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Monday, 16 May 2011

Cornelia Amiri is taking us back to the 60's...peace man!

Welcome, Conrnelia, nice to have you visit with me, again! Your new story sounds fantastic, set against a backdrop I know little about so I can't wait to learn more...

Peace Love Music by Cornelia Amiri

My twelfth published book, Peace Love Music, just came out. As the title suggest, it’s set against the backdrop of the 1969 Woodstock Art and Music festival when 400,000 people came together for three days to sing songs of peace in the rain. Who wouldn’t love to put aside three days of their life for peace, love, and music … to be startdust, to be golden, to get back to the garden.

I just got my first review for my brand new release Peace Love Music, a contemporary/erotica/romance.
"Peace Love Music is such a feel good book. Set in 1969 during the Woodstock Art and Music Festival, it’s got the chilled out atmosphere and the mellow vibes of the hippie era. Love scenes were well-written and definitely steamy. Overall, this book was a quick and easy read, filled with the message of peace, love and yup, you guessed it, music! " reviewed by Ann at Under The Covers Book Blog

Here’s an Excerpt:

Blue picked it up and cradled it on his lap. “I know that Tim Hardin tune he sang on Friday. Did you hear it?”

“No, I got to the stage about the time Arlo Guthrie came on.”

“I think you’ll dig it, the song’s got a sweet groove.” Blue’s long fingers danced on the neck of the guitar as he strummed the strings with his other hand.

Jodi’s thoughts stilled as Blue sang, “Love me only.” She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, she just felt wrapped in warmth as he crooned, “Would you love me anyway, would you

have my baby?”

Spirals of heat swirled in and around her. This was the only place she wanted to be, in this teepee in the rain.

Blue sang out in his course voice, raw with emotion, “Save my love from loneliness.” As he sang the next words. “Save my love from sorrow.” Every pore of her body tingled. Blue’s eyes burned into her soul, as his long fingers stroked the strings and fondled the frets of his guitar while he sang the next lyrics, “I give you my only-ness. Give me your tomorrows.”

Here’s the blurb:

Jodi’s birthday breaks her free of the foster care scene and launches her on a journey of self discovery. She thumbs her way to Woodstock to groove on peace, love, and music. The moment Blue spots Jodi strutting toward him barefoot in the rain, he’s overcome with déjà vu. She doesn’t share his feeling that they were lovers in a previous life, thinking it’s half crazy, still she feels she’s meant to be with the irresistible hippie. As an adult now Jodi’s free to be naughty rather than nice and he’s the man who can make her wildest dreams, the sensual ones, come true. Is she headed for a love-in at his tepee?

. Here’s an excerpt:

When Joan Baez sang Sweet Sir Galahad, Jodi gulped. The beauty of the lyrics and her voice took Jodi's breath away. When Joan went into Sweet Chariot a cappella, tears rimmed Jodi's eyes and she sang, "Coming for to carry me home," along with her. Jodi had no home, now that she'd turned eighteen two days ago. She no longer qualified for foster care, but she would make a home for herself somehow.

A downpour broke from the sky as Joan Baez sang, "We shall overcome someday."

The chill down Jodi's back wasn't from the rain. When Joan belted out, in her crystal clear voice, "We are not afraid, Oh Lord. We are not afraid, Oh Lord, not afraid today," Jodi felt the words vibrate through her. Even in the cold rain, a warm glow fluttered in Jodi's chest.

The girl with long black hair and bangs clutched Jodi's hand, while she reached out to the blonde-haired chick in the denim shirt. The entire row held hands and danced in a grapevine line, around and around. They were a flowing river, moving together. Laughter spilled from Jodi when they sped up, and other times the line of dancers suddenly slowed. They all laughed as they danced to the music.

Peace filled Jodi. She didn't think she would ever stop smiling. When the dancing came to an end, she took a deep breath and met the gaze of a guy standing before her. His eyes drew her. They were different, it was too dark to see the color, but even at night they seemed to gleam and call to her. He had long, sandy brown hair and a wide-open smile that emphasized his full, seductive lips. Jodi wondered what they would feel like and taste like if she stole a kiss from him. His broad shoulders filled out his pale green t-shirt, he wore a brown leather vest over it, and tight faded jeans encased his long legs and slim hips. A red band was tied around his muscular forearm. She felt she knew him, but she must have been losing it, as it didn't make sense.

"Hi, I'm Blue. Are you camping out here?"

"Yes, crashing with some friends." She pointed in the general direction of Sunshine and Ziggy's tent.

He pulled a flashlight from his jeans.

Blog Contest: I’m having a blog contest, must be 18 are older to enter, just post a comment with your email and I’ll draw a winner for a free pdf eBook of Peace Love Music.

Peace Love Music is published by Eternal Press, available in eBook and paperback from most online book stores as well as from Please visit my website at and twitter at!/CelticRomanzqEn and facebook,

Thanks for your post, Cornelia, the excerpt is great! I am too young to remember Woodstock (yippee, too young for something at last!) but have heard so many stories about it. When something is that memorable that the next generation have heard all about it, it must have been something awesome and inspiring. Using it as the background for a story, that is brilliant!

So who remembers Woodstock, enlighten us with your memories!


  1. I was in HS during the 60s and I recently had an opportunity to meet with several others who graduated with me. We had a wonderful time discussing trends, music, and lying to each other about how we hadn't changed at all. *lol* Great post, Cornelia.

  2. Oh, boy.
    I believe I was in grade school still at this time.
    But I do remember the music on the radio.
    Loved the music. So many bands, and so many issues
    going on at the time. Long trip down memory road as
    a very young teenager Radio was my escape from the
    time I was in 5th grade through high school.
    Thanks for the delightful contest, and congrats
    on your new release!

    Thank you for the walk down memory lane...*S*