JO LAMBERT

MARY GREEN
MELANIE KERR
Historical Fiction, Regency era
Release Date: May 1, 2016
320 Pages / 5”x7.75”
Promotion: Alberta author events, National review mailing,
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Trade paperback
$19.95 CAD
ISBN 978-0-9866494-4-8
Hardcover
$32.95 CAD
ISBN 978-0-9866494-5-5

 

SYNOPSIS:

Mary Green, obscure orphan and ward of the wealthy Hargreaves family, has always accepted her inferior position with grace, humility, and gratitude. When she discovers that her only friend is to leave the country forever, that her confidence has been betrayed by the unfeeling youngest daughter of the family, and that her very deprivation is the object of the mockery and scorn of everyone she has sought to honour, she determines to cast them off and make her own way in the world. On her twenty-first birthday, free to choose her own destiny, she dreams of peace and tolerance, and perhaps a partner who might be noble enough to love her in all her simplicity. But when an unexpected foray into London society disrupts all her plans, she is faced with an uncharacteristic storm of feelings. Will she grow strong and happy in her independence, or will her character be lost amidst her newfound ambition? Unable to trust the whims of her own heart, Mary is forced to confront the question that has forever plagued her: Who is she and where does she come from?

Chapter 1

The name of Mary Green was so far beneath the notice of Miss Hargreaves and her sister that its bearer hardly heard it spoken except in rare occasions of company. When forced to address the poor girl, it was therefore as simply ‘Polly,’ and most often uttered with resentment at being required to acknowledge her existence at all.

The three young ladies lived at Challey Hall in Oxfordshire, with the late Mrs. Hargreaves’ younger sister, Miss Preston. The house was by no means the largest in the county, but it was not so small that a lady on one floor in the east wing might be expected to hear the call of her cousin on another floor in the west.

“Polly!” cried Miss Augusta from the seat of her dressing table. Though she was a little more friendly than her sister, she was neither so humble as to call Mary by her proper name, nor so selfless as to go in search of her rather than sit and grow angry at Mary’s being so careless of the feelings of others as to be out of hearing distance when she was required.

Augusta called for Polly again, drawing out the sounds in an insistent and desperate holler, unequal to imagining that Mary may have any other engagement but to wait, out of sight of her cousins, for the moment she may be needed by either of them.  Augusta let go an impatient sigh, glared into the mirror and drew a great breath to call again for that wretched little creature when the door of her chamber flew open.

“What on earth do you do, Gussy?” was the indignant reply, for it was not Polly who had burst in and indeed never burst anywhere, but Dorothea, the elder Hargreaves girl, gliding across the carpet to stand over her sister in breathless elegance. “Do not you think how ill it becomes you to shout the whole house down like that? Do you wish people to think you savage?”

“I know not what people there are in this house whose opinions might concern me, unless you mean Aunt Preston or the servants. Clearly Polly does not hear me.”

Dorothea, catching sight of herself in the mirror was instantly distracted and calmed by the thought that she must have a new day gown made, one just like Lady Darlington had brought back from Paris. It would suit her figure so much better than Lady Darlington’s.   She lowered her eyes to her sister’s surly reflection.

“Well, go and fetch her then,” she said, “if you need her so.” She raised her eyebrows at Augusta’s image then turned and strode back across the room. Stopping to look the door frame up and down as if in disapproval, she added, “And if you think the talk of servants benign, I could tell you a sobering tale or two,” and left the room.

Augusta watched her sister in the mirror as she departed, then sat in furious silence. She would not give Dorothea the satisfaction of seeing her follow her instruction to go and find Mary, but neither would she expose herself to further insult by calling out again. After a few moments of internal debate, she gave up and threw herself onto her bed, taking up a novel from the nightstand and attempting to read it while her mind replayed every act of insolent superiority ever perpetrated against her by her sister.

On hearing a knock, Augusta looked up over the book to see the figure of Mary, standing just outside the open door, which Dorothea had not deigned to close upon her departure. “Your sister said you were calling for me,” she said.

“Did she go and fetch you?” asked Augusta. “How like her.” She threw down her book and slipped off the bed and back into place before the mirror. “Will you please come and help me, Polly” she said, beckoning to Mary, who came and stood beside her. “I am utterly distraught over the Westley Ball. All three of the Ingles brothers are going to be there, even Lord Marsden. You do remember him? Of course you do. One does not forget Lord Marsden.” She heaved a great sigh at the thought of being noticed or – dare she even hope? – asked to dance by such a gentleman as the unparalleled Lord Marsden. “But what am I going to wear that can possibly draw the attention of any of the gentlemen away from Dorothea?” She shook her head. “I could not tolerate being outdone by her again. She has allowed me to borrow any of her pieces that I should like,” she indicated a selection of jewels laid out on the table, “yet I know they shall all be of no use to me.”

