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I just sold my first book!

Yeah. I bet that threw y’all. I mean what’s all this yibbing and yabbing about Lady Fury and oh, have I been having y’all on all this time? Chancing it eh? What is that that’s just appeared on Amazon some hours earlier from what should have been…..

Slightly enhanced pic of Janet there. Maybe cos she’s just seen John. So my little post which was to be called Why Genoa? so the next time Mr Shey gets asked that question, he can actually answer it, instead of looking like a total twassock, will just have to wait till next time.

My launch of the Lady Fury postcardes, featuring some nice places visited by Fury and her hubby, some by her hubby….er…alone, some by Fury and Flint too. Cos what I want to do is thank everyone–they know who they are–and also, you for following this blog.

If you are wondering re the last poll results I have to say I actually feel sorry for Flint. Fury has never been more triumphant. But hey if any of you fellahs want to do something about that, help a poor guy out, not only are both quite different polls still in the previous two blog posts, I have also made a little page on Fury’s world in order to continue the polls.

I you are wondering re the title of this post,  Fury was not my first book. His Judas Bride is my first book and after opening my email box last night ten days after subbing it to my fab editor Lauren, I’ve  spent the day going ……

Talk about Make My Day. The icing on the cake for tomorrow’s official, boy will I be partying. release.  A book set in Scotland too…In Glencoe, my fav place on earth–of those I’ve seen at least.  A year ago Fury wasn’t even finished.

So be still your beating hearts Why Genoa? will be next up. For now I got a contract to sign!

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Filed under: Glencoe, writing Tagged: Genoa, Glencoe, The Unraveling of Lady Fury

And the winner is…..

I am sure it will astonish none of you who read my last post to learn.  Voting is still going on, if you want to pop along,  but Malmesbury is the front runner.  Vellagio is trailing well behind, although who knows but it’s ground he might catch up. As for Southey, well, Not a single one of you would choose him. Lady Fury can hardly believe it. So many great minds,  all thinking alike.

 Because as you can see from the above,  she herself is set on His Wrinkleship.

Or rather she is until…. what is it Scotland’s bard the immortal Rabbie ( just about replacing Sir Galahad in the blog-menshie stakes here)  said about the best laid plans of mice and men? Laid being a somewhat accurate word here, what Fury plans to do.

Come on everybody..’They go aft agley.’

Just as this blog does on occasion.

Going further into Fury’s world, she could  bring you here today in a sort of joint partnership with……

  yes. ottomandandy.com/ a brilliant blog dedicated to the search for true elegance – recently featuring a post on Scottish gent Ewen Macgregor. and promising something on Shir Shaun (sorry Dandy but you did say). Yes Fury could bring you in time for Friday’s release, with Ottoman’s help, a selection of elegant gowns

the colour a little bland for her maybe. But don’t I really want to leave you all with the impression that I would indeed abandon her to His Wrinkleship, or that the poll itself was complete?  Malmesbury, Vellagio, Southey? When there is a fourth contender.

Oh c’mon I would not be so cruel. You would think she would be glad to see Flint, given The Contenders. But is she……..hell. Which is why I never put him on the poll, as you might have all picked him and then she would have deplored your shallow tastes.

See Fury has history with him-lucky her-. Seriously, if she was to put him on her list what it would say is that when it came to monsters she had known the very best.  But she’s not in a position to refuse him, though that’s not exactly why she chooses him. So she makes rules.  

  

And so on and so forth. What’s more she holds him to them too, which he isn’t exactly delighted about. I mean he really just wants his freedom and his boat after all. All things plain and simple. But these rules are such an affront it sort of gets…  so there’s quite a bit of wrangling going on. Kind of  anyway.

 so that’s today’s poll question really in terms of breaking these rules, kissing being fully clothed, touching even. or to  be honest doing it at all.

Take Our Poll

Ps. The lovely Aimee Duffy has a great Easter giveaway. I’m not just punting it cos she’s asked me along, I’m punting it because it’s a week of different authors and books, and some great prizes in her draw. It only takes a comment to enter. www.aimeeduffy.co.uk/

Filed under: writing Tagged: Aimee Duffy, Galahad, Ottoman Dandy, Scotland, The Unraveling of Lady Fury

Nanook hath no Fury

‘Sir Galahad had been in many difficult situations. Was it not his lot though, that as a noble prince where the safety of women was concerned, this was as is should be? He confessed though, that seldom in so doing, had he been insulted in this manner. Told by the Lady Lora’s friend to naff off and stop phoning her, while through the raging snowstorm, three miles she battled. How could she hold her phone when she had no gloves and her hands were tarry black?  Except being the Lady Lora’s friend, naff was not the word that came from her lips.’  

