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Oleander is the introduction to Jennifer Allis Provost's Poison Garden series, and it's my introduction to the author. Just an FYI: I don't plan on this being the last time I enjoy either one. This book is so much fun. It's a fast-paced, easy read with an entertaining storyline and engaging characters. There is a mystery to solve, a murder mystery, and our heroine, Eli, has a few helpers along the way. One of those is a possible love interest, Dan, who happens to be a police detective. Then there are the magical friends of Eli and their quirks and colorful personalities. The mystery is a bit predictable, but it was more about the characters, the relationships, and the magic for me. I really liked the banter between Eli and Dan, and I look forward to more of them in the next book in the series - especially since there's an open-ended conclusion in this one. I wouldn't call it a cliffy, but there are questions. The story is easily read in an afternoon, which made for a perfect weekend read, curled up on the couch with my ever-present cup of coffee.

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  About the Book Rise of the Deva’Shi by Jennifer Allis Provost Series Chronicles of the Parthalan #3 Genre Young Adult Fantasy Publisher Bellatrix Press Publication Date February 28, 2017   A stolen girl. A legendary champion. A plan that might destroy Parthalan once and for all… Aeolmar, First Hunter of Parthalan, leads a solitary life. Having long since abandoned his quest to kill Mersgoth—the…

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Spooktacular Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost

Spooktacular Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost

Give a Spooktacular welcome to Jennifer Allis Provost author of Gallowglass!

Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Jennifer and Gallowglass. But first, since we are celebrating Halloween, check out the Scottish Ghost Stories below:As the…

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Book Review: Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost

Gallowglass (Gallowglass #1) by Jennifer Allis Provost Genre: Adult Fiction (Fantasy Romance) Date Published: June 6, 2017 Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Design Publisher: Bellatrix Press

Karina didn’t set out to free the Seelie Queen’s gallowglass. Now she’ll do anything to keep him.

After Karina and her brother, Chris’s, lives fall apart in separate yet equally spectacular ways, they leave New York behind and head to the UK. Karina buries herself in research for her doctoral thesis, all the while studiously not thinking about the man who broke her heart, while Chris—who’d been a best-selling author before his ex-fiancée sued him for plagiarism—drinks his way across the British Isles. 

In Scotland, they visit the grave of Robert Kirk, a seventeenth- century minister who was kidnapped by fairies. No one is more shocked than Karina when a handsome man with a Scottish brogue appears, claiming to be the Robert Kirk of legend. What’s more, he says he spent the last few hundred years as the Gallowglass, the Seelie Queen’s personal assassin. When they’re attacked by demons, Karina understands how dearly the queen wants him back.

As Karina and Robert grow closer, Chris’s attempts to drown his sorrows lead him to a pub, and a woman called Sorcha. Chris is instantly smitten with her, so much so he spends days with Sorcha and lies to his sister about his whereabouts. When Chris comes home covered in fey kisses, Karina realizes that the Seelie Queen isn’t just after Robert.

Can Karina outsmart the Seelie Queen, or is Robert doomed to forever be the Gallowglass?

Gallowglass is the first book in the Gallowglass series by  Jennifer Allis Provost. This story had cute moments, naughty moments, and action moments. It also had quite a bit of down time, and it was hard to stay focused during some of Rina's research ventures. I would have liked something more to happen during those times to hold my attention better. I loved the setting though. Scotland and fae are a definite draw for me. I enjoyed the cute attraction between Robert and Rina. They were pretty adorable and had some steamy moments. I actually thought it read more like a young adult novel until it got to those naughty bits.

Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost was kindly provided to me by Bewitching Book Tours for review. The opinions are my own.

