"They Create an Affair of the Heart"

"They Create an Affair of the Heart"
If there is a fault in the stars, When Clouds Touch will fix it.

Cast and Reviews

The Love Between Paisley and Malachi is Fateful #romance

Personally, I live for  reviews. Good or bad- I love the feedback. The time a reader has taken to say something about my work, inspires me to continue writing. This latest thoughts on this romance, made me want to cry.

"This book has attached itself to my heart." When Clouds Touch a #romance of a different caliber.  "This book was so deeply touching and beautiful. It has almost a poetic style to it at times." Paisley and Malachi have spent their entire existence living parallel lives, close enough to know of each other but never really meeting.
And one day they finally meet... It is as if they are destined to be together. Paisley is an albino Japanese girl, who has a number of health issues, some related to her albinism and some not. She has a weak heart, an immunodeficiency problem, is legally blind, and must stay out of the sun. Her parents are extremely overprotective of her, but only because they love her so much and don't want anything bad to happen to her. But Paisley and Malachi have fallen in love and will not be denied from being together.

The book does a wonderful job of keeping in mind the Japanese culture that is so important in their lives. Their speech with each other has a certain Asian quality to it. Paisley addresses her parents by their Japanese names for Mom and Dad – Oka-san and Ota-san. Malachi calls his by their Hindi names – Amma and Appa. There are also occasional uses of these languages throughout the book, and at the end of the book there is a reference explaining what these words or phrases mean.

It is also of utmost importance for these young people to treat their elders with respect at all times, which a significant tenet of the Asian culture. And they try to keep that respect and honor for their parents even when they disagree with them and are being torn away from each other. Ev Wade leaves no emotion untouched as the story unfolds.
Like real life, things don't always go as planned, but we have to do our best to keep on going. I cried so much, that a friend of mine who was nearby told me “never read that book again”. I responded, “I won't have to. I'll never forget it.” And I believe that to be true. This book has attached itself to my heart. It is so powerful and loving. Don't pass it by!" ahhmericanwoman

 So, do as this reader suggested. Run over and get your copy, read it and come back to let us all know your thoughts.

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Get the Facts Right Before You Write- When Clouds Touch. #Albinism #AsianAmerican #romance

When Paisley and Malachi decided their story need to be told, I had no idea where it would take me. It began with me, riding as a passenger in a car, watching an abundance of fluffy clouds floating in the sky and spying two that seemed to hit and bounce away from each other. Grabbing my trusty notebook, I wrote this scene:
Crash Into Me

Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from either direction, moved closer on a path towards collision.

Angels, their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat serenely on separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous wings to deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny inhabitants.

The tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby fingers could touch, thunder boomed and puffs from their guardian’s breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing in the same direction, yet inches apart, the angels resumed their soothing tunes.
 For a couple of days, that was it. And on the third day, it all clicked. Paisley began to tell me her story. The fact she was hindered from having a peaceful, happy life because of the restrictions set on her by her parents. Their fear for her health and their strict observation of her relationship with the guy she loved. Paisley has an interview at In the Chair, which explains so much more.

 The reactions of the parents are what really made me do a lot of research. Why were they so hard on her? Beyond the immune deficiency and heart issues Paisley has to deal with, she also had Albinism. The one thing I've truly taken from the research is, this is an ailment where the skin tone can be in every race/ethnicity, which proves racism is ridiculous and yet, people are still treated as an oddity and something to be feared or ignored. A shame.

I have to say, as a youth, I've known of people with the ailment, but didn't know them personally so writing about someone took a lot of study. I always want to get everything down as correctly as possible.So I went to my favorite search spot and dug in. Read many articles, looked at pictures and videos and feel really close to Paisley. Check out the interview we had at IN THE CHAIR.

