Saturday, 3 February 2018

Of Bolts and Things...

Not sure where this will go but these damn bolts have niggled at me ever since I saw them on my morning walk a week or so ago.
It was so ordinary, just four random bolts in the gutter. And yet it wasn't ordinary at all.
I take the same route around our village every morning and I hadn't seen any bolts in the gutters until that day - when I saw four. They were at random points along my walk and by the third one, I doubled back to take a photo. I would pass the others again on my way back home.
The postie passed as I was taking one photo. Wonder what she was thinking, as I was stooped down taking a shot of the gutter?
The 1st had no thread. The 2nd was shiny and new. The 3rd was a bit rusted but still had yellow paint on it. The last was just the shiny, silver flat head with the shank shorn completely off. The photo of that one is a bit odd because I was conscious of the postie approaching!
What was their story? Why was I suddenly seeing them? Could they have a meaning?  'A screw loose' comes to mind, and the postie would likely agree! But they're not strictly screws. Not 'nuts' because there weren't any! Maybe they were just telling me to walk faster, 'bolt' for it!
And then I fell to wondering what drama befell someone that day - or maybe even several days later - because that bolt chose to stop doing its job and fall into the gutter? Humans are wired for story and I can't help wondering what the story of each bolt is. How? Why? When? What happened next?
Since I can't seem to make a romance out of it, let alone a historical one, I can only hope I have now written them out of my mind! In fact, I hope they've 'bolted'!





Friday, 26 January 2018

Bk.4. 'Her Dark Lord' Available for Pre-Order

I have finally written the end of  'Her Dark Lord' the last of the 4 books in the 'Lords of the Matrix Club' series. I have to admit to a little difficulty letting the characters go, always a problem at the end of a series. One becomes attached!
I'm loving the cover, another http://www.romancenovelcovers.com/ masterpiece with Jimmy Thomas as the male model. 
It's available for Pre-order now with a release date of 28 March which gives me time to get feedback from my beta readers and to implement any edits necessary.

Here is the Amazon link:
Only Fate would play a jaded, emotional cripple like Knight against a feisty, independent woman like Penny, a new widow someone wants dead.


Here's a couple of snippets:-
'Knight found himself imagining the stunning beauty that would emerge if she were bathed, pampered and dressed in silk and satin—more specifically undressed—and bound in silk and satin.
He was bellows to mend and yet parts of him were very alive indeed.'

'The mahogany brows formed a straight line across his forehead and the dark eyes scorched down her body, missing no detail in their heated scrutiny.
 Penny played him in kind, allowing her critical gaze to assess the manly proportions of shoulders encased in perfectly tailored dark blue superfine, unbuttoned to expose a shirt of linen so fine it barely disguised the outline of taut muscle beneath. Dropping her gaze still further, she lingered a moment on the snug fit of buckskin pantaloons over bulging thigh muscles and the hard evidence of his arousal.
Telling herself the flash of heat through her body was a measure of her ire, she returned her gaze to his, determined to appear disinterested, cynical even. No way would she allow him to know seeing him thus, seeing any man in a state of arousal focused on her, was one of her deepest fears.'

Watch for my next series 'Ladies in Buckskins'.  
It's also 4 books. I'm certain there would've been as many women 'bucking' the system 200 years ago as there are now. Human nature doesn't change. These ladies would relate well to Knight's feisty Nemesis, Lady Penelope Grantwood.

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Sunday, 24 December 2017

Santa Was Running Late in Piopio, NZ!

Pohutukawa - NZ Christmas Tree.
It's Christmas morning in Piopio. But some things have to go on just like any other day. So a little before seven - to beat the heat of the sun already well above the horizon - I set out for my daily walk round the village. Piopio is a small blip roughly halfway on State Highway 3 between Hamilton and New Plymouth. Usually the road is busy with trucks and passing traffic.
This morning it was eerily quiet. Wondrously peaceful after the non-stop lines of cars, motorhomes, caravans, boats etc heading off for their summer holidays.
A lone motorbike came over the rise in the centre of town, one of those small ones that sound a bit like a lawnmower. He was zipping along as if in a hurry and with a purpose. Then I noticed he was dressed all in red, including the red hat and flowing white cottonwool beard! I thought perhaps he was on a mission to some local house but he carried on through, revving it up and that beard taking a beating from the wind!
Day Lily from bed at north end of Piopio.
He must have been running awfully late for his last delivery and had to abandon the reindeer - unless they'd gone on strike come sun up!
Hope he made it in time before the kids woke in a panic because Santa hadn't been!
I also hope he made it safely, though I have less hope for that cottonwool beard!
He was past before I thought to take a photo. Quite made my morning.
One of those images that stay in your mind.
Like the day I was driving back from Te Pahu on Boxing Day and passed a chap all decked out in a Tyrolean outfit and riding a penny-farthing bicycle!
 I didn't get a photo of that either!
Hope you all have a great Christmas.

Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Magical Coromandel Revisited

Coromandel is ever on my mind this time of the year. The Pohutukawa will be in bloom - which is about the only thing about Christmas that excites me.
(Yes, I'm one of those annoying people who are always muttering, 'What! We've only just done Xmas!' )
As you will know from other posts, I dream of being 'up the Peninsula' when the trees are in full bloom, which is pretty much right at Christmas. Usually we go around New Year which is already too late.
This year I had an opportunity to go earlier, though as it turns out, probably too early! But the magic was happening just the same.
I spent a couple of nights in Thames and on Sunday morning about 9am Jaci and I set off for Coromandel with our cameras, a journey of 54km which should take about an hour.

It took us four hours! And though my dream of seeing whole hillsides aflame with colour didn't actually eventuate it was spiritually refreshing just the same. There were drifts of colour like paint splashes across the masses of dark green foliage and for the first time, I noticed several of the yellow flowering variety growing naturally up the hills. They are not so spectacular, but beautiful nevertheless.


 A ramble on the stony treasure beach at Waiomu was rewarding as always. You can often find crystal points and even the odd Maori artefact among the rocks which rumble down from the hills. But our most significant find this time was this face on a rock. At a glance it looks as if someone has painted or carved the features on it, but in fact they are intrinsic to the rock.
No trip to Coromandel is complete without a nosh and coffee at Driving Creek cafe. I think it's had a change of ownership this year but it's still vegetarian and still has a natural wilderness feel about it. This bowl of Kaffir Lime rice with pickled beetroot, carrot and apple salad, lettuce and falafel dressed with a nasturtium flower was almost too pretty to eat. It was as delicious as it looked.

 Am home again now, feeling renewed and ready to write the last chapters of 'Her Dark Lord', Book 4 in the 'Lords of the Matrix Club' series. I need to get into it if I'm to reach my goal to have the first draft completed by Christmas!

I hope 2017 has been kind to you and that 2018 is filled with blessings.




Tuesday, 28 November 2017

I Won!

November has been a month of concerted writing effort. Along with thousands of writers worldwide, I have participated in the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) challenge to write 50,000 words for the 30 days of November. I reached that target last night!
If you're wondering, that's the size of a Mills & Boon romance. My books tend to be 100,000 words so this gets the first draft half written in a month. And since I already had 30,000 words written at the start I now have 80,000 and need to wrap the story up in another 20,000. Doable before Xmas, I reckon, if I just keep up the momentum and routine of NaNo!
One of the great things about NaNo is the support and encouragement of other writers also doing the challenge. This will carry on after November to keep us all inspired and focused on our goals.
Thank you, Romance Writers of NZ C2C Chapter! You are the best!
Congratulations to all who accepted the challenge and have already achieved the goal and to those who will achieve it before the deadline, midnight tomorrow!
If you started and life got in the way, all new words are a bonus! Life is pretty much all about 'timing', and when the timing is right, the words will flow! And there's always the April challenge!

Thursday, 16 November 2017

The Magic of Coromandel

What is your magic place? Do you have a place you go, even in your imagination if you are too busy to go physically, to rest the body and replenish the spirit?
Mine is Coromandel. I often post about it and the beautiful pohutukawa trees that cover the hillsides, line the roads and hang over the sea from perilous rocky anchorages.
Most of the year they are a uniform sea of dark green, and silver from the undersides of the leaves. Come November, more silver appears with the flower buds and then comes the burst of glorious colour, different shades of red.
My favourite is the deep crimson and this morning a friend sent me a photo of the first one spotted in flower by her visitors from Canada. I imagine they were as appreciative as I am of the magnificent display.
We usually make our annual trip up the Peninsula around New Year by which time the edges of the road are still lined with ribbons of withered red stamens and a few last trees are still in flower. I have yet to make a trip during full bloom.
Perhaps this year?

