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Q&A with Laura Boon
1. What was the inspiration for your novel?
I wanted to set my story in a place that was inspiring and a little exotic so that the characters had to consciously consider their environment. Being “out of place” heightens one’s awareness and raises the stakes on any difficulties. I had previously visited the Chamonix-Le Tour valley in the French Alps and thought what a wonderful setting it was for a romance. Beautiful but challenging, especially for an English-speaking person.
2. When did you take up writing?
I first started writing at university. I had written essays at school but always thought of them as assignments rather than writing. Taking a course in creative writing at university dared me to think that I could be a storyteller rather than just read the stories of others.
3. How important is setting/place in your writing?
Setting is very important to me. The space we occupy affects our behaviour, from our home outwards. Place can be safe or dangerous, from both a physical and an emotional perspective. Until I understand the environment my characters inhabit, I can’t predict how they will behave. Is walking down the street a ho-hum experience, so familiar they don’t even notice the shops or is every shop window an inspiration and a curiosity? Likewise, how do they fare in nature? Do they love the challenge of the environment or are they always on the lookout for spiders and wondering how soon they can turn around and head home?
4. Do you have a favourite character (s) in your current novel?
I have a soft spot for my heroine Hailey Gordon. She’s always trying to do everything right and is flummoxed when life refuses to play along and follow her rules.
5. What’s the best piece of writing advice you were ever given?
“Bum glue.” If your butt isn’t in the seat, you won’t produce any words.
6. Do you have a schedule for writing?
I don’t have a schedule although now that I am not working full-time, I am hoping to write more regularly. I am easily distracted – by the dishes, my dog, Facebook; you name it, I can be distracted by it. I aim for a particular word count per day, but it doesn’t matter when I do it, except of course if I leave it too late because then it doesn’t happen.
7. Are you a plotter or someone who tends to wing it?
I would love to be a plotter. Plotting makes sense. Unfortunately, my characters are very uncooperative and have their own ideas. I start with a rough outline of the key action points in each chapter. By the time I finish the novel, this outline has been rewritten four or five times.
8. Can you name three or four of your current favourite books?
Only four? I’ll try. Lionheart by Thea Harrison (it is book three in a fantasy romance trilogy set between the contemporary world and other worlds people by magical beings and Arthurian legends. Rough and Tumble by Rhenna Morgan. This is book one in her six book Men of Haven series. It’s been my go-to comfort read since it came out. The others are fabulous as well. I just reread the whole series and I’m waiting (very impatiently) for book six. The Pursuit Of by Courtney Milan, a beautiful, sensitive, same-sex novella that is the origin story in her Worth Saga series. The Laird’s Wilful Lass by Anna Campbell, her first full-length novel in some time. It’s set in Scotland. There are kilts and accents and high-handed men who need to be taken down a peg or two.
9. Can you tell me a little bit about what you are working on now?
I have two projects on the go, Lion Dancing for Love, which is part of the Deerbourne Inn series from The Wild Rose Press and book two in Romancing the Alps, currently title-less.
10. What advice would you give to a fledgling writer to assist them on their journey?
Join a writing group or association, keep learning by taking as many courses as you can, and keep reading. Reading is the best education of all.
Laura Boon stole her first romance from her father’s bookshelves as a teenager, The Flame and the Flower by Kathleen Woodiwiss, and was immediately captivated. After holding a variety of positions in publishing, from bookseller to sales rep and publicist, she eventually found the courage to write her own stories. She was born in Zambia, grew up in South Africa, and went to university in America. She now lives in Australia with her husband and their Pekingese Beau. When she is not reading or writing, she enjoys sleuthing for artisan chocolate and beautiful stationery, watching tennis, and walking alongside Sydney’s beautiful harbour. You can find her at:
Website and blog: https://lauraboon.com
Blurb and excerpt
When danger threatens a bona fide city girl, an adventurer is her only hope of rescue
Mountain climber Matt Hanley is a former investment manager whose lean body and rugged good looks epitomize an outdoor adrenaline junky. When his business partner in their country hotel is injured, he needs an efficient replacement in a hurry.
Hailey Gordon lives a chic city life free of adventures and daredevils. She craves stability and security but loses her job and boyfriend on the same day. A holiday job in France is the perfect escape from her troubles.