I sped back to the ruined kirk, my knuckles white as I gripped the wheel. The real reason I didn’t get on Chris about his constant mooning over Olivia was that at least he and Olivia had had something. I’d had nothing with Jared. No it hadn’t quite been nothing, but it may as well have been. One thing that Chris and I had both learned on this trip is that an ocean is not nearly enough distance to outrun your past. I parked in the kirk’s tourist lot, leapt out of the rental and ran across the bridge and up the fairy hill, startling some of the local wildlife along the way. When I reached the Minister’s Pine I was panting, my heart pounding as sweat poured down my back. I had to find that quartz. I just had to. I dropped to my knees and felt around near the base of the tree. I found my brush rather quickly, along with my hairclip and the stupidly expensive Mont Blanc pen that my advisor had given me when I earned my masters degree. But the quartz, the quartz wasn’t anywhere. The bits of lunch I’d had turned to lead in my stomach; if the quartz was gone, then it was really, truly over. “Lookin’ for this, are ye now?” I turned toward the voice, blinked, and pushed my glasses up to my forehead. Yeah, he was really there. Standing in front of me was a tall man in what I assumed was period dress. Instead of a kilt—we American girls tend to think that all Scotsmen run around in kilts, no matter the occasion; sadly, this is not the case—he was wearing a padded brown leather coat topped with chain mail, along with matching brown pants and well-worn leather boots. A helmet was tucked under his arm, and I could see the hilt of a claymore, one of those medieval broadswords that were so heavy you had to swing it with two hands, poking up over his shoulder. A shield rested next to the sword’s hilt, its curved edge just visible above the man’s shoulder. I hadn’t realized they did reenactments at Doon Hill, and I made a mental note to check the brochure for show times. I also noticed that the actor had his hand extended, with my lump of rose quartz sitting on his open palm. “Yes!” I got to my feet, and grabbed the stone. “Thank you,” I said once I remembered my manners, stroking the stone with my thumb. The man looked at me intently, his expression wavering somewhere between confusion and curiosity. “What made you think it was mine?” “Saw ye drop it, I did,” he replied. “And you’ve been waiting here since then?” “I knew ye would be back for me.” I blinked, since I must have misunderstood his accent. What I’d heard as ‘me’ must have really been ‘it’. Accents do tend to garble words. “I really appreciate you waiting for me. Thank you,” I said, extending my hand. He eyed my hand, dark brows low over his blue eyes. Then he grasped my fingers and brought them toward his mouth. “What are you doing?” I snapped, snatching my hand away. “I thought ye wanted me to kiss your hand,” he explained. “I wanted to shake your hand!” He looked befuddled rather than offended, so I attributed this to yet another cultural misunderstanding. It was becoming quite the list. “Well, regardless, thank you. I’m Rina.” “Rina,” he repeated, that Scottish brogue of his making my nickname sound positively decadent. “’Tis quite an unusual name.” “It’s short for Karina,” I explained. “Karina Siobhan Stewart,” I added, wondering why I’d felt compelled to give him my full name. Historically I’d only been called Karina Siobhan when I was in trouble. “And I am Robert Kirk,” he said, extending his hand. This guy was way deep in character, like method actor deep. I shook his hand, and we both smiled. “Good to meet you, Mr. Kirk.” “Reverend Kirk,” he corrected. “My apologies, Reverend Kirk.” These reenactors sure liked to stick to their roles, though I’d never expected to see a reverend wearing chain mail. We stood there for a moment, holding hands and grinning like a couple of fools, and I took the time to really look at him. He was older than me, probably a bit older than Chris too, with dark, tousled hair, chiseled features, and a roguish glint in his blue eyes. They had obviously picked reenactors that would appeal to the ladies. “Do no’ fash, Karina lass, no offense was taken,” he murmured, and my cheeks were suddenly hot. I took back my hand, barely resisting the urge to fan myself. “I should be going,” I said. “My brother’s waiting for me.” I scanned the area around the Minister’s Pine, ascertained that I’d left nothing else of import behind, and turned toward the path. A hand on my arm stopped me. “Ye canna leave me here,” the reenactor said. “Ye must take me with ye.” “What? No!” I faced him, planting my feet before him and whipping out my cell phone. “I don’t know what goes on here in Scotland, but I’m an American citizen. Stay back, or I’ll call 911.” I didn’t even know if they had 911 in Scotland. Would I have to call Scotland Yard instead? I hoped my phone had some kind of app for international emergencies. I waved my phone in what I hoped was a menacing manner, and