I'm delighted to welcome Morton Gray back to my blog. Apart from us both having books published last week, I've discovered we have another thing in common - a love of castles. Over to you, Morton!

Thank you for having me over on your blog, Tora. I was trying to think of a link between us and decided that it might be appropriate to talk about my love of castles. Why? Well you write wonderful historical novels with castles in them and the hero of my contemporary romantic suspense novel The Truth Lies Buried lives in a wooden castle which he built himself.

I developed a love of castles at a very early age. Captivated by the tales of King Arthur and the knights of the round table, I wandered around Tintagel Castle on holiday, convinced that I would be the one to find the lost sword Excalibur! I always wanted one of those tall veiled hats – a hennin – that medieval women wore and, of course, I have always fantasied about being rescued by a knight in shining armour.
 
When my eldest son was small, we used to attend battle re-enactments, many held in the grounds of castles. We went to a re-enactment of the battle of Hastings, other Saxon and Norman skirmishes and English Civil war battles too.

I’m not sure I could give you a definitive list of all of the castles I’ve visited, but these include: Powis, Dudley, Bridgnorth, Harlech, Croft, Conwy, Lindisfarne, Hastings, Bamburgh, Warkworth, Ludlow, Caernarfon, Criccieth, Ashby de la Zouch, Kenilworth, Barnard, Beaumaris, Berry Pomeroy, Berwick, Bowes, Dartmouth, Doon, Goodrich, Helmsley, Hartlebury, Harvington, Middleham, Nottingham, Plymouth, Richmond, Stokesay, Tintagel, Warwick, Windsor and that’s just off the top of my head.

Castle structures have always held a fascination for me. I love the turrets, the winding staircases and the enclosed walled living spaces. So when, at a descriptive writing workshop, I was asked to write about an advertising postcard for wooden garden buildings depicting a wooden castle in amongst trees, Tree Tops, the home of my hero Carver Rodgers in The Truth Lies Buried was born.
 
Here’s a short extract from the novel when my heroine, Jenny, comes across the castle:-

“At last, she spotted a building. She began to make her way towards it, squealing as an icy drop of water dripped from a branch down the back of her neck.

She stopped dead.

My goodness. Am I in a dream?

Jenny stood still, shocked at the wonder of the structure in front of her.

The building was a fairy-tale castle, made of wood, not stone. Nestled against two huge trees, it blended into its surroundings. There was a small clearing in front of the house, but the trees grew close around the other three sides. The bronze carpet of autumn leaves echoed the browns of the wood. She admired the symmetry of two turrets and two balconies. Glass in the upper arched windows sparkled in the bright sunlight that had appeared after the earlier rainstorm. Once again, she had the feeling of having stepped into an alternate reality.

Who lived in a house like this?

Walking up the wide staircase towards the front door, Jenny’s hand lingered on the silky-smooth banister. The smell of woodsmoke began to fill the air, drifting from further away into the trees. She admired an ornate heart, looking almost like lace rather than woodcarving and linking capital letters ‘C’ and ‘B’ above the doorway.

There was no response to her knock, but as the chainsaw had started up again and dominated the airwaves, she might have missed a shout from within. Her confidence began to wither away. She contemplated returning to her car and forgetting her new business venture altogether.

As the thought of running away surfaced, the memory of the anguish of the past few months hit her full force and she knew she couldn’t give in now, not when she was at last making progress. She had to move on from her mother’s death and make a new life for herself.

Back straight, head high, get on with it. The words, and the voice that echoed them in her head, were again her mother’s. It was one of her mum’s often used phrases. Her mother may physically be gone, but she lived on in Jenny’s head and Jenny supposed she always would.

With renewed determination, she went back down the steps and across the clearing, weaving through the trees in the direction of the overwhelming sound of the saw.

Another clearing lay ahead and she noticed a man moving. As she got closer, she could see he wore faded blue overalls, huge ear defenders and goggles. With movements reminiscent of a boxer trying to decide when to strike, he appeared to be sizing up a tree trunk propped up on the ground. The chainsaw purred in his hands and his body braced as he moved in and connected with the wood. Shavings rained through the air.

The howl of the saw began to make her head thud and her pulse race. Watching the man carving was like observing an intimate scene between lovers, as he shaped the log. There was something fascinating about the undulations of his back and his deliberate movements, as his strong arms handled the heavy saw like a paintbrush. She watched mesmerised as the shape of a bird began to emerge from the wooden block. The man ducked and dived, wielding the saw with obvious skill. Jenny’s best pair of smart shoes sank deeper into the muddy leaf mould as she waited patiently for him to notice her.

