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My New Favorite Harbor-Destin Harbor

24 Oct
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This geometric photo is my organized brain. These photos or pictures draw me in and I feel connected.

That would be Emerald Grande or The Harbor Walk. There are a few names but its the harbor in Destin, Florida by the bridge, yeah, that one! I believe this is my fourth time or maybe fifth. I’ve been deep sea fishing twice, boarded a boat searching for dolphins, took a ferry over to a private island to sunbath, and watched the sunset from various locations. There is still more to do.

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These jet skiis are calling my name but I need someone to go with me. Alas, next time I have the teens here we will do this all around the harbor.

I would like to jet ski with my teens, go fishing again, and maybe take a sunset dinner cruise. Did I mention shopping? I’m not an expert on that but I know twins that love to shop, namely mine.

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I snuck this pretty photo in here as I had just purchased new covers for my titles. This is available as a digital read on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

I love music, so maybe a band while sipping a beer or wine could be a good thang. That’s twang for a good time. Okay, seriously most people know about the emerald coast and it can get crowded but if you can go in the off season-you’ll thank me. You’re welcome!

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My husband Michael eats oysters whenever he gets a chance-he loves ’em. We ate at AJ’s on the water. Great people-friendly and very busy!

If you walk the Harbor you’ll find all kinds of places to dine or drink and use up your time. You can read your book back at the room while you cool off.

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Can you believe the color in this incredible photo? Peaches and oranges with a stilted road. God is beautiful. God is great. And something else I forgot from some country tune. I’ll know it next time I hear it.

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I just leaned over and took a picture-I did not know it would be my favorite one of all. That’s life isn’t it? You just don’t know what you might like until you try it. Like writing I didn’t know it would present a huge challenge for me that I would crazily kind of like.

Thanks for stopping by.

Pictures by kimtroikephotos

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Hotel St. Pancras 1935

23 Jul

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Hotel St. Pancras in London 1935

Piano notes could be heard on this late sultry evening in July of 1935 as the elderly couple sat on the burgundy-velvet love seat in the grand lobby of the Pancras Hotel . A gentleman artist was performing for a near non existent crowd. The wedding party of yesterday had partied and left, returning home to the countryside.

Apparently, Gracie and John Smith couldn’t depart as yet. Their grandson, Johnnie, was all that was left now as his sister was betrothed to her American sweetheart, would honeymoon in Paris, then move to the farm in the states. Johnnie and his sister lost their parents back when he was one from an auto accident. Her groom was a farmer from the middle of America. It would be a long while, if ever, when they’d be reunited. Little Johnnie didn’t know of this, only that he received many hugs yesterday and he swore his sister had tears in her eyes. He decided that’s what happiness and “love” bring, lots of wet faces and sobs.

He, Johnnie, looked around the lonely lobby and wandered from sofa to sofa, scouring the place for some form of life. Brown eyes lofted to the staircase and back at his grandma and grandpa. They sat while minds floated to the music played by the piano man as they remembered one tune after another. The gentleman lobbyist or attendant from the front desk assured them the music would last two more hours maybe more.

“What should I do?” He whispered to himself as he sat dressed in a suit with bow-tie. He looked for other faces, but there were none, et all. He must find his adventure. He quietly walked up to his family. “I have to pee.”

John Smith smiled upon the boy and looked to the hallway behind the front desk. “Right over there, Johnnie. You can go by yourself.”

Johnnie smiled. His adventure would now begin. He looked back and saw his grandparents talking, laughing, and drinking as they nodded to the piano man. Johnnie sped up his movements on the first set of stairs to escape their view. He looked up. And up. He was going to find something. His hand smoothed over the wooden banister and it glided like a sailing ship he’d seen come into port two days ago. Grandma Gracie told him, “I believe it comes from special trees in the woods, very strong ones.” He wondered if he’d ever seen the trees in the woods before, that ended up as a wooden banister.

