Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Lizzie's Secret by Rosie Clarke

Lizzie has a dark secret in her past.  When she was fourteen she was attacked, brutally raped and left for dead, but she has no memory of that terrible night.  For months she was in a sanatorium before she finally recovered enough to begin to relearn her life, but she has never remembered and her uncle will not allow her to be told.

Now she is to marry and on the morning  of her wedding her aunt cruelly tells her the brutal truth.  Lizzie is confused and does not know whether to believe the aunt who has always disliked her - but if she goes through with the wedding and the story is true - what will Harry think of her then?

Lizzie is destined to suffer heartache and pain, but in finding her true talent as a milliner, perhaps she can find a way to happiness.

Lizzie's Secret is on sale in ebook now and the paperbacks will be out later in the year.  At the time of writing this blog Lizzie's Secret is number one in Historical and sagas at amazon.

The sequel Lizzie's War is due out in September.

Friday, 26 February 2016

Guest blog: Jennifer Young

Which of us is perfect? Who among us has never put a foot wrong? The mistakes people make (that almost sounds like a book title) in the past come back to haunt them way, way down the line. Sometimes the know it’ll happen, that there will be a price to pay. Sometimes the past comes rearing up from the darkness just when we least expect it.

As in life, so it so often is in fiction. The classic, of course, is Mr Rochester and the wife in the attic. But you don’t have to look far for a hasty relationship (ended or begun), for a get-rich-quick scheme which seems like a good idea at the time, for that one misjudgement that was meant to put everything right and which instead turned toxic. Maybe it happens in one generation; or maybe the slow poison seeps out further down the line.

I never deliberately set out to write books with that sort of theme and yet, when I look back at all the books I’ve written, be they published, unpublished or unpublishable, the majority of them carry that theme running through them. In Looking For Charlotte Flora’s past decision to give her children all the material comforts they could want at the expense of time leads to her losing them in the present. In No Time Like Now both Tim and Megan made a catastrophic decision years before the book that comes between them as the key driver of the plot. In A Portrait of my Love it isn’t the protagonist, Skye, who makes the wrong decision but her spoiled best friend.

Leona’s mistake, and that made by her mother a generation before, feed the plot in Going Back, the next book i the series (due out in May) and the third, which is definitely a work in progress, hinges on a mistake made in a moment, also years before.

Because I write romance you can reasonably expect that the mistakes made will be redeemed to some extent, or at least reach some kind of resolution. That’s the beauty of fiction, of course. If only real life were so simple…

Monday, 22 February 2016

Guest blog: Hannah Fielding - 'Indiscretion'

Introducing… Hannah Fielding

Hannah Fielding is an incurable romantic. The seeds for her writing career were sown in early childhood, spent in Egypt, when she came to an agreement with her governess Zula: for each fairy story Zula told, Hannah would invent and relate one of her own. Years later – following a degree in French literature, several years of travelling in Europe, falling in love with an Englishman, the arrival of two beautiful children and a career in property development – Hannah decided after so many years of yearning to write that the time was now. Today, she lives the dream: writing full time at her homes in Kent, England, and the South of France, where she dreams up romances overlooking breath-taking views of the Mediterranean.

To date, Hannah has published four passionate, evocative novels: Burning Embers, a ‘romance like Hollywood used to make’, set in Kenya; the award-winning Echoes of Love, ‘an epic love story that is beautifully told’, set in Italy; and books 1 and 2 of the Andalusian Nights trilogy, set in sultry Spain, entitled Indiscretion and Masquerade. She is currently working on her fifth book, Legacy, which will publish this spring.

A glimpse of Indiscretion

‘La Pena de los Enamorados is attached to a local legend about an impossible love affair,’ Salvador said. Alexandra drove her gaze towards him. For an instant, something warred in his eyes as he looked at her; was it longing, regret? The force of his personality struck her like a hurricane, sending her head spinning. She struggled not to betray the effect he had on her, conscious that everyone’s attention was on them both.

He tapped a finger gently on the side of his glass and looked down into its contents as he continued. ‘Lover’s Leap is an enormous crag of limestone that overlooks the town and valley of Antequera. The rock provides the setting for the tragic finale to the lovers’ story. The legend goes that a young Christian man from Antequera and a beautiful Moorish girl from nearby Archidona were driven to the top of the cliff by Moorish soldiers. Rather than renounce their love, they chose to hurl themselves into the abyss. The rock remains a symbol of their eternal love.’ His eyes were on Alexandra again, his features brooding. It felt as though his gaze was scorching her skin and she put a hand to the base of her throat, where she felt her pulse thudding beneath her fingertips.

Salvador paused, taking his time as he lit a cigarette. The air filled with the aromatic smoke, creating a halo around him. At this point, the others began chatting about the bullfight. Under his breath, Salvador went on: ‘A romantic novelist’s dream story, wouldn’t you say?’

‘Yes,’ Alexandra conceded, lifting her chin. ‘There’s nothing more romantic than eternal love.’

‘And nothing more foolish perhaps.’

‘Passion and fidelity are foolish?’ She shot him a fierce look. ‘Being prepared to die for love only makes it more powerful.’

‘It is the stuff of romantic fables. And even there, the obstacles of real life soon show themselves. Those soldiers of misfortune chase most poor unfortunates to ground in the end.’ He drained his glass and set it down abruptly without looking at her. ‘Passion can be an affliction.’