Suddenly, a huge grey dog leapt out of the undergrowth. The animal was as tall as Jenny when it jumped up, close enough for her to see flashes in his eyes. She backed against a tree, her heart in her mouth, stifling a scream. The dog circled around her, barking and snarling. Climbing out of harm’s way was impossible in her tight skirt, even if she could climb a tree. Enormous teeth came close to her face and saliva dripped from the animal’s jaws. Jenny clutched her handbag in front of her and stood as still as she could, given that she was shaking so violently. Scared of passing out, she closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle.

After what seemed a lifetime, during which she’d had plenty of time to imagine being eaten by the baying dog, the chainsaw silenced.

‘Wilf, away. Come here, you mangy beast.’

Jenny chanced opening her eyes. The dog retreated instantly in response to the man’s words. She sank down to the ground, her terror taking away all care for her suit.

The chainsaw man came towards her, removing his ear defenders as he walked. He took off his goggles, revealing slate grey eyes that showed concern, but maybe a hint of amusement too. Wood shavings coated his long curly hair.

 ‘Are you all right? I wasn’t expecting visitors.’

Jenny stuttered when she finally found her voice. ‘You w-weren’t ex-expecting me?’

‘No.’

‘But you rang me? Unless I have totally the wrong place.’ Her voice sounded much higher in pitch than normal.

A look of puzzlement passed across his features and then his whole body tensed.

‘You’re the cleaning lady. My brother-in-law, Kieron, said he’d rung you. I’d completely forgotten.’

Jenny attempted a smile, while she contemplated how she felt about being called a cleaning lady.

He took off a thick glove and extended his hand”

About The Truth Lies Buried
 
Two children in a police waiting room, two distressed mothers, a memory only half remembered …
 
When Jenny Simpson returns to the seaside town of Borteen, her childhood home, it’s for a less than happy reason. But it’s also a chance for her to start again.
 
A new job leads to her working for Carver Rodgers, a man who lives alone in a house that looks like it comes from the pages of a fairy tale – until you see the disaster zone inside …
 
As Jenny gets to know Carver she begins to unravel the sadness that has led to his chaotic existence. Gradually they realise they have something in common that is impossible to ignore – and it all links back to a meeting at a police station many years before.
 
Could the truth lie just beneath their feet?
 
 
Biography for Morton S. Gray
 
Morton lives with her husband, two sons and Lily, the tiny white dog, in Worcestershire, U.K. She has been reading and writing fiction for as long as she can remember, penning her first attempt at a novel aged fourteen. She is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and The Society of Authors.
 
Her debut novel The Girl on the Beach was published after she won Choc Lit Publishing Search for a Star competition. The story follows a woman with a troubled past as she tries to unravel the mystery surrounding her son’s headteacher, Harry Dixon. This book is available as a paperback and e-book.
 
Morton’s second book for Choc Lit The Truth Lies Buried is another romantic suspense novel, the book tells the story of Jenny Simpson and Carver Rodgers as they uncover secrets from their past. This book is available as an e-book, paperback and audiobook from 12 March 2019.
 
Christmas at Borteen Bay was published in November 2018 and is Morton’s first Christmas novella. It is set in her fictional seaside town of Borteen and follows the story of Pippa Freeman who runs the Rose Court Guesthouse with her mother and local policeman Ethan Gibson as they unravel a family secret as Christmas approaches.
 
Morton previously worked in the electricity industry in committee services, staff development and training. She has a Business Studies degree and is a fully qualified Clinical Hypnotherapist and Reiki Master. She also has diplomas in Tuina acupressure massage and energy field therapy. She enjoys crafts, history and loves tracing family trees. Having a hunger for learning new things is a bonus for the research behind her books.
 
You can catch up with Morton on her website www.mortonsgray.com, on
Twitter - @MortonSGray, her Facebook page – Morton S. Gray Author - https://www.facebook.com/mortonsgray/ and
Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/morton_s_gray/
 
Purchasing links for The Truth Lies Buried at http://www.choc-lit.com/dd-product/the-truth-lies-buried/

I'm thrilled to welcome Bella Osborne to my blog today. Bella's latest book, Coming Home to Ottercombe Bay, is out this week. Congratulations, Bella! I've been really looking forward to reading it.

Tell me about the setting for Coming Home to Ottercombe Bay.

