Blog Tour: I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry

Blog Tour


Valerie Nifora’s: I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry


Tour Begins February 10th

mockupshots-ValerieNifora23878-mock-00053Book Summary

I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry is a journey into romance, love and loss through poetry. The poems published in this collection span over 15 years of writing. Often starting with short rhythmic patterns, each poem’s lyrical tone is filled with inspired words to express the deep emotion experienced in the intricacies of romance.

Handwritten in a journal and hidden away until this publication, the poems chronicle the journey into and out of love. Written in three parts, the book enables the reader to transverse the intensity of romantic love, from the first moment of falling in love, to the intense pain of heartbreak.

Beautiful and powerful in its lyrical and simple verse, the reader is immediately immersed in a world of sensuality, passion, desire, and innocence; all woven together into a tapestry of human emotion. Each poem transports the reader to a story through the art of poetry. Drawing on natural elements such as the sun, sand, wind and moon, this collection explores the light and darkness of romantic love, leaving the reader questioning if love was ever real at all.

Print Length: 108 Pages
Genre: Poetry
Publisher: The Unapologetic Voice House LLC

I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry
 is available to purchase at Amazon.comBarnes and Noble, and Target.



Praise for I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry

“…a breathtaking compilation of tender poetry.” – Jessica Tingling, The San Francisco Book Review

“Valerie’s poetry evokes images of tangled butterflies caught in a breeze, leaves falling too soon, and speaks with a deep, deep tenderness.” – Troy Turner, Poet

“A beautiful tribute to reflective thoughts of love and losses suffered…this was well done… ” – Wanda Firman-Cooper, Reviewer

“Valerie’s poems are not only magnificent to read, but they stick with you.” – Robert Robinson, Executive Producer, The Dinner Salon

“In today’s age of fast-food thinking, attention-deficit scanning, and thumb scrolls past click-bait, it’s refreshing to find a relatable, digestible read that harkens back to an era of leather-bound literature’s reign in terms of meter and word choice.”– Amaani F. Lyle, Military Journalist

“Val’s poetry goes deeper…into a mosaic of sensuality that leaves you hearing love as if it were a song.” – Myra Jo Martino, Writers Guild Award Winner for Ugly Betty


Guest Post: “What helped me get through heartbreak.”

It felt like my entire chest would cave in. The shock of it all was just a bit overwhelming, that I wondered if it was possible, I was having a waking dream. I sat on the edge of his grey couch, we were watching television and he said, “I don’t think we should see each other any more. I’m getting older and I need to find someone I can marry.” I remember turning and thinking that it was a joke in severe bad taste. But he just stared forward. His head tilted on his arm. Watching television. It might have been the Daily Show.

We were young. I didn’t really think about marriage. I was in my mid-20’s. I just got my first apartment. It was four blocks down the street from his. We had already been together about four years.

But, there it was. Over. I remember collecting my few things in utter disbelief and managing to climb the stairs without having tears obscure my vision. I hit the pavement with the industrial door slamming behind me. It echoed. It was over. That was it. What was I feeling? Numb? Yes. It was numb. Was it rejection? Anger? Disappointment? Confusion? Everything seemed useless and awful and pointless and how could I have been so stupid? And he didn’t meant it? Wait, he broke up with me? What?

And in this awful maze of emotions and thoughts, I heard a small child laugh. And that was it. That was the sound that broke the spiral downward. In the universe beyond me, was laughter, joy, happiness and peace. It was mine to find. And this tiny voice in the back of my head just said, “It was probably for the best.”

I will confess that it was hard being in romantic relationship that ended, and not of my own choosing. We had a life we built with people in common and memories and adventures… and… done. But, what helped me get through heartbreak was gratitude. I know, it sounds like the most bizarre things in the world. But instead of loading up with anger and resentment and disappointment and feeling unbelievably sorry for myself — I instead felt grateful.

