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"Three friends join their love stories to create a romantic magic that is both beguiling and whimsical."


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1. No baby mama drama, no drugs, and no bang bang shoot'em up. Just boy meets girl, good old sexual tension, and sweet romance like the great American love story should be told.

2. No, this is no ordinary tale. Written in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may cross over and join one another. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. I hope you enjoy it.

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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Love of True Romance Rests Between Covers~Tripping Prince Charming

Tripping Prince Charming received a new review and I love it:♡♡ 

As the title suggests, this book is a twist on the traditional fairy tale. A trio of best friends form their teenage years have not yet connected with Mr. Right. The characters are portrayed with insight, candor and often humour, making this a fun read even though romance is not my genre of choice.
Wade has chosen a unique presentation for the triple story with suggestions for music and some illustrations. It’s different but it adds an interesting element to the flow of the book.
We begin in the middle, sort of, as each of the trio discovers that their Mr. Right has reached their point of no return leaving the young women bereft and wondering what went wrong.
Then Wade takes on the journey of what brought them to that point. And how the three friends relate to each other will take you back to your own “best” friendships, the kind we all want. Some of the most humorous parts of the story happens between the trio as they commiserate over their missteps in their attempts to “trip prince charming”.
But wait. I did say this was a fairy tale, right? Wade makes skillful and entertaining work of telling the misadventures on the way to happy ever after.
This book is unusual in a number of ways: the “triple” romances, the presentation order and style, and the ending. If you like fairy tales but think you’ve outgrown them give this little gem a try. I did and I’m not sorry.
(I received a free copy for an honest review) http://www.amazon.com/Tripping-Prince-Charming-Romance-orts-ebook/product-reviews/B00FMRYU9S/  

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  • Ways this post or blog held or lost your attention.
  • Is there a way I can enchance it visually?
  • Did you find any interest in the featured book?
  • What social network would be best for you to share this information?

  • I'd love it if you told me your answers in the comments below so I can know how to serve my readers.
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    Friday, July 25, 2014

    Act 5: Scene 2-Love is in the Air~Franklin & Carmella (2NE1 & Locked Out of Heaven)

    Tripping Prince Charming is no ordinary tale. Written in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may cross over and join one another. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. I hope you enjoy it.
    Act 5: 
    Love is in the Air 
    "Can I Just Stay Here? Spend the Rest of My Days Here?"
    Scene 2
    Breaking Spells


             "Franklin," she slid her fingers through the loops of his jeans and pulled him as close as she could with the presence of the pillow bunched between them, "Don't worry about that."
        "Don't worry?" He rubbed his hands down her back and around the curves of her buttocks, sucking in his breath at their simultaneous thrusting movements. "Are you saying you're on the pill?"
        "No, I'm just saying not to worry about it. One time won't hurt anything. It'll be okay."
        Franklin laughed and slowly pushed himself off the bed. "Honey, a lot of people have said the exact same thing and have ended up in some pretty dire situations."     
    She sat up, pulling the pillow up and in front of her.
    "How dire could a situation get between the two of us, Franklin?"     
    Looking into her eyes, he had to smile at the pout on her lips and the exaggerated flutter of her lashes.    
     "Me, I would go to Hell and kiss Satan's butt if it means I could spend eternity with you."    
     
    "And I you, so what's the problem?"    
     "What if you became pregnant, and then decided you didn't want me anymore? I wouldn't be able to live. No you and my child gone… I would just die."     
    "Are you saying you wouldn't marry me? You would let me just have a kid on my own? Yeah, I would probably have to leave you then."    
     "See, so that we don't even have to face that kind of situation, I'm just going to leave now."     "Geez, Franklin I'm only kidding." Carmella grabbed her robe from the edge of the bed and followed him out of the room. "I would never leave you."  
     "Girl, I am well aware of that. The next time we meet and every time after that, I'm going to be prepared."     
    "God, you're driving me crazy, Franklin."     
    "Maybe the next time you invite me over, you will plan things better. It can't always be on the man to protect the woman." He leaned over, gave her lips a quick kiss and walked out of the door.    
    "Well, I can honestly tell you this much, Cupcake." She returned to the present and dished the prepared foods into decorative bowls. "He won't be walking out of here tonight."    

     Pulling a bag of various colored condoms from a drawer in the island she poured them into a glass container and pushed on the lid. She had a special place for this. Carrying the jar towards the hallway, she stopped behind the couch in the living room and turned up the volume on the TV. Holding the jar tightly, she danced in rhythm to the tones of her favorite video. Since meeting Franklin, all other songs had become obsolete;  2NE1's I Love You was now her motto.

    .
    English Version of Carmella's song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Kp1LZCeeV8


     Carmella, taking slow bites on a grape, sat mesmerized by the sight of Franklin, dressed in nothing but pajama bottoms, moving around in her kitchen preparing breakfast, He sang the chorus to Bruno Mars' Locked Out of Heaven loudly and in good voice. The grape slipped from her fingers, hit the counter top and fell to its squishing end, when Franklin bent at the waist to retrieve a dish towel from the floor and wiggled his butt in her direction. Coughing slightly, she cleared her throat and picked up another grape. 
    "So, is that little action a necessary move for picking up dropped items?" She ate a bit of the fruit, chewed and swallowed. "I may have to start doing that. Looks very enticing"    
     "Please don't do it while I'm around. I'll have to take it as an invitation."     
    "I should hope so. If I have learned anything from the last month, you are the best," She left her place at the counter. "It's the fact you are the best and most thoroughly entertaining guest." Coming up behind him, she slipped her hands around his waist and into the pockets of his pajamas. "That's why I give you an open invitation. Sing that song again. I have really started to love it." She kissed the lobe of his ear.     
    "If you don't move your hands, you'll find out exactly why I needed your cooking class. My secret of being the world's worst cook will be exposed. Along with the equipment I use for entertaining. I'd love to spend another day cuddling in bed with you, but I have to get to the airport."     
    "Yeah, I know." Resting her head on his back, she reluctantly removed her hands and pretended she would return to her seat. “Me, too. But first I have to meet the girls."    
     “So, what do your girls think about this?"     
    "Think about what? Me, having breakfast in the kitchen?"    
    "No, the fact you are being practically eaten for breakfast on the kitchen island." He turned until he was facing her and pulled her close into his arms. The quick movements of his hands releasing the knot of her short lacy robe exposed her matching panties and bare breast. An action that started off as a hungry quick kiss, turned into a desperate need for immediate fulfillment. Pushing her to the small space of wall between the pantry door and the refrigerator, Franklin caressed her body, hands gliding down until they reached the top of her panties, before stopping. "Do we have time for this?"
         