“That was very kind of her,” Mary offered. “Several of these are among her favourites, I am sure.”

“It is nothing like kindness” Augusta spat. “It is a twisted sort of conceit. She knows I shall never look as well in any of them as she does, and she only proves her own supremacy by allowing me to demonstrate as much. And of course she is right. She shall wrap herself in some torn old rags with a fishing net on her head, and everyone shall announce her the most natural and unaffected beauty in the kingdom. She is so blessed tall; she might wear anything to advantage, just like you. I am the only poor dwarf in this house. I am no less deserving than her and yet I get none of the attention.”

“I may be tall, it is true,” said Mary, choosing the most delicate necklace from the table and fastening it around Augusta’s neck, “but I will always want Dorothea’s grace. I am rather plodding I am afraid, and shall never be as dainty as yourself.”

“Well that is true, I suppose,” Augusta conceded, touching the necklace and turning her head to admire it from both sides.

“Gentlemen like a dainty lady, or so I am told.” Mary took down the gowns that had been hung beside the mirror.

“Let your sister envy you for a change,” she said, “and regret her great, towering form. Here,” she held out a white sprigged muslin. “The subtlety of this fabric would be lost on her, and will flatter you very well I think.”

“But it is so plain,” complained Augusta, who, though not quite so handsome as her sister, was still rather pretty. “I am already so plain. I shall draw no attention in that.”

“Take a little of the lace from this gown,” said Mary, picking out an elaborately embellished silk “and add it to the muslin. You have several days until the ball. I am sure Ellie will be able to accomplish something very pretty in plenty of time.”

“That is a thought,” said Augusta, looking over the two gowns.

“And I am sure we can make good use of some of your ribbon for your hair, and there are some charming little flowers in the gardens just now. No doubt they would be quite happy to be liberated for your adornment.”

“Oh Polly, would you do that for me?” she simpered. “And please tell Ellie just how the gown should be made up. I know I should make a mess of it, and before such company, I should be mortified. I simply cannot allow Dorothea to keep all the gentlemen to herself.”

“Only one gentleman may marry Dorothea,” said Mary, taking up the two gowns. “There will be others left for you, you know.”

“Perhaps, but I should like to be somebody’s first choice, and besides, who is to say they shall not all squander their lives in pining for her if they cannot find her equal.”

“Let us not despair of that quite yet,” said Mary, as she gathered up the gowns.

Augusta eyed her ruffled burden. “I would loan you something to wear but I just do not think anything I have would fit you without irreversible adjustment. I am afraid you must look to Dorothea for that.”

“Something to wear?” said Mary.

“Well, you cannot go in your old house dress. It would reflect badly on us. I am sure Aunt Preston will see it that way.”

“I am to go to the ball?” Mary was all confusion. She was never invited to join the Hargreaves girls on social outings. She was not even a blood relation, after all, though she was always referred to as a cousin. Mary was, in fact, a nobody, and only permitted to remain in their house out of what the sisters regarded as a misplaced sentimentality on the part of their ever absent father.

“I should hope so!” said Augusta. “You were particularly mentioned in the invitation, and I do not think Aunt Preston would take it very well if you were to refuse. It would look like ingratitude.”

“No, of course, I should not wish to give offense, and I have no cause to refuse. I am merely surprised to have been invited.” The honour of an invitation to Westley Park was more than she ever expected to receive, and she felt the thrill and the apprehension of attending such a great occasion as such a humble character. Already she began to think how she might make over a tattered cast-off of Dorothea’s which hung in her closet, though next to the sisters Hargreaves, she knew she would always look the penniless orphan that she was.

“Well, you must not make yourself too pretty,” Augusta scowled. “It is one thing to be outdone by Dorothea, but if you were both to appear more handsome, it would be quite intolerable and I should never forgive you.”

Mary knew Augusta too well to think her in jest, though the notion that Mary could ever be more remarkable than either of her cousins was most ridiculous. “I do not think you need worry about that,” she said. “I shall be the one in rags and no one has ever called me a natural beauty.”

