Tuesday, 29 January 2019

A blog to my granddaughter.

In response to this question from my Grand-daughter on FB:-

Shayla E. Mc Nananana Jenny, question! Do you have a favorite book of all time? Or something you have read so profound it drove you to write? Xx
Dearest Shay!
My answer to that was way too long for FB so I decided to blog my answer. 
Once upon a time - quite a long time ago! - when I was probably JUST old enough to start reading the books on my mother's bookshelf - I found
"Paddy the Next Best Thing" by Gertrude Page. It had a plain blue cloth cover like most books did back then. It had probably had a dust cover when it was new, but that was way before I found it. I'm pretty certain the spine was broken by then. So I'm guessing it was written early in 1900s.
It's a delightful Irish romance. Red-headed tomboy, Paddy, and her beautiful dreamy sister, Eileen, live next door to the parsonage at Omeath and the parson's son, the gorgeous rapscallion, Jack O'Hara. 
Paddy & Jack are the greatest mates, getting into all sorts of scrapes together and Paddy of course just knows they will grow up and marry. Trouble is, Jack falls for Eileen. But this is Paddy's story and she does get her HEA, just least where she expected it.
But the charm of this story for me was the humour and Gertrude Page's ability to create such vivid word pictures I have never forgotten them.
I could see the mountains and the loch and Paddy skimming over it in her yacht - and falling out. I could picture Patrick's pig shed where Jack and Paddy had gone to help him catch the piglets for market. Patrick's housekeeper, a very large woman called Dan'l, was to stand in the doorway to stop the little blighters escaping. But the mighty Dan'l was no match for a charge of piglets intent on escape and came down in an ignominious heap with one squealing piglet trapped beneath her.
In a way this story was a treatise on growing from the careless pleasures of youth which we tend to take for granted, to the emotional reality of adulthood and the painful lessons we sometimes have to learn along the way. It was full of love and fun, of grief and pain, of staggering and picking oneself up and learning to live again. And love again. 
Once I've read a book, I've read it and have no interest in re-reading it. But I couldn't tell you how many times I re-read that book. I would try to hide it because I knew it was an oddball kind of thing to do! Because, of course, Mum noticed - and commented.
"Jennifer, you're not reading that book again, are you?"
Well - yes, I was. Many times. I made sure I inherited it and had it on my shelf so I could indulge whenever I fancied.
Then disaster struck in the form a house fire in 1981 in which we lost everything. There were many things I deeply regretted losing in that fire - but of course, they were only things. We were all alive!
But one loss I could never reconcile with was 'Paddy the Next Best Thing'.
I spent the next 20 years checking out every second-hand bookshop I came across, searching the shelves for an old blue covered book.
I found a lot, but never the one I was looking for.
I even considered writing the thing from memory, for I was pretty certain I could!
Then on a visit to Wanganui, I found a little shop where the old books were well laid out and I really can't remember whether I asked and yes they had it, or whether I just found it. I suspect it was the former because it was not the blue book I was looking for.
But there it was, re-issued in paperback! The 720th Thousand! And it had apparently been a Best-Seller!
Nothing could compare with how I felt in that moment. It was like a lost child had been restored to me! And I couldn't wait to get home to read it again.
And guess what? Now you've made me think about it, I will just have to read it - yet again!
So there you have it - and it's not even sexy! I guess it would not have been lurking on my mother's bookshelf if it had been!
But I would credit this book with starting my lifelong passion for reading and writing romance.
And if you want to check it out for yourself, it's now available free on Amazon. 

Monday, 21 January 2019

5* Reviews for 'Lords of the matrix Club' series.

I love the characters who come to life in my books and the wonderful stories they share with me.
But the pearl is when my readers love them too. Am so very grateful.
Here are three reviews written for the last book in the 'Lords of the Matrix Club' series, but encompassing all four.
"She is wonderful creating different men and women for each book yet equally relatable and unique. The emotional and passionate scenarios are so clearly written you wonder if maybe she is speaking from experience. Anyways all four books are amazing but this fourth and last was my favorite."
"I absolutely loved reading every book in this seriesI couldn't put the books down. You are a true star!!"
"I thoroughly enjoyed the Lords of the Matrix Club series. The plots are extremely intriguing and all the characters are quite engaging. The relationships between the cousins add a layer of depth to the series. I look forward to future books."
Feeling blessed.
Next? The "Ladies of Stannesford" series. It's not coming as fast as I would like but I'm getting back into the flow now Christmas and New Year holidays are behind us.
Stannesford is a fictional village in Oxfordshire and the heroines and some of the heroes grew up on the five large estates surrounding the village.
Here's part of what's taking so long! I am visual apparently and need to be able to see things - and the details kept popping in!
I'm no artist - but you get the idea!

Wednesday, 16 January 2019

Writing ‘The Earl of Windermere Takes a Wife’.

I'm discounting this book for a short time so thought it an opportunity to talk a little about the writing of it.
The first in the 'Lords of the Matrix Club' series, it was a challenge to write.
Windermere had loved Miss Jassinda Carlisle since childhood. But being eleven years older he'd had to wait for her to grow up. During his years at university, he became involved with a deviant professor's wife who sexually abused him and left him with deep psychological scars as a result. By the time Jassie was sixteen and determined on her first kiss from the man she'd loved all her life and was going to marry the moment she might, he knew he would never be any woman's husband.
So began years of pain, years in which he tried to stay away, but couldn't. Years in which she waited and hoped, not really understanding. Jassie was twenty-five when she took matters into her own hands and forced Windermere into a situation where marriage was the only honorable option.
He determined he would not be a proper husband to her and risk damaging her also. Jassie was more determined their marriage would be totally normal.
She promised him her love was unconditional.
Even so, Windermere needed help and there were no psychologists in the Regency era. What then? Who could one approach about such a private, sensitive and sordid matter? Who would know most about deviant sexual needs and problems? My decision was a brothel madam which led to some interesting intervention.
I loved that I was able to gain Windermere a normal marriage and a normal life with the woman of his heart, and that Jassie had the stamina to take the journey with him.
If you want to know more, take your chance to acquire your copy while it's discounted to the bargain price of just 99c. Here's the link.