What in the world could I possibly be grateful for? I was grateful for the good memories I had. They were authentic. They were mine, and I got to keep them. I was thankful that he had the courage to say, the relationship wasn’t going to work anymore for him. At least he said it. (I just wished he said it sooner.)  I was being handed an opportunity to grow. Moving forward it wasn’t “us”, it was going to be “me”. It was time to learn what I wanted for myself, vs what anyone else wanted for me. I was grateful for everything feeling bittersweet. It let me find new outlets to express my feelings. I found writing. I wrote my first piece. I saw things in a new light. I found the magic in human emotions. (We are so complicated.) And, I was grateful for experiencing the parallel side of love — loss.

Nothing lasts forever. No one person lives forever. But, we have an incredible opportunity while we are here to experience love for however long it lasts. I always held to the belief that, “the heart that gives freely is never lonely.” I learned I was not alone. This was just the cycle of things. It was just a pause — the end of something so that there could be the beginning of something else.

What got me through heartbreak was understanding I was being released to live a new life.



authorphotoAbout the Author, Valerie Nifora

Valerie Nifora was born and raised in New York to Greek immigrant parents. For over twenty years, Valerie was Marketing Communications Leader for a Fortune 50. She served as a ghost writer for several executives and has executed award-winning campaigns using her special gift as a storyteller to inspire. Her first book is a collection of romantic poetry that explores innocence, sensuality, passion, desire, heartbreak and loss through the lens of her personal experience spanning over 15 years. Her beautiful and powerful voice immediately calls forth a time of leather-bound books and invites the reader to find a comfortable chair and begin their journey through the powerful human emotion of love. Valerie holds a B.A. in Communications from Emerson College and an M.B.A. from Fordham University. She is married and a mother of two amazing sons.

Twitter @vnifora

Blog Tour Dates

February 10th @ The Muffin
What goes better in the morning than a muffin? Make sure you stop by WOW! Women on Writing’s blog today and read an interview with author Valerie Nifora as we discuss her book I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry. You can also win a signed copy of her book!
February 11th @ Karen Brown Tyson
Stop by Karen’s blog today and read a guest post by author Valerie Nifora who will be talking about what prevents people from following her dreams.
February 13th @ Michelle Cornish
Stop by Michelle’s blog and you can watch an interview with author Valerie Nifora. Don’t miss it!
February 14th @ A New Look on Books
Visit Rae’s blog today and you can read a guest post by author Valerie Nifora about what helped her get through heartbreak.
February 14th @ The Burgeoning Bookshelf
Visit Veronica’s blog today and read a feature that spotlights one of the poems from the book I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry.
February 15th @ Coffee with Lacey
Visit Lacey’s blog today and read her review of Valerie Nifora’s book I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry.
February 16th @ Phy Roselle 
Stop by Phy’s blog today and read Valerie Nifora’s guest post about what most people miss about live.
February 20th @ Precious Phyllis
Visit Phyllis’ blog today and read her review of Valerie Nifora’s book I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry.
February 22nd @ Beverley A. Baird
Visit Beverley’s blog today and you can read her review of Valerie Nifora’s book I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry.
February 24th @ A Storybook World
Visit Deirdra’s blog today and you can read author Valerie Nifora’s guest post about why if you’re lonely, you are not alone.
February 25th @ Lori’s Reading Corner
Visit Lori’s blog today and read Valerie Nifora’s guest post about whether we really have to love ourselves before we love another person.
February 28th @ Beverley A. Baird
Stop by Beverley’s blog again and you can read author Valerie Nifora’s guest post about how life is short, do it now before you die. Get inspired today!
February 29th @ Bookworm Blog
Visit Anjanette’s blog today and you can read her review of Valerie Nifora’s book I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry. You can also read her interview with the author as well.
March 1st @ Choices 
Visit Madeline’s blog today and you can read Valerie Nifora’s guest post about what her children taught her about love.
March 2nd @ Armed with a Book
Visit Kriti’s blog and you can read her review of Valerie Nifora’s book I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry.
March 4th @ Armed with a Book
Stop by Kriti’s blog again and you can read her interview with author Valerie Nifora.
March 6th @ The Faerie Review
Come by Lily’s blog today and you can read author Valerie Nifora’s guest post about why risk is sometimes worth it.
March 9th @ It’s Alanna Jean
Visit Alanna Jean’s blog today and you can read a guest post by author Valerie Nifora, who will discuss why people fear failure. Don’t miss this one!
March 10th @ Jill Sheets Blog
Visit Jill’s blog and you can read Valerie Nifora’s guest post about why we settle on mediocre.
March 15th @ Teatime and Books
Stop by Janet’s blog today and you can read her review of Valerie Nifora’s book I Asked the Wind: A Collection of Romantic Poetry.

