To celebrate the fact that it’s always Spring – somewhere, I’ve decided to put all my tales on Amazon up for free today and tomorrow (12 – 13 April). I’ll pop the links on here if you’d like to download them. I hope you enjoy them! They will go free at around 12 CMT, so in around two hours from now. African Me & Satellite TV will be published next, and then on to the second book in the Shadow People series.
And join us today and tomorrow at the Spring Fever Reads Giveaway, and stand a chance to win more books and a Kindle Fire!
Till next time friends. xxx
This is a book that I have been eagerly anticipating. After reading and loving The Dead Virgins, the first book of the India Summers murder mystery series, I opened the pages of the Treasures of Suleiman with relish, and was not disappointed. Once again Kevin Ashman had me neglecting work and family because I could not stop reading.
India and Brandon reunite to solve the murder of an old acquaintance. So begins their quest to find the Piris Reis map, which should lead them to a treasure like no other, and they are off on a journey of danger and intrigue, from the palace of Sultan Suleiman The Magnificent to exotic Istanbul and over the Caribbean to an island filled with danger from the earth, as well as danger from a man that wants them dead, and an ending that had me wanting to find this place and hunt for the treasure myself.
An absolute triumph of a story as far as I am concerned. It all came alive for me, as did the first story in the series. Kevin Ashman combines history, mystery, and a fantastic modern tale that makes you believe that it all happened, and has you gripping the sides of your kindle when the action starts.
I recommend it as highly as I can. It stands alone, but having read book one I can’t wait to see what happens in the third.
Madam said to me, “When you write your cookbook Princess, maybe it would be better if you don’t call it Africolonial Cuisine.”
She does not like that word. Colonial. She is much ashamed of what her ancestors did to us, here in Africa. Of course, I understand her shame, I have met her parents after all.
My book is not of those things, those times of great suffering, or indeed of the sufferings of today. It is of cooking. My cooking. My Africolonial Cooking. That is what it is after all, and I will not be as the ostrich, and hide my face beneath the soft sand, believing that if you cannot see it, it is not so.
I must look now, and see, which dish we shall serve first.
© Jo Robinson 2012