    Carmella chuckled softly. "We don't have the time not to do this. I would die right here if we didn't and you left me hanging."     
    "And I refuse to let you die when I can be your savior."

    Before you leave, please take some time to do this…

    Write down a couple of quick notes for:


  • Ways this post or blog held or lost your attention.
  • Is there a way I can enchance it visually?
  • Did you find any interest in the featured book?
  • What social network would be best for you to share this information?

  • I'd love it if you told me your answers in the comments below so I can know how to serve my readers.
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    Thursday, July 24, 2014

    Act 6: Scene 1- Dragons, Trolls and all Those Distractions (Stay)

     Tripping Prince Charming is no ordinary tale. Written in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may cross over and join one another. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. I hope you enjoy it.

    Act 6: 
     Dragons, Trolls and all Those Distractions 
     Scene 1   
     Cry Me a River 


       “Are you serious? Are we really having this argument right now?” Carmella moved so that she was standing right in front of Franklin and looking straight into his eyes. “I'm not saying we need to break up, I'm just asking if this is how we’re going to spend the rest of our relationship. I’ve seen you with the women at church, you seem so comfortable with them and it just makes me wonder, that’s all. I know I came off kind of pushy in the beginning and so I don’t want you believing you have to stay with me if you don’t want to.” 
        "Well, I don’t know what else I can say or do. I can't put up with another stall in our relationship." Franklin, in the process of setting the dining table for dinner paused what he was doing and slowly put the dishes and cutlery he held in his hands on the tabletop. "One minute we're all kissie-kissie and the next you're second guessing. Either you want me or you don't. Until you figure that out, I'll be staying away. Call me when you’re truly ready to give it a real go." 
        "Oh my God, Franklin, listen, don't leave like this, it's ridiculous.” 
        Carmella crossed the room to the kitchen island, misjudged the placement of the baked Ziti on its counter, but never stopped as it toppled to the floor. Even with her speed and agility, she was unable to get to the door before he walked through. She rushed outside in time to see him climb into his car and shut the door. After a few words, he drove off, leaving her standing in shock in the driveway. 
        Carmella stood a few more minutes staring into the empty street, before pulling her phone from her pocket. She couldn’t believe Franklin had broken up with her. She needed to talk to Ivy, but before she could dial her cousin's number, the phone rang. It was Lillie-Rose, crying her heart out. While trying to comfort her and find out the problem, Ivy buzzed into the call, inserting her into the conversation by three-way; Carmella was disconcerted to also hear Ivy crying tragically through the line.  
       “Wait….hold on…stop, both of you. I can’t understand what either of you are saying. You're crying and talking at the same time. Are you saying you had fights with Bernard and Nathaniel? That’s so crazy, I just had one with Franklin. Is this some kind of conspiracy or something? Did the guys plan this as a joke?" Running her fingers through her hair in agitation, she paced a few steps. "I was just about to call you. This has turned out to be the worst day in my life. Can you come over here? Just pack a suitcase and come over here. We can have a damned pity party and discuss what we can do to fix this.”  
       After sharing a few more comforting words and agreeing to meet at seven, Carmella hung up the phone and ran into the house. She slammed the door and threw herself on the couch to cry broken-heart and alone.    
     Forty-five minutes later, Carmella opened the door, quietly watching as Ivy and Lillie-Rose entered; each dropping their overnight bag to the floor of the foyer and solemnly continuing their trek towards the kitchen.  
       “I thought we’d hang out around the pool and watch tear jerkers all night.”  
       “Good, that’s the exact mood I’m in.” Lillie-Rose changed the direction she was walking in and followed Carmella. 
        “Me, too,” Ivy agreed. “I just want someone to jerk my ignorant head off and tell me what to do." She stopped in mid stride, closing her eyes as if in severe pain. "Oh my God, Carmella, do you need to have Rhianna's song on?” Ivy rubbed her fingers on her temples. “I’ve always thought Stay was the saddest song ever, but now, it just fits perfectly with my misery and I don’t think I can handle it.”
         “Well, I want to wallow in misery for the rest of the evening until I know exactly what I can say to make this right for me. I didn’t start having fantasies of living a Disney movie just to have my glass slippers thrown at my head.” Carmella flopped into the cushions of the large couch and turned on the television. “Grab whatever snacks you want and make yourself comfortable. We have a stack of movies to go through.”
         Two hours later, above the soft voices coming from the screen, the only sound to be heard was the sniffling of the three women huddled on the couch; each in varied positions of despair, none of them able to make the other believe they were crying over the heartbroken heroine in the movie.  
       “Okay, listen.” Carmella turned off the TV. “We have got to fix this. I'm way too sad. I can’t understand what happened today. Was something sinister in the wind? Everything seemed fine between me and Franklin and the next thing I know, he’s walking out the door.” She stopped to wipe the tears streaming down her face. Pulling her legs to her chest, she lowered her head to rest it on her knees. “I don’t think I can live without him.” Her voice broke as did the dam on her tears. Carmella’s heartbroken sobs, a catalyst to the emotions of the others and they joined her in her wailing. After a few moments Ivy stood and paced the room. 
        “Damn, my arrogance and my need to be a manipulator. I’m going to call and apologize. It was wrong of me to try and twist Bernard to my way of thinking. I’d gotten so used to moving the two of you around I figured I could do the same with him. How stupid and selfish of me. He looked frustrated out of his mind when he talked about me and Nathaniel. I just can't make him believe we're just friends. I don't know what else to do other than getting Nathaniel and Lillie-Rose married. I'm going to go call him right now.” She picked up her cell from the table and moved to the farthest corner of the room.
         Lillie-Rose followed Ivy’s movements with her eyes, watching calmly for a few minutes before she herself stood.  
       “I should go and call, Nathaniel. Our misunderstanding is my fault. I should have opened my mouth instead of letting fear hold my mouth shut. I know in my heart, Nathaniel is nothing like Dannon. I just need to make sure he knows I know.”
           Pulling her cell from the pocket of her dress, she dialed Nathaniel’s number. After two minutes of conversation, she was giggling into the phone.  
       Sighing softly, Carmella smiled at her friends, both in the middle of animated conversations, no longer resembling the women who had arrived two hours ago. The evidence of their happiness filled the room. Going into the kitchen to retrieve her cell, she climbed onto the island’s bar stool. She’d missed three calls.     
     “Hi, Franklin it’s me, I see you called. Wait, before you say anything, I want to tell you I’m calling to apologize. I’m calling to let you know there’s no way on Earth I want to be without you and I’m sorry for keeping you confused about what I  want ...no, need from you.” She laughed aloud at his response. “No, you can’t come over. The girl and I are…hold on a minute.” 
    She turned at the sound of throats being cleared behind her. Both Ivy and Lillie-Rose stood in the doorway, their bags in hand, they smiled and making thumbs up signs before waving and walking out the front door. “Never mind,” she chuckled. “Obviously they’ve found their glass slipper because they’ve gone. So, yes, you can come over. The trolls of dissension have been slapped to the floor and the crisis is over.”
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    Act 4: Scene 3-Breadcrumbs~ Nathaniel & Lillie-Rose (As Long As You Love Me, Diamonds)


