Midnight, the witching hour
Midnight, the witching hour
The bar is blue, the atmosphere cool
The cocktails sweet and divine
The rich are laid back, effortlessly chic
The women smell simply divine
The waitress is blonde, her English perfect
She is attentive and smart
They bring us olives, crackers from Japan
To perfection they play their perfect part
Lemon meringue cocktail, vanilla and vodka
Each sip is a delicious dream
Sit back relax, feel important and blessed
The atmosphere classic, poised and serene
In the heart of Knightsbridge, I could sit here all night
I adore the people and charm
I feel beautiful, happy and content in blue
So alive yet so unimaginably calm
Yes it’s a treasure this room painted blue
Large windows peer out into the street
I see a world of success and pleasure
To visit here is a wonderful treat
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That’s the beauty of The Sweet Jasmine Series. Whether you’re a tween, a parent or a grandparent, the books are adored by a wide spectrum of all age groups.
I’ve just received an email from a lady who has informed me that her daughter loves my books, and has kindly asked if I would be happy to meet her one day at my convenience, for tea and cake. I replied to the email and of course gladly excepted, as I’m quite willing to bring joy and happiness to a young person’s life. In addition, I’m always interested to meet my fans to discuss the books, and what they enjoy so much about the stories.
The daughter is now overjoyed and fizzing with glee at the prospect of meeting the author of Sweet Jasmine Cakes/Stakes and Magic.
So, until our meet! I must say I’m looking forward to it very much, along with the prospect of tea and cake. Hmmm wonder if they’ll use any of the recipes from my books?
Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III
“Where the hell is he?” seethed Zofia, “he’s supposed to be back by now with news of how those witches are exposed and ripe for the picking. What do you think has happened?” Zofia looked at Katarina with a cruel twisting sneer.
“Do you think the witches have him?” asked Katarina, clutching to her chest a dead, white rabbit. She hugged it as if she were a child snuggling in to her favourite toy. “They’re strong maybe they’ve cast a spell on him?”
Chapter 24, Sweet Jasmine Stakes and Magic, Catherine Sabatina
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“Hello. Adrianna Jasmine speaking.”
“Hello, Adrianna Jasmine,” an unfamiliar and slightly chilling voice filled Adrianna Jasmine’s van. “You don’t know me but, my dear, I certainly know you and more importantly, I know your mother.”
The voice was female, cruel and slow. It was the sort of voice that toyed with your fears, the voice in your nightmares.
“Who is this?” she asked, trying desperately to stay calm and to suppress any rising fear. The voice chuckled playfully down the receiver.
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The voice in your nightmares. So, what nightmares do you remember from childhood, or do you still have them now in adulthood. What about those pesky reoccurring dreams, or night terrors, you know the ones that wake you in middle of the night when you’re covered in sweat.
Or are you more of a happy dreamer, and you wake bouncing with delight over the fantastic images that had just played out in your head, like some perfect film?
Either way, The Sweet Jasmine Series is not a dream or an illusion. It is the latest supernatural read that will fill your head with new exciting characters, wondrous adventures, and the magic to transport us somewhere very new and different in our heads.
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Sometimes it’s easy to doubt yourself and your ability. Take me for example, I’m an exercise to music teacher who’s trying to crack the book world. I know absolutely no contacts or major big-shots who run their own publishing houses, yet I’m pursuing a career in this industry. I learn as I go and I persevere. In all honesty, at times I feel like throwing in the towel, and on a few occasions I’ve had to literally step back. It’s that constant banging on a hard, brick door that simply will not open feeling, and after a while you’re…absolutely exhausted!
I’m plodding along, my books are becoming more and more known by the public but yes, sometimes I think “why am I doing this?”
Then something happens, a sign! A sign to say Catherine Sabatina you’re okay and you must continue.
I was in Waterstones yesterday afternoon with my good pal Andhika. We were enjoying a coffee sitting on a small table for two. Next to me resting on a wall partition was a book. It caught my eye as I recognised the cover. I gasped and then felt a joyous wave envelop me, and a great smile appeared across my lips. It was a copy of the Worst Witch by Jill Murphy.
The Worst Witch is the very reason why I write about supernatural fiction, and the very reason as to why I love magic and witches. I fell in love with story at the tender age of seven after watching the made for TV programme, and my mother promptly bought me the book. Oh how I wished I could fly a broom stick and go to a magical school.
I’ve carried that story in my heart all through my life, and devoured every single Worst Witch story book out there.
So, when the magical book from my childhood just so happened to be sat next to me, it was as if someone or something had strategically placed it there to say, “come on Catherine keep going, this is what you’re meant to do.”
I almost felt like crying, it was so extraordinary and it gave me the boost I needed to carry on with my dream. One day Adrianna Jasmine the heroine of my book Sweet Jasmine Cakes and Magic, will be as famous as Mildred Hubble, the heroine of the Worst Witch.
My favourite vampire film of all times is The Lost Boys. I remember watching it when I was a young teenager and to this day I never tire of the film.
For one the sound track is timeless, and Cry little Sister stills sends shivers down my spine, especially the very first few beats from the track.
