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Interview with Top Author Margaret Mayo

Today I’m delighted to bring you an interview with top novelist Margaret Mayo, whose latest book, Abby’s Unexpected Bodyguard, is her eightieth romance. To mark this amazing milestone, the ebook edition of Abby’s Unexpected Bodyguard also contains as a bonus  Destiny Paradise. This was Margaret’s first novel, published in 1976.

It’s lovely to welcome you here today, Margaret. Thanks for taking the time to drop by. The heroine of your latest book, Abby, is a successful business woman who runs her own salon. Lorna, in Destiny Paradise, was an executive secretary. That’s a dream job you don’t hear much about now that everyone writes their own emails. Has the profile of your readers also changed over the length of time you’ve been writing romance?

Most definitely. Some of my early readers would have had a blue fit if I’d written the sort of sex scenes I do now.  I remember an aunt of mine saying, ‘I enjoyed your book, Margaret, but – ’  And there was a pregnant silence.  My mother was unhappily no longer alive but I know her reaction would have been the same. I think most of my readers were so much older and inevitably had different views on what made good reading. Today’s readers want a good strong story line but they also want the excitement of a physical relationship to go along with it.

Tell us a bit about Abby’s Unexpected Bodyguard.

Abby is a beautician who has flown to Paris to attend a trade fair. Unfortunately nothing goes according to plan. She was met off the plane by a friend of her brother whom she had never seen before and knew nothing about. He insisted on giving her a lift to her hotel – where coincidentally he also was staying. The next morning he again insists on driving her to the place where she had reluctantly agreed to deliver a parcel for her brother. She is furious when he declares the area isn’t safe and speeds away before she can make her delivery. He even insists she check out of the hotel before driving her across France to Nantes. 

He seems to be taking over her life but she is grateful for his protection when a brute of a man turns up demanding the parcel and she begins to realise that whatever she is carrying may not be as innocent as she had thought.

It’s a roller coaster ride for Abby when on several other occasions she needs Temple’s protection, and the story does not even end when she returns home to England.

Your hero, Temple Townsend, takes it on himself to protect the formidably independent Abby. Alpha males have always been the ultimate hero, but do they have to show their credentials in different ways these days?

It generally depends on the storyline. In this book my hero was a real action man, physically jumping to Abby’s defence when the situation demanded it.  Having said that heroes have become tougher and more ‘heroic’, maybe even a little bit harder though not in a nasty way. The change has been subtle, though, and I’ve not consciously made the decision.

Where did you get the idea for Abby’s Unexpected Bodyguard? 

I wanted to create a situation where Abby, a strong, independent woman, suddenly had the rug pulled from under her feet. I only ever start my stories with the germ of an idea, so I decided to send her on a trip to Paris – and then have all her carefully made plans blown to pieces. That was as much as I knew. It was fun writing this story, creating problems and then overcoming them. For me, part of the excitement of writing, is not knowing what is going to happen next. When I introduced Temple’s step-brother, Liam, towards the end of the book I realised that I needed to tell his story too. It’s in the early stages at this moment but I’ll be sure to keep you informed of its progress.

What advice would you give to anyone who wants to write romance?

What advice would I give?  Read, read and then read some more. Read romances by your favourite authors but read others too. And I don’t mean read for pleasure. I mean read to see how each book is developed. Do character studies of your hero and heroine so that you get to know how they think and feel before you even put pen to paper. But most of all enjoy it. I’ve been writing for almost forty years now and the pleasure has not gone away. 
I think you’ve hit the nail on the head there, Margaret – if you enjoy what you’re writing, the words will flow much more easily and it won’t feel like work! Thank you for a great insight into Abby’s Unexpected Bodyguard and your working process.
You can find out more about Margaret and her books by visiting her website.

What changes in literary heroes and heroines have you noticed since you began reading for pleasure?
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Writing Fiction – Work In Progress, "Spirit" Part II

By NVTOFFICECLIPS

Thanks to everyone who contacted me to say how much they loved the opening paragraphs of my current work in progress, Spirit. Here for your delectation and delight is Episode 2. You’ll remember from Spirit Part 1 that Ruth returned home to find her house in chaos and her partner missing. Here’s what happens next. Don’t have nightmares…

