Fun post of Th Magic of Stars.
It’s TWG’s turn on ‘The Magic of Stars’ blog tour for Jackie Ladbury, and RaRaResources! Huge thanks to Rachel for the tour invite and the ARC of the book. Here is my review:
Sapphire Montrose always felt like a loser in the struggle of life, but when she becomes the airline manager of a run-down airline she starts to believe she is a winner – until she unwittingly propositions her new boss and all her hard work is undone.
In a moment of recklessness air stewardess, Sapphire Montrose throws caution and her dress to the wind by propositioning a handsome stranger in a hotel in Florence, only to find herself waking up alone and embarrassed in her hotel room.
Unfortunately for Sapphire, it turns out that her new boss, Marco Cavarelli, is the man she failed to seduce and she is now fighting for her job and her self-respect when he tells her there is…
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Hi everyone, hope you all had a great Christmas and are looking forward to a fabulous 2018. Just had to pop in to show you a picture of my wonderful Christmas present which brought tears to my eyes. My lovely husband and daughters surprised me with a dedication plaque that will sit on the handrail on Southwold pier. I’m really thrilled that apparently, I now own a bit of the pier, as I love Southwold and have been visiting the pier and beach for as long as I can remember.
Pretend you haven’t noticed the lack of a comma between Steve and Rosie x
If you have read my book, Air Guitar and Caviar will know just how thoughtful a gift this is. No spoilers, just in case you haven’t read it (yet!) but my guitar playing hero, Dylan, came from Southwold, and the pier plays a romantic part in the book. I now feel, fanciful though it may be, that Southwold will always keep a little piece of Air Guitar and Caviar, the novel of my heart, in its history.
Can’t wait for our next trip up to Southwold so I can see my plaque in situ. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that next year I might get one of Southwold’s beach huts for Christmas, but I won’t hold my breath!
While I’m on the subject of my books you might like to know that novel number two from the Blue Skies series, The Magic of Stars, is ready to be published and I am very excited to be putting the final touches to the gorgeous cover, designed, once again, by the very talented Berni Stevens. To me, the cover conjures up the essence of the novel completely: night skies in Florence, where my brooding Italian hero, Marco, first meets Sapphire – in a non-too flattering situation. Their initial mistrust of each other fades, as they travel to Edinburgh and the Scilly Isles together, in search of the perfect aircraft for Marco’s new airline. Brooding storms, starry, starry nights, and crashing waves play out around them as their attraction to each other deepens.
Met up with some of the lovely Write Romantics for a weekend of serious writing talk and unusually (for me, anyway!) not much serious drinking, although Jo cracked open a bottle of Lanson champagne to celebrate us getting together.
‘Little cat’ decided to do what she always does when I get out my suitcase, so I was in danger of being late as didn’t have the heart to move her! Bless!
Had such a great time in Derby meeting Sharon Booth for the first time and catching up with Helen Phifer who drove down from Barrow-in Furness, Jo Bartlett who drove up from Kent, and Jessica Redland who came down from Scarborough, picking up Sharon on the way.
Sharon knew all about Bonny Prince Charlie reaching Derby in his quest to conquer England before deciding it wasn’t worth the bother (or something ike that!) Here he is, sitting on his horse, looking decidely camp and a bit like he’s sucking a lemon!
We went to the book cafe which we thought was rather splendid and we wished there were more of them in England, and then went to a shop that sold Charlie Bears as Julie (Jessica) collects bears, but at £200 each they were a bit on the expensive side, although they are absolutely gorgeous and very tempting. We rounded off the weekend by going to see Paddington 2 at the cinema which was fabulous – especially the end bit where Hugh Grant dances in a pink outfit!
Oh, and I made a very new friend who I think might become an important part of my life. She’s called Raspberry Ripple Pom–pom (I kid you not!) and she jumped into my shopping basket when I wasn’t looking!
I thought I’d write a bit about my third novel which is still in progress, but I find myself, instead, wanting to tell you about the evening I spent last Friday at the Moutgrove Bothy in Finsbury park where chef, Luke Hunns, was demonstrating his amazing culinary skills.