Always and Forever Cover Reveal

Cover Reveal, Misc.

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Important Dates Upcoming:

Cover reveal: March 6, 2017
Pre-sale: March 13, 2017
Release date: April 10, 2017

About Always and Forever:
A collection of poems celebrating a father’s love.

Author pic.jpgAbout Ipsita Banerjee:

Ipsita Banerjee is a lawyer who practices at the High Court at Calcutta. A mother of two teenage girls, Ipsita is used to juggling many roles at the same time and writes  because she loves to. She is an intermittent blogger and also writes about her roller-coaster experiences in life. Ipsita has two books to her credit, “A sliver of moon beam”, a collection of essays, short stories and poems and “Footprints”, a novel. Her poetry has been published in various anthologies and publications both in India and abroad and is currently her preferred medium of thought. She lives in Calcutta, India comfortably ensconced in the heart of a large family. For more information about Ipsita, visit her websites now!

Guest Author Studio

Guest reviewer, Writing

Good morning everyone!

Today we have a writing treat! One of our guest reviewers, Lexi, has given me a short story to share with you. Comments are appreciated, as she would love to hear your thoughts about her piece.

Forever and Almost Always

By: Lexi McCurdy

I don’t remember much about the funeral. I remember crying. I never knew a person could hold so many tears until I lost him. I cried for him and I cried for myself. And then there was the rain. It was comforting, I chose to believe he was crying with me. He was missing me just like I missed him.

I gave a speech. Some speech I can’t even remember about how short our time was but how big our love was. It doesn’t matter, nothing I say will bring him back. Crying won’t bring him back, but I can’t seem to stop. Its worse at night, when I’m all alone and forced to remember he’s gone forever. 

It was hard to sit through the funeral. I could barely breathe without him there with me. I leaned on Olivia and Jason for support, because they were as close to Hunter as I could get now. He was gone. No matter how many times I heard it, or the thought crossed my mind, I couldnt process that fact. I didnt want to believe it was true, I wanted this all to be a dream and I would wake up to find him there waiting to chase the nightmares away like he always did.

Will had to pull me away from his grave. I stood there for a long time staring at the casket laying there in the dirt. I didn’t believe he was inside, but he was. Will became my rock and pulled me away. I owed a lot of my sanity to my friends. They were the anchors that kept me from running from this pain.

Sometimes at night the guilt takes over. Because I know that if I had never come here, Hunter wouldn’t be gone. I never would’ve met him and he’d still be alive and well. If I had never come here I never wouldve loved someone the way I loved Hunter. I’m thankful for Hunter, but that doesn’t mean I okay with him being gone. I miss him more with every breath I take. I don’t think I’ll ever find someone else.

I don’t want time to take away the pain. Because once the pain is gone, so is Hunter. I can’t lose him, I can’t forget him. Because I found myself here in this place, and it’s all because of him. I owe him so much more than I ever gave him. I didn’t think our time together would be so short.

I wonder if he was okay with his choices, because I was more than okay with mine.

I came to see Hunter every morning, but I didn’t feel him here with me at his grave. No in the evenings when I went to the tree, that’s where I knew he was watching over me.

