Contemporary / Women's Fiction
Date Published:February 14, 2014
Alexandra Kamin is everywoman. At 42, she has a loving family, terrific children, a great career with a superlative income, a gorgeous face with a terrific figure, and a loving boyfriend. Most impressive is that she is in complete control of every ambit of her life.
Where do you go when you are at the top?
ORIGIN takes you back to the beginning… the beginning of Alexandra’s life in America, the beginning of the truest of love affairs, and the beginning of an entrepreneurial life. Through a series of flashbacks and conversations, Alexandra explains every nuance that made this beautiful family a dynasty that you want to root for.
Schooling, work, child rearing, and family affairs are all under Alexandra’s Order are all accounted for as the years go by. GNO, love affairs and the truest of loyalties are best second time around.
Read an excerpt:
“NIIIIICCCCEEEE!”
Alexandra bellowed stepping into the “apartment.” This was really
something.
“You’re impressed?” The
svelte blonde laughed, allowing Alexandra to walk through and take it all in.
“Had I known it would be like
this, I would have admitted myself into a psychiatric facility a long time
ago!” Alex was making conversation. Her mind was too busy assessing
the place.
She was standing in a two-story
duplex. It was a “New” building, on the West side of New York City
overlooking the Hudson River. The building was entirely made of
glass. Inside the apartment, everything was appointed in tones and
textures of white.
“It’s not too late you
know.” The blonde answered, using exactly the same tone. “I have
friends who run sanatoria and “well-centers” in Connecticut … and in
California, by the surf. There’s one in Los Cabos too. They are all
luxurious. Plenty of fancy things and gardens and pool-sides. I
could make arrangements.”
“I’m soooo in!” Alexandra
admitted. “Where do I sign up, Doc!? Do I lie on this
couch?” She asked, pointing toward a white, tufted, leather
couch. Alex was trying to analyze how someone was brilliant enough to
design it. It was definitely modern, but it still had enough “old
world” comfort that you could just lounge on it to read or watch TV. And
this leather... it was just... soft, and supple and inviting. “Wait did
we get a diagnosis on me already?”
“Well sure, didn’t your friends
already decide that you are depressed and need to be cured? Why else
would you be seeing a psychiatrist?” The blonde asked, laughing.
She came into the sitting area, and sat down in one of the white lounge
chairs.
“Right.” Alex
agreed. She sat in the chair opposite her, although they were both facing
the outside. The Hudson River was playing with the sunlight and the water
was bouncing the rays in such a way that it looked like it was generating the
sparkles. “So, uhm... how do we do this?”
“Cure you?” The blonde was
laughing, and Alex smirked at her, rolling her eyes.
“Relax. This is for you
Alexandra. There is no pattern. Want some water or iced tea or
something?”
“Water would be great.”
Alexandra said, though her mind was more into photographing this room.
The details were
extraordinary. The room was “albino”. That seemed to be its
strength. Someone specifically made it -- not devoid of color, really --
but purposefully white. It was rich in its whiteness. The walls, and
there were many, although, technically, the whole place was “open”, were of
different materials. Some walls were Venetian or marbleized stucco.
Some were pure Carrera marble, with just the veining showing through.
Some were sueded, and some had mother-of-pearl wall coverings. But
everything was white. Not cream... but white. And nothing was in
contrast with anything. The hard and soft surfaces all melded.
The ceiling-to-floor windows had
no treatments. Large, ornate “boxes” that served as moldings (with
mother-of-pearl textures) obviously held shades that could be let down by means
of a remote control. There was one, enormous, Chihuly chandelier.
It was white, too.
“Do all psychiatrists’ offices
look like this?” Alexandra joked, sort of.
“No, actually. I’m trying
a new experiment with you.” The good doctor said.
About the Author:
Contemporary / Women's Fiction
Date Published:February 14, 2014
Alexandra Kamin is everywoman. At 42, she has a loving family, terrific children, a great career with a superlative income, a gorgeous face with a terrific figure, and a loving boyfriend. Most impressive is that she is in complete control of every ambit of her life.
Where do you go when you are at the top?
ORIGIN takes you back to the beginning… the beginning of Alexandra’s life in America, the beginning of the truest of love affairs, and the beginning of an entrepreneurial life. Through a series of flashbacks and conversations, Alexandra explains every nuance that made this beautiful family a dynasty that you want to root for.
