Archive | October, 2012

The Lost Kingdom of Nan

28 Oct

The Lost Kingdom of Nan

The River Nan

The Lost Kingdom of Nan lies far to the north of Bangkok


Nan lies close to the border of Thailand and Laos

The Teak House, owned by the King of Nan

The Teak House, a residence of the King of Nan

Jira, Princess of Nan

Her Royal Majesty, Jira, Princess of

the lost Kingdom of Nan

Jira is the Principle Teacher of a public school.


Jirachaya is the only child of the Princess Jira

Rice Land

The fields along the River Nan are rich and bountiful


Nan is in the north of Thailand – close to China, Laos and Burma

October is the time of the Dragon Boat races in Nan.  

The River of Nan

The River Nan

The River Nan flows – the River Gods oblivious to the wars and travails of the Siamese and the men of the West

The Hill people of the Highlands live as they have always lived

The Hill People

Remote – the Kingdom of Nan remains lost in the hills and unknown to the world.

The Hills of Nan

The rugged hills of the Nan region.

The lost Kingdom of Nan lies in the highlands 1000 kilometers to the north of Bangkok – a day by automobile or bus. October is the time of the Dragon Festival. Dragon Boat races are held in the broad River Nan during this time. The dragon boats are long canoes with men using paddles. The boats were warships long ago.

Nan was long an independent kingdom, and still has its own royal family. Only recently was Nan incorporated as a province of Thailand. Even now Nan is isolated, and its people have been there since time out of mind. Many of its people have a few drops of the old royal blood. The kings and magnates had many wives and concubines – over the centuries.

The Siamese live in the valley along the banks of the river. The Hill people dwell in the remote areas. The Hill Tribes with their gardens eke out a living. The tribes sell bamboo fiber locally and to factories. The children have little chance of an education or escape. The proud Siamese view them with disdain – as they do much of the rest of the world! Thailand has a long history of freedom and peace – very rare for the Far East.

The Siamese see blond hair and blue eyes as attractive. Eurasian girls often win beauty pageants in Siam and Nan. Many Siamese women marry men of the West.

Even now, Nan is remote and hard to reach.  Much of the Highlands is almost unpopulated. There are folk tales of the feared Yetis. Even now, they are sometimes seen.

The people until recently took their laundry to the banks of the River Nan. The broad river passes through the fertile fields of the Nan valley. The river then races down the slopes to the interior and to the sea. The troubles and triumphs of the Siamese and the men of the West are of little concern to its gods. The people of the Nan to gain merit release birds from their cages to soar into the sky. They also free fish and turtles into the river to seek their place in the universe – as men seek theirs.

Jerome Brooke lives in the Kingdom of Siam. He is the consort of Jira, Princess of the lost Kingdom of Nan. He has written The City of the Mirage (Books to Go Now) and many other books.

Jerome and his family were recently on vacation in Nan. The sober Siamese were willing to kindly tolerate the whimsies of a poet and dreamer – one who is clearly a little mad. A dear friend, Kathy, escorted the family to the fine museum and art gallery of the province.

Jirachaya is the only child of Jira. She is beloved by her future subjects, and reigns supreme in the remote Nan region. She has been crowned in Nan as Miss Superstar 2011. The beauty of Eurasian girls is much admired in the Kingdoms. People of Nan and Siam often speak of her beauty, and come in numbers to see her when she visits an area of rural Thailand or the Highlands.



Serena – Good Reads

24 Oct



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24 Oct

Serena Zane lives with her husband and her son in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Working full-time at a day job, she plays hard, and spends her time away from work immersing her self in the world of writing.  Serena began writing at an early age inspired by her mother, Darlene, a strong independent woman who loves to help others. In 2009 Serena joined Romance Writer’s of America, and has been working on her craft with the wonderful members of the Olympia Chapter.  She fell in love with the idea of writing contemporary action/adventure romance while attending college to study Criminal Justice.  After months of working on homework assignments late at night that made her want to turn on every light in the house, she decided it would be a great idea to take some of the ideas running through her head and commit them to paper.  Drawing from both real life experiences and information gleaned through hours of research, Serena is launching her writing career through Books To Go Now.  You can learn more about Serena by visiting her at her website:


Serena Zane – Vampires

24 Oct


My Fascination with Vampires

Stepping from the darkened shadows, he glides across the room. A glint in his eyes half desire, half hunger, and you don’t care which you’ll be…

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been fascinated by vampires and the paranormal as far back as I can remember. I reminisce about sleepless nights staying up with my best friend Stephanie through high school watching “B” rated films that inevitably had a vampire drinking the life from some poor helpless female. I loved it. Now, my tastes have refined, if you want to call it that. My bookshelves are filled with paranormal authors from Christine Feehan’s Dark series to the Crimson City series. Vampires, werewolves and witches, they all have a draw. Being an adult woman though, I crave a little more from my reading and seek that heat to draw my attention.


