Writing

TUESDAY TALK WELCOMES BACK AUTHOR JANE RISDON TO CHAT ABOUT HER WRITING JOURNEY, THE SUCCESSFUL COLLABORATION WITH CHRISTINA JONES AND WHAT’S NEXT ON HER WRITING AGENDA…

Hi Jane and welcome. Can I start, as always,by asking you a little about yourself?1-21731049_144686479471516_8105924548833294401_n

Hi Jo, thanks so much for having me back again. It is such fun to take part in Tuesday Talk Interviews with you.
My background, as many of your long-term readers will know – having read my previous interviews with you I am sure – is in the international music business where my husband and I (sounds like Her Majesty, oops) managed singers, songwriters, musicians of all genres, record producers and, at one time, an actor from the Aussie series Home and Away. We also placed music and songs in to movies and television series around the world.
After years of babysitting testosterone fuelled rock musicians and hormone crazed female singers we decided to call it a day and get a life of our own. My husband is a musician and wanted to do more song-writing and other related activities which – curiously – ended up with him appearing in movies and television series in India (he is not Indian) when Bollywood came calling and he couldn’t resist. The results are…interesting! He ended up working with super-star Indian actors and actresses and was often stopped in the street by fans wanting to ‘touch’ someone who knew Shahrukh Khan for example.

When did you decide to become a writer and how did you begin that journey?

I’ve always wanted to write crime/thrillers but working 24/7 promoting and guiding the careers of others was not conducive to writing and promoting oneself and so my ambitions have taken a backseat for most of my life, until 2011, when I found I had time to myself, a keyboard, and a good supply of tea and liquorice.
For two years I wrote and wrote and wrote. I have dozens of short stories and novels all waiting to see the light of day. At the time I had no idea what to do with them all. Publication was a vague thought in the depths of my brain, but all those years of pent up longing burst out and I wrote myself silly. Most of the stories were crime/thrillers and a few were what you might call humorous. One novel went on to become Only One Woman, published May 2018 with Accent Press.
When it comes to getting away are you a beach or city girl?
Cripes, beach or city? Can I say neither? I’m a country girl. Although we’ve always been near the sea in most cities where we have lived – Singapore, Los Angeles, Taiwan – but we both love the countryside. It would have to be country every time, although my husband might waiver.

How did the collaboration with Christina Jones to write Only One Woman come about?

My collaboration with Christina Jones on Only One Woman is a story in itself.
She was fan-club secretary for my husband’s band back in the late 1960s and I got to know her through her dealings with him – still my boyfriend then – and the band. She came on the scene a while after I’d been going out with him and as she was a rock/pop journalist and short story writer, the band’s manager thought she would be ideal for the role. She loved the band and agreed. We discovered we had a love of music, fashion, and most of all writing and we’ve always wanted to write together. She wrote romance and I wanted to be a crime writer so we thought it would never happen.
I mentioned 2011 and having time to write. One such novel was Only One Woman, named for the Bee Gees penned hit song for singer Graham Bonnet and his cousin, Trevor Gordon (The Marbles) in 1968. I’d written the complete novel by the summer of 2012 in diary format, from the point of view of 16 year old Renza, and sent it to Christina for her opinion. To my delight she loved it and wanted to co-author with me. So the book remained with her whilst she wrote her parts – Stella and her family etc., and fitted them in. Once she’d written her parts she sent it to our publisher Accent Press, in 2014, who we shared by then; some of my short stories having been published by them in 2014. We didn’t know that we shared the same publisher until then.
We were set for publication later in 2014 but due to numerous changes of editors at the publishers and the request for more chapters, we didn’t publish until November 2017. Initially the word count was 130,000 words and by the time we’d added in more diary entries it came out at about 160,000 words – almost 500 pages. A very quick read we are told. Don’t be put off! The paperback for bookstores (Waterstones) was published May 2018.

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By this time I’d managed to get Graham Bonnet to write our foreword and agree to be used for any publicity we thought would help us and of course, him. He has been a star and so has his bass-player and girlfriend, Beth-Ami Heavenstone. Graham is a superstar singer having performed not just Only One Woman with The Marbles, but he’s sung with iconic bands such as Rainbow, Alcatraz, Blackmore etc., and now his own band The Graham Bonnet Band.

What are you currently working on?

