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.
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.
‘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.’
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