Ottercombe Bay is a typical small seaside town on the south Devon coast. It is thriving in summer but just a few locals rattle around come winter. The traditional meets the modern world on Ottercombe Bay beach as half is set aside for the traditional fishing boats that still set sail from the bay daily and half is filled with deckchairs for the many tourists that descend on the small town in the summer months. It’s a small community who look out for each other and we get to know some of the quirky locals during the book.

Was it inspired by a real place?

Ottercombe Bay is a fictional seaside town but it takes a few of its characteristics from a number of places in the West Country including Beer in Devon and West Bay and Lyme Regis in Dorset. I can also pin point it on a map for you if you like? [Yes, please!] Look at a map of Devon and follow the River Otter down from Otterton and where it meets the sea is where I envisaged Ottercombe Bay being located. The derelict railway building was based on the one at West Bay which is now a restaurant.

Do you have a firm idea of the layout? For example, have you drawn maps or diagrams?

Yes, I have drawn a map of Ottercombe Bay and I can picture it like Google Street View in my mind. Is that odd? [Only if I'm odd, too!]

Do you have any special routine, visual aids, etc to get you into the right ‘place’ when writing?

I like to use Pinterest when I’m planning my stories. I’m very visual so it helps me to picture my main characters and setting. Here’s a link to the board I created for Ottercombe Bay https://www.pinterest.co.uk/bellaosborne9/ottercombe-bay/

What’s the first book you read where the setting made a vivid impression?

It was I Capture The Castle by Dodie Smith. I longed to live in the Mortmain’s dilapidated castle and swim in the moat.

Have you ever chosen a book purely based on its setting? If so, what was it and why did the setting appeal?

Not really, unless Harry Potter counts because with each book I longed to be taken back to Hogwarts.

Blurb:

Ottercombe Bay was originally published as a four-part serial. This is the complete story in one package.

Daisy Wickens has returned to Ottercombe Bay, the picturesque Devon town where her mother died when she was a girl. She plans to leave as soon as her great uncle’s funeral is over, but Great Uncle Reg had other ideas. He’s left Daisy a significant inheritance – an old building in a state of disrepair, which could offer exciting possibilities, but to get it she must stay in Ottercombe Bay for twelve whole months.

With the help of a cast of quirky locals, a few gin cocktails and a black pug with plenty of attitude, Daisy might just turn this into something special. But can she ever hope to be happy among the ghosts of her past?


About the author: 

Bella has been jotting down stories as far back as she can remember but decided that 2013 would be the year that she finished a full length novel. In 2016, her debut novel, 'It Started At Sunset Cottage', was shortlisted for the Contemporary Romantic Novel of the Year and RNA Joan Hessayon New Writers Award.

Bella's stories are about friendship, love and coping with what life throws at you. She likes to find the humour in the darker moments of life and weaves these into her stories. Bella believes that writing your own story really is the best fun ever, closely followed by talking, eating chocolate, drinking fizz and planning holidays.

She lives in The Midlands, UK with her lovely husband and wonderful daughter, who thankfully, both accept her as she is (with mad morning hair and a penchant for skipping).

For more about Bella, visit her website at www.bellaosborne.com or follow her on Twitter - @osborne_bella

Purchase Links:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Coming-Home-Ottercombe-Bella-Osborne-ebook/dp/B078QYQRLL/
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Coming-Home-Ottercombe-Bella-Osborne/dp/0008258155/
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/coming-home-to-ottercombe-bay

I’m delighted to welcome Eleanor Harkstead to the blog today, chatting about the “Captain” books she’s co-written with Catherine Curzon. Thanks for taking part, Eleanor. Over to you!

Tell me about the setting for The Captain and the Cricketer.

The novel is set in the Sussex village of Longley Parva. It's a charming English village set in rolling hills.

Was it inspired by a real place?

I write collaboratively with Catherine Curzon so our settings will be a blend (sometimes subconsciously) of places that both of us know, but we won't necessarily be drawing on the same places. For me, Longley Parva is a patchwork of villages I've known or visited or seen on television! That said, the village is set specifically in the South Downs, so we looked at photos of villages in that area, such as the delightfully named Ditchling, which gives us a feel for the architecture and the types of building materials that are used there. We hunted down photos of the houses that the main characters live in, and discussed the decor so that each of us could "see" it and if needs be we had the information at hand to be able to describe it.


