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Monday, 30 November 2009

An Interview with Anne Herries




Tell us a little about yourself

I write as Anne Herries for Harlequin Mills & Boon and under various other names for different publishers. I am married and live in Cambridgeshire in England.

What do you write?
I write historical and quite a few Regency Romances

Why do you write?
Because I love it and the stories just keep coming. If I didn't write them down I would have no room in my mind for anything else, but once they are told I can put them aside.



What are you writing now?
I have just started the first of a new Regency trilogy, but I am also writing a big Medieval story and there are some sagas on the go too.


What kind of clothes do you like to wear?
I like to dress up when I am going somewhere and have a favourite brownish silk dress in a pattern with a dipped neck and loose sleeves that I wear with a beige silk jacket. For everyday it is usually jeans and a top depending on the weather. I've worn cut offs a lot this summer.


Are you in love? Have you ever been?
Very much so. With my husband – but also with life and the house where I live, Spain and my squirrels


Do you have a dream lover – and what does he or she look like?
Oh yes, he is a handsome, Regency gentleman and very gallant and brave. Just like my husband would be if he had lived in those times. Once for a fancy dress he wore Regency clothes and a long wig – and that was it, dream come true!


What kind of comfort food do you like best?
Chocolate and strawberries and ice cream



What makes you laugh? Cry?
I love a good comedy sketch, like Dad's Army or the early Fools & Horses, but in real life I think watching the squirrels at play brings the biggest smile – and my husband makes me laugh all the time.

I cry at injustice, at seeing people ill or in trouble and losing someone you care for is the worst.



What do you do to amuse yourself when not working?
When was that – oh yes, I seem to remember I had a day off last Christmas. Seriously, I love to watch a good film, walk in the sunshine in Spain, watch squirrels in the garden or go out for a delicious meal.



What is it in a man or woman that turns you on? The clean version please!

I like nice hands – and they should smell pleasant too.


What do you hate about life?

Unfairness and injustice. I get angry when people try to impose unfair laws or arrest someone just because their skin isn't the same colour as their own.

What do you hope to achieve in life and when will you know that you have been a success?

I would love to get another book into mainstream paperback, but apart from that I am pretty happy with the way things are. As long as the people I care for keep well and things don't go pear shaped, I think life is as good as it gets.

What are you going to write next?

Lots more Mills and Boon romances. Perhaps a few sagas and fingers crossed on the big medieval. That could change everything.

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One of Anne's favourite books from Harlequin Mills and Boon is
An Improper companion



The cover for an audio book from soundings and Severn House




An Improper Companion
(Hellfire series)What should we have done without you, Miss Travers?
Excerpt

'You make too much of my part...' Elizabeth said, but then her breath caught as he moved towards her, looking down at her with such intent that she knew what he meant to do even before he reached out for her. 'Cavendish...'

His lips stopped her words. For a moment she stood stiffly within his arms, but then something opened up inside her and she melted into him, her warmth flooding through in the kiss she returned without restraint.

In that moment Elizabeth forgot prudence, forgot her mama's teachings and her notions of propriety. She would at that second in time have granted him anything he asked of her and considered the worls well lost for love.

Published by: Harlequin Mills & Boon ( Historical Romance )
ISBN Number: 978-0263846836
Available from: www.Amazon.co.uk