    Tripping Prince Charming is no ordinary tale. Written in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may cross over and join one another. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. I hope you enjoy it. 


    Act 4: 
    Tripping the Prince  
    Scene 3
    Breadcrumbs

    Lillie-Rose, looking around the park admiring the huge decorative coin filled water fountain and the variety of flowers - well, anything that would keep her eyes from becoming frozen on his face, quickly focused her gaze on Nathaniel.
         “Now, that’s an odd thing to say, Nathaniel. It seems like I saw you twice today.”
        "Come on. One was an accident.” He raised his foot so she could see the back of his heel. “And the other was a setup. I've seen Ivy and Carmella many times and you are never around. It just seems strange to me. They've had causal dinners, invited me and obviously you, but you don't show up and I'm left sitting like a fifth wheel."
         "I've been very busy lately. Besides, I had no idea you were being invited. When I backed out they never said anything, serves them right."
        "What about me? Don’t I deserve some amount of consideration?”
        Lillie-Rose chewed silently, studying his face to gauge his true emotions. "If you really want to know the truth, I consider you a helluva lot. It’s becoming a bit of a distraction. Every time I’m around you, an accident occurs. So, I try to stay away."
         "You know I was warned to stay away from you."
        "Really, who would do that?"
         "Oh, just about every male in the county. The day you pushed...I mean I fell down the mountain; I received an earful from police, EMT, and emergency room workers."
         "Really?" Lillie-Rose picked up her sandwich and took another bite.
         "Yep. I was warned you would hurt me. What all of those volunteer saviors don't know is I love a little pain, especially when it’s given by a tiny wisp of a woman."
         Lillie-Rose didn't realize she was staring at Nathaniel with her mouth hanging open until she felt his finger under her chin, pushing it shut. To add more humiliation, she choked as she tried to swallow the bite of food with a mouth as dry as the ManabĂ­ desert. Nathaniel jumped out of his seat and rushed to thump her on the back while pushing his bottle of water towards her, succeeding only in having the water fall over the edge of the table and into her lap. She jumped up and immediately connected Nathaniel’s chin with the top of her head. He stepped back and placed his hand on her shoulder.    
     “Relax and don’t leave.” Moving back to his chair, he rubbed his chin. “You know, just because I said I liked pain doesn’t mean you have to oblige.”  
       Lillie-Rose tried to laugh.     
    “I’m so sorry, Nathaniel. See what I told you, every time we’re together….”
        “Don’t blame me. All I was doing was sitting here admiring a beautiful woman when she lost control of herself.”
        “Wait, let’s get the story straight. The beautiful woman, me, I presume, was sitting, enjoying the view, when a gorgeous guy, you, made an outrageous comment which caused the beautiful woman, still me, to cough and then we get to your part of the story.”     
    “Whoa! You think I’m gorgeous?”    
     “How could you doubt it?”    
        “I can only go by your action. Wherever I am, you do your damnedest not to be.”
         “Then I should think you would try harder to be wherever I am.”
         “I find it much easier to have you come to me. Why else do you think you’re here?”
              “Oh, I know now, but I believed I was coming to hang out with one of my best friends - who may not be a friend for much longer.”
         “Try not to be angry with Ivy. She told me how much you dislike blind dates, but I begged her to be the go between. I figured since we already know each other, there’s no blindness here.”
         Lillie-Rose pushed her sandwich away.     
    “So what do you expect to gain from this little date?”
         “More dates so we can get to know each other better.”
         “To be totally honest, I don’t really know. All I know is, I looked up and saw a mountain in the middle of a field of Bluebonnets, and there was an angel standing on it. The most beautifully carved angel of ebony I had ever seen. I wanted desperately to touch you. There’s nothing I want to do more, than watch you. Telling myself I was crazy, I put in my mind the vision was of a lost child. In reality I fell down the mountain and the angel has taken over my every thought. I need to either exorcise you or get to know you better.”
         “I have to admit,” Lillie-Rose drew small circles on the surface of the picnic table with her pinkie finger, too shy to look into his face. “I’ve been wanting to, but didn’t want Ivy to know. She’d never let me live it down.”
         “I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”
         “Then it’s a deal.” Lillie-Rose reached across the table to shake Nathaniel’s hand as he reached to respond, he quickly rescued an opened can of coke.
         “See, we could end up a team.”
         “We can only wish.”