Our first novel that we wrote together, The Captain and the Cavalry Trooper, is partly set in a chateau in northern France. I had a specific chateau in mind, which I was fascinated by as a child on trips to that area. So I found photos of it and shared them with Catherine. But the actual chateau in the novel isn't exactly that one - I've never been inside the original, or seen its stables or grounds so all of that detail came from our imaginations.

Do you have a firm idea of the layout? For example, have you drawn maps or diagrams?

Writing together, we have an idea of the layout of the village, the house, the chateau etc, but we're not pedantic about it. With The Captain and the Cricketer, we decided features such as Henry having a gravel driveway up to his crumbling manor house, and a lake in his garden. We decided that there would be a meadow between his house and the cottage that George is staying in. So they're neighbours, but not quite! Then we fill in details like the village pub, the cricket pavilion, etc.

We don't go into great detail about directions. Do we need to know that Henry turned left out of his driveway unless this information is crucial to the plot? Not really. For example, I'd write "He turned out of his driveway, heading towards the village through the leafy lane." I've read books where the author has gone into unnecessary depth with turning this way or that way, and while I appreciate that's what they can see in their head as their character pootles about, or they're following the route on a map as they write, it just confuses me and I lose track! "Oh no, was he meant to have turned left there?" Unless you give the reader a map, and unless it's vital, I don't think all that "he turned left, then he turned right, then he doglegged round" business is required - I won't remember all that when he drives through the same area again and it hinders the reader. I might say a particular building is "At the entrance to the village" but that's only if it's important. It's tempting to drop in a huge amount of exposition telling the reader where all the bits and bobs of the village are, insisting the reader sees the locale just as the author does, but I feel that just gets in the way.

It's really important for authors to remember that just as the village you're writing about is probably based on places you've known, it's exactly the same for the reader. They'll see their own crumbling manor house, their own lake and driveway, their own leafy lane. And that's absolutely fine - that's, I think, how you can engage readers. Without even knowing they're doing it, the reader is hooking up their imagination to your words.

We have drawn a diagram once, though, when we were working out the position of everyone around a table at dinner!

Do you have any special routine, visual aids, etc to get you into the right ‘place’ when writing?

While I'm working on fiction I always have a piece of my brain ticking over where that place and those characters live. So I could be at the day job, or peeling potatoes, and the novel is there, like a daydream. So I can dip in and out quite easily, and the characters chatter away, and I can see them and their world just as clearly as I can see the one I physically live in.

What’s the first book you read where the setting made a vivid impression?

Jill Murphy's Worst Witch novels, closely followed by M M Kaye's The Ordinary Princess. I was fascinated by the castle where the witches' school was based - it reminded me of the primary school I went to at the time, which was in a creepy old Gothic house!

A large part of The Ordinary Princess - at least, how I remember it after a few (ahem) years - is set in a forest, and I remember it being described so beautifully that I could feel the springy, emerald moss under my feet and see the sun shining through the leaves over my head. I absolutely loved that novel!

Have you ever chosen a book purely based on its setting? If so, what was it and why did the setting appeal?

I read Laurie Lee's As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning because it's partly set in an area of Spain I know quite well, but it's set just before the Spanish Civil War. It's part of Lee's memoir, and it was really interesting to be taken back through time on a trip to an area I know. Certain aspects haven't changed, but quite a lot has - there's so many highrise hotels along the waterfront, but fishermen still draw their boats up onto the beach.

Blurb:

Henry Fitzwalter is a solid sort of chap. An uptight countryside vet and no stranger to tweed, he is the lonely inhabitant of crumbling Longley Parva Manor.

Captain George Standish-Brookes is everyone’s favourite shirtless TV historian. Heroic, handsome and well-travelled, he is coming home to the village where he grew up.

Henry and George’s teenage friendship was shattered by the theft of a cup, the prize in a hard-fought, very British game of cricket. When they resolve their differences thanks to an abandoned foal, it’s only a matter of time before idyllic Longley Parva witnesses one of its wildest romances, between a most unlikely couple of fellows.   

Yet with a golf-loving American billionaire and a money-hungry banker threatening this terribly traditional little corner of Sussex, there’s more than love at stake. A comedy of cricket, coupling and criminality, with a splash of scandal!