Sparks ignite when Matt and Hailey meet, but she resolves to ignore the flame flickering between them. Aside from the fact Matt is her boss, she is convinced he is not her type. Matt is determined to teach Hailey to look beyond appearances. He needs to show her how good they are together, even if he must risk life and limb to do so.
Extract from The Millionaire Mountain Climber
Hailey drank in the landscape, noticing the clarity of the late afternoon sky and the way the snow-capped peaks glistened despite the fading light.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” said Matt. “Trending down the valley, you have the villages of Argentiere and Les Praz and the town of Chamonix. Behind Chamonix you can see the Grand Mama of all the peaks, Mont Blanc.”
“Yes, the pens––and the chocolates.” She shook her head. What hubris to name a pen after the magnificent towering peak, but what marketing genius.
Matt grinned. “Ah, you know the chocolates, do you? We’ll have to buy you some.”
“From the lips to the hips,” she murmured, “and I am sure they don’t do the mountain justice.”
“Come on, let’s get you inside before your face turns blue, and I earn a reprimand from Genie for chatting up scantily-clad women in sub-zero temperatures.”
“Really? You were chatting me up? I’m flattered.”
The smile turned wicked. “You’re welcome.” As he bent to pick up her suitcase, he dropped his head next to hers and murmured into her ear in a low, deep voice, sending shivers down her spine. “For the record, Hailey, your curves are perfect. A little chocolate won’t do them any harm.”
She blushed, and the fire of his words flickered all the way through her belly. When was the last time her ex had paid her a compliment? An appalling thought crossed her mind; she, the High Priestess of Order and Long-Term Planning, was ripe for the picking and contemplating a holiday romance.
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Today's guest blogger is author Engy Albasel Neville and her blog post is written from the perspective of the protagonist of A Leap in Time, Lexi Carter.
Past Life, Present Connections by Lexi Carter, A Leap In Time.
Growing up, I always gravitated towards ancient cities and places that have been forgotten with time. The stories of the people, remembered only in the pages of history pages tugged at me in a way that I couldn’t explain. Even to the people closest to me.
In high school and college, I studied Latin and in my early twenties, I found myself in antique stores for fun. I know … it sounds strange for a twenty something year old to love antique stores as much as I did. But I did.
One day, I stumbled upon an antique painting that changed my life forever. Even though I had never laid eyes on the painting before that day, I felt a deep connection to the landscape of the ancient city portrayed in it. This will sound weird but I felt like I had been there before. Have you ever felt that way about a place you’ve never been to? I couldn’t put my finger on why I loved the painting so much. All I knew was that I needed to have it.
To my shock, I discovered the painting was enchanted, as in a time portal to another world … ancient Pompeii to be exact. Can you believe it? I couldn’t until I blinked and found myself there, actually there in Pompeii.
So much has happened since my first accidental trip there but I wouldn’t spoil the story for you. You can read more about my journey to ancient Pompeii and the incredible man that stole my heart in A Leap In Time. I hope you enjoy the adventure as much as I did.
About the author
I'm Engy. I'm a mom, a wife, an amateur chef, yogini, bookworm, a nature lover and a hopeless romantic.
Prior to writing full time, I worked in the entertainment industry and later in brand consulting. Some of the interesting personalities I met along the way have inspired the characters in my books. I currently reside on Long Island, New York with my husband, two toddlers and dog.
Book Blurb for A Leap in Time
The morning after hanging an antique painting, Lexi Carter notices strange noises in her living room. Scared beyond words, she confronts the sounds only to discover that the landscape itself has come alive. Did Roman soldiers on horseback just gallop across the thing?
She impulsively touches the painting and is sucked into the world of ancient Pompeii. Lexi meets Marcus, a Roman Adonis, who occupies her every thought, and sends her senses into a tailspin.
The year is 59AD and Pompeii is at its peak of glory and prosperity. Lexi is faced with the decision of choosing between two worlds, her modern day Los Angeles or ancient Pompeii...with the man who captured her heart and soul.
Where to find Engy:
Goodreads (Author Page): www.goodreads.com/EngyAlbaselNeville Goodreads (Book Page): www.goodreads.com/book/show/23453246-a-leap- in-time
Amazon (Author Page): www.amazon.com/Engy-Albasel- Neville/e/B00P64IB2O
BUY A LEAP IN TIME (Paperback & eBook):
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So this week should be an exciting one here on the blog because I hope to be able to reveal the cover for Alphabet Dating at long last. I'm really hoping you're going to like it.