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Spring 1557

The man walked away from the hostelry on the waterfront deep in thought. He had booked passage on a ship bound for France and it might be many years before he returned home. His thoughts were regretful and angry for he had parted from his father with bitter words.
‘You take the word of others above mine, Father – you would believe a stranger above your own son.’
Justin Devere’s blue eyes had flashed with pride, making Sir John snort impatiently. ‘You were a damned fool, Justin. By God, sir! There is no excuse for what you have done. You are the great grandson of Robert Melford and a more devoted supporter of the Crown could not be found. Your grandfather was much favoured by King Henry V111 – and my own family has always been loyal. By becoming involved in this conspiracy to murder Queen Mary and replace her with the Princess Elizabeth you have let your whole family down. I am ashamed of you!’ ‘No, sir. You wrong me…’
Justin raised his head defiantly. He was a handsome devil, with pale blond hair and deep blue eyes; reckless, arrogant and dismissive of rules, he stood head and shoulders above most men, including his father. His grandfather said he was a throw back to Robert of Melford in temperament and build, though not in colouring. He was also fiercely proud and it pricked his pride to hear his father call him a fool.
‘You have spoken treason against the Queen and that cannot be tolerated.’
‘It was no such thing, sir!’ Justin declared passionately. ‘I will grant that some hotheads have talked of such a plot in my hearing but I am innocent of any conspiracy – as is the princess herself. She was gracious enough to grant me an audience for many of us wished her to know that we support her and if any attempt were made to disbar her from inheriting the throne when the Queen dies we should rise to her…’
‘Be quiet!’ John Devere thundered. ‘Do you not realise that that in itself is sufficient to have you arrested for treason?’
‘I shall not be silent, sir. I am as loyal an Englishman as any but I cannot love a Catholic queen who puts good Englishmen to the fire in the name of religion.’
‘It is not so many years since we were all Catholic and proud of it,’ Justin’s father reminded him. ‘King Hal saw fit to break with Rome and we were all forced to follow or lose our favour at court but that does not mean…’ He broke off for the anger was writ plain on Justin’s face. ‘While the Queen lives ‘tis treason to speak of her death and well you know it.’
‘We did not plot to murder her, merely to protect our own Elizabeth.’
‘Surely it is enough that talk of your conspiracy has reached Her Majesty? The Princess has herself faced questions from the Queen regarding treason and was lucky that Her Majesty was in good humour because her husband has promised to visit her soon. Had it not been for that fortunate circumstance she might have found herself in the Tower once more.’ John placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. ‘Go to France or Spain, Justin. I know that though you have done wrong your heart was good. You have my blessing. Send me word of your situation and as soon as I think the coast clear you may return.’
‘You would have me flee like a coward?’ Justin’s face reflected his disgust.
‘I would have you live, sirrah! Stay and I may have no son to inherit my estate – and you will break your mother’s heart.’
Lost in the memory of the bitter quarrel with his father, Justin did not notice the shadows behind him. Not until it was too late did he realise that he had been followed from the hostelry. Even as he turned, about to draw his sword, a crashing blow to the back of his head sent him to the ground and he lost consciousness as he was carried aboard a ship, not as the passenger he had paid to be but to serve before the mast.

Across The Sands Of time


Across the Sands of Time
By Pamela Kavanagh
hardback £18.99
Published by Robert Hale on 30th September 2009
ISBN: 978-0-7090-8863-9


Thea Partington is more than happy with her lot. She has just got engaged to Geoff Sanders, loves her job as a school teacher and enjoys success with her beloved show ponies. Life couldn’t be more perfect, but then it is all turned upside down when Irish vet, Dominic Shane joins the local veterinary practice. Whether they know it or not, Thea and Dominic are attracted to each other at their first meeting, but Thea continues on the path already laid out for her. At her mother’s suggestion, Thea and Geoff decide to make a property on the edge of Partington land their future home. Thea begins to renovate The Harbour House, but whenever she is there, visions of its history and the life of Polly Dakin take over her mind. It is not long before Polly and her family begin to haunt Thea’s dreams and she becomes pre-occupied with The Harbour House’s past. Unfortunately, Thea’s relationship with Geoff begins to suffer because of her interest in The Harbour House and her friendship with Dominic Shane and, much to Geoff’s amazement, Thea ends the engagement when she sees Geoff lunching with her sister, Bryony, at their special place. Following the break-up, Thea and Dominic’s relationship begins to develop, but mystery surrounds the reasons why he left Ireland and a seemingly dream job as a resident vet at Ferlann Ridge Bloodstock Sales. Then, just as Thea feels she is ready to commit to Dominic, he returns to Ireland, promising to keep in touch. Is this the end of Thea and Dominic’s relationship, before it has even begun or is their attraction strong enough to overcome the obstacles that are now about to be thrown in its way?

I thoroughly enjoyed this novel and the diversions throughout from Thea’s life to Polly’s life, which despite the number of years between them, are very similar in that they are both separated from their true loves because of circumstances beyond their control.

A very good read, for which I award five red roses.

The Loveday Conspiracy


Kate Tremayne
The Loveday Conspiracy
Headline
ISBN 978-0-7553-4767-4
Paperback
468 pages
£5.99

From the master storyteller, Kate Tremayne, comes a new episode in her epic tale of the Loveday family. Anyone who has read any of Tremayne's powerful Cornish sagas will have eagerly awaited this latest.

Tristan, the outcast, grandson of a rogue and despised by his superior cousins, now has the upper hand. Because of Adam Loveday's twin's perfidy, the home Adam adores – Trevowan Manor - now belongs to his hated cousin and his twin brother is in his grave. Adam thirsts for revenge, while all Tristan wants is to be accepted by the proud family who once threw him back into the gutter from whence he came. Yet he too dabbles in things that may lead him into danger.