There was no trace of the new TV, or its box. The whole home-entertainment system was missing. The only big feature now showing in their living room was a two-metre-wide space where Alan’s impressive collection of electronic equipment and discs should have been.
‘Where’s he put it all this time, Mum?’  Grace blinked through her thick spectacles.  
Ruth ran a finger along the mantelpiece, automatically checking for dust as she looked around the room. ‘I have absolutely no idea!  Unless…’ An awful thought struck her and she groaned.  ‘Oh, no!  Please don’t say he’s taken it up to the bedroom with him!’  
There wouldn’t be any space left to move. Alan’s stuff took up so much room, synchronised breathing was the most energetic thing that went on in there these days. Ruth puffed upstairs. Grace followed half a step behind her, as usual. They made it to the master bedroom in tandem – and then stopped dead.  
For once, there was plenty of space inside.  All the wardrobe doors stood wide open, and that hadn’t been possible since they first moved into the house. The dressing table had a gap-toothed smile where its drawers had been removed and dropped onto the bed.  Receipts and odd bits of jewellery spilled out over the duvet and onto the floor.
Thoughts spun through Ruth’s head, centred on a single word.  Burglars.  There must have been a break-in. 
‘Granny kept telling you thieves would come looking for that necklace, once we’d been on TV.’
Ruth didn’t need Grace to remind her of that. Heart pounding, she spun around to confront the girl.
‘Don’t be stupid! I made sure the interviewer knew the museum took it away from us.’
The necklace. That’s what all this must be about. If only Jack hadn’t come across the damned thing, Ruth thought. 
At the time, his discovery felt like a godsend. When Ruth was interviewed about the stunning Roman treasure on local TV, it silenced Melanie O’Keefe’s constant bragging for a few hours. That was all Ruth cared about.  Now it had come back to haunt her.
This can’t possibly have been burglars, she told herself.  Things like that only happened in the city, not out here in the wilds of Brackenridge. Summerleaze Close was such a nice place. Even Ruth’s mother didn’t actively hate it, and Anita Parrish loathed everyone everywhere and everything. That – and the fact Alan’s boss lived only a mile away  – was why they had moved here in the first place. 
Glancing round the room again, Ruth spotted her spare purse lying on the bedside table. It would have been in full view of any intruder. Holding her breath, she flipped it open. 
All the money and extra cards were still there. Her breath streamed out in relief.
‘Mum!  Mum!  Have you found the telly yet?’  
Jack was coming upstairs to look for her. Ruth pushed past him on her way down. She wanted to make a quick circuit of the ground floor. 
The back door was locked, and so were all the windows. She couldn’t understand it. Nothing that remained had been damaged or disturbed, yet quite a lot was missing. If this was the work of burglars, they’d been very selective.
‘Mum! Where’s the television?’
‘For God’s sake, Jack! How do you think I know? Your dad probably found something wrong with it, so he’s taken it back to the shop.  It was his pride and joy, so they won’t be parted for long. He must have taken some stuff to the dry cleaners, too. The lawnmower needed repairing. I hope there was room in his car for that as well.’ 
Ruth pulled open the thick lace curtains and peered out toward the tiny garden shed.  Alan had been promising to get that blasted machine mended for weeks.  The problem was, anything less than a ride-on mower was beneath his dignity, and there wasn’t the space to store one of those on the Summerleaze development.  These were new houses, with only serviette-sized plots. The garage was crammed with Alan’s abandoned projects, so there was only room for a small electric lawnmower. As Alan hated being seen hoovering the grass, it was a job Ruth usually took on after another overdose of Melanie O’Keefe’s snide remarks.
She tried Alan’s mobile number. It was switched off. He kept his business BlackBerry on all the time – Christmas and funerals included – so she tried that next.  The worst she expected was the “out of office” message he put on whenever he worked from home. What she hadn’t anticipated was Alan’s recorded voice saying he would be away for two weeks. 

The winner of the last extract’s comment-draw was TashNZ – please email me via my website, Tash, and I’ll get your prize into the post for you asap.

I’d love to know what you think of this latest extract: once again there’s a signed book from my backlist for a comment picked at random.
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Exotic Vistors…

