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Hello WordPress Followers! I’m still here. Unbelievable. WordPress has taught me many things but patience is not one of them. I already had that. I was born patient. I learned to work hard which came naturally and to show the  world kindness. When you are faced up against hatred and utterly mean people, well, that can be treacherous and gut punching to say the least. Still, here I am.

I’m proud to announce that my last two books are in print and digital reads at your favorite online stores! Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords all have them available. The print will be here May 31st. Pre order if you like and you’ll have that INDIE summer read at the beach or up in your cabin in the woods.

I’ve written a spy-thriller (surveillance & the phone) and a historical fiction (set in the ’20’s). I hope to write sequels for both-we’ll see if we get a good interest. Thanks for following me and watching me grow as a writer. Isn’t it funny I always had a name for me as a writer? I just never started until 2011.

I was motivated by love of the written word-it was just waiting for me to find it. Only heaven knows and the spirit within me why I finally did it. I believe I fell in love, properly.

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Photography by me from The Biltmore House in North Carolina. It is one of my favorite places and I’ve been there like four times! I call this the Paris Room.

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February/March Newsletter

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Hello WordPress Followers!

Oh, how I’ve grown as a writer and publisher. That cannot be discounted. It’s one thing to write a 30K word novella, then progress to a 50K + word novel; but to edit, critique, and publish on four online venues is insurmountable! This do it yourself minus a MFA college degree is frustrating, and more than disappointing when you think you’ve been given a great tip only to find out you’ve been sabotaged. You must listen to others because you are starting from scratch, though, I’ve found the internet to be filled with trolls, and nay-sayers, plus inaccuracies. Then again, I’m still here and trying. Why? Because I did find authentic, wonderful writers willing to give me a focus and keep trying.

You know what I like? Exactly the same thing I did as when I started. I like putting together a unique idea from myself and making a small production of it. It is like making and sewing a dress, performing on stage in a theatre production, singing in a choir, traveling, or even making a family and trying to get the parenting right. You keep working it and using all the information at your disposal. It is uniquely you.

My next book release is forthcoming. My best friend influenced me when she said (she’s a huge reader of mystery-crime), you got to kill some people in your book. What? Me kill someone. I’m a nurse we put people back together, that’s my calling. She’s the big reader so I took Shannan’s advice. I’m looking forward to getting some input on this one.

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I’ve had it professionally critiqued-she liked it, and queried it out there. Just because nobody picks it up doesn’t mean its not good. The agents and editors don’t have time or are too busy. Once again, I’ll do it alone. Sad face without tears. My wishes go unanswered. Of course, I HOPE someone pounds their fist on a desk when it sells well and they missed an opportunity by dropping me off into the trashcan beside their desk.

Finally, take a look up top at my header image and you’ll see the the cover image for “THREE KING MACKEREL AND A MAHI MAHI” along with my other book covers. Yes, that’s the title and its way more than fishing. The genre is spy-thriller with a romantic element for adults. I’ll be looking for readers-so pass it forward. My estimated release date is February 10-17th! It will be on Apple, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords. Surveillance is creepy.

     Think Pulp Fiction marries Fried Green Tomatoes while wanting a 007 life.

Caroline Clemens

 

 

December Newsletter

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Welcome to my author site! I’ve been extremely busy this week, therefore, I’ll keep this short as I know you are shopping, putting up a tree, or attending parties.

Above is my newest novel that I uploaded 12/2/17 to Amazon per digital reads. Here’s the link:   carolineclemensamazonsales

This novel is my historical fiction debut set in the 1920’s. If you scroll down you can read the query letters I sent out to individuals to obtain traditional publishing. Self-publishing is doable, though, more difficult. You must do everything yourself. I’m still here-so we will see about the outcome.

Thank you for following me in this endeavor and for the encouragement I receive. I do enjoy putting the story together and look for readers to leave a review. If you have read one of my books-please leave a review.

I have uploaded all six of my books, some with new covers done by Daniela Owergoor from Brazil. All six are available per digital reads and three are available via print. Thank you Dani from Bella Media Management. They look terrific and are extremely eye-catching.

I hope to do a podcast or You Tube video in the new year. I’ve asked my daughter to ask the question. Stay tuned. I will be working on a novella based upon Thanksgiving. That is my NaNoWriMo 2017. A bit late but I saved it for January. I’ll be resettling my girls as they are changing colleges midway through the first year. I’m looking for January to go smoother. I’ve applied to a couple job positions and hopefully I’ll get employed this coming February.