After this contemplation and feeling like he’d discovered gold while on board a big wooden ship, he then for no apparent reason whatsoever, skipped steps. Johnnie took large lunges stretching his inner groin muscles a bit much. He thought he heard his pants rip apart at the seams. He laughed and kept going up. He skipped a floor. Why not? The notes of tunes, classic in rendition, penetrated the opening but not as loud.

He put his hand over the gold fleur-de-lis patterns on the wall. He knew what they were, grandma told him, but he couldn’t remember what they symbolized. He calculated he’d made it to the 3rd floor. He decided to run the hallway very fast from one end to the other. Halfway down he hit the floor when a door opened and a woman came out, yelling, “I don’t ever want to see you again!”

Johnnie stopped. Startled and a bit scared he resumed the upright position.

She looked at him, sized him a good stare.

She was sad, or was it mad he questioned?

“What are you doing you little scoundrel?”

Johnnies eyebrows rose and then lowered. He replied, “Why nothing. Better yet, what’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing and everything,” she laughed.

“Caren,” she said sweetly.

“Johnnie, at your service madwoman.” He offered his hand and they shook to their new acquaintance.

“Pleased to meet you this fine evening.”

“Likely.”

“Likewise.” She iterated. “I’ve got an hour to let off some steam before I return to slumber for the night. You?”

“Oh, maybe that long, too.”

“There’s two things I’ve wanted to do here with another adventurer and have never been able to do it, least not since I was a kid.”

“Tell me.”

“How old are you?”

“Seven. Does it matter?” He answered cockily.

“Old enough, I suppose. Can you balance?” she asked.

He stepped on one foot, closed his eyes and held his arms out.

“Good. Do you scare easily?”

He squinted, looked at her, then thought of the serene but tedious scene in the lobby. “No way.”

“Ready for some action, then?”

“Yup!”

“Follow me.”

Caren took off for the 4th floor rather quickly. She skipped steps, too. He liked her already.

Once at the top, she whispered in his ear what they were going to do and when finished they must hurriedly, so as not to get caught, exit back up to the 5th and 6th floors. She would show him the special rooms in the towers.

Boy was this his lucky night! Brown eyes followed her every word. She said, “First though the real fun begins.”

He joined her.

“Come quickly!”

She climbed upon the banister made of special trees. He followed. The unlikely pair lay on their abdomens and flew down and around the curves. Smiles widened and light laughs followed down the passage way. Johnnie pretended he was flying, only backwards. She helped him to stay balanced. He got the giggles and couldn’t stop.

One floor, two floor, and third floor complete!

She laughed with him and tried to shush both of them. No one heard them as there was no one present to over hear the light excitement of new pals.

“Remember, the last banister you must ride on your back and bottom, being very careful to not fall off. You can do it. Then run right back up to the fourth floor and I’ll show you the special towers on five and six.”

Little Johnnie was so energized. He knew he couldn’t stop. He realized she waited to the last stairs for the funnest part of all. And a good thing as one would not want to fall four floors down. No way.

Right before he let go he heard the church choir from yesterday in the cathedral where the wedding took place. He was ready to let himself fly. Caren let him go first and he nearly fell off a good many times. The piano man looked up and smiled at them. Little Johnnie fell right at the end when he tried to dismount. He took a tumble and the piano man paused his keys; Gracie and John looked at him when he stopped at mid song.

Quickly, he recovered and banged hard on his ivory music box. He threw his hands in the air, stood, and bowed. Stunned, the couple clapped. He asked them what favorite tune they might like to hear next? All the while he let the adventurers escape to higher heights.

Caren and little Johnnie breathlessly flew back up while leaving giggles in ascension to the fifth floor. At the end of the fourth floor they found the passageway through a special door hidden by library books.

“How do you know this?”

“Johnnie, this is my father’s hotel!”

“Seriously?” He smiled. His adventure was more than he could have dreamed. His sister was gone and now, tonight, he had a new play mate. He’d follow her anywhere.

