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Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Tee Geering

TEE GEERING
About Tee - in my words
I don't do interviews I'm afraid, - I leave that up to Tee as no one could match up to her incredible standards and unique way of doing them. What I can do is tell you a tiny bit of what I think about her. Tee is someone I got the pleasure of knowing on Authonomy when I first joined nearly 2 years ago. She is not only a very talented writer, but also pretty good at a slightly spookier side - yes, she does things I do and tells people things that come to her from goodness knows where. In fact, when sending me all of the details for this page, she told me some pretty exciting and interesting things she believes are about to happen for me. I do hope she's right.
She works terribly hard at promoting other writers, has a brilliant blog, writes books herself and helps out here and at night Publishing. In fact, the woman never stops. As if all of that wan't enough,she is also very busy flying all over the world in order to bring us her incredible interviews. Oh, and did I tell you that she is also a very, very nice human being as well who hates WordPress with a passion?
I am exhausted just writing about her. Without further ado, let me introduce you to this woman extraordinaire, Tee Geering:

Tee Geering
About Tee - in her words
My name is Teresa Geering and I grew up in Hastings and was tutored by nuns in a convent.
I spent many days walking barefoot for miles - through choice. (Think hippy and you wont be far wrong.
I then went to Orpington near London in my teens. This is where I met my first husband but the outskirts of London was in my blood and we moved to the South East of England - farming country with wellies provided! I then married a second time, had a son and became a stay-at-home mum.
I then worked and continue to work as a volunteer for Kent Police.
It was in my quieter moments as I sat in my garden sipping wine one balmy summer evening that I started to write and completed a trilogy of books for young adults set in a fantasy time travelling world.
All three books were completed within the year. The Eye of Erasmus being published first by popular demand.
They are called:
THE EYE OF ERASMUS
SHASTA THE ENCHANTED GARDEN
SHASTA THE VILLAGE
The Enchanted Garden and The Village have now been published as a compendium under the title SHASTA SUMMER by Night Publishing in June 2011.
Below is a sample chapter from one of her books but first, take a look at this:
Local Author Donates books to Ashford LRC
Ashford LRC was lucky enough to receive a visit from local author Teresa Geering who donated two copies of her new novel The Eye of Erasmus.
Teresa was born and raised in Hastings, moving to Ashford in 1970. She was somewhat of a storyteller when she was younger as “I used to write little stories for my brother, Beatrix Potter type I suppose.” As Teresa grew up and her life became busier she did not continue writing, but “I always had stories in me waiting to come out.”
Luckily these threads of untold tales were about to be spun as she sat in her garden. Teresa explains that “The trigger was this spider spinning its web amongst my Shasta daisies” and as the ideas for her trilogy flowed she had to use a Dictaphone, as she could not write them down quickly enough! In fact “I wrote the whole lot in about a year.”
Her garden, the local landscape and nature prove to be the main inspirations for Teresa “To watch nature can be awe inspiring. We live in a lovely part of Kent.” A sentiment echoed in the fact that all of the covers for Teresa’s books are painted by the Hothfield based artist John Piggott.
The importance and enthusiasm that Teresa feel in sharing her book with K College students is evident as she notes “Writing can be a gift, but it is up to you to do something with it.” After contributing to an online author’s community she was contacted by Night Publishing, who promotes and publishes a wide range in ‘Indy’ authors.  Teresa uses her blog and YouTube to share her stories, inspiration and ideas with readers from all over the world.
The importance of both new and local readers however, was reiterated by her visit to Ashford LRC. This positive outlook was reflected in her parting words, delivered with a smile as magical as her stories,  as she noted “Libraries need to be kept going as it’s the most wonderful thing to be able to open a book and read the words in it.”
The Eye of Erasmus is available to borrow from Ashford LRC.
For more information on the author please visit Teresa’s website:
The wonderful trailer for The Eye of Erasmus Trailer is available from here:
If you can’t wait to read the story, take a sneak peak at Teresa reading an excerpt:
For more information on Teresa’s supportive publisher check out:

