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“JandJ Fitness Complete” Print Book!

Posted in Armand Rosamilia, authors, contemporary fiction, flagler beach, florida, Golden Lion Cafe, JandJ Fitness, Kokomo's Cafe, novella, personal, short story with tags , , , , , , , on September 24, 2013 by Armand Rosamilia

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With the release of the fifth and final part of JandJ Fitness (Book Three in the Flagler Beach Fiction Series) I’m also releasing the Print version of all ten stories a bit earlier than I usually do… because I can.

You can expect the eBook version of JandJ Fitness Complete next week around this time, but if you want the print version, it’s only $7.99!

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Grab a copy, tell your friends, talk about it on social media, buy an extra one in case you run into Oprah Winfrey at the car wash… but get your copy before they are sold out! 

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Teaser: “Kokomo’s Café” Part 4

Posted in #amwriting, Armand Rosamilia, contemporary fiction, fiction, flagler beach, florida, Kokomo's Cafe, short story, writing with tags , , , , , on June 7, 2013 by Armand Rosamilia

Kokomo‘s Café

Part 4

Flagler Fiction Series

 

And Your Dreams Come True

 

Ginny smiled when Danny Street came in. The boy was handsome, and had gone to FlaglerPalmCoastHigh School, with their daughter. He was an amazing guitarist, and, on several Friday nights, had played in the courtyard between Kokomo’s Café and Bahama Mama’s. Danny drew not only a younger crowd of smiling females, but a mature crowd who loved his acoustic renditions of classic 60’s rock and country staples from before he was born.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” she said, from behind the counter. “The last thing I heard, you’d gone off to Nashville to become a star.”

Danny laughed and tucked his long blond locks behind an ear. “I wish. I went up there to record a few demo tracks, but nothing really came of it.” He looked around at the few customers in the main room and leaned forward. “But I have a meeting with a manager today.”

Ginny clapped. “Amazing! I knew you’d get somewhere, didn’t I always tell you that?”

Mac came out from the kitchen. “Hey, buddy. What’s this I hear about you getting rich and famous and forgetting about us little people?”

“You know it will never happen.” Danny, again, tucked his long blond hair behind his ear. “I’m going to meet him here later today. I invited the gang to come down so I could talk to them beforehand.”

“Taking the whole band with you to Nashville?” Ginny asked.

Danny put his hands up and smiled. “Who can really say? I sure hope so.”

“You’ve jammed with your friends for years and years. How amazing would it be, not only for you to get rich and famous, but to be able to take care of the people around you? They must be excited. Do you want some coffees?”

“I could really use a slice of the six-layer carrot cake. The manager will be here in a couple of hours, so just put it on his tab. He’s good for it. Maybe a smoothie, too. I need to focus and relax a bit. I’m going to chill in the side room until the guys get here. It’s so great to see you two again.”

 

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“Wade, this is difficult, trust me,” Danny said.

“Bullshit. I can’t believe, after all we’ve been through, you’re going to drop us like this. For what? Some hotshot manager who’s going to make you into a star?”

“It does sound kinda cool,” Jayce said.

Wade turned to Jayce, who had his sunglasses on despite the fact they were sitting in the side room of Kokomo’s Café with the lights off and only natural sunlight peeking through the curtains. “Shut up, you burnout hippie. You always agree with whatever he says, no matter what. Dude, he’s dumping us so he can go off and be a star. We’re being left behind, don’t you get it?”

Jayce shrugged. “I’m happy for him. He’s my bro.”

Wade turned back to Danny. “We had a deal.”

Danny shook his head. “We had a few big dreams, sitting in your mom’s garage and jamming, that’s all. Look, I’m sorry you’re mad. I get it, I do… but this is my chance to make something of myself. You think I want to be trapped in FlaglerBeach, playing shitty free shows to mindless tourists? Shit, I’m too good for that.”

“What about us?”

Danny sat back and sipped his smoothie. “What about you?”

 

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Teaser: “Kokomo’s Café” Part 1

Posted in #amwriting, 99 cent eBook, Armand Rosamilia, contemporary fiction, Kokomo's Cafe, short story, writing with tags , , , , , on May 17, 2013 by Armand Rosamilia

Kokomo‘s Café

Part 1

Flagler Fiction Series

Be Here In The Mornin’

 

Three people, with tired eyes and dry mouths, were standing on the front deck, waiting for Mac to open. The same three he saw each and every weekday. It was the start of another Kokomo’s Café morning.

“Good morning, Dean.” Mac smiled at the older man, his wisps of gray hair flapping in the gentle breeze. Dean owned one of the knickknack stores dotting A1A, selling anything he could squeeze FLAGLER BEACH onto: shot glasses, shirts, flip flops, banners, and beach towels. He even had it stamped onto the ice cream in the cooler. “The usual?”

Dean grunted.

Not a morning person, Mac thought. No matter. He’d take his spot at the big window across from the counter and finger through the newspaper while the coffee was brewing.

The woman was named Beverly. She was a prominent local realtor, coming in for her morning double shot of espresso and a blueberry muffin. She’d ask Mac if he was ever going to sell his house in PalmCoast so she could get him a deal and he’d laugh it off. Of course, if his wife Ginny was opening with him, she’d be all ears. Her dream was to sell the big house and move to FlaglerBeach so they could be near the café and the beach.