I found health facts here and here, about  the different types of Albinism, what causes it, genetics and so forth. Paisley happens to have Chediak-Higashi syndrome which accounts for her immune problems.  is another rare form of albinism that is caused by a defect in the LYST gene.
Read a lot of other articles, mostly on the NOAH site. National Organization for Albinism and Hypopigmentation


 http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/If you are interested or want to know about the challenges of Albinism, visit NOAH The National Organization for Albinism and Hypopigmentation.
If you have any questions or comments, you can e-mail  at webmaster@albinism.org
If you know someone newly diagnosed, go here.
 While on Instagram one day, came across this magazine.Albinism Beauty,  features gorgeous models and informative articles, insight, pictures and stories of people living with Albinism. They also have a fundraiser geared to the protecting individuals being terrorized, attacked and murdered for their body parts.
Please , take a look.  http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/home.html
If you like this excerpt of When Clouds Touch, please take time to fill the survey..


Enjoy this documentary of two African American brothers, one happens to have, Albinism. It's very interesting and shows some of the interactions they receive from classmates and the general public.

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They Point Their Fingers-Each Calling the Other Rude. "When Clouds Touch" by Ey Wade #romance

Thanks for stopping. I know you haven't seen me here before, usually, as the author, I'm always on the interview blog In the Chair. . *Ey laughs delightedly*

Well the other day, I had a chance to visit with Malachi and Mr. MuRong, the men in Paisley’s life and it was... entertaining.
This is a recap of a show, each guest will share a little extra so listen (click links)Let's get started.

"Mr. MuRong, please sit to my right.  Malachi, have a seat."
Ey reaches out to shake the hand of both guest. "Okay, let me ask this question first, Mr. MuRong why do you dislike Malachi so much? "

Frankie MuRong cleared his throat and looked towards Malachi,  staring, grimly,  so long, the younger man became fidgety.

FRANKIE MURONG:  It isn't that I don't like him, I do not believe he is worthy of Paisley.  He takes her as a joke. You made him into a man I can't trust.  Life is too much fun for him.

He is like a boy with a new toy. He sees her as a plaything to do whatever he wishes and most of all, he goes against my demands for my daughter.

Paisley is strong willed and a mischief when it comes to getting what she wishes. I love my daughter dearly and will do anything to keep her here and alive.

He does not or will not see she needs protection not a life of free play.

MALACHI: I'm sorry, sir. I have to disagree. Paisley means life to me. I enjoy making her smile. I would do anything for her.

FRANKIE MURONG: Do you remember the first time you met her, Malachi?  You knocked her down and merrily sent her on her way. It made life difficult for her,  sad.

MALACHI: No, I treated the bump on her head and let her go to live her life as a normal adult. You imprisoned her in your well maintained home and made her miserable. I have made her see life as it can be, enjoyable.

*Ey* Mr. MuRong, why do you believe Paisley needs constant protection? 

MR. MURONG: Paisley is a gentle flower. Pale, delicate skin from Albinism, a heart problem, and immunodeficiency.  He, *thumbing in Malachi's direction* takes her life as a game.

MALACHI;  Again I have to say Mr. MuRong is wrong. If you could only see how happy she is when we are together, you will love me for the joy I bring to her. We can become friends.

MR. MURONG: Infantile response.  It is easy to make a person happy. Keeping them safe and healthy takes a sense of responsibility. She *pointing at Ey* Did not give you that trait.  Tell the audience the dangerous things you do to evoke such happiness.

*Ey *  I happen to love the person Malachi became. Malachi, what are some of the fun things you and Paisley enjoyed?

MALACHI: Simple outings, picnics,  motorcycle rides, a beach trip.

MURONG: And what happened after that beach fiasco,  Malachi?  She almost died.  I can not trust you with her life, again. Your disregard for my commands have sealed it and you will never see her again. This conversation is over.
MuRong stood and walked to the door, stopping briefly at Malachi's words

MALACHI: I intend to marry your daughter,  Sir.  You can bet on that.

*Ey * Phew, that is one serious guy.

MALACHI : Well, you should know, you wrote him like that. You could've gave him a tiny soft spot in his heart for me, I'm a real likeable guy. He's rude."