Inside the tower, he took notice there were not any dragons, prisoners, or ghosts as one might suspect or be told. Just a bird on the ledge perched against the city backdrop when Caren opened the iron laden door. The pair walked out into the night with heavy fog surrounding the balcony and stood together: high up, safe, and exhilarated from earlier spent energy, acting foolish and daring.

“You’re not mad anymore,” he said.

“No, I’m not. You see if ever you become bored or mad, find something daring, fun and exciting to do. Go on a small adventure.”

“I had so much fun. Someday, we’ll do it again, you and me, okay?” he asked.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He smiled. She didn’t tell him that her father was closing the hotel next week. She not dare ruin the moment as they looked out upon London in the fog above the Pancras hotel and railway.

The End

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Novel Excerpt

26 Apr

Into the Vines by Kim Troike

Kim TroikeAn Excerpt from part one, French Bleu:

Waving goodbye, she knew she was ready for this. Daniela did not like flying. She blamed the stomach twisting, chest tightening, and anxious thoughts on her parents long ago plane crash, but she bounded for the gate with her bag full of new clothes, nonetheless, showing no hesitation. She was going to Paris! I wish I had taken a French class or listened to audio books or something. I know nothing! Oh, well, I’ll just have to wing it, she mused, as she boarded the plane. The flight attendant, a pretty French woman with dark hair and red lips, set her up for a movie with ear buds and took her drink order.

“Mademoiselle Daniela, champagne for you. Please enjoy!” said the flight attendant with a light, gorgeous accent. She handed her the small bottle and a glass filled with bubbly.

Bleu MoonOoh la la, thought Daniela, thinking like a French gal, as she giggled. She sipped her champagne as she leaned back to watch the in-flight film in French, wanting to immerse herself in the culture as soon as possible. The male protagonist was very smooth talking and extremely handsome, and so far the plot seemed to involve him taking some beauty on a moped to the seashore. Daniela was at two glasses of champagne by the time the plane was mid Atlantic, and she didn’t have a care in the world. So much for being worried. Daniela drifted off and dreamt she was in a cabin, looking out the window towards the sea.

The Aegean Sea was a bright turquoise blue, and sparkling white caps were crashing against the sandy grey shore. The sky was washed denim, and she took it all in as her lover came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. She shivered with anticipation and desire as his breath tickled her neck and his tongue traveled the outer shell of her ear. Daniela’s chest heaved, and his hands traveled down and moved lightly across her stomach. This sensation felt electric and radiated across her body. His right hand traveled up searching until he pushed her shoulder into him, causing her to gasp in pleasure. Turning her head, she met his mouth and they kissed luxuriously.

Daniela took a deep breath, startled, and tasted her lips, expecting something besides champagne. She had fallen asleep and had been awakened by a dreamy kiss. She straightened herself in her seat, embarrassed, before getting up to go to the bathroom. Champagne . . . Flying . . . Crazy dreams. Good dreams. When she was done, she returned to her seat. “You okay?” asked the lady next to her.

by Kim TroikeToday begins my promo for Into the Vines! The novel was released in January 2015 with a mellow celebration of sorts, similar to a coaster ride ending its journey after a thrill and then glides back into the station. Now, I’m ready to rock n roll and shake things up a bit! Up above in this excerpt you read the beginning, the opening of wonderful things to happen for a young nurse making a transatlantic flight. You can purchase this contemporary novel of fiction for teens, YA, or adults on Amazon and Barnes & Noble under my name Kim Troike or go here.

Once a week I’ll be posting full length articles, newsworthy or pertaining to the novel and definitely global at times. Please join me over the next nine months in my creative  and journalistic endeavor. Thanks for stopping by!

Kim Troike

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Hawa

12 Mar

 

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Hawa dreams of flying a plane someday, while Francis possesses natural talents of the musical kind. Together they keep a secret for fear of retribution.

The above words are from the back cover of my novel “Into the Vines” parlaying thoughts about one of my young characters, the protagonist named Hawa. There’s a whole story behind my story as I followed newsworthy events, tragedies and people from all over the world. As a nurse we care about people, we take an oath toward healing. It just comes natural after you do it for so long. It feels good and right.