Robert—or whatever his name was—eyed it as if it would bite him. “Put away your tricks, lass,” he said. “It was ye what called me here in the first place.” I shook my head. “This is an act, right? Reverend Kirk, freed at long last from the Minister’s Pine?” “’Tis no act, lass. Would that it were.” He stepped closer, and took my hands in both of his. Robert’s hands were warm and callused, and, despite all this nonsense, comforting. “I am Robert Kirk himself, and ye have freed me no from just a tree, but from Elphame, and the Seelie Queen herself.” “Elphame?” I asked. “Aye,” he replied. “Some refer to it as the Fairy Realm.” I leaned against the Minister’s Pine. He claimed he was from Elphame. Of course he was. How did I always attract the weirdos? It was generally agreed that when magic left the world, it was because the fairy realm had closed its doors to humans. Some claimed that human industrialization, and its rampant use of iron, had caused the fae to retreat, while others claimed the global shift from pagan to monotheistic faiths was the culprit. No matter which theory you favored, the end result was the same; there was no new magic. For hundreds of years humans had made do with a few crumbling artifacts and enchanted items, but those items were wearing out too. It was as if magic had a half-life, and we’d long since passed the middle point. “You can’t be from Elphame,” I said. “It’s closed. It’s been closed for centuries.” “Has it, now? I will say this, when I was a boy the land was thick with magic. Ye could hardly walk the roads without encountering one o’ the Good People.” “When you were a boy,” I repeated, then I remembered that Robert Kirk had lived in the seventeenth century. Magic hadn’t started disappearing until a century later. “Still, it’s closed now.” “Just because a door has been closed, does no’ mean it canna be reopened.” I slid down to the ground and Robert sat beside me, both of us leaning against the tree he’d recently emerged from. Wait, when did I start believing him? “So, um, you think all of this is real?” I ventured, gesturing around the clearing. “The legend and all?” Robert smiled wanly. “Ye have heard o’ me, then?” “They say you told the world of the fairies’ secrets, so they imprisoned you in a tree.” “That is no the whole of the tale.” Robert closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the trunk. “I did have dealings with the Good People, but it was no them who abducted me.” “Then who did?” “’Twas Nicnevin, the Seelie Queen herself.” My jaw dropped, and if I hadn’t already been on the ground I would have fallen. As it was, my arm went out from under me, and my shoulder bumped into Robert. “Are ye all right, lass?” Robert asked. “Yes,” I lied. There was nothing all right about this. “Why did the queen take you?” “She fancied me,” he replied. “Offered me an apple, ye ken. I said no, it angered her, she cursed me. And here we are today.” I looked up at him. He still had his head tipped back against the tree, his eyes closed. “That sounds like the ridiculously oversimplified version.” At that, he opened his eyes and speared me with his gaze. “Would ye be likin’ all the details, then, lass?” I swallowed. “Um, maybe not just yet.” My gaze moved from Robert’s face to the quartz in my hand. “What makes you think I freed you?” “Ye made contact wi’ the tree, wishin’ to rescue me. Wishes are powerful things, ye ken.” Robert leaned over and touched the quartz. “Then ye dropped your stone, and a door opened for me. I ha’ been waitin’ for ye ever since.” “Wishes are powerful things,” I repeated. “Why do you want to leave with me? You don’t even know me.” “I know ye freed me, and that is no small thing,” Robert replied. “I also know that as soon as Nicneven kens I’ve left me post, she will send her creatures to retrieve me.” “Creatures?” “Aye. And I do no’ want to be here when they arrive.” I took a deep breath and got to my feet, Robert following suit. Once we were standing I looked into his clear blue eyes, his guileless face, and sighed. He was either telling the truth, or he was the greatest actor in the world. Or I was the world’s biggest idiot; the jury was still out on that. “Well, let’s go.” “Go?” he repeated hopefully. “If you’re telling the truth—and I’m not saying that you are—I can’t just leave you here. And, if you’re not telling the truth, I’ll drop you at the nearest police station,” I added, trying to act tough in front of the armored man with the sword. Robert inclined his head, and took both of my hands in his. “Lass, soon enough ye will ken that I only speak what’s true.” He once again brought my knuckles to his lips; this time, I let him kiss me. It was nice, having one’s hand kissed by a dark, handsome man. “Karina Siobhan Stewart, I am now your charge, and I shall follow your every command.” “Okay. Um.” I looked him over and issued my first command. “First of all, you can’t tromp around Aberfoyle wearing chain mail. You’re going to have to take off your armor.”