    Act 6:
                       Scene 5                   
    The Pea


    Walking through the adjoining bathroom to the room, Ivy always used, she smiled in anticipation of talking with her friend. Since the devastating breakup, the three friends were closer than ever. There’s nothing like the idea of losing the love of your life to pull the emotional strings tighter. But this wasn't going to be one of those lighthearted chats; she was going to chew her out for instigating this sleepover. As was habit, she pushed open the bedroom door without knocking and barged into the room, words flowing before she'd taken two steps across the threshold.   

             “Well, Ms. Ivy Gardiner, this is a fine mess you have us in. What am I supposed to do with Nathaniel?”
         “What do you want to do with me?"     
    Frozen in mid-step at the sound of Nathaniel’s deep voice, Lillie-Rose stuttered as she backed to the door.  
              “Wha…what are you doing I here? Where’s Ivy?”
         “Shhhh.” He pulled her into the room and wrapped her in his arms. “She’s not here, and if you stay quiet, no one will know you’re in here, either.”     
    Sighing softly, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “What are you going to do to keep me quiet?”     “Everything I can possibly think of."
    Pressing her back against the wall, Nathaniel slid his hands under her blouse to caress her breasts and release them from the confines of her bra. Once they were free, he replaced the caress of his hands with the hot exploration of his lips. The expected little squeal she emitted was music to his ears.           “You wanna go take a shower?”     
            “What? Are you serious?”
            “Yeah, in there I can make you scream my name and no one would hear.” Ever so slowly he rubbed his hand up her thigh, effectively dragging the material of her dress up with it. At the same time he began kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. “Or we can just finish what we started last night, right here and now.”     
           “What if someone walks in?”     
           “Then they are in for a surprise.” He nuzzled her neck until she giggled. “So, stay quiet.”
         “How can I stay quiet when you’re doing your best to make me laugh?”     
    He ran his thumb across her nipple before reluctantly pushing her away. “It’s either that or make love to you right here and now.”
         “For a minute I thought we were going to….”
        “Ah, my Lillie-Rose,” He interrupted, "I’m so tempted, but then we would have to spend the rest of the evening fielding questions.”
        “Damn, that’s true.” Closing her eyes briefly, she rearranged her clothing and opened the door. “I’ll tell you one thing,” Stepping through the opening she turned back to look at Nathaniel before walking away. “I’m going to kill Carmella for this sleeping arrangement and Ivy for this sleepover - as if I'll be able to sleep tonight."
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    Act 4: Scene 1-Tripping the Prince~ Ivy & Bernard (I Won't Give Up on Us)


    Tripping Prince Charming is no ordinary tale. Written in acts and scenes, each scene is written with a particular girl in mind and they may cross over and join one another. The main characters have their special avatars and each couple has a theme/favorite song. Watch for the signs and the road will be easy to travel. I hope you enjoy it.
         

     Act 4:
     Tripping the Prince 
                            
                             Scene 1            
     What's That I See? 


          
    Pulling into the vacant spot in the front of Ivy's flower shop, Bernard chuckled to himself as he reached over to retrieve the box of candy from the seat of the passenger side of the car. He hoped the gift of chocolates wasn't too corny. After all, how could you bring flowers to the owner of a flower shop? As he lifted the package his gaze immediately focused on Ivy inside the store. She wasn't alone. As a matter of fact, she was smiling and hugging a much larger guy. From the back and even in his plain white t-shirt and jeans, Bernard could see the man would be formidable competition. Women tended to like muscle-bound giants and this guy was definitely one of those. Bernard continued observing the two until the guy walked out of the door, entered his car and drove out of sight. For what seemed like eons he’d continued sitting trying to make up his mind to the feasibility of pursuing his dreams; his dreams won.
        When he entered the shop the transformation from the bright natural sunlight to the cool dimness of the interior distorted Bernard's vision for a moment and he didn't see Ivy standing behind a shelving of greeting cards. Her smile when she peeked around at the sound of the bell was at first, casually friendly and then beaming.
         "Hi, Bernard," she greeted him softly. "I'm so glad to see you. I was just talking about you."
        "Really? With whom?"
         "Well, with Carmella and Lillie-Rose of course."
        "Oh. Do you tell them everything?"
         Ivy laughed. "Yes, I do, pretty much." She went back to straightening the cards. "We talk about everything."
         "You think you'll ever feel secure enough to do the same with me?"
         "Not likely."
        Ivy moved to the counter where she rested her bottom on the edge. From where she was perched she would see behind him, out the large pane window and to his car. The exact same view she'd had minutes earlier. She'd seen Bernard pull up and had been so excited and in her excitement she had been a little over exuberant in sending Nathaniel on his way. True, they laughed over Lillie-Rose's disappearing acts at social events, but she guessed the hug had been a little too much for Bernard's fragile confidence in her affections. After all, they had only been dating a few weeks and total trust hadn't been built yet.
        "Some things a girl just can't tell a guy. Especially not the guy she likes beyond endurance."     "Would you tell me if you preferred someone else?"
        "I’d tell you in a heartbeat. Playing with someone's emotions is something I would never do, the same way I wouldn't want anyone using me for a fool."
         Bernard cleared his throat and changed the subject.     
    "I brought you something." He took the gold wrapped box of candy from behind him and handed it to her. "I hope you eat candy."
         "All of the time. Can't you tell by my huge derriere?" Laughing, she turned her butt in his direction before accepting the gift and putting it on the counter.
         Bernard laughed along with her. “I would never slip your derriere into the ‘huge’ category. I like it just the way it is." He cleared his throat, hoping his question wouldn’t rush him into the needy category in her eye. “Who was that guy, Ivy?”
         “You mean the one who just left? That’s Nathaniel Wilson. He works for my dad and will be helping me out here on delivery days.”
         “What was that hug you gave him all about?”
        Ivy laughed.     
    “It was nothing. I just thanked him for continuing to stick with trying to date Lillie-Rose. I believe they’ll make a terrific couple.”
         “As long as he understands she’s his girl and you’re out of bounds.”
         “Oh, he does. I have plans for them and I don’t plan on failing. So, what about us? Feel like having lunch?”
         “You know it. As a matter of fact, I’d gladly starve to death for you.”
        “Not bloody damned likely," She pulled her purse from a drawer under the desk and led the way to the door. “I’m an eater. Can’t you tell from your position behind me? Let’s go get something delicious.”
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    Tuesday, July 22, 2014