I'm also going to run the blurb and an excerpt so you'll know loads more about the book by the end of the week.
I can tell you that while Serena the main character is Australian the novel is set mainly in and around New York City.
Much more to follow in the coming days....
1. Do you prefer sweet or savoury foods (i.e.
cheese or chocolate)?
Too difficult to choose. I have a sweet tooth, but if you told me I could never eat cheese again, I would be in floods of tears. One of the things I am missing because of being pregnant is being able to eat Dolcelatte, Cambazola (my favourite) and generally blue cheeses, which I love.
2. Red wine or white? (Wine obviously) - like both, but in recent years have developed a taste particularly for Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand. I can’t see past it!
3. Do you have a favourite food memory? - Not really just one. I have a least-favourite - which is my foolishly telling my mum I liked Findus Crispy Pancakes and her basically giving them every other meal for 2 years, despite my protests!
I suppose eating pumpkin ravioli in this amazing restaurant in Verona, chosen by my distributor (I worked for Digital Equipment back then) is very high up the list, as is eating farinata, a precursor to pizza, in Turin are a few of the best ones. My best food memories I suppose are mainly linked to Italian food in Italy!
4. Does food feature in your novel(s)?
Oh yes! In Sign of the Times, the novel starts in Italy and I have had many reviews saying the reader loved the description of the food, it was mouth-watering and they were starving after reading it! The Dating Game, by its very nature, sees Gill go on a series of dates, many involving fine dining restaurants. Plus she jets off to Barcelona with her friends, so tapas is covered as well a Catalan food in quite a lot of detail. In, fact, in my new
novel, What If, it’s the first time there won’t be so much food detail.
5. What recipe are you sharing with us and why?
Chorizo and butifarra negra in a spicy tomato sauce. Rarely do I find that tapas restaurants in the UK equal or are even close to those in Spain, but one of my favourite tapas restaurants, a small chain, does the most amazing version of this. It’s hearty and ideal for a winter’s day. Butifarra negra is the Spanish equivalent of the Scottish black pudding. Not a good idea to have to many of these, as it’s tantamount to a heart attack on a plate, but every so often!
Chorizo and butifarra negra in a spicy tomato sauce
100g black pudding (doesn’t really matter whether sliced or not, but probably the non-sliced one works better for this)
100g good chorizo ( you can buy cheap stuff, but it will taste cheap, nasty and grizzly - pay the extra!)
tin of tomatoes (chopped or sliced, or even a passata carton)
1/2-1 red chilli depending on how hot you like it. Don’t slice it, just put it in, as you will be removing it at the
Mince the black pudding and chorizo up by chopping really finely or passing through a mincer (should you have one - I don’t!) Then fry it in a little olive oil until cooked through. Shouldn’t take long as minced.
In a separate pan prepare the tomato and chilli- pour your tomatoes in, cutting up any large pieces, add the chilli, bring to the boil and then simmer for around 25 minutes.
Add the chorizo and black pudding to the sauce and heat through for a further five mnutes.
Remove the intact chilli.
Serve with good crusty bread and enjoy
NB: if you leave any of this, there is something seriously wrong with you (unless of course you know in advance you don’t like black pudding!)
The Dating Game
Workaholic recruitment consultant, Gill McFadden, is sick of her friends trying to match-make for her. Up until now her love life has been a disaster and she’s going through a drier spell than the Sahara desert.
She realises she has to act, as work keeps piling up and at this rate she will have retired before she has time for a relationship.
Seeing an ad on a bus one day, she decides to visit Happy Ever After dating agency. She quickly discovers men are like buses. They all come along at once. Unsure what her type is, Gill decides to keep her options open. Soon she has problems juggling her social life as well as her work diary. Will she ever strike the right balance?
Before long she is experiencing laughs, lust and… could it be love? But like everything in Gill’s life, nothing is straightforward and she ends up wondering exactly who she can trust.
As they headed back towards the car park, he kissed behind Gill’s ear and said, ‘We don’t have to go back, you know.’
Gill stared at him. Being outside had made the alcohol she had drunk treble in effect. Her head was starting to spin, whether from the booze or the company, she couldn’t quite make up her mind.
‘How do you mean?’
‘I booked a suite, just in case you wanted to stay.’