Goodness, what did I say a few posts ago about Raynaud’s? Of course that is on mountains.  I hope you like my picture by the way. But if you think I am going to give you the low down on life, love, oh and that dog, in the actual Arctic, me being an erotic writer – I’m not.

No. This week was very exciting though. As if the car skidded off the road was not bad enough, a three mile hike in Arctic conditions. I felt like Nanook. I did have the hill boots after all. Except she probably had gloves. She probably had fur lined troosers’n all. Oh and a full length coat. The sense not to sashay along to Gauldry in a skirt and tights to see her friend Irene in the first place, so now her friend Irene’s hubby’s car is probably a write off.

Yes I thought at one stage.  Lady Fury’s launch? I won’t have her and she won’t have me. But there, all was well. My little calendar now says five days, so I am going to let her take you that tiny way into her world.  And the first subject there in that world, is not nice gowns,

shoes,

or any other thing Fury loves. Although I am sure if you asked her nicely she would be happy to give you some fashion tips. No the first subject is

 I blush to say for what exactly but I am sure you are imaginative.   A bunch of old coots actually is what her maid Susan calls them.

  But Fury’s straits are dire.  And so she must consider one of the following…..

     Malmesbury

Well, all right, so he is slightly the older man. Fury has to reckon on fit fiddles and things as opposed to being wrinkle-free.  And let’s forget that Flint calls him a slimey poke. Malmesbury, in Fury’s book is  fashionable without being a dandy. Intelligent but not painful with it. His clothes are always immaculate.  AND his hearing is acute. What’s more he likes her which is more than can be said for the hero. Malmesbury is also loaded….with money that is, which is also more than can be said of the hero.

Count Vellagio

So much the silent type he can hardly speak a word of Italian, so let’s forget about any English.  he was born in Venice. He’s also the strong type, especially with boys and whips.  Girls too. In Fury’s book probably the less said about Vellagio the better.

Southey

What is there to say about Southey?  A buffoon Flint reckons to himself. He’s certainly younger than the rest. Yes.

Trying to think of some more, well he promises to do his best. Yes. Between bouts of hiccups brought on by his mammoth boozing sessions–which alone give Fury cause for concern. I mean, not being able to stand upright is hardly a guarantee of doing more is it? He also has somewhat grotty fingernails. And is very free with her booze and careless of her goblets. Of course one must consider what a child might inherit.

SO that’s it. Fury’s dilemma at the start of the of  the book.

Who would you choose?

Take Our Poll 

Filed under: writing Tagged: Arctic, Galahad, The Unraveling of Lady Fury

Introducing Erin

For those of you thinking I’ve relocated to the fair isle, the answer is no, despite the tatty famine ancestors. Nor is there any truth in the rumor this week there’s a baby on the go. I told you my older girl was a blond. I should of course have specified the baby in question wasn’t this

but  my advance ebook copy of Lady Fury. I worry about that girl sometimes, I really do. 

Anyway I know we have had muchos author interviews this month, what with all that biz of the chair, characters running wild . AND the guest visit from Katya Armock, but as I edge steadily up to my own releasee date. I couldn’t resist asking along a newbie author so I can sort of get the low down on the nerve wracking bit. Of course the fact her book is brilliant and we have the same surname here has nothing to do with it.

Although obviously being new I am gonna spare her ….the chair…..

(For now anyway)

I’m just gonna say, folks let’s hear it today for one of Etopia’s latest,  the lovely Erin Moore.

Q  Erin, you’ve been writing your entire life, but have only just found your voice in the paranormal romance genre. Dare I ask why this is?

 A  I’d been writing these long, winding fantasy novels that didn’t really have endings and were going nowhere. After doing some research, I realized what the romance industry had to offer: a more defined story, intense readers, and happily ever after endings. It made my writing crisper to have that sort of structure around it. And I don’t even know why the paranormal aspect was so appealing – I just had this whole story about Morgane  and Aelric’s star-crossed relationship in my head, and they were both shifters/weres.

Q  Now, I want to talk about the big release day-last Friday- that thing all inspiring author’s out there dream of. Fanfare of trumpets. You were of course at your desk doing something really special, something truly earth-shattering?