Thank you for stopping by and I wish you well. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May your joys last the whole year.

Sincerely,

Caroline Clemens

Indie Author

 

SOMEDAY

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Here’s my cover reveal for SOMEDAY! I’ve loaded it onto Amazon and Barnes & Noble for digital e books. (Should be ready for sale by 10/12/2017). I’ll do the print later-more time consuming, and I’m not exactly sure of that process for self-publishing. This title was previously published as Bleu Moon. I’ve updated the cover and re-titled this beautiful story to reach more readers. I hope you pass it forward and help me out as an author. Thanks.

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A family is formed on a vineyard through missions performed by a pilot who rescues stranded souls from around the globe. This high concept coming of age contemporary novel transports us through the pilot’s business named “ANGIE.” Think Out of Africa meets Top Gun while vacationing Under the Tuscan Sun!

Olivier and Brie marry at the Notre Dame in Paris and begin life as newlyweds when the adventure sets in motion a rescue right around the time of the blue moon over the vineyard. Hawa and Francis enter this family through unforeseen extreme circumstances and one follows their hearts while they find the way in this coming of age story.

How will they help this global family in their family operations of special rescues across continents? How does one of Olivier’s best friends, a jazz singer from the Bleu, find out about his secret business? And why is her son involved? The island of Maupiti holds many clues; what does Darlene find there? Besides maybe love?

Enjoy this beautifully written novel, twice granted honorable mention awards! Available tomorrow at online shopping sites: Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Cover by Dani Orweergor from Brazil at Self Published Covers.

By Caroline Clemens

 

Raven and More

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Just a quick post here-I’m feeling an October surge or rush today. Actually, I want the younger ones to read two poems, one by me titled “Plot” and another by the famous, now dead, Edgar Allan Poe! His is titled “The Raven-Nevermore” and if you think you are going crazy as a freshman in college or life has you feeling out of sorts, well, read his poem and you’ll feel sane. I think.

Thanks for following me and more to come in October.

The Plot

“There’s somethin’ ‘bout these cemetery plots,” he said.
We ventured, like it or not, no longer tots, a folly she read.

What an idea dared on a dismal black-chilled Halloween night!
My friend’s sister I never met sought thrills of Frankenstein fright.

Clouds raced by luminous and white, night sky filled with ghosts
The wind kicked in, howling, seriously it scared me the most.

Dead leaves wet on the grass, all the way to the back we ran.

“Why?” I bothered to ask.

“Farther away,” he said shaking, “from the caretaker man.”

Out of breath, I stared at the raven atop the towering grey stone.
Silent. Statured. I gasped, tightly clenching my pocketed phone.

“Thought your sister was meeting us tonight?” I asked. “Here.”
“Here,” he moaned. The blackbird stirred igniting frenzy and fear.

His beak haunted me while black eyes loomed an ominous presence.
My heart raced and mind panicked remembering the fluted fence.

Then I traced my friend’s line of vision as his eyes grew in size.

“Boo!” She screamed and jumped from behind the plot and stone.
Laughing hysterically as my heart emptied a sudden surprise.

By Caroline Clemens

 

The Raven (Nevermore)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

By Edgar Allan Poe

From Google-Public Domain

 

 

 

 

Christmas Newsletter 2016

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Welcome to my blog! I’m so glad you found me, let me tell you a little about me. I’ve been blogging since 2011 and have learned more than I could ever have hoped. It’s like there’s a whole other world out there for sharing and appreciating; makes me feel so grown up! I feel as though the light has been turned ON. I definitely know I found this at the right time as I was looking for more in my life. Why?

Well, I had completed my task list and had dismissed myself to the wayside. Have you ever done that? So I began to concentrate on me and did a couple things but something was missing, that feel or engagement of sorts. Let’s say you attend a musical or play or concert and you just love it. That feeling stays with you for quite sometime. I was missing the concert, or concerto.

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Now I feel as though I don’t have enough time in the day; I mean come on God I need 48 hours for every day. Smiles. I’ll prioritize again, very soon, but first I’m launching this writing thing that began back in 2011. I have books on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, mostly digital save for one that I spent money to get published from a small press. They did a fantastic job and I was never more proud to have a book of my own. I didn’t break the bank as I’m a bit frugal and handle my finances very well.

