Today I’ve given Darry Fraser, author
of Anything for Love, permission to take over my blog. Darry will be awarding a
$25 Amazon gift card and an ecopy of Berry Flavours to a randomly drawn
commenter during the tour.
The most
romantic place in the world … even if I wasn’t there for romance.
Thank
you so much for having me as part of your blog.
Gee,
that is a hard one. There have been many places, some here in my home country
Australia and some overseas (I haven’t been to too any places – but high in the
Swiss alps springs to mind).
The
cabin in the area I write of in Anything
For Love is probably the most powerful on home soil. Well, Australis Island is a little bit not
real, but I think the atmosphere of the real place it’s fashioned on would have
to be the most romantic I have ever been.
Old
castles in England (not the draughty sort), the Swiss alps, the New Zealand
south coast wilderness walks – they’re all romantic, but nothing like the power
of isolated wilderness, wild weather, roaring log fires, the berry flavoured
deep red wines and the excellent food offered on Kangaroo Isl- I mean Australis Island.
The
rugged, untamed wilderness of the north west coast is quite spectacular, and
spectacularly lonely.
But
really, if you’re with your romantic hero or heroine and you’re warm, well fed,
well loved and safe, any place is the most romantic place in the world.
BLURB:
Tilla is the managing director of a temping staff agency who finds
herself enmeshed in Kent Taylor’s business world, which includes an IT
takeover. When she decides to work in his office as one of his temporary staff
members they clash, so she keeps her identity to herself. When they both decide
to take a break from their crazy business lives, they have no clue it’s at the
same place, in the same house and at the same time, on the isolated north west
coast of rugged Australis Island
She tells herself she can’t bear to be near him one moment longer
... until they find a way to be together. But when he has to suddenly leave
their hideaway and doesn’t give her a backward glance, she realises she
shouldn’t have done just anything for love.
Excerpt:
Her dream was a loud one. There was
stumbling and cursing, unlike any of her dreams before, but she was reluctant
to come awake ... too tired. She tossed
and moaned her protest, but when she heard the crash of a dozen bottles of wine
she bolted upright, wide awake, heart hammering and her throat suddenly
constricted.
She clutched the bed-clothes to her
chin, gulped in great breaths of air. Tried to shake herself fully awake.
The cursing and snarling continued,
the bottles crashing and clanging on the slate floor.
Terror struck her very soul.
There was a drunk in her little
haven.
Oh no, oh no ...
She couldn’t see a thing—it was
pitch outside, no moon. She leapt out of the bed dragging the sheet with her
and groping in the dark for her clothes. Where were her clothes—? Oh God—in the
bathroom ... how’d she possibly defend herself ... ?
Another curse and then another.
“What the bloody hell—?”
Stopped her frantic panic, covered
her mouth with one hand. She knew that voice. It was unmistakable. Tilla shook
herself. It couldn’t be. She must still be asleep … It just couldn’t be. Her
heart pounded.
“Who the bloody hell put that
there?” the gravelly voice boomed.
She tried to distil the solid block
of fear which weighed on her chest like a sack of potatoes.
There was no mistaking that voice.
No mistaking it at all.
I have been writing since a very young
age. I was the one at school with the home-penned plays and stories, the
entertaining ideas and the grand vision, believing I had great talent. Wrong.
I believed that because I could put
words on a page in a grammatically acceptable way and tell a reasonable story
that I was ‘an author’. Technically, I suppose I was, but the apprenticeship as
a ‘writer' – to labour the difference - is a long and hard road.
One day, I had what I still call a
little ‘thing’ – I saw my late grandfather in his World War One trench gear
talking to ‘me’ at my desk and suddenly the words flowed and so did the short
story which was published within two weeks in an Australian national women’s
magazine.
So I revisited all my short stories and
my novel-length stories and found success again with four short stories and
then two short novels in 2001/2.
Alas, life got in the way once more. I
kept writing, but in the dark so to speak. I used it as a means of escape, as a
retreat and I was able to create my own HEA or HFN.
Then life took another turn and I
figured that I had nothing to lose. I dusted off quite a number of manuscripts
and began to whip them into shape. At a serendipitous meeting with my current
publisher, Nicola at SteamEreads, she agreed to read my current work at the
time. It was a 67,000 word unedited
novel, which she accepted. It was published in June – Money For Blood.
Since then I have had three other novels
and two novellas accepted, all HEA/HFN.
I currently have four books published
with Steam eReads.
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Thanks for hosting!
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure.
DeleteGreat excerpt. This sounds like a fun story.
ReplyDeleteHi momJane - I'm waving!!!
DeleteThis is such a great excerpt definitely adding to my tbr!
ReplyDeleteHi Amy, thank you for dropping in. I hope it gets to your I've-read-it-and-highly-recommend-it pile :) xD
DeleteThank you for the excerpt, I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteHi Rita,
DeleteThank you - hope you read the rest and let me know what you think.
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Intriguing excerpt!
ReplyDeleteHi Readinpleasure - welcome along. Glad you could make it
DeleteI love that you based Australis Island on Kangaroo Island. It's such an amazing place. The perfect setting.
ReplyDeleteAha Lynda - where do you hail from and when were you on KI? Glad you could drop in - thank you!
DeleteI think that anywhere can be romantic.
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Mary, you are so right.
DeleteNice to 'see' you again. xD
Thank you so much, Nana Prah - loved it!
ReplyDeleteDarry xx
You're welcome. I'm glad you come on.
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