Purchase links:

The Captain and the Cavalry Trooper:  mybook.to/captaincavalry
The Captain and the Cricketer:  mybook.to/captaincricketer

About Eleanor Harkstead

Eleanor Harkstead likes to dash about in nineteenth-century costume, in bonnet or cravat as the mood takes her. She knows rather a lot about poisons, and can occasionally be found wandering old graveyards. Eleanor is very fond of chocolate, wine, tweed waistcoats and nice pens. Her large collection of vintage hats would rival Hedda Hopper’s.

Originally from the south-east of England, Eleanor now lives somewhere in the Midlands with a large ginger cat who resembles a Viking.

Links:
www.eleanorharkstead.co.uk
www.facebook.com/eleanorharkstead
www.twitter.com/e_harkstead

Today I’m thrilled to welcome Mick Arnold to my blog, talking about the setting of his novel, The Season For Love. Take it away, Mick.

Tell me about the setting for The Season For Love.

The best way to describe where 'The Season for Love' is just some generic village that's somewhere in my mind.


Was it inspired by a real place?

Following on from the above really.. Not really. My lady wife and I have had a lot of holidays in the UK these last few years and so have spent a lot of time in little, picturesque English villages, so it's an amalgam of all of those. Though I suspect there's an element of Midsummer Murders in there too (without so many bodies though).

Do you have a firm idea of the layout? For example, have you drawn maps or diagrams?

No. With hindsight though, that would be a good idea. If I ever write a sequel though, then I'd give it a go. I do know of authors who do do maps of their locations, sometimes including them in their books too. I know Milly Johnson did one in her last book, and I think Sue Moorcroft has one for herself of Middledip (one of my favourite places to lose myself by the way).


Do you have any special routine, visual aids, etc to get you into the right ‘place’ when writing?

I certainly have to be in the right mood. If I'm in a dark place, then the writing tends to be of the same tone, which can be useful, but if I want to write something light, I sometimes have to wait. However, I can't tend to write in the quiet. There has to be music of a film on in the background.


What’s the first book you read where the setting made a vivid impression?

Easy. When I was at school, we had to read 'The Silver Sword' by Ian Serrallier. It's a book about Jewish children refugees at the tale end of World War II/just afterwards and the descriptions were vivid and so powerful to a thirteen year old mind. It is a truly insipring book.


Have you ever chosen a book purely based on its setting? If so, what was it and why did the setting appeal?

Am I allowed to say Terry Pratchett's Discworld series? Is that a valid location? Well, that's what I choose. Now, I just need to develop his sense of humour!

About Mick:

Mick lives in darkest Northamptonshire with his Lady Wife and a psychotic cat, Drucilla, aka ‘The Anti-Kitty’. He’d been writing on and off for a number of years before deciding to give it a serious go in 2010, the final results of which remain safely locked away.

After discovering a belated love for romantic literature, he joined the Romantic Novelists’ Association New Writer’s Scheme in 2013, graduating with the release of his debut novel, ‘The Season for Love’, in 2017.

He is an active member of the RNA and enjoys the various branch meetings throughout the year. A keen movie lover as well as writer, he finds a lot of his inspiration from various songs he hears on the radio and, subsequently (through there not being enough hours in the day), holds a grudge against Radio 2 for providing him with multiple story ideas.

In a previous life, Mick served in the Royal Air Force for fifteen years, seeing much of the world at HM the Queen’s expense; which worked out nicely for everyone concerned. He much prefers writing to working and looks forward to the time when he can call his writing desk his workplace.

Twitter - @Mick859
Facebook Author Page – M W Arnold Author

Extract:

You never get over a broken heart. You just paper over the cracks and try to keep going.

Goodnight Richie. I miss you.

Pressing a kiss to the picture she kept on her bedside table, she placed her diary down and turned off the light. Staring into the darkness, Chrissie could do nothing but wait for the tears to start. It had been the same routine each and every night since that terrible day eighteen months ago and tonight would be no different. So, drawing the duvet tighter, she succumbed to reliving the day that her husband had been killed. Drawing her knees towards her chest, she let the guilt and tears flood out until exhausted, she collapsed into the usual haunted slumber.

§ § §

The next day dawned way too early and through bloodshot brown eyes. Swinging her feet out of bed, Chrissie shuffled into the tatty pair of her husband’s slippers, tugged on her old fluffy white dressing gown and reluctantly made her way to the bathroom. She shrugged her shoulders and slid the mirror on the bathroom cabinet sideways. Looking at her reflection was not something that she wanted to deal with that morning. Ten minutes later, she’d tied her shoulder length auburn hair back into a pony-tail and pulled on a pair of black jeans, matching pullover and a pair of yellow Doc Martens that clashed horribly with the rest of her outfit. Everyone at school had been nagging her to add a bit of color to the predominantly black she’d taken to wearing and she’d found that Richie’s old boots fitted her perfectly; so long as she wore a thick pair of socks.