 A Um, so Starbucks is officially my desk, actually. With two little ones at home, I can’t write at home. Someone always needs a snack or a nap. But Friday? oh yeah…. I was writing bacon haikus. Sort of a cross promotion of “Kissed.” (that was a joke)

 Q. Okay. Well I guess you got to bring home the bacon?

 A Ha! Yes. Here’s my favorite: (check out www.bacontv.com for all of them, as well as recipes, t-shirts, everything bacon) Let me quote you.

               Pork fat of my heart,

              Your succulent crispness,

              Mirrored in my soul.

 Q Well, I take it you’re not a vegetarian!! I just must hope we don’t have too many animal lovers visiting here today and I can edit the comments of those who are…

A  I know, I do feel so sorry for liking bacon. I really do.

Q  So why werewolves? (Moving swifrly on) Don’t you feel like they’re hitting saturation? Plainly down to a silver bullet shortage.

A  Can you really have too much Taylor Lautner?

Q. Hmmm.

A I don’t know why werewolves. Really. I just had this image of 14th century France, two warring werewolf clans, two lovers who have to fight their families to be together.

Q. Wow.

A  And then it just evolved into a contemporary version, set in Budapest.

Q  As you do. Absolutely. it’s why characters love us so much We are so flexible. Changeable as …the moon some of them howl at.  Okay, Budapest. Is this a haunt of yours?

A: I’ve been twice, and just fell in love with it. It gives one the sense that there could be werewolves hidden away there still. And it’s so old, which you know impresses us Americans. But it’s also not 100% sanitized, like so many Northern European cities. It still has this opulence and decadence that survived the Soviets.  Just really rich in history and beauty.

Q Oooh…A fav place! So  Aelric was happy with this change?Does he sahre your love? 

 A Aelric favorite place is the woods. Any place he doesn’t have to hide who he is.

Q We had woods here before. Antonia Van Zandt is still running through them! And Morgane?

A Oh just give her a good café. Somewhere she can be anonymous but still watch the world go by.

Q So she obviously loves the modern setting. Still, this coudl be difficult when it comes to choosing the family holiday. How do they compromise?

A  In the mountains. Definitely somewhere cold and romantic, with a fire in the hearth.

Q Think you’ve struck achord there. What about yourself that way…the romantic destination?

A Big, European cities. Barcelona, Budapest, Prague, Berlin, Istanbul are my favorites (though I admit that I haven’t been to Scotland yet!)  Dragging the husband kicking and screaming.

 Q Oh he will be. He better have his winter woolies. Let me throw ina pic or two, get the Scottish Tourist board on the side here.

 A Want to express how thankful I am to you, Shehanne, for interviewing me. And really appreciative of anyone who’s read this far! Would love to welcome any new readers to find me on Facebook.

And that’s it folks for the lovely and talented newbie Erin. Apart from me wishing her all the very best with her debut. Oh and of course saying the names are but aco-incidence. OF course here’s Erin’s book and blurb.   

When woman meets werewolf, the sex can drive them wild

Morgane has problems with men. Being a werewolf, and wary of humans, it’s inevitable. But when she meets the intense and enigmatic Aelric, she falls hard. She’s never experienced feelings like this before: desperate for his touch, crazy for the feeling of his skin on hers, and ready to surrender to him heart and soul.

Aelric has never had a problem with women; he’s a master of seduction. So when his alpha orders him to seduce Morgane for information about her clan, he accepts. He’s entranced by her supple curves and soft lips, but for once, he wants more than just her body. He wants her for his mate. But he can’t reveal his true identity, or his intentions. For he’s part of a rival clan of werewolves intent on the domination of Morgane’s pack. And dark forces are gathering that might destroy their fiery relationship..

Available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other online sellers. Erin can be found here.

 authorerinmoore.com/

https://twitter.com/authorErinMoore

 www.facebook.com/AuthorErinMoore?ref=stream&filter=3

Filed under: Author Interviews, writing Tagged: Budapest, Erin Moore, Etopia Press, Kissed By Moonlight, Taylor Lautner, werewolves

The Top Choices of the Cat.

