FINDING EDEN, A NOVELHave you ever been to Bali? Heard about it? What would you do if you unexpectedly inherited a little beach hotel on Bali? How cool would that be?

While living in Java, Indonesia, I, Miss Footloose, also spent some time on exotic Bali, island of festivals and temples, of mystery and seduction, of flowers and smiles. For years I dreamed of moving there, living there permanently, but it was not to be. Instead I moved to the South of France which isn’t half bad. But so charmed was I with exotic Bali that I used it as a setting for a romance novel. You want to know what it’s about? Here goes:

A lie. A man. The wrong truth. When nothing is as it should be, who are you?

Deceived by the people she loves, Eden escapes New York to the exotic island of Bali to recuperate from emotional trauma and to take possession of a dilapidated tourist hotel inherited from the father she never knew.

Instead of finding peace and mental restoration, she finds Nick Sterling. Not only is Nick a sexy man who disturbs her hormonal chemistry, he is determined to buy the shabby hotel from her for reasons that make her very suspicious of his motives. Who is this man? Who was her father? And why are the evil Balinese spirits invading her humble hostelry?

Haunted by lies and deception, Eden struggles to find the truth, but how can she trust her own intuition and love Nick when nothing is as it should be?

Really now, how exciting is this? What a fabulous beach read for the summer! You can even read an excerpt for free, imagine that! Just click on the cover image above and it will take you there.

I trust, dear reader, that you have kept up with my every single post and remember the tale of my experience on a topless beach on Bali, but just in the off chance you missed it, here’s the link: Topless on Bali.

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Do you like reading books with foreign settings? What is your favorite? I’d love to get some titles!

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1.  You decide you’re going to move to another foreign country just because you want to, not because of work. You’ll do this without the support of a company. On your own, with your man. OMG! The country you ask? France.

2.  You go house hunting in a foreign language. This is not for the shy, the meek, or the sane. The French real estate business does not work with a multiple listing system. You drop in at every real estate agency office you can find and ask them what they have on offer. No, not everything is listed on the Internet. It is a major cultural experience to see the inside of houses in a foreign country, but that’s another post.

A House in France

How charming! Such potential!  No, we didn’t really go check this one out.

You see 28 houses and you don’t like them for one reason or another. By now your spouse has had his fill of the search and is giving up, and you lie awake wondering if you are crazy wanting to do this. You have a perfectly nice little house in America. Everything works, functions and is practical.

You put a contract on French house number 29. Okay, the living room is small; the toilets are not in the bathrooms, but in separate WCs; the guestroom is off the garage; there is no air-conditioning. But! It has a great terrace, a lovely little garden, a pool, and it’s in a friendly village dating from the Middle Ages. You will love it there!

3.  You go back to the US and put your house up for sale. Now you have to empty it, sort through the basement, the garage, the closets and shelves and drawers of accumulated junk you once thought was fabulous or valuable.


Like a package of letters from a Dutch boyfriend who wrote you faithfully for the entire year you spent as a foreign exchange student in the USA. (After you came back to your native Holland, he broke it off because you had changed. Go figure.)

4.  You read every page of your angst-ridden, teenage journals before throwing them out. No, yours are not an interesting, cultural/historical document for the next generation, and since they were written in Dutch the American grand kids won’t be able to read them even if they wanted to.

5.  You spend hours going through boxes of old photo albums with discolored pictures. Who are these people? Why should you keep them? The kids won’t care. Take out the ones you want to keep. Promise yourself you’ll scan them in later and have a record. Really, will you ever do that? You’ll be in France, visiting wineries, sitting on terraces with friends, hiking in the mountains, strolling through the markets, checking out all the many funky cheeses.

6.  You wonder what to do with a dinner set of 70 Chinese dishes you bought in Hong Kong, had them shipped to the US and used once in twenty five years.

Chinese dishes

You put them up for sale online on Craigslist (like Marktplaats in Holland or LeBonCoin in France) and nobody wants them.

7.  You make several exhausting trips to the French consular office to sort out your legal requirements and documents needed. You get conflicting information. The web site says one thing, the irritable consulate officer says another. What to do? What if they throw your husband out of France? You have a EU passport, and are allowed the stay as long as you want, but really you want your American prince by your side.

8.  You get a letter from your editor saying the team has finally worked over your 400 page manuscript and please check out all the suggestions, comments, changes and so forth. (Accept, edit, comment, fix in track changes, please.) Just what you need while your mind is busy with Chinese dishes and unfriendly consular officers.


And here it is, just out as an e-book. Click on cover picture for more information.

9.  You find out how much it costs to ship your earthly goods across the ocean. OMG! Of course you checked out how much it would cost to simply buy a houseful of furniture again in France, thinking it’s crazy to ship IKEA marvels over  to Europe when there’s an IKEA an hour away from your new village. Trust me, shipping is cheaper.

10.  You lie awake at night thinking about stupid stuff, worrying. Why can’t you be more minimalistic and throw out more stuff? Nobody wants to buy your house, nobody wants to buy your Chinese dishes. What if moving to France is a mistake? What about finding new doctors? A plumber? A new hairdresser? What about the fact that you only speak the most basic fractured French? What’s wrong with just staying put in your American house with your American doctors and your American supermarket and everything comfortable and familiar?

11.  You watch the moving truck leave with all your possessions. You are sleeping on an air mattress in an virtually empty house, the house nobody wants to buy. The house looks at you, feeling hurt, feeling abandoned. You can feel it as you wander around its empty rooms. Guilt creeps through you.

12.  You get on a plane to France. A week later the last of 79  signatures has been put on paper and the French house is yours, empty, but you have inherited Daphne the Greek nymph by the pool. You’ve bought another air mattress at the BUT store (BUT, really!) and now you are sleeping again in an empty house with four forks, two plastic chairs, a cork screw and another few odds and ends. Oh, and Daphne by the pool.


13.  You are bleeding money. A car, a bed and mattress, a TV, a dryer, a multitude of smaller things: a fly swatter, extension cords, doormats, a telephone, wine glasses…

Thirteen? Did I say thirteen? What an optimist I am! However, rest assured, I will not traumatize you with all the other ways I have managed to drive myself crazy over the last months. (And now I have moved from second person viewpoint to first, and my editor would say I’m not allowed to do that, but she won’t see this.)

I am in France, drinking wine, sitting outside on my terrace, writing this. I live here, in this little house, in this ancient village amid the vineyards in the South of France. How crazy is this?

French village

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Oh, do tell me what drives you crazy!

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