Working in the school’s IT Department had been her first job after she’d left university and it was where she’d met Physical Education teacher Richard Stewart. It so happened that they’d been starting on the same day and consequently, they’d spent the whole day trawling through the usual endless orientation and paperwork and found they’d gotten on like the proverbial house on fire. When they’d been introduced and he’d said, ‘call me Mr. Fit Guy or MFG for short,’ and she hadn’t either laughed out loud or slapped his face, an unspoken understanding had flashed between them and, as they left the premises later that afternoon, they’d wandered off to the nearest pub and spent until closing time talking about everything and nothing and loving every minute.

Grabbing her bag, Chrissie locked the car and trudged up the steps of Parkway Grange Primary School, through the still empty atrium and down the corridor towards her shared office. If she was lucky, she’d be able to settle at her desk before her boss got in. She loved Annie Suso, but though they were best friends, she was getting a little tired of starting each day by being asked how she was doing? Annie wasn’t saying the actual words these days, but Chrissie was finding it very annoying at how much you could put into a raised eyebrow!

As the door opened, she knew her luck was out, so she plastered on her most convincing smile and looked up into her friend’s emerald green eyes. The daily routine followed its expected course. Annie didn’t need to know that she’d rushed out of her cottage that morning because the stupid radio DJ had insisted upon playing “their song”.

Picking up the To-Do list, she scanned down it for the most mind-numbing job, quickly locating a teacher who’d been using his DVD tray as a cup holder. Grabbing her diary from her bag, she told Annie where she was going and that she’d see her later. One of the benefits of working with her best friend was that she had the freedom to do pretty much what she wanted, it being just the pair of them in the whole department. The children were just starting to arrive so hurrying along the corridor she nipped into the staff toilets, opened a cubicle door, sat down on the seat and took out her diary.

‘Hi Richie. Well, things are still the same as yesterday, and the day before and the day before that. You know, I visualize you watching over me, it’s the only comfort I have. Oh, I could sit here all day and talk to you, just like we used to in the common room. Do you remember how many times we were called in to see the Headmistress because I’d made you late for your classes? Felt very much like a kid, but I miss those times so much.

Right, sorry, got to go and see some idiot about a computer now.

Love you babe. I miss you.’

§ § §

Driving home that night, Chrissie wondered for the thousandth time why she didn’t change jobs and move away. Truth was she didn’t want to be too far from Richard’s grave. He’d grown up in Parkway Grange, been educated in the same Primary school, then the neighboring village’s Secondary and finally the College in the nearest town five miles away. He’d only been away to University to get his Physical Education Degree and then hot-footed it back when he’d lucked out with the offer of Physical Education teacher at the Village’s Primary school. Then, he had died in the village.

Automatically, she took a left turn before her cottage and parked up outside the cemetery. It was a typical late November evening so sighing resignedly she put up her umbrella as she got out of the car and, shielding her face as best she could from the rain, pushed open the gate and strolled down the pathway to the shade of an ancient beech tree. Sitting down on the bench, she leant forward, ignoring the dripping of the rainwater down her neck and brushing some leaves off the small granite headstone, focused on the most important words in the world:
See you in my dreams Richie. Forever, Your beloved Chrissie



Purchase Links:

Amazon UK: amzn.eu/dtLYu3x

Kobo UK: tinyurl.com/ydb9em2x

Amazon US: tinyurl.com/ya88xjn3

Kobo US: tinyurl.com/ycvage9b

I’m delighted to welcome Anne Harvey to my blog today. Thank you for taking part, Anne!

You’ve written two books so far, A Suitable Young Man and the follow-up novel Bittersweet Flight. Tell me about the setting for these books. Was it inspired by a real place?

That’s an easy one to answer. I based both the books on a real place, Horwich, a small former mill town in Lancashire. I’ve been told by writer friends that it’s always a risk to use a real place as people tend to see themselves as characters, even more risky if the character is flawed. For instance, I had to be particularly careful about naming my villain! He’s in both books and in the third book in the series, which I’m working on at the moment. They’re nostalgic tales of family, friendship, love, loyalty and loss set in 1950s Lancashire, a time when rock and roll first came to Britain and, hopefully, reflect the social attitudes of what was seen as a new Elizabethan era.