‘You what?’ Gill tried for indignant, but it didn’t quite come out that way, as she was privately a little impressed.
‘No pressure. I just took the precaution in case we were having so nice a time, we didn’t want to drive back tonight.
What do you think?’
What did she think? She wasn’t sure - although a lie down sounded like a great idea at the moment.
She really shouldn’t have drunk so much wine.
You can find Susan and her books at the following places:
Twitter - @susan_buchanan
- The Dating Game Amazon UK
- The Dating Game Amazon US and other .com sites
Amazon author page
Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4216164.Susan_Buchanan
1. Do you prefer sweet or savoury foods (ie cheese or
I'm going to have to savory for the most part, with the occasional sweet tossed in.
2. Red or white? (wine obviously)
Sort of in love with both, but it really depends on the time of year (I'm more about the red in the wintertime) and what I'm eating...or if I'm eating. Because if I'm meeting a friend out for a glass of wine, white for sure. Sancerre at the top of the list, Chardonnay as a last resort.
3. Do you have a favourite food memory?
How Proustian! I do tend to connect food with pleasure a lot so this was tough. Probably at the top of my list was on my honeymoon. My husband and I went to the Caribbean and one of the stops was St. Barts. If you know anything about St. Barts, you know you're not getting a cheeseburger in paradise" for less than 40 bucks a pop, so we decided to splurge on something special instead. We had lunch at a small cafe right on the dock. A crisp bottle of Sancerre (naturally!), a yummy green salad, and a small platter of grilled sardines, which, from that part of the world, are just to die for. That silly, decadent "snack" of a meal cost us over 200 euro, but we've never regretted it!
4. Does food feature in your novel(s)?
In the excerpt I'm sharing, a luscious food brings back a wonderful memory. I haven't done as much of this
incorporating food with fiction as I'd like, which is odd because I'm a real foodie. And others have done it so well, especially Eileen Goudge. Maybe for the next book!
5. What recipe are you sharing with us and why?
I have never made a chocolate mousse as exquisite as the one Jack whips up for Mina (in my excerpt), but I have made a fair amount of crème brûlée. As it's still French, I think the Dark Chocolate Crème Brûlée I'm sharing with you here is good substitute! You don't need a torch to make crème brûlée but I have to say, it's much more fun with a torch. This one (from Epicurious.com) just calls for broiler in your oven but it's still fun to make--and much more fun to eat. Especially for romantic dinners. Enjoy! :-)
Dark Chocolate Crème Brûlée
Makes 8 servings
2 cups whipping cream
2 cups half and half
8 ounces semisweet chocolate, finely chopped
8 large egg yolks
1/3 cup plus 8 tablespoons sugar
Preheat oven to 300°F.
Bring cream and half and half to boil in heavy large saucepan. Reduce heat to low. Add chocolate and whisk until melted
and smooth. Remove from heat.
Whisk yolks and 1/3 cup sugar in large bowl to blend. Gradually whisk in hot chocolate mixture. Strain. Divide custard
among eight 3/4-cup custard cups.
Place cups in large baking pan. Add enough hot water to pan to come halfway up sides of cups. Bake until custards
are set, about 50 minutes. Remove from water; chill 2 hours. Cover and refrigerate overnight.
Sprinkle each custard with 1 tablespoon sugar. Broil until sugar turns golden, watching closely to avoid burning, about
Refrigerate until custards are set, 1 to 2 hours.
(From www.epicurious.com, first printed in Bon Appétit March 1996)
Excerpt From The Girl, the Gold Tooth & Everything
by Francine LaSala
“Come on, take another bite,” he urged.
She squished the chocolate around in her mouth as more images started popping up for her. “We were sitting in a cafe. A cafe on the river. A man was...juggling?”
“And then, another man, he drew our picture?”
Jack now had tears in his eyes. “Hang on, I’ll be right back,” he
said, and he jumped up from the table and headed for the basement. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. “Keep eating!”
Mina took the spoon in her hand and stirred the smooth mousse around on her plate. The cafe. The river. The juggler. The painter. All as real for her as the mousse in her bowl. All a part of her, now coming back.
Jack raced back into the kitchen, a package under his arm. “What about the painting? Anything coming back to you about that?”
“It’s not a painting, is it? A caricature. Yes, that’s right.”