“Oh do not be so self-pitying. It does not become you.” Augusta turned and waved Mary away. The latter bit her tongue as she always did, recounted to herself all her many blessings, and made her way from the room, leaving the other girl to herself and to the misery of her sister’s jewels.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

Melanie Kerr studied linguistics, English, and theatre at the University of British Columbia, and law at the University of Alberta. Kerr is a reckless lover of clotted cream, a staunch defender of the semi-colon, and a fierce opponent of unpleasant music. She wooed her current and only husband with false promises of skill at word games and eternally good hair. She lives in Edmonton, where she raises her three young children, sews her own Regency costumes, organizes Regency costume events, blogs on all things old and English, endeavours to take over the world, and occasionally practices law.

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PUBLISHER: stonehousepublishing.ca/mary-green.

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The author is doing daily blog posts in the lead up to the read-along which begins on May 13. My first post is about what a read-along is and how it works. You can find it at http://www.melaniekerr.com/2016/05/what-is-read-along-anyway.html.

BOOK TRAILER RELEASE  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIn1Mil6l-w4f3pPD9wm6WA.

Good morning Jan and welcome. Can I start, as always, by asking you a little about yourself?
Perhaps I should start with my son who has a birthday today – on May 10th – and I can’t believe he’s 29! I also have two adult step-children in New Zealand and two step-grandchildren.
I live in an extremely beautiful, rugged area of North Wales; perfect for walking the hills, horse-riding (still a passion, although at 58 I no longer ride nutty thoroughbreds) and of course the endless inspiration is right on my doorstep.

Have you always wanted to be a writer? How did your journey begin?
The real story began at school, with prizes for short stories and poetry. I failed all things mathematical and scientific, and to this day struggle to make sense of anything numerical!

What gives you the inspiration for your books?
I think there are two major considerations for me. The first is simply Snowdonia and the landscape; plus personal experiences. Some years ago we moved from Cheshire to North Wales. Although Cheshire has its history and pretty rural surroundings aplenty, Wales is far more extreme in both aspects. The castles and the rugged hillsides strewn with stone settlements, druid circles and Roman roads bring out the historical muse in me. To think that I am treading the same path as someone who lived in the Iron Age, is both fascinating and humbling. Snowdonia kick-started my stalled obsession with writing in a very positive way. All this whimsical talk of the past makes me sound as if I write historical-based fiction. Far from it. Much as I admire many other genres I tend to be very much rooted in current times and my work reflects a lot of my own life experiences. But this is where I find the two ideas merge a little because I am most certainly inspired by this Ice Age landscape. What has gone before certainly shapes what we see today, but does it shape what we feel, too?

Are you a plotter or a panster?
I never plot anything. I begin with an idea, usually a strong emotional message and from there the characters must find their own way.

Who are your favourite authors? Have they had any influence on your own writing?
I think the teenage years were my most impressionable and I was a voracious reader: Jilly Cooper, Dick Francis and Winston Graham.

If money was no object what would be your ultimate travel destination?
No where! I don’t really enjoy travel. I’ve done several long-haul flights to Australia, New Zealand, America, Singapore. I don’t especially hanker to go anywhere these days. I think if I had to choose and money was no object it would have to be a luxurious tour of Europe, perhaps taking in the Spanish Riding School of Vienna to get a horse-fix. I enjoy photography, history, good food and wine. I’m not a sun-lover and I can’t sit still for long.

 
Name four books which are special to you and your reasons for choosing them.
Us, by David Nicholls. I adored everything about this book, such a witty observation of fatherhood and marriage and how we deal with change. Funny, and intensely readable. The Misremembered Man, by Christina McKenna. A strong setting in Ireland and flashbacks to Jamie’s life in an orphanage, and then the present day search for who he is. Poignant, full of powerful authenticity but told with wit and humour too, and the ending was a complete surprise. Mist, by Mary Fitzgerald. This one gave me goosebumps. Set in Snowdonia, it’s a blend of legend and contemporary rural life. I think this novel is a first-class example of why some books might appeal to one person, and leave the next reader cold. Because of the Welsh background I devoured every word. I especially enjoyed the descriptions of the landscape, spiritual almost. Me Before You, JoJo Moyes. I’m including this one for sheer originality. A light read, covering an intensely dark subject.

 

 

MORE ABOUT JAN

My first novel – written in 1986 – attracted the attention of an agent who was trying to set up her own company, Love Stories Ltd. It was a project aiming to champion those books of substance which contained a romantic element but were perhaps directed towards the more mature reader and consistently fell through the net in traditional publishing. Sadly, the project failed to get the right financial backing.
Many years later my second novel, Wild Water, was taken on by Jane Judd, literary agent. Judd was a huge inspiration, but the book failed to find the right niche with a publisher. It didn’t fall into a specific category and, narrated mostly from the male viewpoint, it was considered out of genre for most publishers and too much of a risk.
Amazon changed the face of the industry with the advent of self-publishing; opening up the market for readers to decide the fate of those previously spurned novels. I went on to successfully publish several works of fiction and short story collections and after a brief partnership with Access Press in 2015, I’ve returned to the freedom of independent publishing.