Ey's laughter filled the room.

*Ey * You characters always kill me, not liking who you turn out to be after you beat my brains to write you to your specifications. You can't blame me, I'm just the key banger.
 Malachi you are a beautiful guy and you just have to live the story you are in, that's life. Thank you for coming, now go get your girl. Oh, before you leave,  are there any words you would like to share with our audience?

MALACHI : Yes. You should read about the love between me and Paisley. Buy the book and check out out blog.

  Malachi, head on the pillow next to Paisley, ignored the ache in his back from hunching over her bed. She wanted him near her and he promised he would sit with her until she was released. Who cared if he felt every bone in his spine was about to shatter, it would be nothing compared to the pain he knew he would feel if he ever lost her.
 He wanted to kick himself. He’d failed. His goal had become focused on keeping Paisley smiling, doing anything to make her happy and that included doing everything her parents had denied her as a child. Freedom to run, to be normal, to experience the bumps and bruises - protecting her from the world like a precious jewel. Like he should have been doing. Just as the tears escaped, puddled and spread near his hand, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Quickly wiping his face before sitting up, Malachi turned and looked around.
“Now, you see how we feel, Mr. Dae.” Mr. MuRong pat the younger man on the back. “Loving Paisley, caring for Paisley is more than an ability, it is a commitment that tears your heart.”

Malachi stood, relinquishing his spot to Paisley’s mother, who immediately kissed her daughter’s cheek and smooth her hair. Head bowed, Malachi moved to the alcove near the windows, followed by Paisley’s father.

“How did you know we were here?”

“We have an alert, a tracer on Paisley’s phone. We waited these past two hours in agony. Waiting for your call, hoping it wasn’t anything serious. Letting you be in charge.”

“You have a tracer on her phone?”

“Of course. We have no choice anything could happen to her. She is our eldest daughter. A fragile child from her birth. Did you know she died as a one year old and thankfully returned to us, then as a two year old she had heart surgery to repair a hole. It has taken everything in me to stand back and let her become the woman she wants to be. Reckless, stubborn, and independent.” Closing his eyes briefly, Mr. MuRong shuddered slightly as if to erase horrible thoughts from his mind. “ I cannot survive the rest of my days on earth constantly worried about the care she receives while in your hands. What have the doctors said?”

“So far, nothing. Just tests.”

“What! Two hours and they have told you nothing? I won’t have it.They will tell me something.” He turned to leave the room, but turned back to face Malachi. “You should watch my actions. If you are to take my place as the protector of my daughter, then you must be invincible. You cannot worry about who likes you, you must be her mouthpiece. I have perfected this, you must watch me and learn.”

Paisley’s father was out of the room and returning in less than five minutes, a very flustered doctor and the attendant Daniel at his heels. The doctor, red faced, looked as if he would choke on whatever it was he was chewing while Daniel, nervously flipping pages on a clipboard, winked an eye when he spied Malachi standing out of the way. 

Frankie MuRong was right. He didn’t play at all when it came to his daughter’s health and obviously everyone entering the room knew it. He reminded them of the many times Paisley had been in the hospital, recited her medications, allergies and past treatments with the accuracy of a well memorized recitation. He took and read her chart with the knowledge of any doctor, questioning their procedures and where they stood in making a diagnosis of her illness.

“Mr. MuRong, we are aware of your feelings for your daughter and we care about her health. As soon as the labs have come back, I can give you the prognosis. Right now, so far, she’s not having any extra issues with her heart than she already had, I’m seeing a chest filled with congestion, her blood pressure has come down nicely, and she has sunburn.”

The MuRongs turned so quickly in Malachi’s direction, he felt as if he could literally feel the weight of their anger ramming him in the chest.

“We lathered her with sunblock and she hid under her umbrella.”

“It’s over 105 degrees outside, Malachi.” The fact Paisley’s mom was calling him stupid wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. It was written all over her face and the way she rolled her eyes and tightened her lips before turning back to face the doctor.

