In case you haven’t heard, Santorini Sunset is now available on Amazon! Woohoo and Yeehaw! The Kindle version will be available in May.
If you’ve seen the book trailer: Santorini Sunset by Trailer Trash Productions, you’ll remember the line: “Somewhere between my wedding cake baking and peacock herding . . .”
Several people have asked me about that, so here’s a scene from Santorini Sunset that explains how the peacocks became part of the wedding in paradise. Hope you enjoy:
“Caroline!” Mother screamed. “Get down here this instant!” Mother doesn’t scream. She manipulates, insults and demands, but screaming wasn’t in her arsenal.
Something was amiss.
“Dammit.” The no swearing vow would have to wait until I was stateside again.
I kissed him one more time to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, threw on a robe and went downstairs. The racket was ear-piercing. Loud screeches.
People scurrying about. More loud screeches. Feathers floating in the air. Feathers? What the heck?
“What did you say to the florist?” Mother demanded.
“What are you talking about?” I was completely confused. Then, through the kitchen window, I saw it. Or them, I should say. “Oh no!” I moaned and put my face in my hands. “No! No! No!” I left the house.
The yard was littered with fifteen of the loudest, most obnoxious creatures on earth. Peacocks, in all their vain glory, strutted across the yard.
Gabi ran outside. She was wearing a pair of extremely short shorts and a tank-top. Morning yoga would be my guess. Her peace and tranquility shattered by the screeching of the beasts. When she saw the birds, she fell to the ground, crying hysterically.
“You’re ruining my wedding!” she accused me.
“Me? What did I do?”
“You ordered peacocks! I thought you were my friend and you’re trying to ruin my wedding. First the ribbon and now this! Are you that jealous of me?”
Let’s talk about ruining someone’s wedding! Of course, I didn’t say that.
“Gabi. I didn’t order peacocks and I’ve never been jealous of you.” I said it calmly. I was quite proud of myself.
The delivery boy, who was standing terror stricken next to the truck, handed me the manifest.
The order date was three months prior. When I saw who ordered them, my eyes bulged out of my head. Another glance to be sure. No way! I looked at him, confused, and he shrugged.
“Fess up!” I demanded.
Everyone turned to Albert. “Sweetheart, remember when we were at dinner a few months ago in Napa? There were peacocks roaming the gardens? You said you thought they were beautiful, so I thought I’d surprise you with them at the wedding. I know I should have talked it over with you first.”
“Oh Albert!” Gabi ran into his arms. “That is the sweetest thing, ever! I love you so much!”
Great! When I ordered them I was a jealous sister, hell-bent on ruining her wedding, but Albert ordering them…
Why peacocks? My friend, Amethyst, and I were in Crete and encountered these lovely creatures. I have at least 300 pictures of them, so I figured I needed to use them in a book. How’s that for creative process?