Adam and Japhet, his more favoured cousin, both have enemies and they meet regularly to practise their deadly skills so that when the time comes they will be able to engage and kill their foe. However, as the twisting tale of love, hate and revenge winds on, a very different fate awaits the cousins. Caught up with French spies and the rescue of a beautiful lady, they may find themselves temporarily on the same side.

Tremayne skilfully juggles a large cast of characters, each with their own enthralling story, keeping the reader eagerly turning the page and although the book reaches a satisfactory conclusion, we know that this tale does not end here. This quarrelsome, powerful family will continue to delight and engross thousands of readers for a while yet.

This author deserves a bouquet of red roses for her wonderful sagas.
Linda Sole

Saturday, 28 November 2009

An Interview with Jane Jackson


Tell us a little about yourself: My name is Jane Pollard but I write as Jane Jackson. I live in a small Cornish village at the head of a creek that flows into the third largest natural harbour in the world. I grew up in the village and went to school here as did my three children. My husband has just retired after twenty years of self-employment and is busier than ever. He’s a passionate gardener and also has an allotment so we eat well, and the furthest our fruit and veg travels is three miles! I’ve been a professional writer for over thirty years and consider myself truly blessed to have been able to make a living (some years better than others lol) doing something I truly love. My daughter lives just a few miles away and works part time as office manager for a Community Centre. She has two gorgeous daughters of 18 and 16, both talented artists, and a son of 8 who like his nanny (me) is a voracious reader.
My elder son lives in Australia with his wife and assorted animals. They love travelling and have come home twice via most of Europe. My younger son is senior application engineer for a German company in Lichfield. He and his wife have two lovely little boys aged two and seven months.

What do I write? My first book was a romantic thriller. I followed that with two Cornish-based historical romances. Then as Dana James I wrote four medical and ten contemporary romances for Harlequin Mills & Boon. I loved writing them and they were published in 23 countries and 19 languages. But history has always been my first love, so I returned to that and have written eleven to date. In fact the eleventh, Heart of Stone, was published this month.

Why do you write? Because it’s as natural and necessary to me as breathing.
It’s part of who I am. I started when I was four years old. I love writing romances in which both hero and heroine are fighting demons from their past while facing difficult situations that force them to overcome antipathy and work together. When they finally acknowledge their love, they have earned happiness, and no matter what life throws at them they will survive it.

What are you writing now? The story of a character I left two books ago. She lost her widower father, her home and her status in a terrible fire, and broke off her engagement to a man who had lied to her. The theme of the story is trust. Jenefer has never lacked courage. So she makes a leap of faith and allows herself to fall deeply in love only to learn he has been keeping a devastating secret. It’s a powerful dramatic story and I race through the chores each morning so I can get to my office and pick up where I finished the previous evening.

What kind of clothes do you like to wear? Comfy and casual: trousers, polo shirt, sweater or fleece. But when the occasion calls for it I enjoy putting on a long black skirt and jewel-coloured silk blouse with ropes of beads. With my white hair (I started going grey at 16) I can look striking. I can also – on a bad day - look like the wicked witch of the west. Lol

Are you in love? Have you ever been? I certainly am. I love my husband dearly. He’s my closest friend, my confidante, and the comforting shoulder I cry on. That’s not to say he doesn’t occasionally make me mad. But then, I expect I do the same to him. He’s very practical whereas I’m emotional. He works on logic, I’m instinctive. Our differences complement one another, and our similarities bind us closer. I like that old saying: if you never argue, one of you is unnecessary.

Do you have a dream lover – what does he look like? Every time I create a new hero I fall headlong for him. His colouring may vary, but he’ll be tall with broad thickset shoulders and long muscular legs. His pride and cynicism mask vulnerability, he’ll be articulate and have a way of looking into my soul. Oh yesss!

What kind of comfort food do you like best? Thick homemade soup with a salad sandwich, a Cornish pasty from Warren’s bakery – they are the best!
Flapjacks made with honey, oats, ginger and masses of mixed dried fruit.

What makes you laugh? Tales of work and school my children and grandchildren tell me. But my main source of amusement is my husband. He’s Cornish, with a very dry quick wit, and his take on things often has me doubled up with laughter.
Cry? News stories about cruelty to children. Heart-wrenching books and movies.

