May I introduce: Susanne Bellamy "Engaging the Enemy"

 

Engaging the Enemy
by Susanne Bellamy


Reading through Susanne's bio is like reading through a copy of "Lonely Planet" ... dreaming of the next big holiday.

Equally interesting is the blurb of her latest release "Engaging the Enemy". A must on my TBR list!

 
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1- Tell us a little bit how you came up with the idea for "Engaging the Enemy"
Engaging the Enemy
was born on a tram ride along Swanston Street in Melbourne. It was my first tram ride in the city. While my husband and daughter counted coins that were never going to be enough for our fares, I noticed an old red brick building, and idly wondered about its history. Who would have lived and worked there? Why was it now abandoned? What was its fate? Suddenly the premise of a story hit; what would happen if not one, but two people really wanted this old building? The opening scene jumped into my head and off I went!



2 - There's something about an Irish Charmer, right? Why did you choose Matt to be "Irish"?
There’s no particular reason I can think of except that I ‘heard’ his accent right from the beginning. Matt was an Irishman, full of blarney and who was I to disagree! As it turned out, that was a good choice when it came to exploring his social justice attitudes. The Irish have plenty of experience of injustice and this helped me to layer his internal conflict.

3 - Tell us about your current project.
My next release is a free Christmas anthology, written with three other south east Queensland writers and titled A Season to Remember. Christmases in Australia often focus on the beach (it’s the southern summer) so we wrote stories of Christmas past, present and future. I decided to venture into previously unexplored territory and set mine in 2525 AD.  Given that the sea was a common element to all four stories, I had a bit of fun. My ship is a starship in planetary orbit but they do make it to the beach!

4 - Okay ... let's talk travel J. Have you always had the travel bug and what was your favourite destination / adventure so far?
The travel bug bit me early. I was seven when my family sailed to England and back to Australia. After that, I wanted to learn lots of languages and travel everywhere! I’ve been to many countries, mostly with my husband and children. We’ve had so many adventures along the way that it’s nearly impossible to choose just one, although I love anything with boats or mountains! Perhaps one of the more unusual was sailing on an old-fashioned junk in Ha Long Bay. Lying on the upper deck at night and seeing a myriad of stars so big and bright in the sky was pure magic. France, Scotland, Italy, Vietnam—they’re so different and I loved them all. My son and I counted up the countries we’ve visited so far; I think we got to eighteen, with many more still on our respective bucket lists.  


Blurb:
One building, two would-be owners and a family feud that spans several generations: all relationships have their problems.
 Andrea de Villiers can’t lie to save herself. But when developer, Matt Mahoney, buys the building she and a friend have established as a safe house in the Melbourne CBD, she decides that protecting The Shelter is more important than her aching heart. She will confront Mr Mahoney, and she will emerge victorious. There are no other options.
 But Matt has other plans for Andie, and she soon finds herself ensnared in a web of well-meaning lies and benevolent deceit. To protect the building and the families that depend on her, Andie agrees to play the part of Matt’s fiancée, and play it convincingly.
 But lies soon bleed into truth, and what was once a deception starts to feel all too real. Can Andie accomplish her goals and protect The Shelter, without losing her heart to the charming Irish developer?
 
Author:
Susanne’s heroes have to be pretty special to live up to the real life one she married. He saved her life then married her. They live on the edge of bush land on a mountain in beautiful sunny Queensland, Australia with two children and their dog. She writes contemporary romance and historical suspense novels set in exciting and often exotic locations.

nullParis will always be one of her top spots, and she fell in love with Scotland when they visited the west coast (nothing to do with fine single malts!), and recently had her first real trip to Italy--tick off one Bucket List item!  She has enjoyed New Year in Kathmandu and trekked in the Annapurnas, sailed in Ha Long Bay on a junk, and stayed on a floating hotel beside a tethered elephant in Thailand. The Peak in Hong Kong and Mt Faber cable car ride in Singapore are favourite spots. Susanne loves travelling to new places and exploring the culture and history, and meeting new people. These experiences are gradually being incorporated into her stories.
Her as yet unrealised dream is a trip into Earth’s orbit.

Susanne is a member of RWA and enjoys mentoring new authors. She is published with Escape Publishing, and will be a 2015 release author with Entangled Publishing.

White Ginger

One Night in Sorrento

Engaging the Enemy (Escape Publishing)

Coming 28 November 2014 -- A Season to Remember (FREE Christmas anthology)

Coming 2015 – Emerald Quest: Winning the Heiress’s Heart (Entangled Publishing)

 

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Excerpt:

 Andrea de Villiers couldn’t have orchestrated the accident better if she’d planned for a year instead of just one night.

Cocktails and hors d’oeuvres were almost finished as she edged closer to the group of Melbourne’s wealthy charity patrons and supporters and lined up her tray of drinks with Matt Mahoney’s chest.

