Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Bastard/Anne Ireland

Anne Ireland also writes as Lynn Granville.
The Bastard/Anne Ireland/ Published by Leap of Faith publishing
There are moments when my mind travels back to that warm summer day when I was just a child and I remember. All at once I am torn by regret and remorse for what I have done - and for what I did not do. Were I a better person none of it need ever have happened. Yet even if I had known what was to come, could I have prevented it? There were other forces at work, stronger wills than mine, and I was carried along by the momentum, swept up like a leaf in a gale. No, that is the excuse of a weak woman begging for the blame to be lifted from her shoulders, for forgiveness. I was never weak. Even when we were children it was always I who led and Michael who followed, for all that he was older and stronger. But I have learned that there are different strengths - strength of purpose, strength of body and strength of mind. As I stand now looking out of my window at gardens, which were once beautiful but have now fallen into neglect, I know that much of what happened here was my fault. The grief and pain I feel cannot be avoided; they are mine and I accept them. I must bear them until the day comes when I can forgive myself. By way of atonement I have decided to set it all down just as it happened, so that others can read the truth. In doing so I may come to understand myself, and perhaps with understanding will come an easing of my grief. I pray that God at least will judge me mercifully
CHAPTER ONE 'This way, Michael!' I cried. 'I'm sure it's this way ... ' 'Be careful, Bethany,' he called, lagging behind as I ran on heedlessly. 'Father told me there are man-traps in these woods; that's why we're not supposed to come here.' His words hardly reached me. I was too far ahead and enjoying our adventure. Stephen was just behind me. At twelve and a half he was the younger of my two Forsythe cousins but as reckless as I. My advantage had been gained by suddenly taking off at a run. It was such a glorious day, the kind of day when everything seems perfect, sun filtering through the trees, making patterns on the dry paths, air warm, sweet scented, alive with the sense of adventure. Overhead birds sang; thrushes, woodlark and the sharp, confident trilling of a wren, that tiny, insignificant bird with such a compelling voice. I was reckless, unheeding. Running through the trees, laughing, careless, Stephen had caught me now, passing me with ease, speeding ahead into the distance, soon lost to sight. 'Stephen!' Michael's shout went unheard, ignored. 'Watch where you tread.' Michael was close to me now. He plucked at the sleeve of my gown, dragging at me until I stopped and turned to look at him, suddenly contrite as I saw the anxiety in his soft brown eyes. His fine hair had fallen over his brow. I reached up to brush it back, smiling as I did so. Michael and Stephen were the sons of my mother's cousins and I was an only child, so I looked forward to the times when we came to stay at their home, to the chance of companionship and adventure. My visits to Lake House were not as frequent as I would have liked. My parents lived in London and we were here now because it was summer and my father was free from his duties in Parliament for a few weeks. Because both my parents had busy, social lives, most of my own life was spent at St. Faith's Academy for girls, which was pleasant enough, though I preferred the freedom I found here - especially when the weather was good and I was able to roam the large grounds with my companions. Michael had always been my favourite. He had gentle eyes, which reminded me of a puppy I'd once had and adored until it died of distemper. How I'd wept when my father buried it in the garden. 'We shouldn't have come,' Michael said, now that he was sure of my attention. 'Father will be so angry.' Sir Henry Forsythe was a large, remote, stern-faced man given to sudden rages, and I was a little afraid of him. Both his sons held him in a

Monday, July 30, 2012

Gothic - by Nicole D. Fergusson

Hello! I come to you today, fresh from my first day at a new job, thinking that I will have a couple of weeks away from my writing to recharge and re-energise after the last week of restructuring one novel, editing another and beginning two new ones. Here I am, ready to take the world by storm.


Then today, I get an email from my friendly, neighbourhood publisher. "Erm, ehm, promotion, promotion, promotion." Imagine me headdesking at this moment as I scratch my head and utter, 'I knew I forgot something...' So! Leap of Faith LLC have been kind enough to take a ... leap of faith :D ... with my new novel Gothic, which is in final stages of editing and awaiting cover art.

Gothic is the first in a new paranormal romance series sketched together in the middle of my Honours year last year (much less stressful than the writing I was actually researching and getting marked on, I tell you! (Anyone who has ever done an Honours year can tell you this is true.)) Of course, then I talked to my partner about this book I had just written and he said, 'So what happens if you did this next...?' and so a series was born.

But Gothic... I have had so much fun writing this story. It's a story of a human girl, Dahlia, who's mother died when she was eight. After her father ran away with grief, she was taken in by her vampire godmother and the rest of the werewolf pack of which her father had been a part. When the story starts, Dahlia has just moved out of home and wants to live the 'normal' life, i.e. a life without quite so much vampire and werewolf influence. In the first few weeks of class, she finds out that her godmother has contacted one of her vampire friends to watch over her. He, Elliott, ends up being one of her confidants. Another student, and human girl, Renee ends up being another close friend.

Hijinx ensue! Time for some more visual assist:

Renee meets our girl Dahlia through her normal university boyfriend. She's super cute and acts about half her age because she wants to get the university experience "just right".Elliott is another supernatural featuring in Dahlia's full supernatural dance card. He is of the mild snark and general hilarity, and claims at times to have brushed elbows with such popular figures as Lord Byron and Bram Stoker.

One of the best parts of this story is that I have clear images for both of these characters. The lovely actors who are acting as muses in my head right now are none other than the lovely Ms Ksenia Solo from Lost Girl and Mr Ian Somerhalder (nicknamed 'Smoulderhalder' with good reason by fellow cast mate AND GIRLFRIEND Nina Dobrev) from The Vampire Diaries. Say what you will about these shows, but these two people are gorgous. Anyone who knows me will know I shamelessly fangirl this TV series that is based on the L. J. Smith series of books from my childhood.

So that's me and mine for in the last little while. More news and excerpts to come next time I get a chance to be on the computer. Nicole.

Monday, July 16, 2012

averilsbooks: New Book coming soon

averilsbooks: New Book coming soon: Hopefully my book with Leap of Faith - Melissa and the Impossible Frenchman - will be out soon.  At the moment I am working on a book of s...

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Because He Needs Me

I would like to introduce myself for this time. I am an established author with more than 120 published books to my credit under various names. My first name was Lynn Granville, which I have used for this book, but I also write as Linda Sole, Anne Ireland and Anne Herries. some other books with Leap of Faith will be coming out under the Anne Ireland name. Because He Needs Me is a sweet medical romance, reminiscent of those published and much loved by Mills & Boon and Harlequin readers. It has some sex scenese but nothign erotic so it is a good one to buy for elderly aunts and grandmas. It's nice but naughty and I have a lovely 4 star review for it. I will pop in an excerpt another day. Love to all, Lynn Granville - Linda/Anne