Schooling, work, child rearing, and family affairs are all under Alexandra’s Order are all accounted for as the years go by. GNO, love affairs and the truest of loyalties are best second time around.
Read an excerpt:
“NIIIIICCCCEEEE!”
Alexandra bellowed stepping into the “apartment.” This was really
something.
“You’re impressed?” The
svelte blonde laughed, allowing Alexandra to walk through and take it all in.
“Had I known it would be like
this, I would have admitted myself into a psychiatric facility a long time
ago!” Alex was making conversation. Her mind was too busy assessing
the place.
She was standing in a two-story
duplex. It was a “New” building, on the West side of New York City
overlooking the Hudson River. The building was entirely made of
glass. Inside the apartment, everything was appointed in tones and
textures of white.
“It’s not too late you
know.” The blonde answered, using exactly the same tone. “I have
friends who run sanatoria and “well-centers” in Connecticut … and in
California, by the surf. There’s one in Los Cabos too. They are all
luxurious. Plenty of fancy things and gardens and pool-sides. I
could make arrangements.”
“I’m soooo in!” Alexandra
admitted. “Where do I sign up, Doc!? Do I lie on this
couch?” She asked, pointing toward a white, tufted, leather
couch. Alex was trying to analyze how someone was brilliant enough to
design it. It was definitely modern, but it still had enough “old
world” comfort that you could just lounge on it to read or watch TV. And
this leather... it was just... soft, and supple and inviting. “Wait did
we get a diagnosis on me already?”
“Well sure, didn’t your friends
already decide that you are depressed and need to be cured? Why else
would you be seeing a psychiatrist?” The blonde asked, laughing.
She came into the sitting area, and sat down in one of the white lounge
chairs.
“Right.” Alex
agreed. She sat in the chair opposite her, although they were both facing
the outside. The Hudson River was playing with the sunlight and the water
was bouncing the rays in such a way that it looked like it was generating the
sparkles. “So, uhm... how do we do this?”
“Cure you?” The blonde was
laughing, and Alex smirked at her, rolling her eyes.
“Relax. This is for you
Alexandra. There is no pattern. Want some water or iced tea or
something?”
“Water would be great.”
Alexandra said, though her mind was more into photographing this room.
The details were
extraordinary. The room was “albino”. That seemed to be its
strength. Someone specifically made it -- not devoid of color, really --
but purposefully white. It was rich in its whiteness. The walls, and
there were many, although, technically, the whole place was “open”, were of
different materials. Some walls were Venetian or marbleized stucco.
Some were pure Carrera marble, with just the veining showing through.
Some were sueded, and some had mother-of-pearl wall coverings. But
everything was white. Not cream... but white. And nothing was in
contrast with anything. The hard and soft surfaces all melded.
The ceiling-to-floor windows had
no treatments. Large, ornate “boxes” that served as moldings (with
mother-of-pearl textures) obviously held shades that could be let down by means
of a remote control. There was one, enormous, Chihuly chandelier.
It was white, too.
“Do all psychiatrists’ offices
look like this?” Alexandra joked, sort of.
“No, actually. I’m trying
a new experiment with you.” The good doctor said.
Emilia I. Rutigliano
Emilia I. Rutigliano is an attorney who writes about people that she finds interesting. Although her books are fiction, she weaves in a lot of the events of her own life, practice and travels. She lives in New York City with her husband and three precocious teenagers (who occasionally acknowledge her existence when the internet is malfunctioning).
ALEXANDRA’S ORDER is Emilia’s second book series, and is geared toward readers who enjoy a full story about multi-dimensional characters. Because ORDER takes place in many locations with many different cultures, Emilia doesn’t write it unless she visits each location and meets the people who speak, think and act the same way as the characters in the book. It’s a tough life, but she perseveres…
Emilia I. Rutigliano
Emilia I. Rutigliano is an attorney who writes about people that she finds interesting. Although her books are fiction, she weaves in a lot of the events of her own life, practice and travels. She lives in New York City with her husband and three precocious teenagers (who occasionally acknowledge her existence when the internet is malfunctioning).
ALEXANDRA’S ORDER is Emilia’s second book series, and is geared toward readers who enjoy a full story about multi-dimensional characters. Because ORDER takes place in many locations with many different cultures, Emilia doesn’t write it unless she visits each location and meets the people who speak, think and act the same way as the characters in the book. It’s a tough life, but she perseveres…
Connect with the author:
Website: www.alexandrasorder.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/alexandrasorderseries
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