Fiction which does not fall neatly into a pigeon hole has always been the most difficult to define. In the old days such books wouldn’t be allowed shelf space if they didn’t slot immediately into a commercial list.
As an author I have been described as a combination of literary-contemporary-romantic-comedy-rural-realism-family-saga; oh, and with an occasional criminal twist and a lot of the time, written from the male viewpoint.

No question my books are Contemporary. Family and Realism; these two must surely go hand-in-hand, yes? So, although you’ll discover plenty of escapism, I hope you’ll also be able to relate to my characters as they stumble through a minefield of relationships.
I hesitate to use the word romance. It’s a misunderstood and mistreated word and despite the huge part it plays in the market, attracts an element of disdain. If romance says young, fluffy and something to avoid, maybe my novels will change your mind since many of my central characters are in their forties and fifties. Grown-up love is rather different, and this is where I try to bring that sense of realism into play without compromising the escapism.

WEBSITE: http://janruth.com/

SILENT WATER

(Part Three of Wild Water)

The tragedy and comedy that is Jack’s life; a dangerous web of lies concludes a bitter-sweet end.
Jack Redman, estate agent to the Cheshire set and someone who’s broken all the rules. An unlikely hero or a misguided fool?
In this sequel to Dark Water Jack and Anna must face the consequences of their actions. As the police close in and Patsy’s manipulative ways hamper the investigations, will Jack escape unscathed?
With her career in tatters and an uncertain future, Anna has serious decisions to make. Her silence could mean freedom for Jack, but an emotional prison for herself. Is silence the ultimate test of faith, or is it end of the line for Jack and Anna?

Excerpt:

His turn to stare ahead. He started the engine, pulled the seatbelt across and erased everything he’d seen from his mind.
They had dinner in a pub full of roaring fires with real ales and a traditional fish menu, or at least Anna did. Once the food had arrived, the idea of eating anything seemed beyond comprehension and the second she went to the ladies, Jack threw his cutlery aside and deftly removed the huge piece of fish from his plate. Was it unlawful entry if the door in question had been unlocked? Was it forgery if you were doing it for love? Was it normal to hide a battered cod in a coal shuttle? Was it normal if you no longer cared either way?
The evening wore on. At Lottie’s school he managed to drop the letter onto the reception desk while Anna was studying a wall frieze and the end-of-year-photographs. Once in the impressive school hall, they took their seats in the middle of a row of chairs, piling coats and bags onto the empty seat which should have been occupied by James. Hargreaves and Nash made themselves known, nodding at notable parents in the audience and Jack received a tight smile. Then the lights dimmed, an explosion of orchestral music came out of nowhere and the curtain went up to reveal a child’s bedroom, the only light emulated by a street lamp shining through a pretend window. Jesus. Immediately the place felt too warm, full to the rafters with proud parents, grandparents, and younger siblings. Lottie was the Bad Elf and Jack was aware of Anna occasionally laughing and nudging his arm but on the whole his mind was focused elsewhere, mostly in the front bedroom at 19 Church House Way.
Due for release May/June 2016:

Good morning Sheila and welcome. Can I begin the interview by asking you a little about yourself?

And good morning to you too Jo. I live in the North East of England in a small town called Houghton Le Spring, surrounded by family. George the mad hound, a collie retriever cross, who thinks he is the boss.

Have you always wanted to be a writer? How did your journey begin?

Actually my first dream was to be a mountain climber that soon died, as where I lived a small pit village in the fantastic North East, there were no mountains, not even a climbing range. Then I wanted to fly space ships, this was during my si fi stage. Sadly I found out later that I was too frightened to even get on an aeroplane never mind a space ship. The main problem being is that they won’t let me fly the damn things.

Can you tell us something about your latest project?

I am working on another Seahills novel, set in my home town. KILLING ME SOFTLY. Due out at the end of the year, cant say much about it as anything could change at this stage.

If you weren’t a crime writer, is there any other type of fiction you would like to write?

Probably horror. I am a huge Stephen King fan, the man is the best.

What one piece of advice would you give anyone starting out on their writing career

Get Stephen King’s  ON WRITING,  it is the best how to you will ever read. Never trust anyone on line who has never even written a book, and sets themselves up as an expert. When sending something off to a publisher, check that they actually publish your sort of work. The writers and artists year book is a great source of information for this sort of thing.