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SHASTA SUMMER - SYNOPSIS
SHASTA SUMMER SYNOPSIS
Shasta Summer' is an entrancing addition to Teresa Geering's romance / fantasy series 'Erasmus, Shasta & Merlin'. The cunning and resourceful Erasmus continues his devilish attempts to secure the beautiful and enchanting Shasta as his own, while she and Merlin renew their enduring love for each other, impeded by the unfortunate fact that a spell from a previous century has transformed Merlin into a cat.
Written in seductive and mesmerising prose which gives it the feel of an authentic time-honoured fable, 'Shasta Summer' continues the tradition of the much-acclaimed 'The Eye of Erasmus' which records another such attempt by Erasmus when he espies Shasta across the centuries in a vision.
The books in the series can be read and enjoyed in any order and by readers of  any age.
BOOK 1
Shasta the enchanted garden
Chapter 1
How many of us are given the chance to relive our past lives?
Indeed, would we want to?
Summer Backer was given just that opportunity.
Born to Iris and George Backer eight years previously, an only
child with bright red hair, she typically burned in the sun without
factor fifty. There was a strong bond between Summer and her
parents. This will hold good through her current life, and when she
is required to visit her past life.
The Backers owned a large rambling, five bedroomed property. A
long stony drive led up to the front of the house, with beds of roses
growing to the side. The back garden went on indefinitely, with neat
orderly flowerbeds and a few popular trees planted here and there.
Giles, the gardener, did all the heavy work, while Iris pottered
around with her wooden trug picking flowers for the house.
George owned two garden centres, one locally and the other in
Holland. Each spring and autumn he took a trip over to Holland to
see his manager, Henney, who ran the Dutch centre. All other
business was dealt with by phone.
The family’s lifestyle was completely idyllic and this summer was
going to be no different except ….
* * *
It was the beginning of the summer holidays, and Summer was
lying in the garden under the willow tree watching her mother pick
flowers for the entrance hall of the house. A bee was buzzing close
by collecting pollen and making her feel very sleepy. She rolled over
onto her back and looked up at the sun through the branches of the
tree. Mentally she started planning her sleepover that night with
Holly, her closest school friend. In the distance she could hear the
telephone ringing. Moments later her father came into the garden
and was deep in conversation with her mother.
“But, George, what will we do with Summer?” asked her mother
in a raised voice, completely out of character.
“Couldn’t she stay with your sister, May, in Shasta?” asked her
father.
“I suppose so, but May is so eccentric” her mother replied
distractedly.
Summer's curiosity got the better of her and, as she started to
get up, her mother called out to her.
“Summer, will you come here, please?”
“Coming. What’s happened?”
“Your father has had a phone call from Henney. There is a
problem with some of this year’s plants and we have to go over”.
Summer knew if her mother was going, it meant BIG trouble.
“I‘ll give my sister, May, a ring. Perhaps you can stay with her at
the cottage in Shasta. It might be a bit boring for you but I don’t see
what else we can do. Holland will be even more boring for you”.
“Do I have to go? Couldn’t I stay with Holly instead? I’m going to
miss my sleepover and I don’t know Aunt May very well”.
“I’m sorry, Summer, not this time. We don’t know how long we’ll
be away yet. We can’t expect your friends’ parents to look after you
at such short notice,” her mother said.
With that, her mother went into the house and phoned her aunt.
Summer had no choice - she was going. Aunt May would be
delighted to have the company, apparently. The last time she had
seen Summer was when she was still very small. At that time she
had given her a doll that she had made herself. It was stuffed with
cotton wool and had long blonde plaits made out of pale yellow
wool and dungarees. When she got home she sat her on her bed
and decided to call her Primrose. She usually took her with her
when she stayed overnight with friends.
Her mother didn’t visit her sister very often because she lived
some distance away, but they spoke on the telephone on a regular
basis. As Summer didn’t remember her, she had no idea what to
expect, and what did 'eccentric' mean, she wondered.
Holly’s parents were informed of the change in plans and a
promise of a double sleepover was made once she returned, to
make up for it. The rest of the day was spent packing suitcases. Time
was of the essence and her mother was not only supervising her
case but ensuring that her father had enough of everything. Her
parents intended to drop her off at aunt May’s cottage, then get the
ferry from Dover to Calais and drive on to Holland from there. With
delicate care, Summer lifted Primrose off the bed and decided to
carry her instead of packing her in the suitcase. She was getting a bit
ragged now as Summer used to suck on her foot when she was
small, but she still loved her dearly.
The following morning it started to rain just as they were leaving.
There wasn’t much traffic, so they reached the outskirts of the
village by 11 o’clock. As they drove into Shasta, the rain suddenly
stopped and Summer saw a rainbow in the distance which appeared
to end in the garden of a cottage.
“How strange” said her mother, “the rainbow seems to stop in
May’s garden”.
Summer began to feel unexpected excitement all of a sudden.
LINKS/BLOG etc.
http://nightpublishing.com/teresa-geering.html -  Night Publishing web site
http://authorsonshow.com/tee/ -  Authors On Show

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