Sometimes I think he’s just gone and he’s on his way back to me. I can hear him in the song on the radio, or feel him in the seat beside me. I remember his laughter, his smile. It’s hard to forget him because he made me a better person. He helped me find myself and now I will never get to repay him for that.

Some days are harder than others, I know it’s going to be like that for a while. But I hold onto the things Hunter taught me, the smiles and laughter he brought into my life. If it hadn’t been for him I would still be running, I would still be afraid. I have so much to live for, even if that means living without him. 

But I will always love him. 

He gave me my roots and no matter how hard they try, they can never take him away from me. Whenever I visit our tree, I know he’s there with me. I’ll carry him along with all the lessons he taught me. Hunter James was and always with be the love of my life. He is the roots I planted. Nothing will change that, no matter how far I fly.  I finally have my roots and he’ll always be my home. 

Because of him I can see now what it means to really live and love. I would lose him a thousand times over, if that was the only way I got to know him. Because he really is my angel, my saving grace, and now I hope he’s watching over me. 

I remember every single moment with Hunter, the ones that mattered and the ones that didn’t seem important until they were gone. I can still feel the moment I fell in love with him. I can also feel the moment when he took my hand in his and I knew it would hurt when he let mine go. I still feel the kiss we shared when he was begging me to stay, his hands holding me tightly. And I will always remember the crooked smile he used whenever I was upset with him, his green eyes flashing as I gave into his charm. 

The memories play out behind my closed eyes like a movie scene. They make me smile as much as they make me cry. Because our love was deep and rich. It was a love that was fleeting and we cherished very second we got together. We never thought it would end as quickly as it began, but it did. He was torn away from me, and I would do it all over again if that meant I got to fall in love with him for a second time in this life.

Our story is not a tragedy. Losing Hunter might hurt like hell, but I refuse to let our love story be defined as just another tragedy. No our story is more than that, because falling in love changed me. I experienced a love story that brought me through the wreckage that was once my life and into the home I had been searching for. I finally understood what it meant to open up to someone completely, and let them in, instead of running away.

Sometimes home isn’t a place, it’s the feeling of knowing youve found the person you want to spend you life with. It’s the memories you carry with you when they’re gone. 

Our story was everything but a tragedy. Because Hunter will always be with me, I can feel him in my heart. 

I wrap my arms around myself the way he used to and look down at my hands. As I press them against my stomach, I smile. I carry a piece of him with me. He showed me how to love, and I know because of him I’ll love again.

Thanks for sharing Lexi. 🙂

Five Things


Five things

By: Rae


Somebody once asked me

what was it that made me f a l l

in love with you.


I pretended I didn’t hear them

for reality was too hard

to handle.


And yet my heart whispered.

At first glance I will always remember

your smile.

It was full of joy,

complete abandon to whatever

humored you at that moment.


I always hoped it was because of me.

For if I was the reason you smiled

then maybe you wouldn’t

 forget me after you                                     l  e ft.


My second glance was one of caution,

for something warned me that

I should be on guard.


But just one peek had me f a l l i n g

for your laughter.

I couldn’t help but join in.

I wanted to share in your happiness

for you made me laugh even

when I didn’t want to.


Time passed and the third realization happened

I had begun to crave your affection.


How you could make me feel so



was a mystery to me.


For at night when I’m tired or scared

all I want is you to be there and never

                                                                                 let                                        go.


The fourth reason was a surprise

for it had to deal with my past.

It happened slowly but I woke up one day

noticing I didn’t mind  your touch.


I wanted to hold your hand.

I wanted to be t u c k e d securely

under your shoulder

when before I just wanted to stand



The final thing is hard to admit.

I fell in love with you because

you are you.


Even underneath trying to impress me

I still saw – you.


I didn’t mind your annoying habits.

Or your awful taste in music

Or how much of a nerd you were about some things.


It was just who you are.

My heart stopped its whispering.


The silence blissfully returned.

For in the end I made a mistake

and you were already