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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

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Today I'm hosting the Shadows of Damascus Book Tour. Author Lilas Taha has a fascinating post for you. Enjoy! And don't forget to enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway after you read her excerpt. Lilas will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes& Noble GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.
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How I handled the research for the book

Since my book was inspired by current events unfolding in Syria, I followed the news hour by hour. I subscribe to a number of Middle Eastern and European news channels, which provided me a much broader perspective and coverage than what the American network channels broadcast.


I still had family in Syria— on my mother’s side, and I talked to them daily, affirming their safety and well-being as much as I could, despite the horrendous conditions and the quick deterioration of the political situation. Even though my heroine is a fictional character, I used the turmoil I experienced listening to relatives to drive me through her emotions and thoughts. Parts of the book discuss life in Damascus before the uprising and the civil war, and lots of those descriptions touch on my memories when I used to spend summers there with my family.


As for the Iraq veteran emotional discovery, I relied on a couple of friends who experienced the war as American soldiers, and allowed me to dig deeper through their eyes, even though we didn’t agree on all angles. I invented the PTSD trauma. None of my friends suffered from it, but I did the research and followed many leads to make it credible.


As for the domestic abuse part in the story, I had plenty of knowledge in the field. My work at a non-profit organization that helps domestic abuse victims provided me with inside information on the workings of an abuser’s mind, and the struggles a survivor goes through to stay alive. I worked with far too many women who suffered physical and emotional abuse at the hands of the people who were supposed to love them. And I’ve seen the effect it took on their children, survivors of a different type of war.





BLURB:

Bullet wounds, torture and oppression aren’t the only things that keep a man—or a woman—from being whole.


Debt. Honor. Pain. Solitude. These are things wounded war veteran Adam Wegener knows all about. Love—now, that he is not good at. Not when love equals a closed fist, burns, and suicide attempts. But Adam is one who keeps his word. He owes the man who saved his life in Iraq. And he doesn’t question the measure of the debt, even when it is in the form of an emotionally distant, beautiful woman.


Yasmeen agreed to become the wife of an American veteran so she could flee persecution in war-torn Syria. She counted on being in the United States for a short stay until she could return home. There was one thing she did not count on: wanting more.


Is it too late for Adam and Yasmeen?


Shadows of Damascus to be released by Soul Mate Publishing mid January, 2014.

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EXCERPT



PROLOGUE

YASMEEN

Damascus, Syria
Summer 2006



The seductive fragrance of Damascus roses drifted through the open window and flirted with fifteen-year-old Yasmeen’s olfactory senses. The potent flowers in her neighbor’s yard delivered the best awakening. She loved beginnings, especially early, mid-summer mornings like these. Stretching across the bed, her imagination raced with possibilities for the promising day.


Thursday. The day her older brother’s friends visited and stayed well into the evening. Yasmeen ticked off potential visitors in her head, dashing young university students who loved to talk politics with Fadi. Today, she would do her best to discover the name of the quietest member in the group, the thin one with round-rimmed glasses. On her nightstand, the sketch she worked on during the last visit waited for his name, and more details around the eyes.


Peeling off the covers, she tip-toed to the window. Lively noises matched her optimistic mood. Nightingales sang greetings. Clanging dishes and pots resonated from surrounding houses beyond high walls. Mothers called out for their daughters to get breakfast ready. Men’s deep voices describing fresh fruits and vegetables with tempting traditional phrases drifted above hidden alleys. One vendor claimed his cucumbers were small as baby fingers, and likened his ripe apples to a virgin bride’s cheeks. Another boasted his plum peaches shed their covers without enticement, and his shy eggplants hid well in a moonless night.


Yasmeen succumbed to the enlivening chaos spilling in from her bedroom window, her own special and personal opening to the world. Tilting her head back, she exposed her face and neck to the sun, allowing its invigorating rays to paint her cheeks.


Today, her mother told her she would be allowed to take a coffee tray into Fadi’s room once all his friends arrived. What would she wear? She should tell her best friend Zainab to stop by earlier than usual to go through her wardrobe. She could help her decide. Perhaps one of Fadi’s friends would notice her. More than one? Why not?


Draping her arms on the windowsill, she looked at the neighbor’s yard, counting the blooming roses, a ritual she performed each morning since the season started. In the north corner of the largest flowerbed, two violet buds grabbed her attention, their delicate petals about to unfold. Once they came to full bloom, their deep purple color would dominate the landscape.


A knock sounded at her door.


“I am awake.”


Her father walked in. “Good. We have work to do.” He held a hammer in one hand and a couple of boards in the other. “Move aside, Yasmeen.” He approached the window.


She stepped away and pointed at the boards. “What do you need those for?”
Her father closed the windowpanes, locked them, placed one board across the frame, and hammered it in place.


“What are you doing?”


“This window is not to be opened again, child.”


She could not believe her ears. “Why?”


“Neighbors moved out last night.” Her father nailed the second board in place.


“Mukhabarat took over their house.”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lilas Taha is a writer at heart, an electrical engineer by training, and an advocate for domestic abuse victims by choice. She was born in Kuwait to a Syrian mother and a Palestinian father, and immigrated to the U.S. as a result of the Gulf war in 1990. She earned a master’s degree in Human Factors Engineering from the University of Wisconsin- Madison. There, Lilas met her beloved husband and true friend, and moved with him to Sugar Land, Texas to establish a family. She is the proud mother of a daughter and a son. Instead of working in an industrial field, she applied herself to the field of social safety, working with victims of domestic violence.


Pursuing her true passion for creative writing, Lilas brings her professional interests, and her Middle Eastern background together in her debut fictional novel, Shadows of Damascus.

Website: www.lilastaha.com
Author Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/LilasTahaAuthor
Blog: http://lilastaha.blogspot.com
Twitter: Follow @LilasTaha https://twitter.com/LilasTaha
LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/in/lilastaha
Email: info@lilastaha.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/Lilas_Taha
Facebook page for the book: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shadows-of-Damascus/577132239031259



Buy Links:

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-Damascus-Lilas-Taha-ebook/dp/B00HUZUG8Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1389749986&sr=8-1&keywords=Shadows+of+Damascus
Publisher:  http://www.soulmatepublishing.com/

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4 comments:

Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

Lilas Taha said...

Thank you for hosting me on your blog today! I hope your readers will enjoy my book.

MomJane said...

This really sounds like a good book. I enjoy learning more about other cultures.

Lilas Taha said...

MomJane, Nice to know you are interested. I hope you enjoy it!