{"id":1902,"date":"2020-01-16T00:56:34","date_gmt":"2020-01-16T08:56:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=1902"},"modified":"2020-01-16T00:56:34","modified_gmt":"2020-01-16T08:56:34","slug":"turkish-affair-j-arlene-culiner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/01\/16\/turkish-affair-j-arlene-culiner\/","title":{"rendered":"New! The Turkish Affair by J. Arlene Culiner"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"The<\/a><\/p>\n

The setting for The Turkish Affair<\/a>\u00a0is an archaeological site in central Turkey. My heroine, Anne, is a former American journalist who, after a scandalous affair with the wrong man, lost her job and her reputation. For the last ten years, she\u2019s been in hiding, living in backwoods Turkey, working as a translator. She\u2019s not interested in romance, an affair, or a partner: falling in love is just too painful. Besides, in any relationship, you have to reveal who you are \u2014 and that\u2019s something she\u2019ll never do.<\/p>\n

My hero, Renaud Townsend is an archaeologist. He\u2019s passionate about his work, about ancient history, about discovery, and about keeping his independence. The last thing he\u2019s ever wanted is a permanent relationship. He knows that, after the first excitement and immediate desire, any love story becomes humdrum. Humdrum is what he\u2019s determined to avoid.<\/p>\n

But how do you fight an instant attraction? What happens when caring slips into the picture and trust becomes important? Throw in some artifact theft, a difficult climate, corrupt police, a murder, an empty beige plain surrounded by dark mountains, and the story begins.<\/p>\n

The blurb:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Love and Danger at the ancient Hittite site of Karakuyu<\/p>\n

Priceless artifacts are disappearing from the ancient Hittite site of Karakuyu in Turkey, and the site director has vanished. Called in to solve the mystery, archaeologist Renaud Townsend is hindered by both his inability to speak the language and the knowledge that the local police are corrupt. His attraction to translator Anne Pierson is immediate, although he is troubled by her refusal to talk about the past and her fear of public scandal. But when murder enters the picture, both Anne and Renaud realize that the risk of falling in love is not the only danger.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n

A delicious breeze tickled the air, and the little boat rocked gently. A fine line appeared between his brows, and his blue eyes were, once again, serious. \u201cI need your help.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared. \u201cMy help? With what? Translating?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. With something else. I have to find out who is behind the thefts at Karakuyu.\u201d<\/p>\n

The feeling of dread returned, but she forced herself to sound casual. \u201cHow could I possibly help you with that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d He sighed. \u201cI suppose I just don\u2019t want to feel that I\u2019m alone in this.\u201d<\/p>\n

What could she say to that? Tell him she was the last person he should team up with? That long ago, she\u2019d escaped arrest by the skin of her teeth? If she did so, this splendid moment would be over. The silver-foil glimmer of romance would be tarnished forever. He\u2019d row back to shore, drive back to G\u00fclkale, get rid of her as quickly as possible.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnne?\u201d He reached out to caress her bare arm. \u201cCome back from wherever you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know nothing about me,\u201d she said jaggedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing,\u201d he agreed.<\/p>\n

She swallowed. \u201cI could be involved in the thefts for all you know. Why ask for my help? Why choose me?\u201d<\/p>\n

He smiled faintly. \u201cA good question. I suppose, quite simply, I need\u2014or want\u2014to trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She felt utterly miserable. Why was life always like this? Wanting someone and not being able to have them? Wanting trust, but seeing it snatched away before it came close?<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, then.\u201d His voice was surprisingly tender. \u201cIf I promise not to probe into secrets, do I have the right to ask one question?\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded with resignation.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I trust you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The answer to that was simple enough. \u201cYes. Of course you can.\u201d<\/p>\n

His returning smile was radiant. \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared helplessly at the strong, angular features highlighted by the merciless sun. \u201cThat\u2019s crazy. You\u2019re willing to take my word for it? I could be lying.\u201d<\/p>\n

He leaned forward, cupped her chin in his hand, and met her gaze evenly. \u201cNo way. Not with a face as expressive as yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

Buy link: Amazon<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"The<\/p>\n