Which brings me to my next question, do you have any idea of the layout or maps?  

Well, Horwich is my home town and, although I spent much of my childhood with my parents living in domestic service, I spent my formative teenage years there. Because of this, the layout is imprinted on my mind, especially the places where we used to hang out as teenagers. As the timing is the 1950s, that’s how I remember it. During that period, it was a thriving, bustling sort of place, with the massive Locomotive Works and three cotton mills. It’s that vibrant period that I hope I’ve captured in the books. Now, with the Works and the cotton mills long since closed and a retail park built a couple of miles away, it’s mere shadow of its former self, though there are signs of new life, like the former butchers/abbatoir that is now a trendy coffee shop called, ironically, ‘The Cow Shed.’

The only visual aids I have are a reasonably up-to-date street-map of the town to refresh an ageing memory and an old street-map dating from the early 20th century. Obviously some things had changed by the 1950s but, because the first half of the 20th century wasn’t a particularly affluent period, not by that much.

Interestingly, part of my third book is set on an RAF base. Because of ongoing security problems, my base is completely fictional, though it is loosely based on a real RAF base in similar location. In this instance, I did lots of research on the internet and also obtained a couple of brilliant books about what life was like around that time for a serviceman’s wife. That’s been fun to do! The rest of the book is still centred around Horwich though, and yes, readers will be pleased to know that my villain does get his come-uppance.

What’s the first book you remember where the setting made a vivid impression?

Now you’re asking! At my advanced age, I must have read thousands of books so it’s hard to be specific. Having said that, one series that does stick in my mind for its setting is the ‘Clan of The Cave Bear’ by Jean Auel. That’s because it’s set in a pre-historic time and some of the descriptions of the various landscapes and the way of living are portrayed vividly. As one of my interests is archaeology, I found these books particularly fascinating.

What are you working on at the moment?

As I’ve said previously, it’s the third book in the series, working title In The Thick of It. I’ve written the first draft and completed an initial edit but it needs a lot more work before it will be ready for publication. Fortunately for me, I’m independently published and can work at my own speed. At my time of life, I don’t need the pressure of working to a deadline!

I’ve also been putting together a collection of short stories with the theme of everyday angels and I had hoped that this would be available for pre-order by the time your blog came out. Unfortunately, a problem with the cover has been discovered so that needs to be resolved first.

Looking into the future, my dearest ambition is to write a ‘real’ historical novel and I’ve already done lots of research. Again, and importantly, the setting will be Horwich but it will be in the 18th century when Horwich was a sleepy little village until a prominent Lancashire family, the Ridgways, decided to base their bleaching and dyeing business there. Although it will be fictional, much of the action will be around the Ridgway family and their influence on the town. And to whet your appetite, one of their descendants is a well-known ex-Prime Minister!

About Anne

Anne has written many family history articles and short stories published in national magazines. Having been unsuccessful in finding either an agent or a publisher, she took the decision to self-publish, a decision she has never regretted. She has published two family sagas, A Suitable Young Man ( www.tinyurl.com/qy9yth7) and Bittersweet Flight (www.tinyurl.com/zmnek57) and has enjoyed considerable sales success, not only in the UK, but also among ex-pats in the United States, Canada and Australia.

She has a memoir-based blog Passionate about the Past at www.annelharvey.blogspot.co.uk, is on Facebook at www.facebook.com/Anne.Harvey.10 and on Twitter as @annelharvey1.

Today I welcome Crooked Cat author, Lynn Forth to my blog for the second in my series of blog posts on the theme of setting. Thanks for joining in, Lynn!

Tell me about the setting for Love in La La Land

Thank you, Tora, for asking about the locations of my novels as, in each one of them, the setting plays an important role in the both character development and plot. Love in La La Land, as the name suggests, is set in in the glamorous film world of Hollywood. My writer heroine,  Jane, a down-to-earth Yorkshire girl,  soon feels like  a fish out of water as she swims in the shark pool of Tinsel Town (Hmmn …is that a mixed metaphor …sorry).

In my next novel, Love Lies and Café au Lait, (spookily published this next Halloween), my heroine, Annie Roberts, swaps rain-swept Accrington for stylish Nice and has to find her feet there.

My current WIP is set on the Costa del Sol so I’m basking in the virtual sunshine there at the moment.   

Was it inspired by a real place?