“I know that. Which is why we thought dipping in the water and hiding in the shade ...” What started off as a confident excuse for their adventure, petered out when her father turned away, also ignoring him until the doctor left the room.

Kicking the cushioned leg of one of the recliners stationed under the window, Malachi silently cursed himself. Agreeing with the parent’s assessment of his capabilities, he was an idiot. He turned and practically threw his body into the chair, covering his eyes with the heel of his hands.

“You have to get control of yourself, Mr. Dae. What good would it do for Paisley to see you like this. A woman can be upset,” He pointed to his wife, who teary eyed, wiped the brow of her daughter, whispering words of comfort. “A man must show her confidence. You wanted to be in this, Mr. Dae, and you must be strong. Paisley is so impulsive. She has lived with her heart disease so long, she thinks nothing of it. Believes she will not break, but that is not true. In the last few years, she has been protected through her cardiomyopathy, blessed to have survived so perfectly from the stroke as a child of six, but we take no chances.We do everything we can to make her journey through this life safe and you must make the correct and final judgment when it comes to Paisley.”

“I have been, Sir.”

“You think you have. This is her third time needing care under your watch, Mr. Dae.”

“I’d like to claim only two, Mr. MuRong.”

“I prefer to give you the credit of all three. First, you send her on her merry way after cracking her skull, then you break her leg, and now you fry her near to death and let her catch pneumonia. It’s a blessing, as the doctor said, this doesn’t kick her off the list for a new heart.”

Malachi, studied the other man’s face. Always one for diffusing heated situations, he tested the words in his mind before saying anything.

“Okay, in my defense,” he smiled slightly, his gaze focused on the elder man’s eyes, hoping to prove his sincerity, “the first time I lost it, barely remembering my medical training. So busy drowning in her beautiful purple eyes and feeling her creep into my heart, I ignored my common sense and let her float out of my sight. The second time, she cried about never being allowed to skateboard as a child, I felt guilty. Skateboarding had been my second life as a kid. I have to say, your daughter is a little clumsy, Sir, and she didn’t break her leg, she only twisted her ankle. Wait, Mr. MuRong, before you say what you’re going to say about today,” He raised his hand to stop her father’s words. “Listen, if you would have seen the joy on her face, you would have brought her to the beach, too.” He laughed.

 “I know what you’re going to say, I’m an idiot. But she begs so nicely. Promised she would let me know when she was tired or felt any discomfort. I’m a pushover, but I love your daughter and will do anything for her. How she got pneumonia - I have no idea. She hasn’t even coughed in my presence and be fair, the doctor didn’t say it was pneumonia. Besides, it’s Summer for Christ’s sake.”
“Paisley is a pro at hiding her illness. Never wants to go to the doctor or “waste living,” as she states it.” Mrs. MuRong left her daughter’s side to join the conversation. “Malachi, you have to be her eye of reason. She’s known for sneaking cold medications which only elevate her blood pressure. I know she loves you, wants to be with you ... we both know that,” she glanced at her husband with a small smile. “and we have come to accept that, but we want to be comfortable with the knowledge she is in good hands. This,” she waved her hand to indicate the room. “is not a joke. One bad move can end everything.”

“Mom,” Paisley whispered hoarsely. “I’ll be fine. Don’t blame Malachi, you know how I can be when I want something. Poor soul, he’s such a sweetie, he didn’t stand a chance.”

“Well, he better get on his Ps and Qs if he wants to have you in his future.”
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If there is a fault in the stars, Ey Wade's~ When Clouds Touch will fix that. #romance #comingofage #AsianAmerican

When Clouds Touch received a lovely review on the USA Today HEA blog.

It's always a thrill to get recognition for your stories and I appreciate all of them. Take a look:

"Ey Wades' When Clouds Touch goes outside the box from choosing to write about the aesthetically perfect heroine. As such, the story is richer and more meaningful for the effort. The lessons about finding strength and beauty from within are delivered with delicacy and courage through characters who love and live with purpose and joy.