    Uhmmmhmmm. Yuuup, We Said That~ Discussing Tripping Prince Charming


    Hello, so the other day a terrific discussion of Tripping Prince Charming was held on my Facebook page.
    Three strong, independent women with no time for romance or girlish notions of knights in shining armor meet their match in three lovestruck men determined to make them believe in Prince Charming and happily ever after. 

     I wanted to share it with those who missed it. The discussion began with a few questions from a White (I mention her color because it pertains to her questions) reader who couldn't join, but sent her questions in a note.

    This is her note:


    "First let me explain something about my own life that may be relevant. I grew up moving constantly
    so got to the point where I really did not have any close friends like the trio in your book. So part of my confusion may come from that. 

    But, I also wonder if my question stems from a cultural/racial difference. My problem is that I don''t know how to decipher which is which. The relationship between the three women is so close and so candid . Their dialogue is very direct. This is not in any way a criticism. I thought it was very well written - but it didn't feel "real" to me. So my question is, 

    "Do young African American women actually form bonds that close and are they really able to be so frank with each other? Is that really how such friendships work?" Or am I the anomaly and, "Do all young women who form close friendships as teens and interact that way with each other?" 

    Is there a cultural difference, subtle though it may be, between how Black women relate to each other in the U'S. and how white women do in the same society? 

    Third, what about cross racial friendships. Are there differences?

    This really struck me as I was reading because I felt like I was looking into a foreign culture. It was richly and beautifully portrayed but I had difficulty relating to it. I'd love to touch on this when I write my review but it would help if I got a better insight into my questions. In other words, is it just me, because I've been isolated and never formed such friendships, or is this really a cultural difference that you have illustrated so well?

    That's what made the discussion on the thread so interesting. It is these subtle differences that can't be grasped unless you have grown up in a particular culture. For me, unless, as I said, I am the odd one out, (definitely possible) if your trio had been white I would have found your story far less believable.

    I would truly love to pursue this question in the discussion, both because I think it would get into some really interesting ideas but also because I will learn from it."

    Though the discussion was to be lighthearted it did become a topic on race and it's relationship to making and being a true friend. It began with a series of questions from a reader who later emailed, saying I and a few commenters got her intent wrong. I personally believe it is all in a person's perception and interpretation. Her email(the reader also stated she is a socialist. I like that, hope the conversation brought growth.: "I have learned to recognize my prejudices and to get over them. The fact that those people saw racism in my question proves that they, too are racist. Otherwise they would have taken my question at face value, in the same vein as it was asked... Perhaps if I had been present in the discussion I could have made all that clearer." MY RESPONSE: I think it would've been a different conversation if you had been there. More than being a racist thing, I believe it was more like a knee-jerk reaction. With those of the Black race it felt as if the human factor was being questioned.  Whether or not those answering were racist or merely stating an opinion, is on them. I personally saw no racism, not even from you. I saw confusion from you both in the friendship arena, and then in the cultural. Does that mean you are racist? I honestly felt as if you saw the Black race as different when it comes to having the same emotions as any other people. Which is why I posed your questions, I too wanted to know if others felt friendships were different within their area of life. I know nothing about a certain "culture" because I have always been around varied people. As far as I am concerned, and it seems as if many saw it, race didn't play a role in how we react to people we call friends. We agree, we disagree, we move on. I am no different when it comes to feeling as if I'm being examined by race than anyone, I always wonder where it's coming from. It's human nature, not racism. Closed minded, in my opinion is a focus on one thing, not necessarily the be all and end all of thought. I would think if anyone was questioned in a stereotypical vein they would feel defensive. No different than if someone said, you can't be friends with redheads because they fly off the handle. Or wondering if all redheads fight ? Or asking if blonds can  learn anything because they seem brainless. People defend their ideals. Talk on culture causes conversation and not necessarily anger or dissent. I think if you ask a question you have to be able to accept all of the answers. It's the only way to develop a hypothesis. If you see me in a different light than I have always shown myself, then I can't help that. I'll see you as no different. I am and will always be the same person. Ey
     

     READER'S QUESTION: Do young African American women actually form bonds that close and are they really able to be so frank with each other? Is that really how such friendships work?" Or am I the anomaly and, "Do all young women who form close friendships as teens and interact that way with each other?"

     Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod I don't think race has anything to do with it.I know I have a group of friends that know EVERYTHING about me, and we have these such interactions frequently. Without them, I would be lost.

     Ey Wade I have always taken friendships as they come, no matter the race. It is a matter of kinship and not necessarily of culture. Everyone brings something different to the table.

     Ey Wade That's how I feel too Donna.

     Ey Wade READER'S QUESTION: there a cultural difference, subtle though it may be, between how Black women relate to each other in the U'S. and how white women do in the same society?

     Inknbeans Press Friendships that last from childhood are almost like extensions of one's self. These people can finish your sentences and laugh at a one word comment because they associate it with 'do you remember that time...' They are also convinced they know what's best for you. That seems to describe Lillie-Rose, Carmella and Ivy.