Last night though, I transformed my digital stories into print books, low cost to purchase right on Amazon. God Bless Amazon! Seriously, after five years of learning every detail myself, someone was there to take my hand and say, okay here’s the final step. Let’s see if we can’t find you some readers and make a little money for your hard earned efforts. We’ll see. I’m as happy as a ………

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Christmas has always been special for me and I don’t remember ever being depressed at this time. I know what sadness is maybe even depression but I never carried it for a long time. I’ve had some hits in my life and I honestly don’t know why but I’m wired to get up every time and start over again. If you are sad or depressed at this time reach out just a little and find someone to have a talk with. That helps tremendously. Coffee and a good chat!

Back to the books and what am I grateful for at this time of the year? Simply the people in my life and the zest for which I live. I’m a list maker and a doer. My husband stood by me for years as we struggled with infertility (the quiet killer of dreams) and now I stand with him as he makes a new career for himself moving forward. I’m proud of him for making that change after 32 years at the same institution. I love change and he doesn’t. Talk about opposites.

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Here’s to the next step in life for both of us! I’m just getting started and have more stories to write. I’ve entered contests with cash prizes. Yes! Say a prayer for me and I have already started on a tiny lighthouse Christmas tale. For now go to Amazon or Barnes & Noble and find me there under Caroline Clemens, my pen name.  Twitter

Carpe Diem and Merry Christmas with a Blessed New Year! Caroline Clemens

This post is dedicated to Susie Lindau’s #Blessed Project at  #BlessedProject@WildRide

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Photography by Me I Have An Amazon Page!

My husband Mike (aka Hemmingway), lights and cabin via Marybeth & Brian’s place.

*Oh my having trouble getting my novel to convert into print! This is distressing for the life of a self-pubbed writer. One in draft, the other not working. Update later ….

* Update on Twitter

September 2016 Newsletter

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What’s that expression? “Anything worthwhile doesn’t come easy.”

As I learn this craft of writing (I never in a million years actually believed I could write a book, yet alone a poetry collection), it is like anything filled with dis-beliefs, sorrows, bad reviews, no confidence, what am I doing moments, along with steady assurances and liking one’s own work. If I didn’t like my work I would have stopped back in 2011. When I reread parts of my novel I still love it. Sure grammar and punctuation have improved though still not perfect. Who’s perfect anyway? Reads a line from one of my poems.

I’m entering contests; why do this you ask? Because contests are a fun way to get people to participate. They propel you to put your best self forward and that’s not a bad thing et all. I’ve entered three contests this year for my poetry alone. From very small online venues to one long standing contest which has upwards of 400 contestants. The Poetry Festival had an actor read my beautiful poem then send the recording to me! It’s at the top of my Twitter feed. Look here at their site. Soon I’ll be outlining a whole plan for future works.

I hope to go a little mainstream as in entering my works in magazines. I just haven’t had the time. I’m finishing up a year long stylist school. Yup, my mother always instilled in me have a back up plan: that way you can venture out and pursue whatever you want in life. Pure economics advice from those depression era memories. She’s a better mother than she realizes, I’m sure.

My eyes are set on a busy and healthy year ahead. Back to working out daily, salads, etc. and maybe some golf! You know the score find a part time real job, be a mom again, write away after a vacation to the beach. My family has had to do mommy things this past year in my absence. I thank them for supporting me. Dreamily, I’ll think about Paris and other places to visit.

Follow me on Instagram kim_troike and Tumblr autumnquotes. I’ll be posting photography from my new camera. Photo above from Thinkstock Images. Thanks for stopping by.

Caroline Clemens

August Review

My heart wants to share a couple poems with you after I saw the picture of the little boy from Syria all over the news yesterday. He was bloody and shell-shocked. What can we do?

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WAITING

In this cave dusty and hot, but sheltered,
We made it bombs exploding, running fast.

My arms wrap tight and squeeze, shaking
And frightened, more than you sweet babe.

Little one, I will not show you my hurt foot.
It’s there as I smell the familiar red puddle.

My sleeve is wet but there is no pain.
This garment absorbs your escaping fears.

Whoever finds us, my hopes run far and high.
It will be the good men to take us home.

Maybe brother made it, sigh, mom and dad, too.
Though they lay still as we ran, lead lungs.

I will keep you sister close by me, evermore.
No bad men with pointed guns shall find us.

Steal I must the dead man’s gun and shoot
Whomever deems us harm or fateful ills.

I promise this to you as I feel the warmth of
Your breath, your beating heart, next to me, I see.