She closed her eyes. She smiled. “We’re wearing formal wear, hanging from the Eiffel Tower like King Kong and Fay Wray... A tuxedo on you. A wedding gown on me. My hair pulled up in bun. A beaded bodice...”
Jack produced the package, carefully wrapped in brown paper, and tore it open for her. “Is this what you see? Is this what you remember?”
The drawing was exactly as she had remembered it, in all its comic absurdity. “He made me King Kong,” she pouted.
“You were a little curt with him. I think he was getting back at you.”
“Ah,”she said, and she stared at the drawing, the first stirrings of her memory finally returning. She noticed a necklace drawn around her throat and pulled the image toward her to take a closer look.
“What is it?” Jack asked, and Mina absently clutched at her throat.
“A pendant,” she said. “A dragonfly?” Jack looked panicked and tried to snatch the drawing back, but she held on to it too tightly. “My necklace?” she asked, the fingers of her other hand at her throat as if the pendant was something she always wore and had suddenly lost without realizing until now. “What happened to my necklace?”
Jack was silent. He looked away.
“Sweetie, I’m sorry. I can’t tell you that.”
“But the dragonfly. It means something. Something important, I’m sure. The other day, in the park. In my notebook. I started sketching a dragonfly. It means something to me.”
“Forget Dr. Barsheed. I need to know. Jack, please. I need to know why.”
Jack took her face in his hands and kissed her gently. “You’ll figure it out. I know you will. But not now,” he said, and he kissed her again. “Try and stay focused on Paris, on what you remember.”
Mina sighed. “Our honeymoon. The hotel. La Villa Maillot. The room key with the red tassel. The odd golden wallpaper in the room. The tiny bed...”
Jack pulled her close and kissed her more passionately now. “Yes, the bed. Let’s hear more about the bed,” he whispered, his hot breath on her neck seeming to melt her clothes away.
“We spent a lot of time in that bed, didn’t we?” she said, and she pulled him in to a deep sensuous kiss. “We didn’t see much of the city at all, did we?” she said, and then gasped as he ran his lips across her ear, the edge of her chin, the side of her neck.
“We’re not going to make it to the bed,” he said, and he lifted her off her chair and carried her into the living room, where he lay her gently on the floor. She looked up at him as he kneeled over her, unbuttoning his shirt, then helping her out of hers and her bra.
He lay down next to her, running his fingertips up and down her exposed torso, gliding across her breasts, gently grazing her nipples. “Oh Mina, you’re so beautiful. Do you know that? Look at this body of yours. Look how amazing you are.”
He rolled on top of her, kissing her with equal parts tenderness and passion. Hungrily, he peeled off the rest of her clothes and his and she nearly exploded when he entered her. The whole time he lay nearly flat on top of
her, their faces, their mouths, never apart. When they finished, Jack brushed the tip of her nose with his soft lips and collapsed next to her.
“I miss you, Mina. I just love you so much.”
They lay on the floor, fully entwined, for what could have been minutes or hours more, the warmth of their bodies and their deep affection negating the need for cover of any kind.
“Let’s finish the wine,” Jack said, and jumped up to retrieve the bottle and glasses.
“So are you going to tell me about the mums?” he asked when he returned, a playful lilt in his voice.
“I don’t know why I did that,” she said. “They just made me so angry, all smugly sitting there without my wanting them.”
“Flowers make you angry.”
“Apparently,”she said, and sipped from her glass. “But I think it’s just those. Just the mums. I hate mums, don’t I?”
“Why? Why do I hate them so much.”
“I can’t tell you,” he said, and she rolled her eyes, “I can’t tell you because I really don’t know. Never have. Just one of those things.”
“So,”Jack said, and drained his glass. “You want to finish the job?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, let’s grab our jackets,” he said, and they threw on their coats over their naked bodies.
The next thing Mina knew, they were outside, garden shovels in their hands.
“Mums, listen up! You have irritated my wife by your...smug...?” he looked to her for confirmation and she nodded. “Smug commandeering of our garden. Prepare to die!” He dove like a madman into the flower bed and began uprooting the offensive, oppressive red and orange blooms with his shovel.
Mina began to laugh uncontrollably. “Are you going to make me have all this foul flower blood on my hands alone?” he said, and she kneeled down and joined him, as they dug wildly and laughed raucously.