Jennifer Allis Provost writes books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan and her day job as a cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. When she’s not writing about things that go bump in the night (and sometimes during the day) she’s working on her MFA in Creative Nonfiction. To learn more about Jennifer Allis Provost and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.

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Cover Reveal: GALLOWGLASS by JENNIFER ALLIS PROVOST

Cover Reveal: GALLOWGLASS by JENNIFER ALLIS PROVOST

Title: Gallowglass Author: Jennifer Allis Provost Publication date: June 6th 2017 Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy BLURB

Karina didn’t set out to free the Seelie Queen’s gallowglass. Now she’ll do anything to keep him.

After Karina and her brother, Chris’s, lives fall apart in separate yet equally spectacular ways, they leave New York behind and head to the UK. Karina buries herself…

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Cover Reveal ~ Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost

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    Title: Gallowglass Author: Jennifer Allis Provost Publication date: June 6th 2017 Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy

Synopsis

Karina didn’t set out to free the Seelie Queen’s gallowglass. Now she’ll do anything to keep him.

After Karina and her brother, Chris’s, lives fall apart in separate yet equally spectacular ways, they leave New York behind and head to the UK. Karina buries herself in…

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Cover Reveal—Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost

Cover Reveal—Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost

I’m excited to be a part of the cover reveal for GALLOWGLASS by Jennifer Allis Provost. See below for details about the book, and the cover! (more…)

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BlogTour ~ Rise of the Deva’shi ~ Excerpt

Blog Tour ~ Rise of the Deva'shi (Parthalan #3)

Author: Jennifer Allis Provost

Genre: Fantasy/Science Fiction/ Young Adult

Tour Dates: 20th-24th of March

Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

 Blurb:

  A stolen girl. A legendary champion. A plan that might destroy Parthalan once and for all…

 Aeolmar, First Hunter of Parthalan, leads a solitary life. Having long since abandoned his quest to kill Mersgoth—the demon that murdered his family—Aeolmar moves through his days with cold efficiency. Everything changes when he leads a training mission in Brennus, where he’s attacked by Mersgoth himself, and saved by an unlikely heroine.

 Latera, first born and heir to Gannera’s throne, is kidnapped and left for dead in Parthalan’s vast forests. A lone human amongst Parthalan’s fae, she makes a home in Brennus, and lives a quiet life—until she finds herself defending a wounded First Hunter from a clutch of demons.

 Back in Parthalan, Harek warns Asherah of something called the deva’shi—a warrior loyal only to the demon lord, Asgeloth. Both Aeolmar and Latera suspect that there is more to this deva’shi than what Harek has told them, but before they can learn the truth, Parthalan’s borders are attacked. Will Aeolmar and Latera be able to stop the deva’shi in time, or is it a distraction to hide Harek’s true plans?

 RISE OF THE DEVA’SHI – book three of the Chronicles of Parthalan

 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6587080-rise-of-the-deva-shi

 ↓Buy Links↓

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1438978987

  Author Bio:

 Jennifer Allis Provost is a native New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with her beautiful and precocious twins, a dog, two birds, three cats, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice cream. As a child, she read anything and everything she could get her hands on, including a set of encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any and all domestic behavior.

Visit her at:

 Website: https://authorjenniferallisprovost.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/copperraven/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/parthalan

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jennifer-Allis-Provost/e/B003LXSUFU

   Excerpt:

Latera spent the rest of autumn and the entire winter in the sola, training with the other nuvi. There she learned how to fight with swords, spears, and her bare hands. While she had adequate skill with a broadsword, two smaller swords better fit her frame and speed, and she wore them strapped across her back.