     Ey Wade I agree. I loved those girls because they knew each other by a simple facial expression or the use of a certain word.

    Inknbeans Press Regarding the second question: Is it race or location? These women reminded me, to an extent, of the characters in Steel Magnolias.

    Laurie E. Boris I've seen close female friends being utterly frank with each other.

     Ey Wade I can see you seeing that, Inknbeans. They are like an extension of each other. The match making was too funny.  The reader explained how she is from Canada and the bluntness, more like the butting in, isn't part of their normal culture.

     Laurie E. Boris Ah. A little different from Americans. Laurie E. Boris Usually.

     Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod Yes, exactly. I grew up, from the third grade on, in village...literally. I knew everyone in that town, everyones parents, sisters, brothers grandparents, but I did not connect with everyone. The girls I connected with at an early age, I stayed connected with and am still connected with them to this day. It's precious.

     Ey Wade In the story, if the ladies weren't true friends, I don't think the story would have worked out.

     Ed Drury Being somewhat familiar with your other works, I thought Tripping was a very deliberate change in direction for you. Something of a concept piece which seemed to lend itself to stage or screen. Had you had any thoughts of these characters performing these lines on a stage while you wrote it?

     Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod That is true. There are members of my group of friends who can walk into my house and say "Something stinks in here." Anyone else would be horrified, but I know they are saying this because they know I have no sense of smell, and it is up to them to help me out with this.

     Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod I, too, thought this would be a good stage play.

     Ey Wade ANOTHER QUESTION FROM THE READER: Third, what about cross racial friendships. Are there differences? This really struck me as I was reading because I felt like I was looking into a foreign culture. It was richly and beautifully portrayed but I had difficulty relating to it.

     Ey Wade I would LOVE to see it as a play. These ladies were so alive to me, not to mention pushy I would like to see the words coming from flesh.

     Ey Wade I like it when people can be totally blunt with me. That way I know they are being themselves. That's how I wanted these girls to come off. Not to mention the guys. Lol. I wanted the same for them, especially real emotions.

     Ey Wade Laurie, do you think Americans have different reactions to friendships?

     Ed Drury From my experience my black friends and my white friends seem to view the issue of race quite differently from each other. I think whites in American image a "post racial America" and tend to dismiss any cultural differences. Clearly there is a lot to be learned about each other if we drop pretense and guilt. People have difficulty doing that with each other, racial stuff aside. 

    Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod I have one friend, who is the "is that what you're wearing?" friend. You know what I mean.

     Inknbeans Press I was just thinking of that example, Donna. And that person isn't saying it to insult you, but to make sure you look your best.

     Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod Well, that's what she says, anyway...I just know it's my cue to go change.

     Ed Drury So long as they have M&Ms they can say whatever, eh?

     Ey Wade I know exactly what you mean, Donna.

     Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod Damn straight. Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod My son has one african american friend and race always comes up somehow. We have just learned to roll with it. We have a lot of fun together. I always tell him that he is whiter than I am.

     Ey Wade Sometimes, Ed I think people of different races try to shield each other's feelings too much when they become friends. I think you should be open and cultural difference wouldn't matter.

     Ed Drury I was wondering if you've had much feed back from male readers about TPC?

     Ey Wade Not much. Which is why I valued your beta and the review. You're deep and critical.

     Ey Wade So, what opinion do you all have about the format of Tripping Prince Charming?

     Ed Drury I thought it a bit risky but you pulled it off in the end. Really brave format, I thought it was leading in a full on multimedia kind of thing. I'd love to see a version formatted for a tablet like the fire and with full permissions to play the songs and all.

     Ey Wade That would be awesome because each song makes the couple. I do have them on the blog, though.

     RH Ramsey Isola Author I agree with the comments so far. I don't really think race has anything to do with how close or blunt or candid people are. To me, it just depends on what types of boundaries have been set. Like someone else said, friends whove known each other since childhood might put it all out there and say it like they mean it. If they're new friends or private about their private lives, completely changes the discussions. Loved the friendship the girls had, and loved the role "pops" played as well.

     Ey Wade The story started off as three separate books, then was supposed to be one after the other but some how ended in that format.

     Ed Drury Pops wins the day in the end. The smartest one in every room it would seem. I could read a book all about his life as a young person, you know how he came to be the person he is.

     RH Ramsey Isola Author I appreciated "stay" ... I'd had it on repeat and then saw it as a crucial part of the book.

     Ey Wade Girl, uhm RH Ramsey If it weren't for you he would've been a minor character. All you had to say was, I wish I knew more about him. Ed, I've thought about it. He did make the story in the end.

     Ey Wade "Stay" is what changed the format. I was riding in the car writing a piece about Lillie-Rose and when I heard Rihanna ' s song I felt so sad for Lillie-Rose. The entire piece went through my mind as an interlude and I could figure out how to put a break in the middle of a book and then continue with the rest. Entire format change.

     Ey Wade The idea of Acts and Scenes really challenged me. That was the reason for icons to show change.
    RH Ramsey Isola Author That was really unique, Ey.

    Ed Drury Do you feel that the acts and scenes structure helped you like an outline?

     Ey Wade What did you feel about the trick Franklin played on Carmella in their first scene? Would you trust a guy who went to that extreme.

     Ed Drury I remember thinking he was a complete dick.

     Ey Wade Lol, me too. I think I wouldn't have given him a second look.

     Ey Wade It did in a way, Ed. It helped me go through all of the books to put them together. Thanks RH Ramsey

     RH Ramsey Isola Author Did pops have a special song? I dont remember him having one? What would it be??

     Ey Wade I loved Ruby Mountain. What feelings did you get from the area? Sometimes I didn't feel as if I describe it enough.