When I started writing, I wanted my main male character to be dark, sexy, and dangerous. Where better to find all those traits than in a vampire? These days when I read or watch a movie it takes a lot to hold my attention. My writing is the same way. I need to have a strong male lead to grasp and hold my attention starts to wander, I can’t tell you how many half finished manuscripts lay around my house. All my work that made it off the office floor involves a strong male lead, and an equally strong female to match them.

When my mind conjured up Damon Blake in my new story Snow Beast, it was in the middle of the night sitting alone in my big king-sized bed, writing on my laptop, eating chocolate, and watching Buffy.  You can’t get much better than Angel, but in my brain I started thinking up Damon, an ancient vampire with powers to rival even the greatest threats. His long flowing black hair and bright blue eyes captured my imagination. And, where you can have one, why not two? Damon has a twin brother, Jared Blake. Their personalities are opposing, but they make one delectable sight when standing side by side, and boy, are they fun to write.

Detective Nikki Adams finds out just how irresistible Damon is in this first installment of the Dark Warrior series. I hope you enjoy reading about the dangerously sexy duo as much as I enjoy writing about them.



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Astarte the Queen of the Stars

5 Oct


The City of the Mirage (Books to Go Now) by Jerome Brooke is now on Amazon.

The Divine Astarte is one of the last of her race. Her people sailed to the stars long ago, and seeded many worlds with life. She rules a vast empire of the stars. She calles the Warrior to fight at her side.

Astarte is served by a legion of shield maidens, cruel warriors feared by all. They view  men as weak, and commit many atrocities. Captives are impaled or enslaved. The lucky become camp followers.



The muse stood at the side of the blind bard.  She whispered in his ear, telling him the history of the demigod, of the Conqueror. 

Myth of the Lady of the Myst, II, vii.           

The mirage appeared very close.  I could see the white towers of the city, as they shimmered on the horizon.  I wiped the sweat from my brow with my sleeve, and took a sip of water from my canteen.

I looked over my shoulder.  I could no longer see the enemy chase cars. They had been in pursuit since last night, when my plane went down.  I had parachuted from my wounded craft, and landed in the desert. After I landed, I fled into the empty waste, hoping that my beacon would be heard by our rescue.

I resumed walking.  Perhaps I had come all this way only to die of thirst in this wasteland.  I checked my canteen.  Almost empty.

I tried my radio once more.  Nothing – not even static.

I continued walking in the light breeze.  I soon came to a boulder field.  I walked among the rocks for a few minutes, until I came to the edge of a ravine.  I glanced over the edge, and saw a fast moving stream below.

I climbed down the steep slope to the floor of the ravine.  I filled my canteen, and pulled off my flight suit.  I plunged into the water, and rinsed off the dust.

I sat upon a rock near the edge of the stream, to rest for a time.  I soon pulled on my flightsuit, and began to follow the stream.  As I walked, a strange blue mist began to form, near the ground.  The mist persisted, even tho a breeze began to stir the air.

I came to a large bolder jutting out into the stream.  I walked around it, and saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  I turned, and saw a woman of middle years stepping out of the stream.

“Hello,”   she said with a smile.  She spoke with a heavy accent.

“Hello,” I replied, and smiled.  She had black hair, and dark, olive skin.  She did not seem to mind that she had nothing on, in the strong breeze.  This was all passing strange.

“I am the Lady of the Myst.  Are you lost, Warrior?”

“Well, yes.  I am heading west,”  I managed to collect myself and say.

She pointed down the ravine. “Follow the stream.  It leads to the plain.  If you see anyone else, they may help you.”

I nodded.

“I must leave you now.  But you will see me soon, when you are ready.”  She came up to me, and wrapped her arms around me.  She kissed, and gently bit my neck.  I felt a little dizzy, and also felt a strong attraction to her.

“Am I Enthralled by the Lady, the beautiful Lady Without Mercy?”  I asked myself.