Wade stays true to her fresh approach from beginning and certainly to the end. Expect the heartstrings to be pulled and the emotions to be stirred for the powerful connection between Paisley and Malachi. A romance with an emotional twist.

About When Clouds Touch (courtesy of InknBeans Press):
Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family.
Paisley, a woman of Japanese descent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns to have. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she longs for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.
Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

Visit Ey's blog to find more great novels.
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Are Amazon's Review Policies Fair to All Readers- A Petition #romance

Dear book readers: I don't know if you have seen or heard about Amazon's new review policy and if you haven't, let me tell you- it sucks. 

Basically says, your opinion as a reader is ridiculous and doesn't count.

If you were gifted a book, are a fan, family member, friend,  follow or have previously reviewed a book by an author or any ghost of a chance have a virtual connection--  you can not share your opinion on the book.

Yeah, AMAZON may delete it, that's if they ALLOW you to post it. Unfair discrimination and here you are a paying customer.

Worse if you're an author because obviously you can't be a paying reader/customer with an opinion. They've taken review rights away from some, PERMANENTLY.
If you have read any of my books, please leave a review on their blog page. **I Value Your Opinions. Thank you.
Jas Ward
United States
In the world where both Indie and Traditional authors are using all tools available to try to get their latest books out to the reader, it's essential for the authors and their associates to use social media: IE: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc.
With that being said, a reader is therefore going to have cookies and data when they see that interaction and very likely would have LIKED and/or followed the authors pages, profiles and other avenues being a fan of the author's work.  They are fans after all--they want to know what an author does and their current news and title releases.
Your current process of removing reviews that a reader has created to show their honest & sincere opinion on a book is not fair and cripples the review process more than assists.
In the days of the negative trend where those who wish an author harm are using reviews to hurt sales or the author's confidence, this policy makes zero sense, as the individuals that are instructed or wish to harm are most likely NOT a fan and or follower and therefore would most likely NOT to have as many cookies, data tracks as a good, loyal fan would.
We the authors, fans, reviews, bloggers and other individuals in the industry ask that you please consider how the review process is done. By using a reader's other accessible history to determine if they are worthy of leaving a review by knowledge of an author, is not a fair one. A real fan of any person would, of course, have links to someone they respect and follow and therefore they should have the right to leave a review.
The review process has taken so much heat in the last few years, and while we appreciate Amazon trying to make it a respected tool for a buyer when deciding a purchase, this aspect of your system is not a fair or just part.
Therefore, we are asking that you consider all the above and review your internal policy on tracking a reviewers history. It is not fair nor is it just and we the readers, authors and all-around lovers of books ask that it be stopped.
Thank you.
If any signers have any additional input/info, I can be found and contacted via my Facebook Page:
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*When Clouds Touch - Captures Two More Hearts* #romance

There are many things that brighten the days of an author, but I feel the ones that touch our hearts more, are the reviews. Especially if they show how well the book's story was embraced by the reader.

 I am excited to share two of the latest reviews of When Clouds Touch
by Tia Kelley & Nia Foster from Two Writers, Two Takes, One Bookat a Time.

When Clouds Touch is the story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi. Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family. Paisley, a woman of Japanese descent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns to have. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she longs for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she’s known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health. Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He’s determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.

Nia’s Take:
 Whenever I begin a book–whether I know the genre or not–I am tempted to categorize it. You know how that goes: you read a few paragraphs or a chapter, and you go, ‘Oh, I see. This is supposed to be a thriller!’ or whatever the case may be. Even after reading the blurb for Ey Wade’s ‘When Clouds Touch’, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I loosely categorized it in my mind as a romance. Then almost immediately as I began reading, I realized that this wasn’t going to be the same ol’-same ol’.