Every few days, Aeolmar observed the nuvi train. He watched from the gallery, scowling down into the arena as they went through the motions of swordplay. On occasion Latera caught him watching her. Once, he almost laughed as Latera knocked Adhaire onto his backside in the dust.

Spring burst forth across Parthalan, and the Prelate, Harek, returned to the palace from his winter abode in the south. The nuvi watched from the palace gates as he marched inside with the con’dehr.

“Are the soldiers hunters too?” Latera asked Adhaire.

“Anyone can be a soldier,” he replied. “If you prove yourself good with a sword and can follow orders, they’ll welcome you into their ranks. You need to be selected for the sola.”

“Then we outrank the soldiers?”

“We do. We’re trained to engage demons, whereas soldiers are only trained in standard combat. They cannot make fire, and they aren’t trackers like we are. But Harek outranks Aeolmar, and he doesn’t let the First Hunter forget it.”

“I didn’t think anyone outranked Aeolmar,” Latera said.

“Only Harek and the queen do,” Adhaire continued. “Harek was with Asherah when she took the throne, and has been loyal to her ever since.”

The day after his return Harek inspected the nuvi. They lined up inside the arena, Latera in the last position since she was the newest. He walked past the first nineteen, stopping at every third or fourth nuvi to speak with Asherah, as Aeolmar followed them.

“I still don’t understand the ultimate purpose of that powder,” Asherah was saying. “And would it really be safe to house it in Teg’urnan?”

“It’s a well-known weapon in the southern lands,” Harek replied. “And safe enough when stored properly.” He stopped before Latera, and she got her first look at the Prelate. He was a short, stocky man with a chest like a barrel, small club-like hands, and coarse brown hair. He stood at least a head shorter than the queen and First Hunter, his rough face a sharp contrast to their delicate features, and Latera wondered if some troll blood coursed in his veins. As Latera contemplated Harek’s heritage, Aeolmar spoke.

“This is Latera,” Aeolmar said.

“Where do you hail from?” Harek barked.

“Brennus, my lord,” Latera replied.

The Prelate’s face hardened. “This is the one you told me of? She’s too small to hunt. Any demon could rip her in two.”

“No,” replied Aeolmar, “one could not. I’m standing here today because she defended me against three demons. Mersgoth is dead because of Latera.”

Harek scrutinized Latera. “We shall see,” he grumbled, and the three of them continued on their way.

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 Five days after the Prelate’s return, the Trial by Combat was held. As the nuvi readied themselves, and wagered on who would win, Adhaire bragged about winning the last Trial by Combat.

“I expect I’ll win this bout as well,” he said as he strapped on his gauntlets.

“What will that change?” Alia asked. “You’ve won the last three, yet you’re still a nuvi.” The other nuvi laughed as Adhaire scowled, but Alia laughed them off. “Calm, Adhaire. You know we all want you to win again.”

“If for no other reason than to get him out of here,” Latera muttered.

It was well after midday when the nuvi entered the hot, dusty arena. Every last seat was filled. Latera saw the queen seated on the gallery with Harek and Aeolmar flanking her, an outpost of calm amidst the excited crowd. A gong sounded, and the Trial by Combat began.

Three nuvi rushed Latera at once, and she evaded two as she disarmed the third. Dust churned across the arena, and Latera soon lost count of how many she faced.

An unknown warrior entered and made his way across the playing field, waiting for his opponent. He was clad in gray leather, with a matching helm that covered most of his face. Latera had only glimpsed him before she spun to face her next opponent: Alia. As Alia fell into the dust, Latera turned to the next nuvi and learned that only she and the unknown remained.

They circled one another. Then, the unknown rushed Latera. She parried and stepped aside. He advanced with a great arching blow. Latera crossed her swords and blocked him mid-strike. As they struggled, Latera glanced toward the gallery, which only held Asherah and Harek. In a burst of recognition, she twisted out from under the unknown’s sword and snatched his helm. Aeolmar’s hair fell around his shoulders, and he pulled Latera’s back against his chest, his sword at her throat.

“You did very well,” Aeolmar breathed into Latera’s ear. She twisted free and faced him.

“That is not your sword,” Latera snapped.