The darkness of the fairground, the characters and of course that 80’s vibe evokes nostalgia and ignites my passion for all things urban fantasy.
Now don’t get me wrong I am a Twilight Fan and will be going to see Breaking Dawn, but if I were to choose my favourite vampire film then yes it’s The Lost Boys.
I think those older urban fantasy movies inspired me over the years into writing Sweet Jasmine, Cakes and Magic, and of course the Hammer Horror Dracula movies played a significant part also.
I loved Bewitched, the old TV series, The Munsters…anything spooky really, and I suppose even though I watched these films/programmes a long time ago, their brilliance and magic lingers on somewhere in the pits of my mind.
No matter how original your work something always inspires you. Whether its natural beauty, for me the spooky village of Burley, or a spine tingling horror movie about a group of teenage vampires in leather jackets, who tear up the dark roads on their motorcycles. Artwork, history, a person anything…inspiration is around us, within us guiding us to create.
Meet Sicily, Adrianna Jasmine’s eccentric and hilarious mother.
Heart shaped face
Pretty features, great teeth
Short, sharp black bob
Age 52, looks 40
A cross between Endora from Bewitched and Shirley MacLaine
She used to be a dancer at the Moulin Rouge, ‘the Moulin Rouge darling can you believe it!’ An eccentric and extrovert. A woman of great intelligence and thirst for life. Totally dedicated to ‘witchcraft’ and her daughter Adrianna Jasmine.
Hilariously funny and full of energy, however threaten her daughter and witness her rich, dark side.
Read all about her in Sweet Jasmine Cakes and Magic available through Amazon and Kindle.
I was in London this weekend and visited Covent Garden. I was very excited when I saw the Punch and Judy pub as It’s featured in my book.
Adrianna Jasmine ends up painting the town red during one of those ‘off the cuff nights’ and the Punch and Judy just so happens to be one of her local haunts.
‘Loved seeing the pub as it filled me with excitement. I imagined her in there doing what she does in my story. Brilliant!’
I spent a fantastic day in London yesterday with my cousins and mingled with the heaving crowds of knightsbridge. The sales were on, and as a result I brought a lovely fitted dress from Reiss, some shoes from karen Millen a track suit top from Emporio Armani and a nice bikini from Harvey Nicks. Now you maybe thinking wow you must have spent a fortune but I didnt I was a savy sale shopper and ended up with some lovely things without breaking the bank. We also saw Meg Ryan in Hearvy Nicks who was a lot shorter than I imagined, Steven Gerrard and his wife who were both a lot taller than I’d imagined and Ross King who was a lot more orange than I’d imagined. The wealth was just oozing from the streets every whre you looked Porsche and ferraris whizzed by we even saw bumblebee the cool yellow and black car from transormers. Interestingly enough all the fast cars had Arab number plates they must fly them over or something. I did love Harvey nicks its so stylish and english.
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I recently had the flu, which then went onto my chest resulting in the worst one weeks holiday ever! During the peak of my fever, I wished that I could take some Dr Goombah’s Boo Hoo I’ve Got The Flu Medicine, to put me out of my misery. However, Dr Goombah is purely fictional and only lucky witches like Adrianna Jasmine get to try out his stuff oh sigh…
“Here we are darling, try to sit up with mummy so you can drink this,” I moaned and squirmed into my pillow, oh I felt dreadful. “Now come on, darling, I know your head feels like a lead balloon,” she said almost joyously, “but you need to sit up, or I can’t give you your medicine.” She popped the cup onto the bedside table and put her hand under my arms to help me up. I groaned in pain as my pounding head responded without mercy to the unwanted movement. My mother however, managed to prop me up, then sat next to me and began to coax a hot silvery coloured liquid into my mouth. “There we go, darling, try to drink, I promise it’ll make you feel better.” I stretched out my lips and tilted my head towards the cup. The moment the drink touched my lips, I began to feel as if I were enveloped in comfort and safety. The drink itself didn’t taste particularly of anything, but it certainly was effective. It smelt of childhood: cakes baking in an oven, the freshness of the sea, and places I had visited on holidays. It took me back to being a little girl on Christmas morning, excited at 5am to be greeted by a magical tree and a sack brimming with toys. I went from one memory to another, all happy and positive, and experienced the joys of running free like the wind on a bright autumns day, kicking the orange and brown leaves with my red wellies. I felt so warm and safe, cocooned in the comfort that nothing would harm me anymore. Then the muscles of my face began to soften and my jaw began to relax. My frown line began to iron itself out, my body began to let go. “Drink some more, strawberry cup cake,” she coaxed, “you’ll be up and about in no time.” I silently sipped more of the strange liquid, enjoying the relief it brought to my flu-stricken body, and after about ten minutes I began to drift into sleep. I could feel my mother lovingly stroke my hair as she began to chant a short spell that’s found on the back of the tea packet.
Allow your body time to heal,
Drift away, clear your mind.
No more pain for you to feel,
Just health and happiness you shall find.
Four hours later I woke up refreshed and feeling stronger, I even sat up! My mother was rocking back and forth on the wooden rocking chair reading a copy of Cosmos, with Jupiter 10 snuggled onto her lap.