Let’s meet J. Arlene Culiner:<\/strong><\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>How did you come up with the idea for The Turkish Affair<\/strong><\/em>?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>Many events in this book are true. Like my heroine, I worked as a translator and guide in backwoods Turkey. The story of the police demanding that archaeologists verify whether smuggled coins are fakes, is absolutely true: I accompanied the three archaeologists. Leyla, the very brave and rebellious young woman who rescues Anne from a dangerous situation on a back road, really does exist. She rescued me. And one day, while passing through an archaeological site in Turkey, I briefly caught sight of a lean and elegant man. As he headed toward a jumble of smashed pillars, the bright sun caught the golden blaze of his hair. He was the inspiration for Renaud Townsend, the hero of The Turkish Affair.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>Of course I want my readers to enjoy the lovely, sometimes difficult, romance between Anne and Renaud, but I\u2019m also taking them on an exotic journey to a little known part of the world \u2014 to backwoods Turkey \u2014 where, on an archaeological site, they\u2019ll experience the thrill of discovery as well as danger. In other words, I\u2019m offering armchair travel with no airport hassle, no check-in lines, no bumpy plane ride. Only the pleasure of a good tale, and the chance to solve a mystery along with my hero and heroine.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>Do you have a day job? What was your job before you started writing full time?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>I am a contemporary artist doing social-critical work, and a photographer (you can get an idea of what I do at: http:\/\/www.jill-culiner.com) I also, occasionally, get acting work. However, I have always written. I once wrote and broadcast stories on Radio France, and I have piles of unpublished (and pretty awful) manuscripts that I wrote over the years.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What do your friends and family think about your being a writer?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>Who knows? I suppose they are somewhat admiring, but only one friend actually reads my books because she\u2019s English. All my other friends are French and can\u2019t read what I write. Bernard, my partner, knows no English.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>I don\u2019t know. I never write outlines, and I think about each paragraph in a first draft for quite a while before actually writing it down. That\u2019s a slow way to work, I know, but building up an atmosphere, and writing beautiful sentences is important to me.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What has been one of your most rewarding experiences as an author?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>Winning the Tannenbaum Prize for Canadian Jewish History for my non-fiction work, Finding Home, and being short-listed for the 2005 ForeWord Magazine prize.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What do you like to do when you\u2019re not writing?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>I\u2019m an amateur musician, and like many impassioned amateurs, I belong to two orchestras, two wind bands, and a chamber music group. I play the oboe, flute, piccolo, tuba, and all the instruments in the baroque oboe family.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>A pet peeve
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>Noise. People talking on their telephones in restaurants, on buses and trains.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>Why did you choose the shirt you have on?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>I didn\u2019t choose it. I wear all my sweetie\u2019s castoffs. He hates frayed collars and cuffs. I love the baggy old things.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>No alarm, but I try to force myself to get out of bed at around six and write for two hours.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What errand\/chore do you despise the most?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>All housework. We both avoid it like the plague, and the dust bunnies are quite vicious in our house.<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What are you working on now?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>I\u2019m working on a series of novellas that start in 1889 and go up to today. They all take place in a town in the Nevada desert, Blake\u2019s Folly, which is the setting for two of my contemporary romances, All About Charming Alice, and, Desert Rose. But I\u2019ll tell you about those another time\u2026<\/p>\n

NA: <\/strong>What is any question we didn\u2019t ask that you would like to answer?
JAC:\u00a0<\/strong>Good heavens, I can\u2019t even think of one. But just in case anyone wants to know, I have four animals adopted from the local pound: two happy indoor cats (my garden is a bird, reptile, and butterfly refuge, so they aren\u2019t allowed out) and two big silly dogs.<\/p>\n

Author Bio:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"JillWriter, photographer, social critical artist, musician, and occasional actress, J. Arlene Culiner, was born in New York and raised in Toronto. She has crossed much of Europe on foot, has lived in a Hungarian mud house, a Bavarian castle, a Turkish cave-dwelling, on a Dutch canal, and in a haunted house on the English moors. She now resides in a 400-year-old former inn in a French village of no interest and, much to local dismay, protects all creatures, especially spiders and snakes. She particularly enjoys incorporating into short stories, mysteries, narrative non-fiction, and romances, her experiences in out-of-the-way communities, and her conversations with strange characters.<\/p>\n

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