You’re planning to get away from it all to a deserted island.  What four things would you take with you?

Stephen King’s, The Stand. My mad hound for company, plenty of Chocolate, especially Kit Kats, and Diet Coke plus plenty of pens and paper.

TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT SHEILA AND HER BOOKS. CLICK THE LINK BELOW FOR HER WEBSITE

www.sheilaquigley.com

 

SHEILA’S BOOK LINKS:

 

THE SOUND OF SILENCE: http://amzn.com/B0168PSX8G

LADY IN RED: http://amzn.com/B00JQ652JS

ROAD TO HELL: http://amzn.com/B008EKTDWE

 

HOLY ISLAND TRILOGY

 BOOK 1: THORN IN MY SIDE: http://amzn.com/B00557TKJ0

                              BOOK 2: NOWHERE MAN: http://amzn.com/B00AG6YFLI

                              BOOK 3:THE FINAL COUNTDOWN: http://amzn.com/B00B0WJ7V0

 

 

Good morning Mary and welcome. Can I begin the interview by asking you a little
about yourself?

Good morning and thank you very much for inviting me to take part in the Tuesday Talk Interview.
At the moment I live on the Isle of Wight with my husband and slightly manic cocker spaniel called Pepper. We have two children who have been to university and are both at the point of making the next choices in their lives. It is a beautiful island and I am fortunate to be able to take our dog each day to the beach or woods or up on the Downs (maybe not so magical in the rain!)
I grew up in Wales and set much of my writing there, even though it is many years since I lived there. Before writing full time I taught deaf children in Croydon, Hastings and here on ‘the island’.

Have you always wanted to be a writer? How did your journey begin?

I came to writing a lot later than many writers. My creative outlet was always music. My real journey to becoming a writer began at a creative writing class. Initially I was very nervous and worried about what people would think about what I was writing. . It was when I started to have the courage to write what was in my heart that writing really took off for me. Once I discovered what I wanted to write about I was hungry to learn the skills and disciplines needed to write a novel. Advice such as reading widely, writing daily, with encouragement and feedback form more experienced writers has been invaluable. I read a wonderful book called ‘Bird by Bird’ by Ann Lamott on writing. She talks about the importance of truth in writing and has a wonderful chapter entitled ‘shitty first drafts’ which I just love.

You’ve written a full length novel ‘Free to be Tegan’ and a short story compilation,
‘Catching the Light’. What are your plans for your next book?

I am working really hard on my second full length novel. This is set on the Gower Peninsula in Wales and in particular the incredibly stunning bay at Rhossili. It is a wonderful setting and it is here a complicated and intriguing family saga unravels.

Which authors have inspired you and why?

Joanna Trollope was one of the first authors to inspire me. She has wonderful characters who drive the story. A Particular favourite of mine is Anna in the “Rector’sWife.”
I recently re-read “Rebecca” by Daphne Du Maurier and was so excited and inspired by her extraordinary use of language to create atmosphere and character.
I love the novels of Victoria Hislop . She works incredibly hard at research which I enjoy as I love to learn new things when I am reading. She has a wonderful gift of weaving this into her stories so that it never feels like it’s ‘cut and pasted’ in but an integral part of the story.
Finally I have to mention Agatha Christie. I re-read her books for good plots and for comfort. She is not afraid to help her reader, recapping and reminding you of things .

If you weren’t a writer is there any other career that would appeal to you?

That is hard. I did lots of interesting work before becoming a writer; teaching ; nursing; and office work. I feel so fortunate to be able to do what I am doing now.
I think if I had to change career I would want to work with books maybe in a library or a bookshop.

Where is the one place you would most like to travel to?

I would love to visit the Galápagos Islands, but am not sure if they are being visited by too many people now. I’d also love to visit the Alhambra Palace in Spain after reading about it in Philippa Gregory’s book about Catherine of Aragon, “The Constant Princess “.

 And lastly, you can select five celebrities as guests for dinner. Who would they be
and why would you invite them?

Actress Amy Poehler She is a fantastic comedian and not ashamed to call herself a feminist. She is inspirational for younger girls without being over earnest or condescending. She seems to me to be a thoroughly good kind of person and I would love to talk about her work and her experiences.

Writer Jill Mansell I heard her speak at the Isle of Wight Literary Festival. She was wonderfully honest, funny, in touch, and full of practical advice for writers.

Actress Brenda Blethyn I think she is a remarkable actress who worked for twenty years before achieving success and recognition. I find her inspirational and also very down to earth and funny.