The premise, of soul-mates flitting about the outskirts of each other’s lives until the time of their predestined meeting, is novel but not unprecedented. What made it intriguing was the complete ‘otherness’ of the main characters. Paisley is a young woman grappling with what it means to be on her own for the first time in her life, struggling with overbearing parents and a desire to become her own person. So far not particularly remarkable, right? But Paisley is Japanese-American and her parents are very traditional, very protective. And added to that, Paisley has albinism which renders her legally blind. She also has congenital heart disease, a condition which–her parents often remind her–once killed her as a baby before she was revived. Paisley’s “condition” is the tether that binds her to her parents in a way that she has always felt was stifling. But the path of least resistance for her has always been to … not resist. Except now, attending school and living on her own, she is finally on the cusp of independence, as long as she can convince her parents that she is being attentive to her health. Enter Malachi. He is a handsome East Asian man whom Paisley has known literally all her life, earthly and before. Though they have never actually met, nor spoken to each other, Paisley and Malachi’s souls were bound before their birth and they have been ever-present in each other’s lives from the time they were infants; always on the cusp, but never quite meeting. When finally they do meet, in a minor mishap as she enters the building where he works, Paisley and Malachi quickly dispense with coy mating rituals and pour themselves into each other, recognizing their other half almost immediately. But there is still the pesky issue of Paisley’s health and her oppressively over-protective parents who in an effort to save her life have denied her the pleasures of living. This includes things as extreme as confiscating her phone to prevent her from contacting Malachi, and keeping her a virtual prisoner in their home when they grow concerned about this new attachment she’s formed. Malachi‘When Clouds Touch’ is a love story, but also struck me as being a fairy tale in the best sense. Paisley has an otherworldly quality in appearance that cause people to stop and stare; and a princess-like isolation from the real world, that is similar to Rapunzel locked in the tower. Because of her isolation, and because she recognizes Malachi as her meant-to-be, she wastes no time in letting him know that she is devoted to him. Malachi is her prince, seeking to rescue her from the tower, using first his charm and eventually his smarts to overcome Paisley’s parents’ resistance. All the things that Paisley hasn’t seen, he is determined to show her; and if she asks, he can’t say ‘no’ even when saying ‘yes’ puts her health and life at risk. No time is wasted in this book with the sometimes tedious ‘love-me, love-me-not’ stuff. Paisley and Malachi’s conflicts come from the limitations she has because of her health, and from her parents’ well-intentioned but damaging hovering and intervention. At first, as I read, I was waiting for ‘When Clouds Touch’ to show its romance-novel chops and become the kind of book one expects from that genre. But it never did. And the story was better off for it. When I let go of my preconceptions, the story and its characters settled in for me. I stopped expecting Paisley and Malachi to relate to each other as traditional romance novel heroes and heroines do, and I came to accept it as it was. Ey Wade’s writing is worthy of note as well, because it gave the story an almost mythical quality which I believe was fully intended. The imagery had a wistful, dreamlike feel, particularly in the scenes that played out in a field of bluebonnets, and at a festival that left the pale-as-a-ghost Paisley covered in all the colors of the rainbow. The color in those scenes for me symbolized the color and depth that Malachi brought to Paisley’s previously monochromatic life, and added to the overall mystical feel of the story.

Although at times I found the dialogue a little ‘romantic’ or sentimental, at other times it fit perfectly the theme of a love and bond that transcended time and space. And there was also something brave about the sentimentality when most writers these days (myself included) seem to be striving for the opposite by writing stories with gritty realism (but with a billionaire or two thrown in). So I applaud Ey Wade for going where so few writers dare to tread–not only in her style but in the unexpected, though not unsatisfactory climax to her book. ‘When Clouds Touch’ left me curious about what I may be missing by not having read other work by this author. But I suspect that when I do, those Paisley stories will–like this book–be somewhat magical, somewhat unexpected.