My crime/thriller Ms Birdsong Investigates series has been on the shelf waiting for the publication of Only One Woman and I have been working on updating it. It has been in with Accent for a long time and is in need of an overhaul. I have three books already written so I have a lot of work ahead of me.
Ms Birdsong is a 40 something former MI5 officer ‘voluntarily retired’ following a messed up operation with MI6 involving her lover and MI6 officer, Michael Dante. He kept his job and was shoved off to Moscow.
Lavinia Birdsong moves to rural Oxfordshire, The Vale of the White Horse, in the hope that she will somehow be reinstated eventually and when a young woman goes missing she sees her chance to get involved and perhaps regain her credibility with the Security Services. Soon she is up to her neck in Russian Mafia people trafficking, Ukrainian gun and drug smugglers and murder.
I have a short story ‘The Gift,’ in the Ghostly Writes Anthology 2018, Plaisted Publishing House – this is my 5th contribution to the series since 2016 – and writing ghost stories was a challenge for me, just as writing Women’s Fiction (Only One Woman) was. The Gift is a tale of spooky crime.
My collection of short crime stories, Undercover, published by Plaisted Publishing House, is due out in a few weeks’ time and is my first real publication in my own right. I am excited and terrified. It features new short stories and a couple which my readers tell me are their favourites. I have another compilation being collated and due for publication later this year or early 2019. Undercover will be in paperback and e-book.
Believe it or not I am also beginning a sequel to Only One Woman – untitled as yet – taking Renza, Stella, Scott and Narnia’s Children into the 1970s and beyond. Many readers have asked for a sequel so I thought the story should continue. The fate of those caught in the love triangle between Renza, Scott and Stella will be played out in the same musical way Only One Woman is, I am sure. It needs lots of research so I may be some time.

What would your advice be to new writers?

I am not good at giving advice. I guess I would tell anyone new to writing to just do it. Write what you know and if you don’t know it, research it. I’ve undertaken 7 Forensic Science and Criminal Justice Courses in order to increase my knowledge when writing crime/thrillers as I knew I could not rely on TV series such as CSI, or what I watched or read in other crime stories for accuracy.

And finally, you’re planning a year out, getting away from everyone on a desert island – what ‘must haves’ would you take with you and why? And if you could choose one person to spend the time there with you, who would it be?

A year on a desert island? Cripes, my idea of a nightmare. I would take my husband as we never run out of things to natter about and he’d love it there. He’d need his guitar and access to some sort of music player, his computer and mobile, and he’d have to have a mirror – he’s a musician after-all. I would need to be under some sort of covering – tent/hut – as I am very fair and cannot stay in the sun long. I would need my computer to write, my books to read – Kindle is all right – and he would need a supply of Earl Grey tea and I’d need my Yorkshire Gold tea and a supply of liquorice. I think we’d both need lots of wine and Scotch. I would have to have my mascara, eyeliner, lipstick and moisturiser, hair-drier, and sunglasses – I wear them all year long; the sun would give me migraine so I’ll need pain-killers too. But seriously, can’t I be sent somewhere in the countryside instead? He’d love it near the sea. I wouldn’t. It is great to visit and enjoy the scenery for a short time, but it really is not for me. Help!!

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Paperback ISBN: 9781783757312
Simon & Schuster: ISBN: 9781682994252

Blurb:
1-woman-3513418_1280Undercover – Crime shorts by Jane Risdon
For the first time a collection of crime shorts from Jane Risdon featuring a couple of readers’ favourites – The Honey Trap and Murder by Christmas – alongside newer stories including The Watchers and Sweet Sable. These stories are female driven but men will love them too. Twists, turns, and unexpected endings will grab anyone loving a good edge of your seat yarn.
Our readers said:
Undercover – crime shorts; is a wonderfully satisfying anthology of six short stories which transcend above the crime fiction genre providing a ripping yarn irrespective of the reader’s crime fiction preference. Jane Risdon has cleverly stitched together a mix of tales to suit all fans of the genre. Roger A Price – Crime/Thriller Author
Plaisted Publishing House November 2018

Blurb:
Ghostly Writes Anthology 2018.
The Gift by Jane Risdon
Where crime crosses the divide between the living and the dead
The room stank of bleach but that couldn’t be helped, he’d opened the windows and was43828883_865718387151958_6522759887473082368_n sure that the odour would soon evaporate. The air fresheners would help too. Nothing was left that he could see but he knew that modern forensics would be able to find blood splatter if they sprayed Luminol where they suspected the murder took place. He’d read some time ago that rubbing surfaces with Horseradish sauce would give a false reading – he carried it with him these days – and he’d done that for added insurance. The murderer didn’t plan on hanging around. If they found anything, which he thought highly unlikely, he’d be long gone. He’d planned on relocating overseas with a new identity and had ensured there wouldn’t be a trail to follow. He hadn’t been successful for as long as he had been withougood reason.

Plaisted Publishing House 31st October 2018

 

 

Only One Woman by Christina Jones and Jane Risdon
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Wonderful characters. Wonderful story. Magical time.
Christina Jones and Jane Risdon are two of the best, most recognized writers emerging now from the UK. Individually, each is a gifted writer and storyteller with a real talent for creating fascinating storylines, compelling characters and damn good, REAL-sounding dialog. But, put Christina and Jane together working on the same title, and you uncork magic.