Hawa came to me easily and she developed before my eyes and pen as I wrote about someone I’d never met. But, you see I have, through all the countless patients and families I’ve met over my lifetime. I was also a little girl a long time ago.

I invite you to come and read about her and others in this contemporary story of realism set amongst global ideals.

The island of Dorado fuels the explorer in those that are privileged to set foot there. A small island with a volcano set amongst the islands in the south seas of the Pacific Ocean holds mysteries and adventures one only dreams about. This is where the Ceremonial Cliffs face the west and can be reached by foot, if so inclined, or helicopter. Those who reach the Cliffs, reach it together through teamwork.

Map to DoradoHawa has faced hardship through no fault of her own and comes to friendly arms by way of grace from another. In turn, she faces situations foreign to her, and the unknown begets a willingness to be strong and fearless, yet her heart beats on. There’s a softness she seeks. What is this?

Excerpt ... Silently, she watched as a man opened the door and went around to the other side to let his passenger out. When he did this, she saw and her eyes grew wide; it was her hero, her Olivier.

Just as fast as a snake can strike, a crocodile can flip over, she opened the door and leapt like a lion, not parting from her gaze as she ran to see her favorite person in the entire world.

“Olivier,” she whispered as she realized her lack of breath. The couple turned and looked in surprise to see Hawa running toward them. Olivier and Hawa exchanged hugs and more hugs.

Olivier picked up Hawa and gave her a big squeeze and asked, “How’s my favorite fishing lady? Or is it now garden lady?” He teased her and they laughed.

By Kim Troike

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Into the Vines

26 Jan

by Kim Troike

 

This is the cover reveal for my novel “Into the Vines.”

 

I think it turned out perfect. It is up on Amazon for print and later will be available per e-book or kindle.

 

Have a look … Into the Vines on Amazon here.

 

 

The book synopsis is on the back cover and here is what it says:

Into the Vines is a novel of discovery, personal triumph and heroism. French Bleu, a vintage-jazz nightclub in Paris offers a reprieve to its inhabitants from death, illness and captivity. Olivier is a pilot who rescues stranded and desperate souls from famine and war torn areas of Africa, while Daniela, a young nurse, seeks that which is amiss in her own life. Brie, a strong woman, must find a destiny which awaits her own ambition. She celebrates a milestone birthday after encountering an illness, bringing grace and experience in her search for something more.

Daniela dreamed. “I want to be as confident as Brie on a sunny day in Savannah in the summertime” From the vineyard cooking school in the garden-like Loire Valley, where these three lives meet, to the streets of Paris, where fate brings blessings from angst and longing. This story revels in realism.

This sanctuary seemingly held an inspirational deity as they witnessed a spiritual unity on the Ceremonial Cliffs. Hawa dreams of flying a plane someday, while Francis possesses natural talents of the musical kind. Together they keep a secret for fear of retribution. “I heard LOVE lasts forever and my mom says there are all kinds of love. So maybe you should find another kind of love, since your first love lasted forever” said Francis.

My Author page on Amazon can be seen here: Kim Troike Author page here.

Other books I’ve written can be viewed here as well: Books by Kim Troike here.

Thank you for stopping by today. Of course, I’m very proud of myself and actually, it’s quite unbelievable! I think I’ve got this writing thing somewhat developed, and therefore may try to write another self-published novel for summer. You see, I’m quite goal oriented and probably have my mother or father or grandmother’s to thank for that. Maybe, it’s just being one of five and recording everything in my brain that later tries to retell it making new outcomes. I think it’s plain old creativity you are born with. Who knows?

Self-promotion is difficult but a must do for us Indie Authors. Period. I will post on Tuesdays something relevant to my novel on one of my blogs, which will make it to Twitter and Tumblr. Then, I’ll be hanging around on Fridays for fun! Please comment as I’d love to hear from readers, authors and others. 😉

By Kim Troike

~Into the Vines is for teens, YA, and contemporary fiction adult readers.

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