Within five minutes’ time, the deed had been done. The patch of flowers was restored to a patch of dirt, and Jack and Mina collapsed on the grass in a fit of giggles.
“Fuck you, Witmore,” Jack yelped, holding up his shovel for emphasis. “Fuck you and your fucking mums!”
Mina glanced up and saw Esther’s bedroom curtains rustle shut. For a moment she was embarrassed, but Jack broke that by leaning over and kissing her again. He started to run his hand up and down her body, stopping between her legs, but Mina, knowing Esther was watching, grabbed his hand and held it.
“Inside,” she said,nodding with her eyes to Esther’s window.
Jack shook his head. “That nosy old bag spoils all the fun,” he said.
Mina helped Jack clean up the kitchen and they headed up to their bedroom. They took a shower together to rinse off the guts of the mums and slid into bed.
They made love twice more before drifting off into a deep sleep.
Today it is my birthday. I don't know what to say.
I thought I'd run a quiz and a little give away.
Into the comment box, the questions cut and paste.
Answer them by Monday, you have no time to waste.
And you could win a mug or a paperbcak book
So come and do my little quiz, please do take a look!
Ok cheesy poem over.
Answer the questions below and you could win a mug or a paperback.
Which do you prefer out of the following? There are no right or wrong answers.
1. Mountain or sea?
2. Ocean or lake?
3. Blue eyes or brown?
4. Martini or daiquri?
5. e-book or paperback?
6. Coffee or tea?
7. Chips or cake?
9. Red wine or white?
10. Dinner or dessert?
I'll put my own answers up later.
This week I'm having a virtual blog tour.
Do you know what that is?
It's where an author is featured on a series of blogs or a websites over a period of time.
So where will I be?
Here is the schedule below. Please visit these blogs and leave comments. You can read some more about the background of Mr Right and Other Mongrels. Also you can win copy of the e-books
Schedule of where I'll be.
Jul 30: She Who Blogs Behind the Rows (Guest Post) TODAY!!!
Jul 31: Reading with Holly (Interview)
Aug 1: whoopeeyoo :D (Guest Post/Review)
Aug 2: Sandra's Blog (Guest Post)
Aug 3: (Read, watch, listen) - Disincentive reviews (Guest Post)
Aug 4: Melissa's Eclectic Bookshelf (Guest Post)
Aug 6: LOVE. WITHOUT YOU (Guest Post)
Aug 7: Jersey Girl Book Reviews (Guest Post/Review)
Aug 8: Nothing Better Than a Book (Review)
Aug 8: Queen of All She Reads (Guest Post)
Follow this VBT and enter the tour-wide contest at each participating stop for a chance to win one of three eBook copies of Mr. Right and Other Mongrels. More entries = more chances to win!
You can also stop by Coffee Beans and Love Scenes who arranged the tour to read some book excerpts and enter.
WOW! I really can't believe it is Friday already. This week absolutely flew by.
A huge thank you to the lovely Juliet Madison who featured me on her blog this week as part of Mouthwatering May. Please check out the excerpt from Mr Right and Other Mongrels there if you haven't already. Also please take a look at her terrific blog and some of the wonderful authors she has featured there.
On Wednesday I took my lovely daughter into a writing workshop run in conjunction with the Sydney Writers' Festival. It was a wonderful workshop and she adored it. It was run by the wonderful Deborah Abela who writes terrific books for children. There were a couple of other similar workshops in the series and if you have a primary school aged child I really recommend having a look at next year's program and signing your child up if they love to write.
Meanwhile I am doing the final work on the book getting it ready for e-publication next week. Like any new thing you take on it's both exciting and a little terrifying but that's good. A little bit of fear is a good thing in life. I'm really not one of life's perfectionists (think of me as a big picture girl not details) so this is an exercise in discipline for me. I don't like shoddy work but I just do better in broad brushstrokes.
At a talk last week a couple of authors were talking about how they hated the blank page but loved the editing and fine-tuning process. My friend aPam and I both said "Monique, you are totally the opposite!"
Anyway so far I'm on schedule to have the book ready next week so stay tuned for a final release date!
Today I am being featured on the lovely Juliet Madison's blog.
Juliet is running a series called Mouthwatering May so the piece I chose of course features Allegra and Teddy (my main characters) making dinner.
I hope you like it. Please visit Juliet's site and have a read and also look at some of the other authors whose work she has featured.