One second to launch.

She took a deep, steadying breath and stepped forward.

His blonde companion’s arms drew a giant circle in the air, collided with the edge of her tray and Mr. Mahoney, corporate developer and all round jerk, was instantly wearing expensive champagne as an accessory to his Armani dinner jacket.

Round one to Andie.

Served him right for refusing to meet her. He brushed futilely at his shiny lapels and a thrill raced through her.

I did it.

Andie-never-puts-a-foot-wrong-de Villiers had done the unthinkable. If only she could tell him who she was, her triumph would have been complete. 


Tuesday Tales - CURLY



Welcome to Tuesday ... Welcome to Tuesday Tales ...

As mentioned last week, my Australian Sports Stars series has been contracted by Limitless Publishing, so I will continue Connor's story.

You might remember Connor and his dad Jack, who's ill with cancer. Connor lives in London and is visiting his father who lives in a small town along the Victorian coast.

Today's prompt is: CURLY

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The door bell rang and Connor had to wait for his father’s response. So many questions about his past, a past he knew nothing about. He stepped back into the house and walked to the front door, making a mental note to ask his mother about Ethan. And why the hell did he like surfing as a kid when he wouldn’t go near the water now.



Still in thought he opened the door and was momentarily taken aback by what he saw. In front of him stood a beautiful woman with the smile that had an effect on him right to his toes and back up his legs, pooling some heat in his groin.

She held her hand out. “Hi. You must be Connor. You don’t look anything like you did twenty years ago.”

He blinked, slowly taking her hand. “I am. And you are?”

“I’m offended,” she said with a laugh. “Emily Bradshaw.” With an exaggerated sigh she added. “The man who gave me my first kiss can’t even remember me.”

Shaking her head, the curly red hair bounce around her face. Her green eyes were gleaming with good humour.

“Sorry Emily. I’m—” He had no idea what he was. Speechless. Frustrated. Memory gone. Probably all of the above. “I’m still jetlagged. Apologies. Come on in.”

Emily walked past him, down the hall, and towards the stairs.

“Look Emily. In regards to the, ehrm, the jetlag, wanna give me a hint what you’re doing here?”
 
She smiled and laughed again. “I’m your dad’s nurse.”
 
Nodding, he said, “Right. That makes sense.” He held her gaze and was absolutely mesmerised by her. It appeared he had good taste already as a child. He definitely had to find out about that kiss.
 
“Right,” he said again. “Jack’s outside on the deck.”
 
She looked up at him in surprise. The good-humoured face had lost its smile. “Jack?” she asked.
 
Connor raised an eyebrow. “My Dad?”
 
She gave a slow nod. “Yes, of course,” she replied slowly. “Anyway, the deck’s perfect. He needs a bit of Vitamin D. It’ll do him good.”

Watching her behind, he followed her outside. The storm was closing in. Emily shaded her eyes with her hand and looked into the distance across the ocean.

“Emily,” Jack said, and Connor would swear he caught a slight smile on his father’s face.

She turned to him. “How are you, Jack?”

The old man took her hand. “I’ve got Connor here.”
 






 

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Out 7 October 2014 
 


Snippet Sunday - My untitled WIP 07/09/2014 ( #SnippetSunday )



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It's time for a new story ... as yet untitled.
Meet Jeri.
Jeri lives in Hobart where she owns a gallery. Since her divorce, many years ago, she's finally ready to "be" with a man again. But finding the right one seems to be harder than she thought.
 
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Everything inside Ely churned. He wasn’t sure what to say, or whether to mention to Georgia that he was the date. After all, he was the neighbour, friendly neighbour indeed, but not part of Olivia's circle of friends Georgia was talking about

He simply nodded and said, “Your friend will be right. And I’m sure Libby knows what she’s doing, too."

Georgia smiled, her shoulders sagging slightly. “I suppose you’re right.” Then she looked up at him. “I’m so sorry to bother you all this. I’m sure you’re busy.”
No, he wasn’t, but he wanted to get away as soon as possible. The table had turned, and anger crept up inside of him.
 
Forty?
 
How could Olivia set him up with a forty-year-old woman?

 

 
Thank you all for your support and kind comments.
 I do appreciate each single one of them!
 
OUT SOON
 
 
 

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Review: Robyn Carr "The Wanderer" (Thunder Point #1)

Publisher: Harlequin MIRA
ISBN: 9780778314479
My rating: 4/5
 
Nestled on the Oregon coast is a small town of rocky beaches and rugged charm. Locals love the land's unspoiled beauty. Developers see it as a potential gold mine. When newcomer Hank Cooper learns he's been left an old friend's entire beachfront property, he finds himself with a community's destiny in his hands.

