WIN a copy of Spring into Summer ~ Story 1: A Season for Everything

Each Wednesday this month, starting today, I’ll highlight a story from Spring into Summer, the companion piece to my first book, Fall into Winter.

It’s comprised of four distinct novellas; two take place in the spring and two in the summer.

I’ll also give away a FREE book each week. Four chances to win! Find out how at the end of this post.

Now, let’s learn more about the first story in the book.

A Season For Everything

The Inspiration

My love of poetry has connected me to some amazing poets, and their words have seeped into my subconscious. “A Season For Everything” was heavily influenced by my affection for poets, older men, and important life lessons I’ve learned.


A Review

“… I can’t begin to tell you how much the first story “A Season for Everything” touched me. It was so poignant and passionate that it stayed with me throughout the entire book … The love between Claire and Stephen was just so real and I felt it in every part of me. I mean, it truly was the best story in my eyes. I read it three times because I just couldn’t let it go. Call me a sap, because this story was wonderful…” ~ Diantha Jones of Masquerade Crew


An Excerpt

Flipping the pages of the book, I chuckled when I realized I’d picked up one of the many iterations of the Kama Sutra, widely regarded as the most famous work on erotic pleasure ever created. I blushed as I stared at the pages of explicit sexual positions, each beautifully illustrated with stunning color photographs and step-by-step instructions.

“Are you learning anything?” said a deep voice near me. I slammed the book shut like a teen-aged boy caught with his first dirty magazine. Slowly, I turned around to stare into the dark brown eyes of the man behind me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said and smiled; tiny crow’s feet only made him more alluring.

“I was just flipping pages.” I felt more heat rush to my cheeks and hoped to god I was not turning beet red. I slid the book back into its place on the shelf.

“My name’s Stephen Taylor. Brenda said we should meet.” He held out his hand but couldn’t even extend his arm fully as he stood too close to me. I took a step back until my body hit the bookshelf and I could move no farther.

“I’m Claire—Claire Pelletier.”

“Nice to meet you Claire,” he said. “You don’t have a drink. Would you like me to get you one?”

“No, that’s fine.” I cleared my throat. “I haven’t eaten a thing today. I’ll get one later.” I noticed he didn’t have a drink either.

“That’s a good idea. There’s a line-up for the wine, but I’ll push my way in if you want me to.” Laugh lines creased the corners of his full lips.

“Thanks, that won’t be necessary,” I said, my eyes downcast. “Are all English men so chivalrous?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if some pushed in line for a drink.”

I snickered, feeling more at ease. “Brenda told me you’re a professor?”

“I am, but I’m currently on leave.”

“I see.” I didn’t want to be forward, but my curiosity got the better of me. “What subject do you teach?”

“English Literature and Poetry—18th Century Romanticism.”

“Hmm … ” I bit my lower lip. “Of course you would.”


Win an ebook of Spring into Summer

Since “A Season for Everything” is a story about poets, tell me your favorite poet or poem, or feel free to comment on this post in general.

You have until May 13th to comment.

I will assign each comment a number and use  to choose the winner and announce it next Wednesday when I blog about the second story “Unlocking the Mystery.

Remember, you don’t need a Kindle to read ebooks, FREE Kindle Apps allow you to read them on all devices.

Thanks so much for stopping by and good luck!



9 thoughts on “WIN a copy of Spring into Summer ~ Story 1: A Season for Everything

  1. It’s kinda funny in that I’m not a big fan of poetry. Most of the time it’s either way over my head or it fails to grab me. Although I do have two poets I absolutely love.

    My favorite poem is Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven, especially when it’s read by James Earl Jones. It could be because I’m a huge fan of horror, but there’s something about the imagery in it that makes it one of the few horror stories that can get to me.

    My second favorite would be Robert Frost, though I don’t know the titles to any of his poems. They just relax me, if that makes any sense. lol

    1. Hi CP! You’ve chosen two excellent poets. I remember learning Robert Frost many years ago and the one that stuck was his classic – “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”

      Growing up in Montreal, snowy evenings were never as romantic and beautifully depicted as in his poem, however the final line which is repeated as:

      And miles to go before I sleep,
      And miles to go before I sleep.

      scared me as a kid. It made me wonder if he’d ever survive a Canadian winter if he had to walk so far.

      Thanks for your comment, CP, much appreciated and good luck!

      1. Thank you. 🙂 We had to memorize and recite one of Robert Frost’s poems in fourth grade. From that moment on I was hooked on his works.

  2. I’m a lot like CP. I’m kind of hit or miss with poetry but I do like Poe and Frost as well. My favorite RobertFrost is The Road Not Taken. In high school, we sang a musical arrangement of it that made me fall in love with it all over again. Another of my favorite poems is Dylan Thomas’s Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. So hauntingly beautiful.

  3. Speaking of poems, a friend years ago wrote a relatively dark verse narrative about the Korean war, in which he served. He called it, “Hell’s Music,” Hopefully, I won’t dim the lights too much here with this sad and stark excerpt that has never left me.

    (Two GIs share a foxhole and all around them is devastation and the presence of death):

    “I long for Death –
    Death longs for me…
    But it is dark to die,
    And I fear I still wish to be.

    I could have chosen some beautiful Khalil Gibron words from “The Prophet” or James Kavanaugh’s “Will You Be My Friend?” but I’ll run the risk of spoiling everyone’s day with these lines from “Hell’s Music.” For some reason, they begged to be heard…

    My best to you, dear Eden, and to your many friends.

    Billy Ray

    1. That’s sweet of you to recite the poem here, Billy Ray. Not all poetry is happy, of course. In those few lines, the poet conveys so much.

      Thanks for sharing,

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