To the staff at
Big Fish, Palolem, South Goa, where I had the inspiration to write this book.
For many years now, we have always been to
the same beach huts, Big Fish owned by the most kindest, welcoming and gracious
man I have met, Wilson Fernandas, that both MR. R and I consider a good
friend. To add to this there is the very
quiet, caring and courteous, restaurant manager Santos, who we have known since
being a young waiter. Moreover, Raj, the
delightful waiter who inspired my character Harish.
I have always wanted to incorporate Palolem
in one of my stories, and it was while I was writing Zoe North, that I realised
how wonderful it would be for this story. The setting, the staff, the huts were
all so perfect.
Palolem beach is a
crescent shaped bay, in South Goa near the small town of Canacona. Spend your time in a shallow bay fringed with
white sands and a swaying curtain of coconut palms with Big Fish right behind
it. Wake up to a great view of sunrise behind the thickly forested hilltop.
Then at night sit on the beach and watch the sun go down.
COCO HUTS
A/C Coco Huts with
hot shower.
Non a/c with cold
water shower and a fan, all with a private small balcony or terrace with views
of the sea.
RESTAURANT
Big Fish is open for
breakfast, lunch and dinner serving delicious Goan, Indian, Chinese and
Continental food and drink. The Tandoori
I have to say is the best I have ever had.
Wilson and his
"crew" will ensure a happy, relaxed holiday at the marvellous
location quite simply know as "Paradise Beach" !
For more
information about staying at Big Fish http://www.wilsons.50megs.com/about.htm
Zoe
North - Release date 18th September
The church organist hit the first chord to the
bridle march, whereupon the congregation instantly reared from their pews and
turned around trying to catch their first glimpse of the leading person for
todays’ show. That would be me by the way, Zoe North, and giving the finest
performance of my life.
Walking down the aisle, aware that all eyes were on
me, I knew I should be savouring this moment; the smiling faces of approval of
my couture gown; tears of joy from my mother, who thought that this day would
never arrive; laughing at my friends, acting like teenagers as they pulled
silly faces and gave me the thumbs up sign, as if it were my first date. Yet
all I could focus on was the man at the altar the man that, in a few minutes
from now, would be promising to spend the rest of his life with me.
I turned to pass my bouquet to my matron of honour.
Is this really happening? Am I really getting married today, or is it all
just a dream? God knows I have dreamt of this moment for what seems like a
zillion years.
The vicar smiled at me and then addressed the
congregation. “God is love, and those who live in love live in God.”
This is it; this is usually the moment I wake up. Feeling a hand clasp mine, I
turned just to be sure, he was real. Sure enough, standing next to me, smiling
nervously was the man who had asked me to marry him.
Oblivious to the organist striking up the hymn, Love
divine, all I could think about was how it all started two years ago.
* * * *
Typical of me, I was running late, again! I
seem to have spent my whole life rushing to get somewhere. Rushing to school,
rushing to work, rushing to get home to get ready for a date I was already late
for. My mum always says, “That girl will meet herself coming back one day.”
Laughing to myself that this could never happen, I
would probably be too late to meet myself. I bolted out of the front door of my
flat like a tornado, and suddenly found myself falling head first onto the
corridor floor. My reflexes were too slow to stop myself from falling and
hitting my temple on something sharp. Naturally, my body seemed to follow a few
minutes later, only to wince in pain as something jabbed under my ribs,
knocking the air from my lungs. I lay dazed for a moment and my heart pounded
like a big brass drum in my ears, from my soaring blood pressure. Breathless, I
managed to utter to myself, “What on earth just happened?”
“I was just about to ask you the same question,”
came a male voice. It was deep and masculine yet held a distinct tone of anger.
With my backside stuck up in the air, and my head
resting on the cold tiled floor, I figured this was not a flattering position
for anyone to find me. However, I was very grateful that at least someone had
seen my predicament, and was offering some assistance, as I managed to mumble a
feeble, “Thanks, I’m fine ... I think.”
“Do you intend to keep lying on my state of the art
music system, or do I physically have to remove you myself? You clumsy, great
lump.”
If I had been vertical, and brave enough, I would
have loved to introduce his cheek to the palm of my hand. Clumsy, I can deal
with, it is yet another of my flaws. If there is something to trip over, fall
over or slip down then you can be sure I will be the one to do it. However, great
lump! I am the correct height for my weight, what was it with men,
obsessed with wanting all women skinny?
Follow the links below to pre order your copy of ZOE
NORTH
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/474991
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NG8YNFQ
Genres Chic-Lit Short
Heat Level: 3 flames
Boiling
Sensual, yet more explicit love scenes, and the language may be more graphic and direct.
Heat Level: 3 flames
Boiling
Sensual, yet more explicit love scenes, and the language may be more graphic and direct.
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