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Three Steps to NaNoWriMo Success by Jennifer Allis Provost

Three Steps to NaNoWriMo Success by Jennifer Allis Provost

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay Hello, readers and writers! November is just around the corner, which means you only have a few days left to finalize your NaNoWriMo plan of attack. You can do so by using three easy but helpful methods: researching, outlining, and creating a few character profiles. Plan NaNo, you say? But I never plan Nano! I just open up a Word document and pound the keyboard…

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Creator Spotlight: Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost

Creator Spotlight: Jennifer Allis Provost's heroine steals the Seelie Queen's Gallowglass #urbanfantasy #kindle

Story Origin gives me the chance to network with other creators. Jennifer Allis Provost has a new urban fantasy called Gallowglass. Its heroine has to protect the new man in her life and her brother from the Seelie Queen… Karina didn’t set out to free the Seelie Queen’s gallowglass. Now she’ll do anything to keep him. After Karina and her brother, Chris’s, lives fall apart in separate yet…

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COVER REVEAL | HOMECOMING

COVER REVEAL | HOMECOMING

Homecoming Jennifer Allis Provost (Gallowglass, #3) Publication date: July 17th 2018 Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Who wields the power behind the Wild Court?

After months of dealing with gods and monsters in New York, Karina and Robert return to their cottage in Scotland. Chris makes the move as well to start fresh with his girlfriend, Anya—but when they arrive Anya…

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[ Cover Reveal ] Enough by Danielle Norman

[ Cover Reveal ] Enough by Danielle Norman

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Title: Enough

Series: Iron Orchid Series, book #1

Author: Danielle Norman

Genre: RomCom, Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 2, 2017

Cover Designer: Najia

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✵✦✵ CHANGING TEAMS ✵✦✵ by Jennifer Allis Provost Limitless Publishing! “What if you met the man of your dreams… and found out he was living a lie?” ✦SYNOPSIS ✦ Britt Sullivan, part time model and full time…

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a morning in central park + a playlist | This Time Tomorrow

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Yesterday, I took my first journey uptown right here in New York since early March. 

Whereas I’ve ventured out on foot, for brief socially distant journeys and/or protest routes, I haven’t ventured a lot additional previous Madison Sq. Backyard. Admittedly, I had gotten so used to staying native and staying inside, it nearly felt unusual at first. To stroll alongside Central Park West, to stroll via Strawberry Fields earlier than wandering over to Bethesda Terrace and The Mall within the middle of the park. Early mornings in Central Park, particularly in the summertime, are really magical — crowds are scarce, notably in gentle of the pandemic proper now — and also you’re often left admiring the groupings of canines operating round off leash, a basic allowance earlier than 9am.

We stored our masks on naturally, save for the pictures we snapped, which we did so nicely away from different folks. Any by and huge, everybody else within the park revered the identical protocols. Part of me, again in March might need been discouraged by the considered a park journey that concerned so many restrictions, and whereas it positively felt totally different, with everybody doing their half (protecting their distance and sporting masks), it nonetheless felt reinvigorating in the best way park visits often are for me. To sit down on a park bench with the sweetest dedication written on it, to observe geese swim throughout the lake with their ducklings in tow, to admire the spires and tops of buildings flanking the inexperienced tree tops — oh, it was so good to mirror for an hour or so earlier than the tempo of the day settled in.

I suppose what I’m saying is — discover slightly retreat for your self lately. Go to it when you’ll be able to. Recharge when you want. And bounce again in.

With that in thoughts, I’ve gotten fairly a number of DMs the previous few days requesting a summer time playlist. I’ve put one collectively under, however have additionally been jamming out to my good friend Kelly’s Temper playlist, which you could find right here. She updates it day by day and I at all times rediscover and uncover new favorites from right here. I hope you take pleasure in! Hear to your subsequent stroll across the neighborhood.



OUTFIT DETAILS: Sail to Sable X Jennifer Lake costume (gifted, store the entire assortment right here) // Atlantic-Pacific X Halogen belt (comparable colour right here) 

Photographs by Allie Provost (throughout a really socially distant shoot)

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