I see what I must do and be, your guardian-
Your angel here on earth; your need is my plight!

 

And this next poem my dear readers is a Villanelle, a most difficult one to write using skill and dedication to a beautiful format. The villanesque or villanelle has French origins with Italian meanings, such as a rustic song or dance. The poem contains five tercets, a quatrain with 1st and 3rd lines alternately in repetition, and ending with both refrains included in the last stanza.

 

INSIDE THEM

Run run, thoughts of freedom bring tears young heart.

Children in danger, hunger and war persist; I’d say.

Strength, energy cursing inside; too young like fruit so tart.

 

Days filled with mutilation and murder do not chart.

Unsettled remote areas, barricaded from world; dead bodies lay.

Run run, thoughts of freedom bring tears young heart.

 

Find ways to safety do not be shot hauled off by cart.

No safe refuge, streets deserted; humans run from fray.

Strength, energy cursing inside; too young like fruit so tart.

 

World watches news comes so fast to be what part?

Hoping, we outsiders with shocked eyes do it today.

Run run, thoughts of freedom bring tears young heart.

 

Families, moms and dads, kids used to shop at mart.

Happy times, memories, celebrations of life; we pray.

Strength, energy cursing inside; too young like fruit so tart.

 

Society lessons unlearned disconnect seen in art.

Mighty wishes of peace, still; miracles in month of May?

Run run, thoughts of freedom bring tears young heart.

 

Strength, energy cursing inside; too young like fruit so tart.

 

*From Autumn Quotes by Caroline Clemens*

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Into the Vines

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Above is my complete novel of fiction for Teens, YA, and Adults. The volume contains three books which are one continuous story written over three years. Yes, the amount of words >150K fit the Kindle price of 7.99. I’ve dabbled in covers but like this one with the vintage blue colors.

It’s my masterpiece and I would absolutely enjoy your opinion, through a review or just a comment on my social medias. Go back a couple posts on this blog and you’ll see all the contacts.

I’m going to write another novel because I’ve learned how to do it. People have said its a page turner, I should believe them. One thing is for sure I love to travel so you won’t set still in every chapter. I also love houses and gardens and rivers and oceans … you get the picture. Stories of families, love, adventure, illnesses, and adoption with modern realism are touchstones of my writing.

I know I’ll improve; how could I not? Thanks for following me and encouraging me, you know who you are!

To do list: make a newsletter, get a publisher, and write a couple books a year for many years. There ya go. Adios.

Kim

 

 

Novel Promo

INTO THE VINES by Kim Troike

amazonindexHello Sunday! Here’s what I’m doing to get the WORD out about my novel. First up I’m blogging, though, not quite as much as I’d like to. This will resume in a couple weeks. As an independent author doing it solo, occasionally, priorities set in like LIFE. I never knew wisdom teeth extraction was such a big deal, but it is, especially, when done times two at the same time in your teenagers. Its not funny at the moment but hey, this could end up being in my comedy when I get to that someday.

Blogging, Tweeting, Author book signings, Georgia Writer’s conferences, Amazon KDP promotions, Goodreads groups, and of course reading, writing and learning are all a part of my ways to shepherd my novel and works. We’ll see. Patience is my virtue and persistence comes naturally. Also, fun along the way is probably key. Why else do it if not for fun?

After I finished Into the Vines I realized I needed to spring clean my home as I hadn’t done that in about three years. Taking care of my kids, my self, hubby, pets and a job consumed every last second. Whoa! I’m almost finished and the place is looking fantastic. You know that feeling you get when you go around every room to make it sparkle before a huge party. Your face lights up as your guests give you compliments, and you feel delighted that your home is a castle, your castle!

So without further adieu the promo is beginning and will be in full tilt.

pinkpppMy blog theivorytide.com will post once a week articles pertaining to items from my novel, either information based or newsworthy, and definitely global when indicated. My other blog gardenlilie.com will showcase artists that I’ve met or know well. Poetry, posts and short fiction stories will be posted there, too. My author blog which is right here, carolineclemens.com focuses on the nitty gritty, the product of my creative endeavors.

Please join me for a drawing of a print copy of “Into the Vines.” Please leave your name and email below or you can email me @simplykim@bellsouth.net with that information. I will have the officials (teenagers) of the competition select a winner on May 1st. Shortly after, I’ll notify you and send the book on its way. Good luck to all.

by Kim Troike

pen Caroline Clemens

photo credit Amazon & Google Images