Mac started up the coffee, hitting the lights in the kitchen and preparing whatever he needed for the opening. Ginny would be here by nine with ice and more coffee, which they’d need for the busy weekend ahead, especially with the farmer’s market going on across the street in Veteran’s Park.

The third member of the morning visitors (Mac liked to refer to them as the Breakfast Club) was the large guy who sat at the corner table, head down, staring intently at his laptop. He wore black t-shirts with humorous/almost-offensive slogans and only took breaks for phone calls, a refill of his coffee and to order lunch. He stayed through the morning and left around two. Mac didn’t know who he was but he was someone, because people came in to talk with him and sometimes met him for lunch.

Mac went to work on Beverly’s wake-me-up as the fresh coffee brewed. He had a system and it was running like clockwork right now.

Then the front door opened at the same time the back door did.

It’s going to be a busy morning, he thought. “Good morning, how’s it going?”

A young couple, in swimwear under long white shirts, came in from the front. They were smiling and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They ordered cappuccino and egg and cheese sandwiches. The older woman, coming in from the back steps, was still going through the menu, even though it was a simple folded sheet with a handful of items.

When Mac saw the couple looking around as they stood and waited for their food, he pointed at the nearest table. “You guys can sit anywhere you like, in here or in the side room, or outside. I’ll be happy to bring your sandwiches out to you.”

She smiled. “Let’s sit outside at a picnic table. It’s so nice today.”

Mac went to the kitchen and started getting orders together, trying to stay ahead until Ginny got into work. They’d been open for business since October, and the customer base had grown considerably in the last eight or nine months. The couple had been lucky so far, and Mac knew the café had a great vibe to it and great food, which had the locals coming back for more. Now that summer was here, the tourists were trickling in. Some of the snow birds decided to stick around town longer than usual, and Fourth of July would be a huge event in FlaglerBeach, with fireworks just off the pier and the town jammed with families.

Mac and Ginny had run 100-seat restaurants in the past, but he’d sworn never again. He loved the one on one Kokomo’s Café afforded him. He liked serving one person at a time, being able to take a break during slow periods and sitting out in the dining area and shooting the shit with the locals. The view from the big window was wonderful: today and tomorrow he would have a good view of the farmer’s market, with people coming and going and, occasionally, stopping in to get coffee or a muffin. This was small town at its core, and he loved being situated so close to it and being a part of it.

He was only a block from the Atlantic Ocean, and the view past Veterans Park, the palm trees and parked cars was of clear blue skies dipping into a gorgeous body of water, pure and sparkling in the morning sunlight.

The back door opened and Mac popped his head out, saying hello to two men who came in. Yep, busy busy day, so far. Mac started moving at double speed to keep up, and he loved the challenge.

“Hello, how are you?” Mac heard Ginny as she came through the front door, greeting everyone as she came into the kitchen. She was good with names, and often reminded her husband who was who. Without her, everyone would be Ma’am and Buddy.

She came around the counter and took the order of the two men, slapping the slip down next to Mac. “I guess you’ve been busy.”

“So far, I can’t complain. I’m just glad you’re in and here early. If they kept wandering in, it might’ve gotten a little hairy.” Mac snuck a quick kiss to his wife’s cheek and returned her smile.

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Cover Reveal: Kokomo’s Cafe (Flagler Beach Fiction Series)

Posted in #amwriting, Armand Rosamilia, contemporary fiction, death metal, dying days, horror, Kokomo's Cafe, short story, zombie with tags , , , , , on May 15, 2013 by Armand Rosamilia

This coming Friday, May 17th, will see the debut of the first installment of the Flagler Beach Fiction Series, with the first 2-story eBook only release of Kokomo’s Cafe. The contemporary fiction stories are set in a real place with fictionalized versions of the owners as well as the customers… maybe. 

The Kokomo’s Cafe stories will be five 2-story releases, culminating in a complete eBook release as well as a Print release (of all ten stories) and book signing at Kokomo’s Cafe itself!

The release dates:

Friday May 17th: “Be Here In The Mornin'” / “Girls On The Beach”

An introduction to Kokomo’s Cafe owners Mac and Ginny, and then a story featuring Michael Zaun and his pal Larry (from my horror novella Tool Shed)

Friday May 24th: “Maybe I Don’t Know” / “Passing Friend”

An older couple on their weekly lunch date, and then Ike rescues a friend’s daughter (from author Tim Baker’s Pump It Up novel)

Friday May 31st: “It’s All About Time” / “Some Of Your Love”

A local author tries to write without distraction, and then Darlene Bobich and her dad are on vacation and run into someone interesting (from my zombie series, Dying Days)

Friday June 7th: “And Your Dreams Come True” / “Custom Machine”

A local musician, on the verge of stardom, meets with his former band, and then a motorcycle gang with a bad reputation rides into town (from my Keyport Cthulhu series)

Friday June 14th: “Love Is A Woman” / “Here Comes The Night”

Two thugs from New Jersey come down for vacation, and then Wayne Tursha sees what the hype is about the local superstar (from my Death Metal novella)

Friday June 21st: The release of the eBook complete Kokomo’s Cafe

Friday June 28th: Book signing at the actual Kokomo’s Cafe (more details to follow)

Also, look for the second book in the series, Golden Lion Cafe followed by J And J Fitness, Flagler Fish Company and more…

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