Blog Post #1
Australia Day for Australians
For me it’s a chance to celebrate who
and what I am. I’m a first generation Australian, who has lived in
so many areas! From the beach to the outback, the north to the
south, but one thing remains constant…
Australia is more than the Great South
Land – it’s the people.
Sure, many of us wear silly hats with
Aussie Flags, gather for breakfasts of bacon and eggs and to watch
new Aussies make their oath of allegiance… But it’s more than
that. Australia is such a dichotomy. Being an Australian is hard to
explain.
For some, the Aussie is the laconic
bushy – you know the one with the drawl, wearing an akubra and
elastic side boots? Then there is the blond surfer from Bondi… He’s
toned and tanned and more than likely a lifesaver too.
It’s the girl in the supermarket who
says hello and asks what you are making for dinner – or she’s the
girl in the library who’s reading the anime comics. Aussies come in
all shapes and sizes, but while we may all have different backgrounds
– we are all still Aussies.
That’s our big secret. We don’t
care where you come from – Vietnam, South America or even France…
Once you are an Aussie – that’s it. Your part of the great big
melting pot of Australian culture.
This January 26th, I’ll be
with my husband and daughters at the local celebration for breakfast,
then my girls are hoping to participate in the annual swimming races
at the local pool – it’s usually our last quiet period before
school resumes.
Wishing you a wonderful Australia Day!
Imogene
Blurb:
A Bar In Paris
A Bar In Paris
Ever
considered a naughty weekend? A “Hook-Up” with no strings?
What
does a woman do when she’s turning thirty? She takes a sexy weekend
trip to Paris looking for commitment-free sex. Or, that’s what
Davina Chalmers does, anyway.
Enter
Johnathon a tall charming Englishman. How can she possibly resist his
charm and that dimple?
But
what starts out as a lark quickly becomes so much more. But how does
one weekend become a lifetime? And how does a lie of omission bring
everything into jeopardy?
Excerpt:
The
waiter smiled and I sighed. “Time to go.” As I started to rise,
gripping my bag in my hand, the bell above the door rang and I
watched with interest as the sexiest man I’d ever seen entered. The
cool blonde on his arm was scowling and he pried his fingers from her
arm then walked away. For a moment, she wobbled on her stilettos
before she sneered in her super chic French way only they can pull
off and stalked out the door. It slammed so hard the panes of glass
shuddered.The man scowled, but to be honest, it didn’t hurt at all.
He was tall and well built. Blond hair with gray eyes.My mind
screamed that this man that could probably satisfy my needs. He
didn’t appear even slightly inebriated and he was obviously single
now, if that little carry-on was to go by. Perhaps this was my
chance? I smoothed down my black dress, making sure my cleavage was
just peeking out, then I sucked in a deep, deep breath and stood,
hoping to catch his eyes.
I
watched the man stalk to the bar and order in perfect
English-accented French. “Une
bière, s’il vous plait.”
My
toes curled at his voice and the waiter hurried to do his bidding.
Mr. Sexy’s voice was cultured and deep. I like voices, particularly
men’s voices. They can make me go gooey at the knees, and this one
warmed my insides to the consistency of thick, warm honey. And I knew
he was the one I wanted to be with all night long.
The
server handed over a bottle of beer and a glass, but Mr. Sexy looked
at the bottle, grimaced, and then took a long pull.
The
other men at the bar started talking in low voices, putting aside
newspapers. They paid their money and left.
I
didn’t want to think it was because of the dangerous aura
surrounding the man. It was, after all, three in the morning. No,
there had to be something else. But I was sure it wasn’t the time
to ask these questions.
The
small bar was quiet now as I was waiting alone with the mystery man.
The waiter disappeared to the back. Obviously, with only two patrons
left, he could do other things. I sucked in my confidence, folded it
around me like a coat, and approached the man.
“Hi.
Mind if I join you?”
He
grinned and gestured to the seat beside him. I slipped onto the small
stool, perched uncertainly. Then I wiggled my bum a little, thrust
out my chest, and gave him my very best come-on smile.
“Looking
for a hook up, are you?” His voice caused a curl of heat to gather
deep inside me.
I
nodded slowly. Better to be honest from the start, I thought. I
didn’t have time to say a word. The next thing I knew, he had me
thrust against the bar, his lips on mine and his tongue halfway down
my throat. But man, what a tongue it was.
He
played me like a violin until he lifted his head, casting a wicked
smile in my direction. “Your hotel or mine?”
“Umm,
yours.” Right now, I felt the rosy glow of arousal roaring through
me. Sexy and quick to catch on. Yep, I was sure this guy was a
winner.
“You’re
not from around here, are you?”
I
shook my head. “No.”
Trailer
Buy Links:
Siren Bookstrand
http://www.bookstrand.com/a-bar-in-paris
Angus & Robertson
http://www.angusrobertson.com.au/ebook/a-bar-in-paris/46330892/
All Romance EBooks
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Barnes & Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-bar-in-paris-imogene-nix/1117441293?ean=2940148749103
Beachwalk Press
http://beachwalkpress.com/a-bar-in-paris/
Bio:
Imogene is a mother of
two, compulsive reader and bookstore owner. She lives in regional
Queensland, Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cat and
chooks. She has a particular fondness for vampires, star ship
captains and things that go bump in the night (especially vampire
types!)
Imogene has tried many
varied roles in her working life including kindergarten assistance,
teacher and childcare director, but rates owning a bookstore and
writing her own novels as a highlight.
In her mother and wife
alter ego, she has travelled widely and lived in some very unique
places including Far Western Queensland, Cape York and even Tasmania.
She loves to travel and rates China and Hong Kong among her favourite
destinations.
She blames Star Trek
Voyager, Firefly and the works of Alexander Kent for her interest in
naval and space fleet interests.
You can find Imogene on
Facebook www.facebook.com/ImogeneNix
Twitter www.twitter.com/ImogeneNix
and her website www.imogenenix.com
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