Writer J.K.Rowling I would love to ask her about her early years, about what kept her going and how she copes with the fame she now I think reluctantly experiences. These are two of my favourite quotes by her that i would love to talk about.
“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default”
“We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.”

Musician Evelyn Glennie, a Scottish virtuoso deaf percussionist; she has had a remarkable career. She has fought a battle for deaf people in a hearing world and has had the courage to change and adapt her views. I would love to talk to her about her career, perception of music and also about her recent decision to learn to sign.

MORE ABOUT MARY

Author Bio

I was born in Cardiff and have retained a deep love for my Welsh roots. I worked as a nursery teacher in London and later taught Deaf children in Croydon and Hastings.
I now live on the beautiful Isle of Wight with my husband, where I walk my cocker spaniel Pepper and write. I have two grown up children.
‘Free to Be Tegan’ was my debut novel. It is to be the first of a series of novels set in Wales. The second will be set on the spectacular Gower Peninsula. I have also published a short book of short stories ‘Catching the Light’.
Do send feedback to me at marygrand90@yahoo.co.uk

Books and Links

Free to be Tegan

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Catching the Light

myBook.to/CatchingtheLight

also available on Smashwords, , Barnes and Noble, Ipad and Kobo.

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Good morning Sue and welcome. Can I start, as always, by asking you a little about yourself?

Good morning, Jo and thank you for inviting me onto your blog. I always enjoy reading the Tuesday Talk Interviews so feel very honoured to be here.

So, about me … I’m married with four children and live in West Sussex. I write mystery, suspense and romance and am published by HarperImpulse, HarperCollins. I started off as an Indie author before signing with my publishers, although I still self-publish my novellas.

I’m part of the on-line writing group The Romaniacs (www.theromaniacs.co.uk) where I blog regularly and am also a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.

Have you always wanted to be a writer? How did your journey begin?

I’ve always had a love for books, as a child I was a real bookworm so I suppose it was a natural progression to want to write stories of my own. Throughout my childhood and early twenties, I started many a novel which never reached further than a few chapters. However, when I had my youngest daughter, I decided if I didn’t try then, I never would succeed in writing ‘The End’.

My aim was just to complete a whole novel. During the process I discovered the Romantic Novelists’ Association and their wonderful New Writers’ Scheme. I was very lucky to get a place and this fuelled me to finish the novel. The first draft was truly awful but the following year the next version received really positive comments and a second read. This inspired me to self-publish ‘United States of Love’ and a year after that, I submitted it to HarperImpulse who offered me a three book deal.

Your first book ‘United States of Love’ was a contemporary romance. You now write romance, mystery and suspense. What made you decide to widen the genre?

I’ve always enjoyed reading thrillers and mystery books. My first love was Enid Blyton’s ‘The Mystery of …’ series. Likewise, I’ve enjoyed reading contemporary romances, Jilly Cooper and Sue Moorcroft being amongst my favourites. After ‘United States of Love’ was published, I really wanted to merge my two loves together and from that my writing has developed into a more romantic suspense style. I thoroughly enjoy blending the romance and relationship side of things with the mystery and suspense.

Are you a plotter or a punster?

Plotter. As my writing has evolved and brought more and more mystery and suspense into it, my books have been very much plot driven. With lots of twists and turns, red herrings and surprises, I really do need to plot heavily otherwise I would end up writing myself into a complete muddle.

Who are your favourite authors and why?

The list is endless but my go-to authors, where I wouldn’t need to read the blurb to buy would be Jilly Cooper, Sue Moorcroft, Liane Moriarty and Emily Barr.

Jilly Cooper and Sue Moorcroft because I always fall in love with their heroes. Even if their heroes aren’t particularly conventional, they always come good in the end. Liane Moriarty and Emily Barr because there is mystery and suspense in their novels. Liane Moriarty makes great social observations and there is often a touch of humour in her writing too.

Chris Kuzneski, Dan Brown, James Paterson and I’ve recently discovered Rachel Amphlett. I like these because of the conspiracy theories, the mystery, the thrill and the great adventure you have as a reader with each book.

You spend some of your time in France. Is there a particular area you love? Where do you stay when you are there?

We’ve spent many years holidaying in France and bought our own cottage thirteen years ago in Southern Brittany. It’s in a tiny commune where the road is busiest when the cows go down to the lane. My husband is in the building trade and has been renovating it over the years. It’s a great spot as it’s relatively easy to get to from the UK and yet provides a great gateway to explore the western side of France.

You’re organising a dinner party and can invite four historical figures. Who would you choose and why?

Oh, gosh, who would I invite?