Monday, 30 October 2017

What's in a Title?




What’s in a Title?

Sometimes a title can cause more cogitation than the rest of the book. Sometimes the title arrives first and drives the story.
I have to have a title right from the start, even if it's only a working title.


Bk.1. in the 'Lords of the Matrix Club' series is 'The Earl of Windermere Takes a Wife' - a bit of a mouthful! Originally I thought it only the working title, believing a better, catchier handle would make itself known before I'd finished writing the book.
Apart from the fact nothing better came to light, I read somewhere that the busy modern reader doesn't have time to read a lengthy blurb to find what the book is about and the title should encapsulate this. 
'The Earl of Windermere Takes a Wife' did that, for the Earl had no intention of ever doing that one thing! Sexually abused and psychologically damaged as a young man, he considered he could never be husband to the genteelly raised woman he'd loved all his life. Miss Jassie Carlisle was twenty-five before she decided to take matters into her own hands and though marriage was not actually what she'd been angling for the outcome meant Windermere's honor forced them to the altar.
That being the case, Jassie would accept nothing less than a proper marriage—for her love was unconditional and he would eventually come to understand and accept that too.
‘An Unconditional Love’ could have been the title, but didn’t give a feeling of the genre or the era. But it’s a great Tagline.



Bk.2. ‘The Perfect Duchess’ began with a working title of ‘Marked for the Duke’. In the eyes of the ton Lady Sherida Dearing was the epitome of the perfect duchess, an exquisitely beautiful and elegant blonde with a persona that had earned her the nickname ‘Heavenly Iceberg’.
She also had a reputation for turning away would-be suitors as soon as they showed an interest. But Lady Sheri had two secrets—that she knew about. (The other was known only to her mother.) The first was that she’d loved the Duke of Wolverton since the night of her come-out ball and before he’d become the Duke, and she’d long since determined she’d remain single rather than settle for second best.
The Duke however, loved Lady Jassie from Bk.1. and had been instrumental in helping the Windermere’s overcome their problems. A true hero, in fact.
Sheri’s second secret was the birthmark across her chest which made her anything but perfect, a fact known only to her mother and her maid. If her dream were to be fulfilled and the Duke asked her to be his wife, would the sight of her naked imperfection disgust him? Could he ever come to love an imperfect perfect duchess?
The issue of her perfection (or not!) became the driving force of the book, hence the title showed itself quite clearly.
As did the Tagline – ‘An Imperfect Perfect Duchess’.



Bk.3. ‘The Virgin Widow’ started as several variations on ‘An Angel for Hades’.
Lady Angela Jane Rotherby was the widow of a much older man who’d married her to keep her from being forced by her father into accepting a very undesirable husband. The moment I realized Lady Jane (as she preferred to be called) was still a virgin, the title was obvious.
It took Lord Haden (Hades) Baxendene a little longer than it took me to discover the real reason a thirty year old widow was reluctant to play the games with him every other widow was clamoring to play.
I’m not sure about the Tagline for this one – something about ‘The Masks Behind Which People Live’ perhaps. Or ‘All Is Not As It seems’!
Lord Baxendene had a few shocking secrets to learn about other people he loved and believed in as well, which forced him to realize he wasn’t the man he’d always believed himself to be either.


I’m now writing Bk.4. in the series, Lord Knightsborough’s (a.k.a. ‘Knight’) story. He’s a dark, broody character and I really wanted to call this one ‘The Dark Knight’, for it appeals to my love of plays on words.
But sadly, that title evokes another era and genre entirely. I didn’t want to mislead my readers. So it is ‘The Dark Lord’. I am well into it now and no other title is presenting itself.
‘The Dark Lord’ feels as if it has simply settled in.
Now to discover the elusive Tagline – something about a ‘light in the darkness’.
The heroine, an ‘Original’ in Regency terms, arrives at his door gun-in-hand and dressed in male attire, so this might give a hint as to where the ‘light’ comes from!
She is certainly blasting Knight out of the ever-deepening gloom into which he’s been sinking of late.


This guy seemed to epitomize Knight for me so I borrowed his picture from the internet to use as inspiration. I’m sharing him as I don’t have the cover for this book yet.

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