What do you do to amuse yourself when you’re not working? Read. Husband and I go for long walks and talk non-stop. We might drive to West Cornwall and walk along cliffs that border the Atlantic. When the water’s calm we take out our Mad River canoe. We have a little electric motor that works off a battery and this removes all the hard labour. Because the motor is silent we often attract attention from people aboard their yachts. There we sit, not a paddle in sight, with the canoe skimming along. In the evenings we might watch a DVD.

What is it about a man that turns you on? The clean version please!
I don’t mind casual, even scruffy, but he must be clean, with a direct gaze and genuine smile. Someone who is comfortable in his own skin whatever shape or colour that might be. But what really matters to me is personality. Kindness, honesty, courtesy and a sense of humour are far more important – and last a lot longer - than mere good looks.

What do you hate about life? I don’t hate anything. Hate takes too much energy, achieves nothing, and only hurts the person who feels it. My life has had its fair share of bad times, but I learned a lot from them and am, I think, a better person for having had those experiences. I dislike dishonest politicians, cruelty to children, intolerance, and bad manners. I try always to treat other people as I’d like to be treated. I look for the best. If someone is unkind or unpleasant I shrug. It’s their problem, not mine. If, as I believe, what you give out is what you get back, I’d rather be upbeat and positive.

What do you hope to achieve in life and when will you know if you have been a success? I have a happy marriage and three happy, well-adjusted successful children who have themselves produced healthy happy well-adjusted offspring. What greater success could I aspire to? To have achieved moderate success doing a job I love, one that allows people to escape for a few hours into a world I have created, is the icing on my cake.

What are you going to write next? I still have several months work ahead on the current book. But once that is completed I plan to write what may turn into a series about a Cornish brewing family.

Friday, 27 November 2009

Featured Book/ Heart Of Stone


Jane is a popular author of Regency and historical books.

Heart of Stone


In 1840’s Cornwall, 25-year-old Sarah Govier supports herself and her illegitimate son, Jory, on the income from Talvan, the granite quarry she inherited from her father. But businessman Kinser Landry has good reason for wanting Talvan and will stop at nothing to get it. Her problems mounting, Sarah turns in desperation to James Crago, a gunpowder manufacturer who owns land adjoining hers.
After twenty years as soldier and diplomat in India, Crago, 37, returned home, his face horrifically scarred, a wound sustained during his attempt to help the girl he loved escape a despotic raja. Local reaction to his appearance has turned him into a recluse.
Rejected by society, emotionally bruised and deeply wary, neither Sarah nor James is prepared for the powerful attraction that erupts between them. Will they survive the plots against them? Can they overcome the past? Find the courage to love again?


Heart of Stone by Jane Jackson will be published on 1st November 2009 by Severn House Price £18.99 Available direct from Severn House or Amazon.co.uk






Excerpt from Heart of Stone


Crago came towards her, his soft boots silent on the beaten earth. His black hair was thick and shaggy and clearly needed the attention of a barber. As he approached through a shaft on sunlight, she realised why.
Warned what to expect, she had believed herself prepared. But for once, rumour and gossip fell short of reality. The white scar crossed his sun-browned face like jagged lightning. Struggling to hide her shock, Sarah felt unexpected and wrenching sympathy.
How many times must he have met quickly averted gazes or horror-filled stares, awed whispers, children pointing? Good manners demanded that she look away so as not to embarrass him. But she was all too familiar with turned backs and cold shoulders. She would not do to someone else what caused pain in her.
A muscle pulsed in his jaw and his lips tightened. Beneath black brows his eyes were the same colour as the surrounding bluebells and as cold as a quarry lake. He had seen her reaction, must have observed it countless times on other faces. He lifted his chin: the small movement a declaration that he despised her shock and rejected her pity.
It stung, but she understood. Did she not meet rejection and contempt every time she ventured into town? Becky’s description of him as “some great streak” was fairly accurate. But what she had failed to mention was the impact of his physical presence.
Over six feet tall, wearing a workman’s check shirt and coarse dark trousers tucked into the strangest boots she had ever seen, he had the powerful shoulders, deep chest and muscular build of a man familiar with hard manual labour. Yet the rumours declared him wealthy, and they had to be true. For without money, how would he have been able to restore the house or establish his business?
“Well?” he snapped. “What do you want?”
Sarah stiffened. “Such rudeness does you no credit, Mr Crago.”
“I owe you no courtesy, madam. Not only are you trespassing on private property, your presence here is a danger to us all.”

This sounds exciting Jane!