     RH Ramsey Isola Author Depending on my connection with people, i give chances. People have bad days and "you play too much" moments. Sometimes disappear and have a bad feeling and never look back

     RH Ramsey Isola Author It was something that inspired me to really work on my own details. It was so beautiful. Went with the fairy tale theme.

      Ey Wade Good then it worked. It's the kind of place I would like to hang out. Feeds The romantic side while relaxing the old spirit.

     Ey Wade I know I mentioned a song for Pops, oh in the scene when he's scaring heck out of Nathaniel.

     RH Ramsey Isola Author Whats the song

      Ey Wade John Mayer's song- Daughters Inknbeans Press Was it Daughters?

     Ey Wade I tend to get a lot of feedback about Lillie-Rose, she seems to be a favorite. I wonder why.

     Inknbeans Press She's an overcomer.

     Ey Wade Yes, sorry. Moving from house to car. I think the song said it just right. Pops doesn't play when it comes to those girls.

     RH Ramsey Isola Author Did any particular character "speak to you" more than others? Was anyone's storyline more challenging than others?

     Ey Wade Hmmm, I think Carmella ' s was the hardest. I had to get her around being pissed at Franklin to loving him. Lillie-Rose, hard as she was, I knew she would be a marshmallow. Lol someone told me the other day, they thought Ivy was too messy.

     Ey Wade Inknbeans Press, I guess that's the thing. I love Nathaniel. He takes a lot but stands right there for her.

     Ey Wade One last question. What was your opinion about the little old lady, Esther Rose and the riot being in the book? Inknbeans Press I liked her. And discussing the riot gave the story gravitas. People learn something while being entertained.

     Ey Wade I posed the questions from the reader in a few other social networks and the responses were very similar to the answers here. No sees a difference in friendships by race. As long as people are treated as humans and not a species of animal who just doesn't understand human emotions.

     Inknbeans Press It's a love story. That's a pretty universal theme.

     RH Ramsey Isola Author exactly!

       Christina W.: I am unable to speak on what friendships are like among other races but I would like to share from my position as a black woman and one whom has friendships within and outside my race.  What I do love and find to be true is that my friendships with women of color ( African Americans and Hispanics) are definitely lively, direct in delivery and what an observer may call "rich in dialogue".  Our conversations often flow with an "ease" of understanding based on certain life commonalities and experiences.  We talk about things that regardless of geographical upbringing just seem to be universally part of the "black" or minority experience.  "Be home before the streetlights come on", influence of music, family ties, community involvement and so many other things.  Culture is a major part of who I am and when I connect on that level it definitely makes for a good foundation.  I am not saying that I can't have meaningful relationships with white friends because I do, but it is still different.   When I was younger I didn't engage my white friends in certain conversations for their comfort and I believe to protect the friendship because I knew that if the "wrong" thing was said it would forever change us.  However, as I've grown I realize that is a disservice to the friendship and doesn't beget vulnerability.  So now those that are in my crew get ALL of me and my truth :)

    So to answer in a summary, I do find that with my black friends the friendships are very frank, we love on an innate "sisterhood" level and because of how the greater society can dismiss us we stick together with a bond of " I love you girl regardless if nobody else does".

    Ey Wade: I understand.  I've had close relationships with different people of several races and have always been myself. For those who felt any racial issues they had to handle that on their own. I feel friendships are personal and can only be based on the true commitment of the people involved.


     Lou LaFollette A note to the commentator (READER). Your failure to develop close friendships is a direct result of your continuous mobility during your youth. Making friends in the peer group is extremely important developmentally. It is the first step in achieving independence. Judith Rich Harris has written a book, "The Nurture Assumption" which details the psychological importance of these peer relationships. (I disagree with Ms. Harris when she debunks the importance of the infantile years, but she is right on the adolescent years.) Children in military families, or children in foster care are especially susceptible to this failure to develop peer relationships because of excessive mobility. (Many of those early peer relationships prove to be life long.) To the degree that race is involved as a factor, I would say it is because of the differences in relative mobility. Also female dominated black families have learned to maintain relationships under very trying circumstances. (Black children in foster care tend to be cared for within the extended family, rather than by strangers, which is what is typical for white children in foster care.)

    Michael J. Wow! The woman making the inquiry is definitely the odd person out. It is very common for women of all races and cultures to have close bonds with one another. Anything to the contrary is an aberration. Unfortunately, the woman making the inquiry is the person deprived of the rich and full relationships women of all races and cultures share with one another. This woman's void of close friendships with other women is a major deficit for her. How sad...

    Elaine D. Our rich capacity as human beings to love and enjoy deep, meaningful friendships with others is not down to culture or skin colour: It is a gift from God, our Creator, who describes himself as the very essence of Love. Time spent with others, sharing our vulnerabilities, giving without expecting anything in return, and being there to encourage, support and inspire through the tough times are the seeds from which spring beautiful friendships, We need to care a little more and reach out more often...

    Ey Wade: I agree Elaine. I had never thought of the capacity of friendship being measured by race.

    Trace Loveless Hill No,since I am a Urban Christian Writer that would be closed minded.

    Ey Wade It does sound a bit closed minded. As an author, I feel frustrated with the idea of non POC seeing use as a species without the same emotions and reactions as them.

    Michael J. Wow! The woman making the inquiry is definitely the odd person out. It is very common for women of all races and cultures to have close bonds with one another. Anything to the contrary is an aberration. Unfortunately, the woman making the inquiry is the person deprived of the rich and full relationships women of all races and cultures share with one another. This woman's void of close friendships with other women is a major deficit for her. How sad...

    Ey Wade:  That's exactly how I felt. You miss a lot when you don't have friends.

    Michael J.: The deprivation caused when she was a child has nothing to do with her ability to foster close relationships as an adult. You are not responsible for her inability to relate to the character's voices in your book (which I'm sure are drawn from some of your real-life observations/experiences). A lot of people like to blame their parents and childhood experiences for their anti-social behavior, inability to adjust, you name it; when in reality they don't want to put in the work required to change whatever it is that needs to be changed (in them). I'll bet you haven't received any other letters/inquiries citing such bizarre behavior. I'm not being flippant, but the woman sounds like she needs a few years of good therapy with a professional in that field. I believe your title is "author" Ms. Wade, not shrink. Write on my sister. Write on!