All my novels are set in real places. As a reader I love to escape to sunny locations and imagine what it would be like to actually live there, so enjoy doing the same as a writer. I also like to challenge my heroines by making them face situations on their own, which happens when you are a stranger in a new place.
 
How did you research the area, and did you refer to maps or plans when writing the story?

Although I have been to San Francisco and a few other places in America, I have to confess I have never actually been to Hollywood, so for Love in La La Land I had to do a fair bit of research. But as you can do a virtual tour of stars’ homes and wander down the streets of L A on your computer, it wasn’t difficult to do. A lot of my reviewers assume I have in fact been there and have commented on how well I capture the atmosphere, heat and general atmosphere of L.A, which is rather pleasing.  

On the other hand, Nice, the setting for my second novel, Love Lies and Café au Lait, is one of my favourite places in France and I have been there often. The story was inspired by my first ever visit to Nice when, like my character Annie, I had an epiphany of delight at sitting in a café in the sun in such a wonderful place. I hope I have done justice to what an amazing location the Riviera is to explore.

Do you have any special routine, visual aids, etc to get you into the right ‘place’ when writing?

I like to wait till the afternoon to start actually writing. I have usually spent the morning warming up to it as I go about all the daily jobs, or exercising at Zumba classes or attending meetings etc. Then after lunch I feel the rest of the day and evening is mine to write the words that have been tumbling through my head all morning.  

What’s the first book you read where the setting made a vivid impression?

As a child I usually had two books on the go, an upstairs one and a downstairs one, so wherever I was I could snatch a few minutes reading time. As a small child I devoured a whole series of fairy stories from many different lands. Later I do remember loving the self-sufficiency of The Children of the New Forest as they survived on their own and evaded the dangers of the Civil War raging around them.

Have you ever chosen a book purely based on its setting? If so, what was it and why did the setting appeal?

I often choose novels books about places I am about to visit, for example Helen Dunmore’s The Siege before I went to St Petersburg and Girl with a Pearl Earring before I went to Amsterdam and Delft.  Also, prior to a recent big trip to Australia and New Zealand, I read lots of books set there, both novels and Bill Bryson’s excellent Down Under.

I’m hoping readers might want to save themselves a journey and choose my books if they want to be transported to faraway places or, like me, use them as inspiration to escape to distant sunny climes.

About the Author

I’ve had a lifelong fascination with words and people, leading me to study English and Psychology at University. Later, as a lecturer at a local College, I tried to pass on my love of words and learning itself, to students of all ages. Perhaps I succeeded a bit as, in 2007, I was thrilled to receive a National Star Award for Outstanding Teaching at a glittering ceremony in London. A very proud moment indeed.

As a word lover, I am obviously an avid reader and I have kept a book diary for decades recording personal critiques of all the novels I’ve read. And, related to this, is my love of discussing books, so I run two Book Groups. These are not the much- satirised posey wine drinking meetings, but are full of people as passionate about books as I am, so discussions are warm, frank, funny and always enlightening.

As you can probably tell from the title and subject matter of my debut novel, Love in La La Land, I also love films and belong to a local film club where we view and discuss a vast range of foreign and unusual films.   

As I like setting my novels in foreign climes, so I obviously need to travel to research various locations such as frequent visits to Nice and the Costa del Sol, the setting for my third novel. .
Although not a big exercise fan, I do enjoy dancing and music so combine the two enthusiastically in my twice weekly Zumba sessions.

I do like gardening as well. I’m a profusionist and love planting so many flowers that you can’t see the weeds.

Website: lynnforthauthor.wordpress.com.
Twitter: @lynnforth
Facebook Page: Lynn Forth
Author Page: Lynn Forth Author

My book is available as both eBook and paperback from Amazon myBook.to/LoveinLaLaLand1

Love in La La Land

In the city of stars, will English author, Jane Jones, come to earth with a bump? Or can she write her own happy ending?  

Excited to be in glitzy, glamorous Hollywood, Jane is thrilled by the prospect of seeing a scene from her novel being filmed and starring screen heart throb, Scott Flynn. Too bad, she is accompanied by the cynical Jack Clancy, the screenwriter who has ruined her story but seems totally unrepentant about all the changes.  

Both men seem intent on pursuing her. But do they have ulterior motives? Is Jane a mere pawn in a game between two fierce rivals?

In the sleazy world of La La Land’s glittering parties, hovering paparazzi, and powerful movie tycoons, Jane begins to feel adrift.

 She must quickly learn who can be trusted…and who can’t.