Emily Pankhurst – to find out what drove her to fight so hard for women to get the vote? Did she really believe it would happen? What would she think to women’s position in society today?

Jackie Onassis – an icon who always appeared so in control and gracious. What was it really like being married to JFK? What was Jackie O really like behind the public mask?

Violette Szabo – A Special Operative Executive agent during the second world war who was executed by the Germans and received the George Cross posthumously. Her story was retold in the film Carve Her Name With Pride. I would love to know what drove her to carry out this line of work? Did she feel it was worth it? Did she think she made a difference?

Jane Austen – How could I not invite someone who wrote such enduring romantic novels?

 

MORE ABOUT SUE

 

Published by Harper Collins’ imprint Harper Impulse, Sue Fortin writes romance, mystery and suspense.

Her originally self-published debut novel was awarded the INDIE Brag Medallion and later when published by HarperImpulse was short-listed for the Joan Hessayon Award (2014). Sue was also short-listed for the Festival of Romance, New Talent Award (2013). Her second novel, Closing In, reached number one in the Romantic Suspense Kobo chart at the end of 2014. Sue blogs regularly with the on-line writing group The Romaniacs (www.theromaniacs.co.uk).

Lover of cake, Dragonflies and France. Hater of calories, maths and snakes. Sue was born in Hertfordshire but had a nomadic childhood, moving often with her family, before eventually settling in West Sussex.

Sue is married with four children, all of whom patiently give her time to write but, when not behind the keyboard, she likes to spend her time with them, enjoying both the coast and the South Downs, between which they are nestled.

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Good morning Elaine and welcome.Can I begin by asking you a little about yourself?

Hi, Jo, and thanks for the opportunity. I’m a forty-something wife and mother who has a passion for baking, and playing with words. I was born in Yorkshire but re-located to the North East nearly eight years ago. I’m a prolific reader and soaker-upper of useless bits of information.

When did you first decide you wanted to be a writer and how did you begin that journey?

Being an author was something I’ve wanted to do since I was 15, but at the time, it wasn’t a profession or a ‘job’ as far as other people were concerned. I’d been secretly writing stories with a couple of friends for a few years, but after being told to forget about it and get a job, that’s what I did. I packed all my scribbles away when I left school and got on with life.

In 2004, my husband and I adopted two children, and I decided to write a short book about our experience. Out of the 25 agents/publishers I approached, 13 rejected me and 12 never got back to me. Then, in 2012, I decided to self-publish the book on Amazon’s Kindle platform and it started to sell. That’s when the writing bug bit me again but this time, it refused to let go and an idea I’d first had when I was a teenager, came barging back into my mind and set up camp until I began to write it down.

What was the inspiration behind The Ties That Bind

I love reading and I read a wide variety of things. I do have favourites and there are books I’ll happily read more than once or twice, but I couldn’t find a book out there that was the exact story I wanted to read. Then, I read a couple of books that had made the headlines, and I realised what was – from my point of view – missing, the way one of the characters felt, it was all one-sided.
So I wrote the story which had been in my head all that time, but I wrote it from both sides, I gave both my main characters a voice, which at the time of writing, I had no idea if it would work or not.
But it did work, and knowing a few other people have enjoyed it as much as I have, is an added bonus.

Can you tell us something about your current WIP?

Hmm.
The recently completed Ties That Harm, is the sequel to Ties That Bind and follows Alexandra and Gabriel through the next chapter of their lives, along with the impact of the actions of a few other characters. The book is currently with the editors, but I’m hoping to release it during the summer months. I’m now working on a little idea for something quite different, and I’m seriously considering writing a cookery/recipe book.

Who are your favourite authors and why?

Sue Townsend, she wrote some seriously funny books. I’ve been reading the Adrian Mole Diaries since I was a kid, but my favourite of hers has to be, The Queen And I.
Dan Brown, I love stories of intrigue which also have a smidgen of real life mystery.
Ben Schott’s Almanac is a fabulous book of lists. If you want to know a complete list of Beatles number one records – and the dates they hit the top spot – or a list of the levels of Hell as written in the Divine Comedy, or the fielding positions of cricket … you’ll find them all, and more, in Ben’s book.
E L James and DM Miller both write romance but from completely different angles, and I love the feel-good books of Sophie Kinsella. For something filled with monsters, murderers and cataclysmic events, you can’t beat R J Smith, and underneath the blood sucking and wooden stakes, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, is a beautiful love story.
I also have a ‘to be read’ pile at least four foot high, (not including the Kindle list!) and I just know I’m going to find some new favourites in there too, such as Riley J Froud, Maria Gibbs, and Jo Rodrick.
And I can’t leave out H G Wells, just for his unbelievable imagination and the fact that the line, ‘Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us.’ sends a shiver down my spine every time I read it.