Being a certain kind of author is interesting in terms of the reaction you get. You can see people think you must have  a mind like a sewer and the sex life to match. Fury’s rules…where did I get them? Now release day  finally looms and my own ebook advance copy pinged into my inbox on Wednesday there, Mr Shey is worried. So here and now I am going to set the record straight…about the writing. C’mon anything else is strictly personal. Also, if I wanted to be crude I’d have used a different choice in the title when it came to the word cat. 

Let me quote you this…

Erotic Romance: stories written about the development of a romantic relationship through sexual interaction. The sex is an inherent part of the story, character growth, and relationship development, and couldn’t be removed without damaging the storyline. Happily Ever After is a requirement  to be an erotic romance.

So… clamped.  As in meaning shhhed. Look this is Scotland, not Fifty Shades. Did Mr Shey’s recent low-down on the pitfalls of living with an erotic romance writer not show how tame it all is really. Especially when it comes down to the matter of broccoli soup and  mushy peas.

Okay. Phew. Got that out the way. Today I am going to do as promised weeks ago regarding the ginger cat. For those of you who do not know about the ginger cat, let me explain.  The ginger cat features in that bit before the film starts at your friendly local multiplex, where he dances about the screen doing all sorts for the benefit of the hard of hearing and the visually impaired.  He is the one I said to my daughters just imagine and they said they were not taking me out again.

Putting  their intention to disown me aside, let’s just consider for a moment Last Tango in Paris.

 Or to continue the domestic imagery, crockery  flying  as Jack and Jess get to it–sorry to keep quoting my hero, Flint–on the kitchen table in The Postman Always Rings Twice. Talking tables we also have  When Harry Met Sally when Meg Ryan did that impersonation while sitting at one.

Harry looking surprised he wasn’t responsible himself. Also let’s sound it out for Julie and Donald in Don’t Look Now. I don’t know about anyone else. Forget the actors and actresses,  I have been seriously worried about how you would script some of these scenes for  the visually impaired.  

And so ginger moggie wants to give you his own low down on his top screen sex scenes.

Before you start salivating, I should warn you Ginge isn’t  like that really, as some may know.

No. Ginge’s scenes are those that spare the commentator’s blushes by shutting the bedroom door, or moving to fade–sorry about that– or in this case suffice with a hand on a window… A sort of less is more. Still hot though.

 Okay, so it’s not all move to fade in Titanic, it’s still pretty closed– car door closed sex anyway. That hand goes up on the window and we all know what’s going on. Hell. Just look at the steam will you? Enough to melt bergs.

Long Susan and Homer Jackson- Ripper Street.

Now you’re going has Ginge lost it? Completely. There is not a single sex scene between Long and Homer. Not in any one of the eight episodes. Well, that’s just it isn’t it? They don’t have any but you know fine that when they once did– as episode seven reveals –it was so special, that short time they were together he would die for her. And that’s what haunts their  relationship    

From Here to Eternity 

Debs and Burt getting to it in the rolling waves. All these waves. All that lather.   Defo no doubt someone should chuck a bucket to cool them down.  

 Braveheart

Well, despite sounding Spaneesh, Ginge is a Scots cat, so of course Ginge found  the wedding night scene sexy, especially given how bloody cold it probably was.You can just hear the commentary, now Wallace freezes his balls off. Although her teeth are chattering, Murren tries to look pleased about it. Could he not have found somewhere indoors at least?  The man fought the English…how is that beyond him?

 Gone with the Wind

Okay. So the staircase scene when Rhett decides enough is enough and he’s having her up them stairs–how did the Hays office allow it, he probably kept one foot on the bedroom floor –  is sexy.

 ….enough to inspire the movie poster. I think the commentator would have more fun describing the good time Scarlett’s had of it, the next day though. Ginge agrees. She’s purring.  Scarlett not Ginge for goodness sake

 Ghost.

Okay Ginge  is just gonna show the pic.

After all what is they say about pics being worth a thousand words? 

The Terminator

As for Sarah and Kyle loving a lifetime’s worth in one night..Sarah Connor, I came across time for you stuff… Do we need any more? Like the commentator going she doesn’t think she’s any mother of the future?

Cold Mountain

All these years of waiting and like Terminator a one night..fuling.(Keeping this decent ). Maybe he never came across time for her but he came across America. Nuff said. 

Kate and Sawyer Lost

In broad daylight, in a cage, cos he’s maybe not going to get out it alive.? Visual commentor trying to explain…and Jack getting to see it courtesy of Ben on the security camera. Saying no more. Except as it cut to fade, what a scene. 