    Ey Wade: You're right, I haven't had any . I've had friendships of all races and have been candid and myself which helped me to learn a lot about other people. I'll keep writing, believe me. Thanks for responding.

    Devon Said--I agree with Michael because I've learned how to show myself friendly earlier on in life in that my first best girlfriend just happened to be Caucasian; and that worked out just fine with the both us. Later on as I grew older I had another good friend who was a co-worker for many years and who was also white. We both got along just fine...and in fact we called each other "Salt & Pepper" as an inside joke to anyone around us who seemed to have a problem with it because of their racial insecurities. And even up until today we’re still good friends and have kept in touch with each other down through the years. I believe that in order to maintain good friendships with people of other races and ethnic persuasions—we must first start at being secure enough to love ourselves unconditionally and then be willing to share that unconditional love with someone else. Thanks so much for sharing with us and may God richly bless you! Peace.

    Ey Wade: Thank you, Devon for commenting. I love the idea of open conversations. Before these questions I had no idea others wondered about the inner workings of friendships.

    Yvonne Hertzberger: Michael: Ouch! I think that was completely uncalled for. My behaviour is far from bizarre. In fact there is no "behaviour" here at all. You are jumping to conclusions based on false assumptions and defensiveness. I asked a deep question. I see the response from the previous linkedin commenter and she makes some good points. Her observations are based on experience and learning. Yours are simply nasty and judgemental. I asked a sociological question. No shrink necessary, thank you very much. In fact I have close relationships, a 42 year successful marriage and raised two well adjusted children. Take that chip off your shoulder. I actual fact I liked the book very much.

    Ey Wade I'm really glad you liked the book, Yvonne. Hopefully your questions were answered. Most believe friendships develop and deepen according to the dynamics of the individuals involved, not necessarily culture. It all depends on what the people want to receive from the relationship.

     Yvonne Hertzberger: Thanks. I'm going to reread it with fresh eyes before I post a review. 



    Ey Wade Thanks everyone for stopping by.



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    Sunday, July 20, 2014

    Tripping Prince Charming- and you thought you were over fairytales.

    "The author Ey Wade brings to the readers' attention,  three very unique and sweet, interconected love stories. The quest of finding Prince Charming leads to an ending with a fairy tale taste. But it is the path that the three couples need to walk together that is sweet, full of recpect and patience. If you love unique novels with an unusual approach you must dive into that love tale!"  Selina Bodur
    Author of "Fighting the Impossible"
    Carmella Candi, Ivy Gardiner, and Lillie-Rose McIntyre are best friends.  Strong minded women, who defied the fairytales, tore up the pink fluffy dresses and enjoyed pulling Prince Charming through the ringer and giving him a run for his money. They decided when 'happily' became 'ever after'.
    Join the discussion of Tripping Prince Charming on Ey Wade's Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/EyWade.author.publisher *Will the ladies stay or run away? *Will it be the fairytale romance of the century?  *Where is the fairy godmother when you need her? *Can women really have friendships that are that close or is it a cultural thing? 
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    Saturday, July 19, 2014

    Can Your Race Determine the Believability of Friendship?

    On tomorrow there is a planned discussion of the novel Tripping Prince Charming to be held on my Facebook page. http://facebook.com/EyWade.author.publisher A reader, who will not be able to attend, sent a few questions a head of time. They pertain to friendships, culture, and whether or not close female relationships are a Black thing or is it possible within all races. I hadn't ever thought about it, seeing it as a natural thing. But hat if you hadn't built friendships,  relationships such as the girls have in Tripping Prince Charming.  Would you find such closeness an oddity?  I can understand her question from her point of view as it is coming from 1) A loner 2) A person of noncolor and 3) As she termed it, a Canadian culture who is not that blunt.
    What is your take on this?

    Following are her questions please join the discussion.



    "First let me explain something about my own life that may be relevant. I grew up moving constantly so got to the point where I really did not have any close friends like the trio in your book. So part of my confusion may come from that. 

    But, I also wonder if my question stems from a cultural/racial difference. My problem is that I don''t know how to decipher which is which. The relationship between the three women is so close and so candid . Their dialogue is very direct. This is not in any way a criticism. I thought it was very well written - but it didn't feel "real" to me. So my question is, 

    "Do young African American women actually form bonds that close and are they really able to be so frank with each other? Is that really how such friendships work?" Or am I the anomaly and, "Do all young women who form close friendships as teens and interact that way with each other?" 

    Is there a cultural difference, subtle though it may be, between how Black women relate to each other in the U'S. and how white women do in the same society? 

    Third, what about cross racial friendships. Are there differences?


    This really struck me as I was reading because I felt like I was looking into a foreign culture. It was richly and beautifully portrayed but I had difficulty relating to it. I'd love to touch on this when I write my review but it would help if I got a better insight into my questions. In other words, is it just me, because I've been isolated and never formed such friendships, or is this really a cultural difference that you have illustrated so well?

    That's what made the discussion on the thread so interesting. It is these subtle differences that can't be grasped unless you have grown up in a particular culture. For me, unless, as I said, I am the odd one out, (definitely possible) if your trio had been white I would have found your story far less believable.

    I would truly love to pursue this question in the discussion, both because I think it would get into some really interesting ideas but also because I will learn from it.


    Now, do you see why #WeNeedDiverseBooks ?

    My answer would have to be, friendship and the reaction to them are a personal thing. I believe one may have a stronger bond with a friend or friends than they have with a sibling. Even in the dynamics of a group friendship the bond may be stronger towards one certain individual.
    Whether or not it is believable to an outsider depends on what that person has experienced in their life and relationships.
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