Every morning I pull back the bathroom curtains to see what the weather’s like before heading out on my morning run. Every morning the view over the vegetable garden is exactly the same (give or take a few beehives) until last Saturday morning. Two fallow bucks were calmly munching their way through some young apple trees! OH and I dashed downstairs  to try and get them out without wrecking the place. Luckily it was only five am, so the neighbours didn’t see us hopping about in the cold, wet grass in our night kit trying to improve the fencing. The next morning the deer got in again somewhere else, and started to eat the lower branches of an old mulberry tree. They must have been driven out to the edge of the forest by logging, so until we can get some deer-proof fencing our poor garden is under threat. The deer seem to do a circuit of the village, following the same route each night before retiring back into the trees so I’ve managed to outwit them the last few mornings. I get up earlier than their ETA at our boundary and re-route my morning run to go between their route and our boundary. They then bypass our garden and head straight into the wood but it won’t be long before they realise I’m just a paper tiger. Then our poor fruit and vegetables will be under threat again. 
It’s lovely to see such graceful creatures, despite their huge appetites. It set me thinking about the other unusual things we’ve seen here at Tottering Towers over the years. A lost racing pigeon took up residence for a few days after the great gale a few years ago. A golden oriole once spent a day in the oak trees behind the house, chortling away in the hope of a mate. We often get a goshawk passing through, as they nest only a couple of miles away. Last year I spent ages in a hide at Slimbridge hoping to see a newly arrived bittern, only to surprise one while on a walk a few days later. To add insult to injury, at dusk that same night it flew very low over our house, on its way into Wales.  A few weeks ago, a red kite floated over which was a really special moment for me. When I was a member of the old Young Ornithologists’ Club, there were only about six kites in the whole British Isles. Now the reintroduction scheme seems to be taking on a life of its own, and in some places like the Chiltern hills they’re almost common!
There’s only one exotic feathered visitor I really wouldn’t welcome here, and that’s a bee eater. They’re really beautiful, but with the recent bad weather and the chance of getting their homes knocked about by visiting deer, my poor bees are in enough trouble already! What’s the most unusual thing you’ve seen in your neighbourhood? 
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Focus On…Elaine Lowe

I’m delighted to welcome Elaine Lowe onto my blog today, to talk about her latest release.


Hi Christina, thank you so much for having me as a guest on your blog. I’m Elaine Lowe, and I am happy to announce that my latest book, http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9413-magic-eights.aspx Magic Eights, is out today! Short but hot, Magic Eights tells the story of a happily married couple that still has a lot to learn about one another, and the touch of magic that helps them to do it. What is a woman to do with eight copies of the man she loves? Have a lot of exhausting fun!

This book is light-hearted and fun, a departure from some of my more plot-intense, research heavy historicals. I really had a lot of fun writing this summery romp, and I hope you have fun reading it.
Check out my website, http://elainelowenovels.com/ Elaine Lowe Novels and follow me on twitter at http://twitter.com/#!/elainelowe
Have fun and keep reading! 
Elaine Lowe
Here’s an excerpt from Magic Eights to whet your appetite…


Will stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the soap-obscured view of her
naked body and flashing her a brief but devastating grin that still made her heart go
pitter-patter.
“Hello my water nymph. How do you find your bath? And is that incense I smell?”
He turned away from her and to the toilet, nonchalantly taking a piss, while she
observed the curve of his ass in the ancient pair of khaki shorts that he wore.
“Bath’s searing hot, just like this nymph likes it. And no, the scent is something
Esme sent us for our anniversary.” She looked him up and down. “Care to join me?”
Her voice dripped with invitation, but she knew he didn’t share her particular fetish for
baths.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! It’s like ninety-five in the house, and it’s only going
to get hotter. How you can stand to take a hot bath in this weather is beyond my ken!”
With a drip and a zip and a quick wash of his hands, he turned back to her, his eyes
eating her up and making her throb even more than she had been. With his dark
shining eyes carrying that edge of lust and his wicked goatee reminding her how much
she liked the drag of his chin against her thighs, she was practically melting with need
for him. But she didn’t let it show. Her appetite for him was simply ridiculous after all
the years they’d been together and she’d never been completely comfortable letting it
all out. He was everything she ever wanted, and she didn’t feel like scaring him off
now.
Will seemed to read something in her expression though, and he looked apologetic.
“I promise to take a bath and have fun with you when it’s not scorching hot. Besides, I
just got a call from work and the server is having a meltdown. I’ve got to log on and fix
it before the CFO starts having kittens. Which would be bad, because he’s very allergic
to cats.”
Susanna crinkled her brow and blinked. Will always did have a cock-eyed sense of
humor. She loved it and the unexpected twists his brain would occasional make. “But
you are supposed to relax this weekend! You’ve been…”
“I know, I’m stressed out and I desperately need to get away from the computer.
But I’m an addict, what can I say. And I think I’ve done quite a bit of restorative
relaxing.” His eyes flickered over her once again and that lazy lecherous smile
appeared, the one that could make her blush like a sixteen-year-old virgin. “So let me
go off and slay some electronic dragons, or fix some bugs, and I shall return to indulge
in all the bounty milady has to offer.” With a wink, he turned around and shut the door,
leaving her in the swirling steam and foamy water of her bath. All alone.
His parting words had sent all kinds of naughty images tickling her brain…

Passion in  a sultry bathroom – exactly the thing to put the zing back into a marriage! 
Thanks for blogging here today, Elaine, and good luck with Magic Eights!