The English Patient

 After having a bath with etc etc..

Ralph sews the dress he got a bit  rough wih……..

Now Ginge knows you must have some of your own. So please feel free to let him know. It’s what comments are for.Visual commentary is very weclome. Could be my next blog- providing I don’t get arrested the stuff I googled here….

 

Filed under: Lists of, writing Tagged: Braveheart, Cold Moutain, Erotic romance novels, From Here to Eternity, Ghost, Gone with the WInd, Lost, Postman Always Rings Twice, Relationships, Ripper Street, Sex in film, Terminator, The English Patient, Titanic

l Inspiring???

I’m not the only one surprised this week. I think may share that honor with my home city. At least until Friday night the waterfront  was set to be  home to this.Yes the V and A. museum…apparently anyway.  But  only on a Dundee bound bus could that have somehow become the R and A. The mind boggled I have to say. Was it the Royal Ancient? The Ruby and Albert?

Old one even?  Or was someone not telling the truth about Rabbie.  That is his statue after all in front of what was once called the Albert Institute.

 See, I bet you  thought I was probably going to say something snidey, as in  only on a Dundee waterfront too  would you see such a thing as the city is going to be home to.  But you would be wrong. As you can see Dundee has  seen it all on its banks before.

The TAY WHALE 

 Anyway, in the middle of last week’s chair shenanigans the lovely Incy Black incyblack.weebly.com/  kindly nominated  – at least I think it was, you may disagree–  me for to have this badge up! I can’t actually tell you how touched I was.  Not in the head either.

 Of course one must do something…..

        The Rules

 Display the award logo on your blog.
Link back to the person who nominated you.
 State 7 things about yourself.
Nominate other bloggers (the number seems to vary) for this award and link to them.

 SO alas 7  Things You Did Not Need to Know about Me

1 I really don’t do rules so it should be no surprise that I will probably mess this up. Sorry? What was that? Things you didn’t know? Okay? Damn, did I already give you the bit about the sparring contest at the Dundee taxi rank? Well, hmm… After a night ceilidhing on rooftops and up and down the street in the pouring rain, I was flung out and barred from a hotel at 5 in the morning in company with the other ten members of a theatre company plus their 87 costumes.

2 Despite having it I have never suffered an attack of Raynauds while on a mountain, whatever the conditions which is very fortunate for pink shoe as pink shoe likes pictured at the top.

3 I once shared a stage with Ricky Ross.  I played piano with him too that was before he was Deacon Blue. 

4 Caught bonnie skiving out the school gates with my pal, Lora, despite having neither towel nor costume, nor being able to swim a half stroke between us, we hastily joined the swimming group marching in pairs- yes- on its way down the road till we could think of a way out of our predicament. Fortunately the bus chugging up the hill from the opposite direction provided just that opportunity. 

5 After clopping about making horn signs and going ‘goatus’ in a bid to explain why I wanted the terrace loungers as they were, to the handyman who, as it transpired, spoke  perfect English, I am known as Dances with Goats on Tilos.

6 Believing it was probably a scam I once googled Frank Mutabila, only to discover that having made room for this man and his wife Evelyn, at the bar of an Irish pub in Rome, sure enough we had spent the whole evening in the company of the Zambian ambassador and he had once interviewed Hilary Clinton.

7  Having nearly copped it twice I try to welcome each day whatever it brings. 

And to pass on the baton handed to me by Incy Black I nominate these bloggers who I find inspiring for many different reasons. 

www.ottomandandy.com/

www.catherinecavendish.com/

www.elingregory.com/

www.emilyguido.com/

cdescoteauxwrites.wordpress.com/

fictionalmachines.com/

bottledworderwordpress.com/

cherylmoore.wordpress.com/

aopinionatedman.com/

advocatemmmohan.wordpress.com/

arlenshah.wordpress.com/

ladyornot.com/

I leave you with a diff pic of Rabbie…..with Highland Mary this time.

Any design resemblance between the Tay Whale  and the V and A are purely co-incidental.

Filed under: blogging Tagged: Deacon Blue, Dundee, Incy Black, Ricky Ross, Rome, The Tay Whale, Tilos

Day 7…the ‘baby’ grand finale…

I hope you like the title. I won’t tell you the one Incy sent when she forgot to attach the actual post– the pics yes- about what kind of blog it was from. Yesterday we talked of four letter words. Sure you have a few left over …right?