Tia’s Take:

 I’ve never read Ey Wade’s work before, nor did I know what to expect from her most recent novel “When Clouds Touch.” I just knew what the description stated. Once I started reading, I realized the blurb barely covered what was to come… except I still didn’t know what that would be. I knew there was a young woman named Paisley MuRong that had been dealing with severe medical conditions, including Albinism and congenital heart disease. I also learned Paisley shared a destiny with Malachi Dae, and this was determined way before they even took their first breaths. What I didn’t know was why their path toward each other was so powerful or what type of story this was going to be. Was this a romantic tale? Something mystical? A story where the author will somehow exercise creative license? Should any of that matter? It did, until I made the conscious decision to simply let that go and that’s when I was able to relax a little more and not anticipate what could come on the next page. In the world of Paisley, that’s how it is… nothing is known or even guaranteed. Therefore her world is a very cautious one. With very overprotective and, understandably so, overbearing parents, Paisley has spent most of it hidden from the “dangers” that we would simply call life. For that, I was sad for her. I even became upset and disliked her parents for it.

Then I recalled the earliest pages in this novel where Paisley and Malachi’s mothers both have moments where they felt their babies… but more importantly they were so in tune that they “knew” their child by a reaction felt in the womb. As a parent myself, I got it… That life that grew from almost nowhere was everything and forever was there a connection between parent and child. An uncontrollable desire to protect at all costs happens that just can’t be explained… So when Paisley’s parents demonstrated their helicopter behaviors and then some, it was because they loved her so much that they didn’t want to lose her again. Yes… again. Paisley’s health had many scares since she was born, including a time when they lost her and I am pretty sure that was something no one would ever want to experience again.

So Paisley’s parents erected barriers and essentially created a safe place or bubble for their little girl to live in, except she is no longer their little girl. Paisley is an adult woman and she is feeling things that any one of us would feel that “bubbles” can’t keep us from experiencing. Malachi – her soul mate – has been around her all her life, but it takes a chance encounter (or is it chance?) to finally allow their worlds to collide. At that point, there’s no turning back. Chemistry has taken hold of the situation and a curious Paisley and a love struck Malachi set out to help her experience life outside the safe cocoon that Paisley’s parents prefer to keep her in.

What I appreciated about this story is that Ey Wade was almost poetic with her descriptions and scenes. The scene that still stands out for me days after reading it was when Paisley and Malachi were lying under her wagasa, a large Japanese umbrella that Paisley carries everywhere to shield her from the sun. Malachi looks up at the filtered view of the sky through the wagasa and asks Paisley what she sees. Her response and view from beneath it saddened me, as she keeps her head down and moves quickly from place to place in her life. It’s when something halts her or curiosity gets the better of her does Paisley get a closer peek at what’s beyond the bubble… but it always costs her a little more than she’s ready for.

Ey Wade brings life into the world of a young woman that has been isolated in a place that her parents feel will protect her – from the harmful sun, from the germs of the world, from the judging eye of people that will make stupid comments about her rare features or fear her enough to wish her death – and gives her life through Malachi.

Reading “When Clouds Touch” made me curious about the author and her other works, which I will be checking out as well, and something I felt through her writing was confirmed. Ms. Wade takes special care in education, caring, protecting and connecting people that aren’t likely to find each other otherwise. I felt that in her “When Clouds Touch” and it made me care even more about Paisley when she would twist Malachi’s arm to do something her parents would otherwise object to or if a hand-to-the-chest moment popped up in the story. She also managed to do that while bringing less than ordinary characters that are unfortunately missing in so many pages and giving a story with an outcome that was purely unexpected – one that held my attention until the last page. As an author, Ms. Wade took great care in showing all sides of the story and why no side or character was ever really wrong or right. Everyone wanted the best for all in this story. Thanks to the storytelling of Ey Wade, so did I. And when you step into the story holding onto empathy for the cast of characters until the very end, you’ve walked into a good thing.
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I'm Gonna Marry Her~ When Clouds Touch #romance #Albinism

“The smaller gift is an Omamori, basically a good luck amulet Omamori means to protect. This one is an Anzan. It’s ...”
“A wish for good health of a pregnant woman and a newborn baby,” her mother finished. The expression on her face as she stared at the amulet in her hand told all sorts of things to the people at the table. Happiness was not one of them.

