated mainstream women’s fiction set in a small town in eastern North Carolina where Bay Alexander learns that sometimes it takes good friends, and a little magic, to make your dreams come true.

Unhappy with her life, Bay Alexander decides it is time for a change. She declares the next year to be “The Year of the Dragonfly,” a nickname her great-grandmother had given her with plans to make her dreams come true.

When she receives word her grandmother has died, Bay inherits a new set of goals and dreams. With the help of her best friend, her grandmother’s backdoor neighbor, and some new friends, Bay works to fulfill the terms of Fanny’s will in order to hold onto the Bay House and the Dragonfly Day Spa.

Can Bay make her dreams come true while working to fulfill her grandmother’s last wishes? Will her “Year of the Dragonfly” be yet another impossible dream? Can she help the townspeople of Larksboro reflect the beauty trapped in their souls using the magical secrets Greega left her along with the spa?

“This is a heart project,” Ms. Walker said, “and I hope my readers, both young and old, will identify with Bay as she struggles with lost dreams, lost family, and a magical inheritance she never knew about.”

In addition to working on her next novel, Ms. Walker keeps busy attending writer’s conferences, knitting hats for a variety of charities, and playing with Honey, her shelter rescued furbaby.

For more information or to set up an interview, please contact Ms. Walker at sewalker101@hotmail.com or visit her website at www.susaneileenwalker.com.


 Contact information

Susan Eileen Walker
1700 Greenbrier Court
New Bern, NC 28562

Phone: 252-675-8144

Email: sewalker101@hotmail.com

Website:
www.susaneileenwalker.com


Excerpt from The Magic of Dragonfly

“Happy birthday to me,” she whispered hoarsely just before the tears blinded her and overflowed. She began to cry in earnest as she mourned the passage of her youth.

Yet another Friday night without a date but this one also marked her fortieth birthday.
Someone should have thrown me a party, she thought with a second of bitterness.
But all your friends are married and busy with their own lives, her sensible side argued. Besides, do you really want someone to witness your misery as you mark the passage of another year of dissatisfaction with life?

Kyle, her eighteen and a half-year-old son, was in his second week of Air Force boot camp. Though he had called the night before, neither of them had mentioned her birthday in the too-short five-minute call. There were other things to talk about and Bay did not want him to feel guilty for forgetting. He needed to focus on getting through the weeks ahead and moving forward with his military career, just as it should be.

Nick, her ex-husband and the last person she wanted to hear from, had called her at work that afternoon. Since she had been up to her elbows in Mrs. Jennings’ hair color at Shelly’s Spa where she worked, she ignored the call. Later, she had to listen to the long and rambling message on her voicemail. It ended with an assumptive plan that she would not only be free but willing to take his latest girlfriend’s dog to the vet on Monday since she would be off and everyone else he knew had to work.

Their divorce had been finalized more than two years before but he still called to ask favors on a fairly regular basis. It was as if he could not understand that she was no longer obligated to pick up his laundry, take his car to get the oil changed, or whatever other errand he had forgotten to do himself. She had taken care of the mundane details of daily living during their twenty-one-year marriage and he did not see why things had to change now that they were divorced. Bay deleted the message without responding. Hopefully he would get the message that he and his latest chica needed to learn how to pick up their own slack without depending on her.

Brian Warren, the man she had been involved with for the past few months had not called but then she had not expected him to. They had talked a few days ago and sometimes they would go weeks between phone calls or visits.

Over the last month Bay had begun to think it was time to kick his ass to the curb and find a man who would value her for more than just sex but kept talking herself out of taking the steps needed to severe the few ties between them. Something in her heart and soul continued to hope that he would figure out she was more than a warm, willing body he could call on for a good time whenever he was horny and had a free hour.

Problem was, Bay could not do confrontation. She had never been able to face down anyone about anything so Brian continued to think she was okay with their current arrangement. In reality, she hated it. But then, she hated a lot about her life.

Nick and Brian were not the only ones who treated her badly. Everyone in her life had taken advantage of her at one time or another, in one way or another, without her uttering a word of complaint. At least not to them. Sweetums, on the other hand, heard all of them.

Her mother had raised her to be a giver, a nurturer, and a caretaker. She had been trained since birth to put everyone else’s needs ahead of her own. She ate her anger with a side of macaroni and cheese or a chocolate bar and washed it down with a Pepsi instead of standing up for herself and saying no. She hated hurting others almost as much as she hated how her life was turning out. Instead, she had learned to live in a pale gray sort of misery, most days having a hard time finding anything in her world to smile about.
Picking up her fork, she scooped up some of the bright blue frosting from around the base of the little cake. Licking the tines, her nose wrinkled at the too-sweet electric blue taste.

The soft clink of a metal chain drew her attention from the cake to the dog patiently sitting on the floor next to her chair. Sweetums, her three-year-old spaniel, terrier, something else mixed breed, waited patiently for his part of her cake.

“You know, boy, I’ve been waiting all my life to start living for me and no one else.”
The dog cocked his head as if contemplating her words though he continued to watch her without blinking. Then he licked his lips as drool dripped from the side of his mouth, making a small puddle on the linoleum floor between his front paws.

She poured the last of the bottle of wine into her glass. “For forty years I’ve worked hard to please everyone around me, hoping someone would love me for my efforts. First, my parents and then Nick and Kyle, and now Brian and my customers at the shop. Where has all that pleasing others gotten me? I’m spending my fortieth birthday talking to a dog, drinking wine to numb my emotional pain, and eating about a zillion calories I don’t need.”

Sweetums lifted his head and made a whining noise deep in his throat that clearly meant, “Gimme. Cake. Now.”

“I look back on my life and I don’t like what I see. Did you know that?” she asked as she cut into the cake with the side of her fork and ate a bite herself instead of giving in to his demands.

The next bite she lifted from the fork and held between thumb and forefinger before lowering it so the dog could take it politely from her fingertips. After swallowing it whole, Sweetums enthusiastically licked her fingers clean of any residual frosting then began the wait for his next piece.

“Yep, I’ve always lived my life to please others. It is long past time I start living how I want, not how the rest of the world thinks I should. Don’t you agree?”

2 comments:

Heare2Watts said...

Thank you for sharing!

Cathy Brockman said...

Thsi looks relaly good!