Of course yesterday did end somewhat abruptly with an unsheduled transmission from Fury. You can see though that Flint is still happily alive and kicking….

 if somewhat less than before. The lovely Susan who  you must remember has an axe to grind–no not into Flint’s head, do you seriously think I would allow such things here- because she doesn’t see her muse should be…….

 the actually perfectly lovely Mrs P.  So of course she was ready to hand her mistress that rolling pin…the one I was keeping for promotional giveaways…

 me being such a fabulous cook. There is no truth in the rumor that I abandoned ship yesterday to— talking such things as ships and kitchens– do galley proofs.

Today on the final day of authors, lets give life to our characters- then wish the hell we hadn’t – I am welcoming, writing buddy, ( yes I do have some and so does she) Incy Black, along with Anna Key. That is Anna as in   Incy just hopes will be standing on heads to get into her first book Sins of The Father.

Anna . Now look here Incy, before we even start, why focus on the pregnancy? I loathe saccharine sweet.  What a cheap way to make me likeable. And I’ve no desire to be fat. Puke, or anything else. You’ve had kids. You know what it’s like. Babies? Who needs ‘em?

Incy. Of course as you can see, there are compensations.

 

Anna. Boots?

Incy. Face it, life kicked the crap out of you but you’re a survivor. Look at the extremes you’re prepared to plumb to get that all too elusive, unconditional love and acceptance you crave. And besides, Sins of the Father is more about the worst fears that can be visited upon an expectant mother.

Anna. Pink boots?

Incy. For kicking back with. (Brightly) It’s hardly plumbing a depth…

 Anna. No. You need to give me a better incentive. I don’t even have fun geting pregnant.  Artificial insemination by anonymous donor? Me? Do I have that much trouble getting men?

 Incy. Not at all. Here is your hubby.

Nice eh? You think I give my characters nothing?

Anna. Hmm…  Very nice. Woah. what’s that word there…sex? No wait….Ex?

Incy. Think of the fun you will have disposing of that word.  He was your best friend, Anna, and you’ve never stopped loving him. You think your love was never enough that the man has issues, trust being the least of them, that he’s interfering, overly protective.  This isn’t strip poker you and him will be playing like you used to, it’s a game of chicken with life…or death. You may need these boots bigtime. In case you aren’t convinced I could throw in these.   

 But hey, maybe I’ll keep ‘em for myself.

Anna. (grabbing Incy’s arm) Wait….

 OOH!! and so we have it ladies and gentlemen, the finish of a whole week of guest spots, squabbling characters, overheated chairs and authors swinging though forests… Thank you for your time. It only remains for me to say here is Incy Black’s blurb.

Sins of the Father (will be available through Entangled Publishing’s Suspense line but you can check out Nick and Anna their background and their world as well as the world of Incy’s other characters from forthcoming books on Pinterest)

Nick Marshall knew there was only one way to survive his ex-wife, Anna Key—expect the unexpected. But even he is caught out when Anna attracts the attention of not one, but two psychotic killers. Now how the hell is he supposed to protect her when she refuses to trust him?

Almost reformed bad girl, Anna, dare not name the biological father of her unborn child.  Especially not to Nick Marshall. She knows him of old and he doesn’t respond well to threats. What she can’t understand is, as close as Nick wants to keep her, why he insists on pushing her away.

 I can also tell you Incy can be found at -

incyblack.weebly.com with her blog ‘Into the Black’

on Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/incyblack/

on Twitter: @IncyBlack

on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/incy.black

It also remains for me to put away the chair.

 and retire to  a darkened room, to leave you all in peace. But hey, you should know the chair and I may well be back. Cue scary music.  I will be hearing that if i don’t get through these galley proofs…..

 

 

Filed under: Author Interviews, writing Tagged: Entangled Publishing, Incy Black, Pinterest, Sins of the Father

Day 6…Just don’t call me James

Okay, if any of you noticed the absence of an update yesterday on Catherine Cavendish, that was because she herself has been absent, phone off the hook, all that kind of thing, after her little guest spot here with Emily Marchant. But as I say, now Emily has been apprehended and relocated in a very beautiful spot–

with flowers, I can report Catherine is alive and well.

So too is Charlie Price who yesterday received a beautiful ping pong bat

                

the latest in persuasuve techniques promotional matieral  from his creator Charley Descoteaux.