Luke is normally to be found at The Chiltern Firehouse, a trendy restaurant in London where the ‘beautiful people’ hang out, so I felt quite privilidged to be able to chat to him about his menu in more casual surroundings. He told me how he’d tweeted Nuno Mendes at the Chiltern Firehouse to see if he was recruiting – he was, and Luke’s career path was set. Luke is now part of the team as a sous chef with responsibility for a team of co-workers and he loves his job. Anyway, back to the Mountgrove Bothy where the evening was kicking off and Luke was putting the finishing touches to his menu. I wished him luck but don’t think he needed it; every aspect of the evening was covered to make sure there were no glitches. As the evening progressed, we had some interesting and beautifully presented, delicious taster plates.
What struck me the most – apart from the amazing food, was how incredibly hard Luke worked, being a whirlwind of activity, whilst always having a moment to discuss his food or just to chat to the clientele. It made me realise that the chef in my novel, who seemed to spend most of his evening puffing smoke from his Gauloise cigarettes out of the window while occasionally tasting the food, was a far cry from how a real chef worked and Jake, my handsome chef, needed to get his arse into gear.
I’d initially named this novel Musical Chairs and then The Dating Game as it was about a woman stuck on an eternal cycle of dating – going around and around, trying to find somewhere to rest her weary heart. But as the novel progressed, I found it hard to relate to any of the men and actually the business of dating was a tad boring. Until I discovered ‘the one’. My flawed chef wasn’t even looking for love but I knew he was going to be the one to put the sparkle back in my heroine’s eyes. Of course he was not in the dating game at all – but that’s the course of true love for you – it never runs smoothly!
I deleted over fifteen thousand words of this novel to get it back on track, which broke my heart, more than my heroine’s when she found her boyfriend in bed with a drag queen. My handsome chef now actually does some cooking and the heroine, who is an actress, finally gets away from being a dancing turkey outside Asda. I also relocated both of them to St Albans, a city that I love and where my niece, who just happens to be an actress lives. (Don’t think she’s ever been a dancing turkey though!)
Watch this space for the release of the, as yet unnamed book number three- I’m guessing The Dancing Turkey might be a bit daft for a title! Next time I hope to bring you a cover reveal and date for my second novel, The Magic of Stars which is just waiting in the wings for the final touches to its cover. I’m quite excited if I say so myself!
As a family, we’ve been visiting Southwold for many years – used to have a tradition of driving up there on New Years Day, taking in Walberswick and Snape Maltings on the way back, but too many freezing, windy ‘wash-out’ trips where no one wanted to get out of the car, put a stop to that tradition.
I braved the weather last November because I knew I wanted a picture of Southwold Pier on the cover of my book. The brilliant cover designer Berni Stevens managed to make it look pretty and not so wintry so that my cover looked as if it was just made for summer reading! Coincidently there was a rather handsome man having photographs taken against the groynes – with a guitar slung over his back! It would have been perfect, except that my daughter more or less threatened me with a fate worse than death, if I approached him to see if I could take some photos. Such a shame as I’m sure The Fates had put him there just for me.
The little brass plates that are set all along the balustrade on the pier, where loved ones can be remembered or special occasions recorded, made me realise that Southwold would be the perfect setting for my lovely Dylan and Scarlett to fall in love (yes, she was lovely by the end of the book!) You can just see them, in the bottom corner – the brass plaques not Scarlett and Dylan!
And how could I not include the awesomely crazy Under the Pier Show with its rabid dog who dribbles and snaps at your fingers
and the fearsome prisoner, Crankenstein who roars and bares his teeth!
These were videos but they don’t appear to be working so if you really want to see Crankenstein and his friends, here’s a link. http://www.underthepier.com/
My dream, even before I became a ‘proper’ writer was to own one of the beach huts along Southwold seafront until I discovered how horrendously expensive they were. I even decided I’d call it Dormouse House (my nickname, when I was little, was Dormouse) – but then if PDJames could buy one, I don’t see why I can’t! #reachfor the sky
Ooh look, there’s me waving from my very own beach hut! One day indeed!