What destination is top of your bucket list?

Just destinations? (spoil sport! 😀 )
Lyrics from a song by The Script appear in Ties That Bind, as too does a lovely piece of music by composer, James Oldrini. I’d love to be able to get Danny, Mark, and Glen, (James has already agreed) to sign a few copies of my book so that I can donate them to charities so they can auction them to raise funds.
Destination wise, New York, city and state, and Naples in Italy are firmly on my bucket list so that I can research these places in the flesh, rather than through Google Street View. And a mention on Steve and Karen’s Metro Radio Breakfast Show would be nice.

You’re about to take a sabbatical on a desert island for a whole year. What four thing would be ‘must-haves’ and why?

That is a question and a half! The Mom in me wants to say Hubs, Kids and the cat … the author in me wants to say laptop, mobile phone, internet connection and lifetime supply of chocolate.
So my four things would be:
i. Solar powered laptop with internet connection.
ii. Small, creepie-crawlie proof shelter.
iii. Glasses and sun hat.
iv. Monthly visit from the hubs, kids, and cat, carrying a suitcase of chocolate …

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TIES THAT BIND

Synopsis 

Alexandra Dinapoli has everything she could ever wish for, except what she really wants.
Leaving her family behind, she heads for New York City and starts on a journey to make her own way in the world.
Whilst there, she bumps into Gabriel Harland, an enigmatic Chief Assistant District Attorney, with whom she begins a love affair that is cruelly cut short when someone from her past surfaces in Gabriel’s life.
Will their relationship be worth fighting for or will the truth tear them apart?
Join Alexandra on her journey as she discovers the tenderness of new love, the sorrow of losing someone close, the pulse racing suspense of running from the past, the anger of not being in control, and the admission that some sacrifices have to be made for the sake of others.

 

Snippet from Ties That Bind:
Prologue
Fourteen Years Ago
Alexandra…

“Get. Off. Me. Sal!” I shout as loud as I can.
Sal is sat on the backs of my legs and he’s holding my arms behind my back with only one of his hands.
He’s older than I am; he’s just a year off being an adult and is already stocky and strong. He has me pinned down in the long grass at the bottom of the garden while my four year old younger brother Dante watches, with fear in his eyes.
I struggle like hell against Sal’s grip and I manage to kick my leg back, my heel hitting Sal’s spine. I know I’ve hurt him because he pushes back down on my legs. Crap.
Sal slaps the side of my head from behind me. I don’t see it coming and I wince. He knows how not to leave a mark.
“Leave my sister alone!” Dante shouts, starting to cry.
“Shut it, shrimp, or you’re next.”
Dante stops crying, Sal punches me in the ribs, hard and I gasp for air.
I can hear Mamma calling us for dinner and without another word Sal gets off me, stands up and strides away, heading back towards the house.
“I’m telling Mamma,” I manage to call after him, rolling over onto my back and folding one arm around my ribs, the other around my head.
“I don’t think so,” he calls back.
He knows I won’t tell, the last time I told I ended up with a broken arm after he snapped the brake cable on my bike. At 13 I’ve learnt to keep quiet.
Dante sinks to his knees besides me and rubs at my head with his stubby fingers.
“Sorry.”
“S’not your fault,” I say, taking my baby brother in my arms and hugging him protectively.
Dante is not like Sal, he’s not like me either. He’s gentle, caring, kind, the sort of child who has to have a full funeral ceremony when he finds a dead baby bird in the garden.
I know that he would never be able to stand up to Sal, so I do it for him; I take the thrashings from Sal that would otherwise leave Dante with more than an aching head and tender ribs.
Dante pushes out of my arms and gets up. He turns on his heel and runs out from the long grass, across the lawn and towards the house.
“Sal, Sal, wait for me…”
I turn and watch them over my shoulder. As Dante reaches level with my brother, Sal stretches out and pushes him to the ground, a little harder than playfully. Dante gets up, laughing and follows my elder brother into the house.
I turn around and wrap my arms around my knees, finally surrendering to my tears, tears for me, tears for Dante. When will he ever learn?

 

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Along with my love of the coast comes a sister affection for all things boat. As living next to the sea is never going to happen for me I always make sure I have at least one holiday a year where there’s water. That way at least I can indulge myself in a favourite environment.

Today I’m sharing some of  my photos taken on those holidays…

 

TAKEN IN THE UK

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