Of course I am not the kind of person to allow others to do what I would not myself, so today I am here sur le hot seat with—Fury and Susan having said things about wild horses and dragging,  none other than  James Flint Blackmoore.  And I just hope that I am not about to get into a fight with Antonia Van Zandt re muses or things. Incy Black neither since I note we share the same one.

 Of course one little known fact about me is the papa was an army boxer, so I know and can throw a punch. I have too. On one occasion to the admiration of a Dundee taxi driver, which actually says quite a lot since they are difficult people to impress.

To think I was keeping that for the things you didn’t know about me in the Inspirational Blogger award post soon to follow–kindly bestowed by Incy– but you can pretend you never read that. Any of it actually, since I am uncertain how inspirational it is decking someone in a Dundee taxi queue but Mr Shey did ask me to take care of  things. So I did.

Okay. Enough. Flint is here today and a lovely man he is too, so I am going to explain to him why he should be in my book, The Unraveling of Lady Fury, coming March 29th from Etopia Press.. 

Flint.  Woh. Woh. Okay. You saying I’m a lovely guy, can I just read you this? ‘The father of her child, the father of the Beaumont heir, Storm’s father, was a philandering, thieving, kidnapping, blackmailing… While he had never had a father himself, bastard was not the word that came to mind. Neither was skunk.’ That is some kind of misprint right?

 Shehanne. Well (clearing throat)

Flint. I mean if I wasn’t a bastard and I wasn’t a skunk, what was I then?

Shehanne. Let us leave that to the reader to imagine. There are several words with four letters to choose from. It allows interactivity.  I have to ask you this, Flint, but were you poking your nose again where it shouldn’t be?(Shrinking a little from the iced Flint glare)  I would say that  being lovely in appearance and being lovely inside, can, on occasion, be two very different things. And think how good it will be exploring this as an issue. That on the surface you would think any woman would be happy dancing to be with you. Think of the journey you as an anti hero alpha will make.

Flint. But when you first thought of me you thought of me as nice, helpful, a sort of adviser guru type who was really sorry his old friend Fury was in this mess.  So what the hell happened you turned me into some kind of man whore?

 Shehanne.  Er….Quite a lot. But I think one must consider the greater journey a character can make.  While it is true that is how I first saw you, back stories have  better potency when there’s been terrible hurts because you weren’t just friends.  When you first stepped onto that page, you didn’t exactly step on like a friendly guru. Do you know the times I reached for this?

Not to mention

because I had reached for that, never knowing what you were going to do next. Especially when you came out with that line about Jamaica.  I mean, give a poor girl a chance. I had to go think all that up.  

Flint. I came out with lines? What about Fury and what she comes out with. Sex rules.  You never saw that coming either did you?

Shehanne. Well, won’t you have fun getting round them?

 Flint. (Giving the seductive Flint smile)  So I do?  (Easing back into the chair in the seductive Flint way ) And I bet she cracks first right? Being with me?

Shehanne. Well, (fanning self)  I am open to persuasion here and I am sure she is too….in her way….

Flint. Well, don’t that sound dandy? Ain’t that what I like to hear.

We assure you that service was not broken off by the unscheduled appearance of Fury armed with Susan’s rolling pin, and Shehanne nipping off to read gallety proofs, leaving them to it,  and will be resumed as soon as possible.

In the meantime here is the cover.

 

Genoa 1820

Rule one… There will be no kissing

Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything yet. So long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she might keep her position and her secrets. But when the callously irresistible man she’d rather rot in everlasting hell, than bed, threatens to expose her, she invents bedroom rules to stop herself wanting the one thing she knows he can never give her. 

 Rule two… There will be no touching

Only when it comes to rules, ex-privateer James Flint Blackmoore is a master at making his own. Soon he’s playing with fire.  Both know future happiness can only lie in keeping each other at arm’s length. Yet  they’re torn by old hurts and the promise of new passion.

But some rules are made to be broken…

 Why is she so determined to hate him? Will her secret truth make it easier or harder for him to abide by the rules?  Or will Flint finally convince her he can give her the one thing he never has?

You can find Shehanne right here, as well as Twtter, Pinterest and all these other places.  Tomorrow Incy Black will be bringing the chair extravaganza to a grand finale.

Filed under: Author Interviews, writing Tagged: Antonia Van Zandt. The Unraveling of Lady Fury, Catherine Cavendish, Charley Descoteaux, Emily Marchant, Etopia Press, Incy Black, Jamaica