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Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London, as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper only emerged a few years back, but now her laptop is a constant companion.
Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her beautiful two daughters as well as their dog. Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
Here is a short sample from the book:
"My mum is dead."
Startled, Emma peeked over the reception desk and right into a pair of beautiful green eyes belonging to a little girl with brown curly hair and a freckled button nose, and despite of the girl's words, a faint smile tugged at Emma's lips. The girl's eyes that held a hint of mischief and curiosity, as well as sadness, and Emma was drawn to her instantly.
An elderly woman approached the reception and her stern voice caused Emma to flinch. She saw the girl stiffen,her eyes wide open now.
"My apologies for that," the woman said to Emma, although the expression on her face didn't reveal any signs of regrets.
Emma studied the face across the counter, which reflected a life of bitterness, the lines around her eyes and mouth deep and weathered. An elderly man joined them, and after a brief nod of acknowledgement Emma asked, "May I help you?"
"Yes. We would like to check-in. Gibbs. Teresa Gibbs," the woman answered.
Emma typed the name on the keyboard, and while she waited for the details, she smiled at the girl, and asked, "Holidays?"
Nadine's face spread into a small smile that was just enough to show she had her two top teeth missing.
"And I see the tooth fairy has been to see you recently."
"Excuse me–" Mrs. Gibbs glanced at Emma's name badge. "–Emma. Can we proceed with the check-in please?"
"My apologies, ma'am." Emma read the details on the screen, made a few notes, and turned to activate the automated door card in the back office. All the while, she was conscious of Mrs.Gibbs' glare on her, and she instinctively pulled on her navy uniform skirt.She hated how the woman made her uncomfortable. Retrieving a paper pouch for the card, Emma sighed inwardly. She was in her early twenties and still lacked confidence, not to mention she worried about other people's opinions of her.Tucking an escaping strand of her tawny hair behind her ear, she tried to keep a positive attitude because, after all, she loved working at the All Stars Hotel in Melbourne. It was something she had always wanted to do–to welcome people to this beautiful city and make their stay as comfortable as possible. And she was often told how popular she was with staff and guests alike for her positive attitude, her generous heart, and her kind spirit.