The younger of Paisley’s two brothers held the small amulet by the string, swinging it back and forth. “Ewww, are you telling us you’re pregnant, Paisley?”
“Yes.” She squealed ecstatically standing and bouncing in place. Twirling until the layers of her skirt flowed, engulfing and wrapping around the legs of her sister who joined her in dance. Khushi Dae and Malachi’s grandmother pushed back their chairs, each happily taking turns embracing Paisley in their joy. Everyone remaining at the table had their attention focused on Malachi.
Not knowing what else to do, Malachi decided to brazen it out. Arms folded behind his head, legs crossed, with a complacent smile on his face, Malachi leaned the chair back until it rested on the back legs. “Well, go ahead and blame me. I’ll stand up to my responsibilities.” 
“You better, akudou.” His father, walking behind him to join the women, swept the legs of the chair as he passed. The immediate laughter from all as Malachi caught himself before hitting the floor, lightened the atmosphere.
“Ha, ha. You all go ahead and laugh.” Malachi stood, brushed down his clothing and straightened his chair while trying to gather his dignity. Instead of sitting, he moved to where Paisley stood. Separating her from the well-wishers, he helped her into her chair but remained standing behind his.Smiling slightly, he accepted the bottle of wine from the hands of the waiter. “Now that Paisley has excited everyone with our little announcement, I wanted to openly apologize for causing everyone stress and ask for the forgiveness of both families.” 
“Wine won’t clear it that easily, little brother.” Yogi sipped from his glass of water, his index finger pointing towards Mr. MuRong. “Words mean nothing, you have to do something bigger.”
“You know me. After lunch I have plans.”
“Malachi, what are you talking about?” Paisley scooted closer and whispered in his ear.
Patting the top of her hand without answering, he directed his next words to her father. “Mr. MuRong, sir, I know I showed you and Paisley’s beautiful mother an enormous amount of disrespect and I want to make up for that.”
“No disrespect to your father, but it will take more than a dinner, where you spring the announcement of my grandchild as easily as you announce the weather. Why is it you always want to have important discussions in a restaurant? Your decorum is wanting.”
“Stick with me through lunch, sir and I promise you will love me.” He laughed at the collective dismissal sound from every person at the table. “Family, don’t give up on me, yet. I’m full of surprises.”
When dessert was served, conversation began to lag until eventually silence reigned and all eyes turned to Malachi. He raised his hand and immediately a waitress appeared by his side and presented a card to Paisley. In confusion, Paisley looked towards Malachi.
“Go with her Paisley, Yoshiko will you go with them? Mr. And Mrs. MuRong, Amma, Appa- everyone,will you follow me?” Malachi reached out, clasping the elbow of his grandmother and helping her from her chair.
“We’ll go with the girls.” Malachi’s mom laughed, excitedly clasping Paisley’s mom’s hand. Looking as if she knew something no one else knew.

The path to the restaurant’s rear garden and pagoda was lined on either side by hedges of roses and covered with arches of red wagasas and lit Japanese lanterns. At the entrance to the pagoda, Malachi stood with his brothers and an officiant, nervously waiting for his bride. 
When Paisley stepped through the double glass doors to the garden, the first notes of Malachi’s favorite song began to play and Paisley had to laugh at the sight of Yogi punching his brother on the shoulder and the short comical argument which ensued. It was obvious to her, Yogi as eldest brother, was chastising Malachi for being bold and teasing her father. What better song to use than Rude by Magic!? Listening to the chorus declaring the singer’s intention to marry his girl touched Paisley through her very being and she was overwhelmed with love. She wanted to run into his arms, but instead, looked up and smiled into the compassionate gaze of her father as he stepped to her side. 
“That fellow is determined to love you, my angel.”
“Yes, for eternity, Ota-san.”
“And I will accept that and treat him as a son, the little gaki.”

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