Archive for May, 2010

Getting Back To Reading

Sunday, May 30th, 2010

One of the things I’ve missed a lot in the last few months – other than my life – is having a chance to read.

As an NF (in Myers-Briggs lingo) I am not a big here-and-now person.  My S function is pretty elementary. I take refuge in unreality (some say, fiction) a lot of the time.  Or I did.  But since my mother’s illness and subsequent decline and all the attendant requirements, I haven’t seen much in the way of fiction.

Last week, however, after her latest move to the nursing facility that actually seems able to care for her, I’ve had a bit more time. And the first thing I did was buy books. Fiction.

And I’ve been sneaking in time to read.  What a treat.

Of course so far I’ve had two good books – or one and a half, because I’m only halfway through the second.  But I can’t tell you how refreshed I feel.

The first I read was Julia Quinn’s latest, Ten Things I Love About You.  It was everything that I ask from Julia’s books – it was fun, it was flirty, it had engaging characters whom I so enjoyed spending time with. It was wonderful escapism, and I adored it.

Now I’ve moved on to Lisa Kleypas’s Married By Morning. It is, I realize now, the fourth or fifth book about the Hathaway family.  I haven’t read any of the others. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I will probably go back and read them eventually because I enjoy this family. But it was lovely to meet Leo and Catherine without knowing any of their history, without realizing until Leo did that Catherine was Harry’s sister, without knowing much of Leo’s painful past.  I was a complete newcomer – and I am enchanted.  I am refreshed.

I have Tessa Dare’s One Dance With A Duke on my nightstand. I daresay I’ll get to it later this week.  I spend a couple of hours at my mother’s bedside every day, and when she’s sleeping, I read.

I also have a manuscript copy of Anne Gracie’s The Accidental Wedding on my computer.  I read that in the evenings.  What a wonderful story.  I can hardly wait to see it in book form coming autumn (or spring if you, like Ms Gracie, are a Down Under person).

It’s such a wonderful thing to be able to find great stories about memorable people and escape into them.

Did I mention that I love reading?

The Virgin’s Proposition — Excerpt

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

I see Demetrios was here earlier today.

Blessings on him as I’ve been swamped with Mother Stuff.

But I did want to say that Heather The Wonderful Webmistress has posted an excerpt from The Virgin’s Proposition which you can read by going to my website home page or by clicking on the book link above.

I hope you’ll check it out!

My Turn : : Demetrios

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

Hi, Demetrios here.

Anne is still sorting out her life — and trying to deal with the changes in her mother’s — so it’s my turn to write the blog.

We haven’t met — unless you’ve read my book already. The Virgin’s Proposition (I guess that makes it Anny’s book, really) is out in UK now, so if you live there, maybe you’ve seen it on the shelves. Maybe you’ve even bought a copy (a guy can hope). Maybe you’ve read it (more hopes). If so, I hope you liked it. So does Anne. So does Anny.

What can I tell you about The Virgin’s Proposition? Well, it was the last thing I was expecting — I can sure tell you that! Going to Cannes for the film festival was work. No more, no less. And it was the first time I’d done anything ‘in public’ since my wife died two years before. It was not something I was looking forward to. But a guy can only stand his own company and battle his own devils for so long. It was time. I didn’t expect Anny. And it was pretty clear Anny wasn’t expecting me. In fact she was expecting someone else when I spotted her. She was standing there in the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton, glancing at her watch, obviously waiting for someone. I figured, why not me? It was supposed to be a five minute encounter. A quick walk through the Ritz-Carlton and we’d go our own ways. But it didn’t happen like that. It got . . . complicated. Very complicated. Nothing happens the way you expect it to. But in retrospect I’ve decided that’s not always a bad thing. Like now — Anny’s just come in the door. She’s smiling. Beckoning. Making sultry bedroom eyes at me.

Sorry.  Gotta run… D