Cooper has never been a man to settle in one place, and Thunder Point was supposed to be just another quick stop. But Cooper finds himself getting involved with the town. And with Sarah Dupre, a woman as complicated as she is beautiful.

With the whole town watching for his next move, Cooper has to choose between his old life and a place full of new possibilities. A place that just might be home.
 
 
My thoughts
 
The main reason why I picked up the book was the location - Oregon. Since my visit there last year, it's been one of my favourite travel destinations.
 
Hank Cooper's old friend Ben's left him a beachfront property in Thunder Point, a small remote community on the Oregon coast. While he tries to find out what happened to his friend and fixes up the old run-down bar shack, he gets involved in the life of the community... and meets Sarah Dupre, a helicopter pilot raising her brother.
 
I loved the book, the characters were quirky, laid back and "real". Although commitment shy, Cooper was the guy of dreams. I loved his humour, and his ability to be serious when he needed to be. Sarah only appears in the story about half way through the book, and I have to admit it took me a little bit to warm up to her... once finding out about the reasons, I understood, and liked how the character was developed.
 
Having said all that, there were pages and pages of dialogue, and the introduction of characters (I assume for future Thunder Point books) where I felt it was too long.
 
Definitely want to read the next Thunder Point #2, which tells Roger "Mac" McCain and Gina's story.
 

May I introduce: Mary Cope "Beautiful One"


Beautiful One
by Mary Cope

It's an absolute delight having Mary Cope as my guest today to tell us a bit about herself and her latest release "Beautiful One", published by Astraea Presa.


1 – I love the blurb of your story “Beautiful One”. Tell us a little how you came up with the idea.
Beautiful One came to me while I was in the process of trying to shed a few pounds. I was walking my dog Maggie and began to think about how difficult it is to lose weight. At the time, my daughter was a senior in high school, my thoughts shifted to being an overweight teen and what that must be like. Then I added in an overweight teen opposite her perfect twin brother and Elizabeth was born. As a side note, Maggie graces the cover of my book and is woven throughout the pages of Beautiful One.


2 – It’s the first book in a trilogy. What can reader expect in the next two books?
Beautiful Mess will follow Aidan as he struggles through the challenges of life at college. Finding love and coming to terms with his anger issues. Beautiful Life will highlight the ups and downs as the group, Random Plan, rises to stardom.

3 – Tell us a little about your current project.
I am currently writing Beautiful Mess, Aidan's story. In Beautiful One Aidan shares with Elizabeth about his dysfunctional childhood, mother addicted to drugs, and womanizing father. In the sequel, I will delve into the issues Aidan is trying to overcome so he can be the person he wants to be and fine the love he has been searching for. 
 

 
Blurb:  
Elizabeth Ryan is a beautiful, shy, naïve high school senior. Having never dated she meets the boy of her dreams, Aidan Mitchell. Despite his history of womanizing Liz is drawn to him. Soon Liz becomes the envy of all the girls on campus, when they become a couple and her dream boyfriend sweeps her off her feet and into the dating world that is all too new and strange for her. When other guys start to take notice of Liz, Aidan is troubled with fits of jealousy.

Elizabeth then meets the ruggedly handsome, Spencer Hayes and they quickly bond over their passion for music. Liz begins to struggle with the feelings that spark between them.

In the end Elizabeth finds herself torn between helping Aidan overcome his jealousy and anger and giving into what her heart truly wants.

 
 
Author:

Mary Cope is a freelance writer of romance. Her book, Beautiful One, is the first in a planned trilogy. She enjoys spending time with her family, baking gourmet cookies, listening to music and taking long walks with her yellow Labrador, Maggie. 

 
Website:  http://marycopeauthor.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MaryCope_Author

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mary-Cope/260006794162636 

 

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Excerpt:

 Chapter One

     The faint sounds of a guitar drifted through the walls of my bathroom as I savored the last of the hot water before it became lukewarm. Stepping away from the spray, I turned the shower knob and watched the droplets trickle down the drain. Inhaling a deep breath my mind focused on one thing. Aidan Mitchell.

     Hearing Mason’s band practicing meant he would be here. I was ninety-nine percent sure Aidan wouldn’t blow off their practice. He knew how serious my brother was about the band, but he also had been avoiding me for days.

     The past week had been awful. I was determined to talk to him. All I wanted was a few answers. My emotions had run the gamut from confusion, frustration, regret, and sadness… sadness consumed me most of all, at night usually, and I was exhausted from it. But at this moment all I felt was anger. Anger was good. It was certainly better than pain.

     As I rushed down the hallway, the floorboards creaked beneath my feet and the walls began to vibrate with the beat of Derek pounding on the drums. When I entered my room the music was deafening, but today I didn’t mind. I untwisted the blue-and-white-polka-dot towel from my head and tossed it to the floor.

