Her Italian Aristocrat – by Lousie Reynolds

9781742538747[1]There’s something about an Italian hero that reels me in every time. In Louise Reynold’s debut novel for Destiny Romance, we immediately get the sense that Gemma is in a little bit of trouble, not able to understand the lingo while stuck in an Italian hospital. So why is she there? Why, to buy a prestigious shoe company, of course.

Enter Luca, Gemma’s saviour as he translates so the nurse from hell doesn’t stick her with a needle that she shouldn’t. And who is this Luca? He is the local Aristocrat, determined to save the town’s industry. You know things from here are going to get interesting.

Not only does Louise create a memorable character in Gemma, with that unique Australian charm, but also weaves an effortlessly beautiful setting. It was a wrench to come back to reality!

I would recommend this book with a good drop of red, some candles and no interruptions please! Am looking forward to Louise’s next release with anticipation.

Yours,

Dana x

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Superheroes everywhere…

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So, master five, master nine and the big boy and I went for a bike ride the other day. Master five has just mastered the art of riding sans training wheels. Oh so good! Have been waiting for family bike rides for a fair while.

Riding along, we stop to give his little legs a break and he spies a santa clause, ripe for the picking, just waiting for a human’s gusty breath to free its seeds to wind. He picks it and takes a deep breath, purses his little rosebud lips and blows hard, scattering little feather top seeds everywhere.

And under his breath, he makes his wish. ‘Oh please, please give me super powers.’

I can’t help but smile, the kind of smile that shares in the wish. The kind of smile that indicates a moment becoming engraved on your heart, that takes away some of the angst you think children bring and reminds you that you love them no matter what, that they are the sum of your life.

Forget the mess, the hand prints on the wall, the litter of dirty underwear, the bits of soggy nutrigrain on the floor and the smears of spaghetti bolognaise on the cloth placemats. You can choose to make these things angst or just accept it as part of a hectic life.

Looking back, I had my own super powers. My sister and I used to jump off the six-foot fence into our neighbours yard that was always hugely overgrown with long grass. There was no thought of snakes, ticks, or any other lurking drama. Just the fun of yelling “Captain Cave Man!” and disappearing into a soft sea of green. 

Awesome fun. Go find your Captain Cave Man. Rediscover your inner child and just have some plain fun.

xo

Good Neighbours are Gold

Who has good neighbours? Do you even know who your neighbours are? Their family, their sorrows, their good times and rough patches?

My neighbour, Jean, is 91 years old now. I know that she loves her family. She worries about her great grandchildren as though they were in her direct care. She loves her daughters, misses her deceased husband, whose anniversary is the same day as my birthday. She puts on her favourite dress that day, bids me a happy birthday and then disappears, for the memories are sad for her, as though it happened yesterday.

Jean often waves me off to work. Some would call it intrusive. I cherish every time she opens her door and blows me a kiss. Considering my lovely Grandmother is no longer here, Jean is the Grandmother I don’t have. Today she gave me a posie from her garden to brighten my day at work.

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Kicking a ball around with my two boys is something that she enjoys and she gets a naughty twinkle in her eye when she ushers them inside to give them a clandestine lolly. Her garden is amazing and she spends a lot of time pottering around in there, feeding birds.

Our neighbour on the other side is Val. Once she couldn’t breathe and she called us first, before anyone else. We stayed with her until the ambulance got there. Once my older son had to go to hospital. She looked after my smaller son in the blink of an eye, ushering me out the door before I could even finish my panicked entreaty to watch him while I went to the hospital. She’s in her mid 60’s and has just be diagnosed with Dementia. She forgets little things but I don’t mind jogging her memory. Now that she’s not quite herself, we get in and weed her garden and do the hedges for she has no ability to garden.

What are your neighbours like? What are their dreams? Do they like coffee or tea? Chocolate biccys or shortbread? Are they alone this Christmas? Have they had tradgedy in their lives, great sweeping sagas that might keep you enthralled over a bbq snag and a wine or two?

Why not find out?

 

 

Old Favourites…

So, who re-reads their fave books? I admit to having collected all of my favourite Harlequin Books by author Robyn Donald, even her very first one! One I am re-reading at the moment: Tiger Eyes, first published in 1994.

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Even the blurb shouts sexy alpha hero: ‘He’s tough and he’s brilliant and he’s got no weaknesses.’

In 1994, I was 21 (ah, to be 21 again) and I remember reading this book when it hit the shelves. I felt an affinity with the heroine, Tansy. She was driven, passionate and unique and oh, so very proud. Not your usual type of heroine. This is the book that clinched Robyn Donald as one of favourite authors of all time, hence my collection.

Thank you, Robyn, for your wonderful stories, your passionate flair for creating alpha heroes that leap off the page, that tease my imagination and let me escape reality for just a tantalising, little while. You are wonderful. ❤ 🙂

Synopsis Inferno…

I am in Synopsis Hell…

screaming, as I try to convey my awesome, superbly written story in two pages. It’s not even fresh hell. Its ancient, sadistic and reoccurring TORTURE.

Torture made worse since off sugar and caffeine. I’m sorry, but these are two staples of most writers I know. Faugh! Am up Acheron without a Charon.

Okay, whine over. Getting on with it…:))

Craft

So, after a year of not blogging at all and more reading ‘How To…’ rather than actually doing a lot of writing, I’m finally coming back into the fold. Have learned a hell of a lot, and seen a whole new crop of exciting e-publishing outlets crop up out of nowhere, see below.

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The publishing world suddenly appears a lot brighter and more accessible. Am back in the saddle and actually wanting to write again. Current WIP’s (cannot work just on one – the curse of the pantser) include a category romance and a single title heavy on Mythology.

*shivers…its good to be alive in this digital age!

Happy writing you lovely people.