The hostesses of the Author Roast and Toast are throwing a party! Paula Martin has requested a birthday party for a five year old's birthday. Chuck E Cheese's here we come!!!
"Why do I have to wear the dog costume? Jasper T Jowls, whose idea was this anyhow?" Mary grumbles as she pulls her costume up for the umpteenth time."Hey, I love pizza and all the stuff they have to eat here." Patsy dressed as Helen Henny, eyes the chicken wings and pizza. Deciding on sundae toppings would be the challenge.
Lyn glares at Mary. "Everyone is wearing costumes to this party.
Oliver is dressed as Pasqualey and the food is amazing. Look at the adorable kids.Now girls this is a party for a five year old, however if you would both please try not to act like one."
Mary and Patsy eye one another at Lyn's comments and both crack up laughing. "Lighten up Lyn, I mean Chuck E, It's a party for goodness sakes. And Patsy, you are a chicken, don't look at the wings like that, it's - it's, seriously odd!"
"Okay,Okay. I'll behave. Hey did you know we are gonna have to put on a show? Mary nudges Lyn. "So what do we have to do?"
Patsy smacks Lyn on the hand as she reaches for a hot dog. "You should be eating cheese, mice don't eat hot dogs."
"Hey, ladies." Paula grins. "I love the costumes you picked for the animals. Hampy makes a cute miniature teddy bear, and Nibby and Cuddles are letting the kids ride them outside. Love the horn you put on Nibby. The kids are loving the idea they are riding on Unicorns."
Paula smiles and twirls around in her dress. "This is so much fun! And look at the size of that birthday cake." Paula laughs. Oliver in his costume twirls his moustache and gives a charming bow to Paula. He gestures at the Birthday cake he has just brought out. It's a massive creation of sweet confection. Oliver at his best.
"Don't even go there Mary!" Lyn calls out as she watches Mary's eyes light up at the sight of the huge cake in front of her.
"Too late." Patsy chuckles. "You did arrange for a second cake right." "Of course, we've learned from past experience.
"Oh MY! I knew it." Lyn sighs as Mary trips several kids on her way to the cake. With a shove a large kid pushes her into the cake.
"We're gonna need them to bring out the other cake eh Paula?" Lyn and Patsy help Mary out of the cake while Paula holds her stomach laughing. Wiping a bit of frosting from Mary's cheek she grins. "Just another roast and toast."
Lets all welcome Paula Martin and her new release 'Changing The Future'. Pass the cupcakes!!!
CHANGING THE FUTURE
BLURBLisa Marshall is stunned when celebrated volcanologist Paul Hamilton comes back into her life at the college where she now teaches. Despite their acrimonious break-up several years earlier, they soon realise the magnetic attraction between them is stronger than ever. However, the past is still part of the present, not least when Paul discovers Lisa has a young son. They can’t change that past, but will it take a volcanic eruption to help them change the future?
Lisa followed her friend’s glance to the two figures on the path leading diagonally across the lawn towards the Charlton Building. Even from a distance, their colleague Fiona Hall was unmistakable; immaculate as always, in a tight-fitting green skirt and jacket.
As her gaze moved to the man walking with Fiona, she frowned. There was something familiar about the tall, slim figure—the way he walked, and the way he tilted his head as he listened to Fiona.
Don’t be stupid, she told herself, but still couldn’t take her eyes off him. As the gap between them lessened, her blood started to run cold. It wasn’t—it couldn’t possibly be…
The man lifted his hand to flick back a stray strand of light brown hair from his forehead and she knew it was Paul.
For an insane moment, she wanted to run towards him, be scooped up in his arms again, see the laughter in his blue eyes, feel his soft and sensual mouth against hers.
Stunned by her reaction, by feelings she thought she’d totally suppressed, she stopped abruptly. Another thirty seconds and they’d come face-to-face. Total panic made her heart thump against her ribs.
“I-I’ve just remembered—er, I need some—some class lists.” Without waiting for Millie to reply, she turned and quickened her pace back towards the Old House.
Dimly she heard Millie call out something about coffees in the cafeteria. The whole world had receded and she was aware only of the painful pounding in her chest. Shock mixed with incredulity. Paul here at Hillside? Her mind simply refused to believe what her eyes had seen.
When she reached the Old House, she went straight to the ladies’ room. To her relief, no one else was there. She didn’t dare think, didn’t dare allow herself to feel anything. Not until she’d managed to control the trembling which was shaking her whole body.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. The blood had drained from her face and her brown eyes looked back at her with shock and panic. “Oh God,” she breathed. “Oh, dear God…”
Had she really seen Paul Hamilton again? Paul in person, not just on television? She deliberately hadn’t watched his Power of the Planet series which had brought him international fame, but then he’d started appearing regularly on TV. Not only on science programmes, but sometimes even on prime-time news, especially when the Icelandic ash cloud had disrupted air travel the previous year. He’d become a well-known expert on volcanic activity. Whenever she saw him on the screen, she had to steel herself against remembering the man she’d once loved so deeply.
She rested her hands on the edge of the washbasin and took a few deep breaths. Maybe she’d imagined it, maybe it hadn’t been him at all, simply someone who looked like him. Walked like him, tilted his head in the same way, pushed back his hair with the same mannerism.
Her shoulders sagged. No, of course it was Paul.
Bringing hands up to her cheeks, she shook her head as she tried to think. Why on earth was he here in the Lake District? It was light years away from their apartment in North London, her job with the BBC and Paul’s high-profile research at London University. Light years, too, from the life of love and laughter they’d once shared, until it had all gone wrong.
She bit her lower lip as memories constricted her throat. Then she swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and squared her shoulders. She could handle this, she really could.
There was absolutely no reason for her to be nervous. He was the one who’d accused her of having an affair and then left her. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Except… A cold finger of fear ran down her spine. Except she’d never told him about his son.
Paula Martin had some early publishing success with short stories and four contemporary romance novels, but then had a break from writing while she brought up a young family and also pursued her career as a history teacher for twenty-five years. She has recently returned to writing fiction, after retiring from teaching. and has had three romance novels published, ‘His Leading Lady’ in June 2011, ‘Fragrance of Violets in February 2012’ and ‘Changing the Future’ in May 2012. Another novel will be published in November 2012 and she is currently working on a fifth.
She lives near Manchester in North-West England, and has two daughters and two grandsons. Apart from writing, she enjoys visiting new places and has travelled extensively in Britain, mainland Europe, the Middle East, America and Canada. Her favourite places are the English Lake District and Ireland. She’s also interested in musical theatre and tracing her family history.
Group Blog (with 3 other writers): http://heroineswithhearts.blogspot.com
Find her books on the Whiskey Creek Press website http://whiskeycreekpress.com/authors/Paula_Martin.shtml
Also on Amazon and Bookstrand.
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