     The deep conditioner I used helped my fingers glide through my long damp curls. If I was going to confront Aidan, I wanted to look my best. No Frizzy Lizzie for me. That nickname, coupled with my big butt, had tormented me, growing up in a beach town surrounded by beautiful people. I had longed to look like a typical California girl: tall, blond, perfect. But, with dark hair and bordering on five feet three inches, that was never going to be me.

     After I blow-dried and flat-ironed my hair, I took off my purple robe and draped it over my desk chair. I slipped on a pair of jeans… yes, slipped them on. I didn’t have to tug, pull, or jiggle my butt to get in my pants anymore. When I easily pushed the button through the top of my jeans, it still made me smile. I couldn’t even count how many times I had to lie on my bed and suck in my stomach so I could zip up a pair of pants. Every time I slipped them on, I never took it for granted. I had worked my butt off… literally. I put on my bra and a green sweater before I pulled on my boots.

     I rushed downstairs to the door that led to the garage. Thinking about confronting Aidan and having to stare into those piercing blue eyes started to intimidate me. But this was my chance. I knew he was a few feet behind the door, and I needed to deal with him. Before I completely lost my nerve, I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled then pushed open the door.

     The stream of sunlight coming in through the open garage door blinded me for a moment. With squinted eyes, I made a beeline to the old brown sofa in the corner. My heart was beating so fast it almost seemed in tempo with Derek pounding the drums. I scooted over our yellow Labrador, Maggie, and wedged myself between her and the arm of the couch. Finally, I looked up to focus my attention on Aidan.

     He didn’t show.

     I sunk my head back into the cushions, exhaling a deep, long sigh, trying to rid the tension from my body. The guys were practicing their newest song. Indie-Alternative was their style, and they called themselves Random Plan. I glanced at Mason and could tell he was angry. I mouthed the word “Aidan?”

Mason just shook his head.

     “Derek!” The tone in my brother’s voice made me sit up straight. “Derek!” Mason snapped again.

     Finally Derek stopped and silenced his cymbals.

     “What?” He lifted the front of his black t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, exposing his six-pack. His brown eyes bored into Mason’s. “Hey! Just ‘cuz you’re ticked off at the pretty boy, don’t take it out on me.”

     Derek reached back and grabbed a water from an old bookcase that held a few water bottles, electrical cords, an old CD player, and a collection of CDs. “Hey, Kyle, ya want one?”

     Kyle nodded and Derek tossed one across the garage to where he stood behind the keyboard.

     “Mason?”

     “Yeah, I’ll take one… Sorry, Derek.”

     Derek gave Mason a head nod and tossed him a bottle. He took a sip while Derek chugged his down.

     “Okay, start again.” Mason commanded.

     Derek picked up his sticks and began tapping.

     I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and listened to the music. Funny, I’d come into the garage so fearless it almost made me laugh. Who would have thought the once-overweight Elizabeth Ryan would stand up to the likes of Aidan Mitchell? I smiled to myself, allowing my mind to drift back to the time when I’d found it hard to even look at him...


Tuesday Tales - RIBBON ~~ ( #mustread #WIP #amwriting )



We're BACK !!!

I hope you're all ready for more Tuesday Tales ... everyone here's refreshed and ready to take on the challenge on the weekly prompts again.

Today will be the last post from my current WIP. It's been contracted by Limitless Publishing. So don't miss it and come back next week as we get to meet new, or may re-acquaint ourselves with old characters.

Today's prompt is: RIBBON


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Cranking up the music in the car, Sarah’s mind drifted back to Markus’ words that he'd left on Oliver's answering machine. As she drove the familiar streets to his house in Ribbon Street, the beautiful lights of the city in the afternoon sun didn't give her any comfort, but went unnoticed. The words fucked up kept going around and around in her head, and Sarah was determined to tell him how she felt about their afternoon together. How much she had enjoyed it, as well as how much she’d wanted it for a long time. Yet, crossing the line from friendship to relationship had been something she’d been scared of. Every time she’d wanted to tell him, she’d lost her confidence or was held back by her fear of rejection.

 
Turning into Markus’ street, she slowed down as she came closer to his house. He’d bought the house with the money from his first contract a few years back. It was modest then, and in comparison what he was worth, it still was. But to her, it had charm and character. It’d been built by one of those dreamers, who wanted a bush cottage near the big city. The house was built from a mix of stacked stones, timber and metal roofing. The garden around lacked a bit of attention, but a gardener came by once in a while to give it a “trim”. That was when Markus wasn’t able to see his shoes while walking across the backyard. He’d added some serious improvement inside as well. Like the spa in the back, which was surrounded by a glass roof and windows. Sarah loved it and often sneaked in while Markus was away. Afterwards, she’d sit in front of the open log fire with a nice glass of wine, watching a cheesy romance movie.

Sighing, she turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. It was time to face the truth.

 

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