1968. The Fool was perched on the hill. Mick & the boys were trying to generate a little sympathy for old Nick. And the rest of the world was caught up in the explosion of music, fashions and leading-edge creativity bursting out of London and San Francisco.

In the midst of it all, Christina and Jane weave an irresistible tale of two English teenage girls – one living the dark side of the Cinderella story and the other, a girl facing life-altering medical choices, who decides to follow her dream of becoming a music industry journalist. Both characters meet and befriend the guys in a struggling rock group, on the cusp of jumping from playing pub dates to filling arenas. And, they both fall in love with the same band member, the lead guitarist.

The entire book is told through the girls’ diary entries, which I thought was genius. I love it when an author takes me right inside the head of their main character, to see what they’re thinking and why. And, in the case of Only One Woman, I got to see and enjoy it TWICE.

During the time period this book was taking place, I was around 19 and living about 10 miles South of San Francisco. I was pretty active in the city’s music and creative scene, so a lot of the local musicians were friends (a few still are, 50 years later). And, I knew a couple of musicians who lived through some of the events in Only One Woman.

Look, I’m not going to offer any spoilers here, but if you either remember the times or are a fan of them, Christina and Jane will take you on a completely enjoyable romp down the rabbit hole. Only One Woman will not disappoint.

Foreword from Graham Bonnet:
1-37120728_10214039137147267_3307257970496110592_nWhen Jane asked me if I’d like to write a foreword for Only One Woman I was thrilled and excited to be invited to share some of my memories of the 1960s and how the song, Only One Woman, came into being.
When I moved to London in 1968 with my cousin Trevor Gordon and our band, we never expected what was going to happen to us. We played a club in London called the Revolution Club and it just happened that the Bee Gees ex-manager was in the audience. He knew my cousin from when Trevor lived in Australia and actually played and recorded with the Bee Gees; this was back in the early 60s. He gave Trevor Barry Gibbs’ telephone number.

We eventually went over to Barry Gibbs’ house and sat around playing acoustic guitars and singing Stevie Wonder songs and Beatle songs. It just so happened that Robert Stigwood – the Bee Gees’ manager – was at Barry’s house at the same time and wanted Barry to take my cousin and me into the studio to record a song that he asked Barry to write for us.

Before we knew it we were in the studio that same week with Barry, Maurice and Robin, with only a vague idea of a tune that Barry had written for us to record.

So we sang and recorded a ‘la la la la’ melody to begin, with Barry playing acoustic guitar. Trevor changed the melody a little and took a straightforward kind of 3/4 country tune to an R&B soulful melody. Eventually Barry wrote the words and came up with the song “Only One Woman.”

When “Only One Woman” became a number three hit in 1968, in the UK, everything changed for Trevor and me. Suddenly we were recognised on the streets and it was strange.

I will be forever grateful to the Gibb Brothers for giving me and Trevor a career. Since those days my whole life has just been music thanks to my cousin and his encouragement, and also to the Gibb brothers for giving me such faith in my own talent. The rest is music history.

For me Jane and Christina’s book – “Only One Woman” – reflects very honestly those times and the feel of those times. I can picture myself back in London when reading some of the pages. The 1960s, for me, was probably the most wonderful time in the music business with such bands as The Beatles, The Stones, The Kinks, The Who, and The Bee Gees and more: the list is endless.

This book will take you back to that time; read on readers.

Graham Bonnet,
Studio City, Los Angeles, California
2018.

Writing

It’s Tuesday 16th October and publication day for A Little Christmas Charm by Kathryn Freeman…

 

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A wonderful new uplifting Christmas story from Kathryn Freeman to put you in the festive mood. Highly recommended.


Would you swap sea and sunshine for tinsel and turkey?
Gabby Sanderson is used to being let down – even at Christmas. Which is why she’s happy to skip the festive season completely in favour of a plane ticket and sunnier climes.

But this Christmas could be different, because this time she might not be spending it alone. Can Owen Cooper charm Gabby into loving Christmas in the same way he’s charmed his way into her life, or is he just another person who’ll end up disappointing her?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

5707-2Kathryn started her working life as a retail pharmacist but soon realised trying to decipher doctors’ handwriting wasn’t for her. Next she joined the pharmaceutical industry where she spent twenty happy years working in medical communications, doing a lot of writing – about medicines. What she really wanted to write about though, was romance.

In 2011, backed by her family, she left the world of pharmaceutical science to begin life as a self employed writer, juggling the two disciplines of medical writing and romance. Some days a racing heart is a medical condition, others it’s the reaction to a hunky hero…

She lives with two teenage boys and a husband who asks every Valentine’s Day whether he has to bother buying a card again this year (yes, he does) so the romance in her life is all in her head. Then again, her husband’s unstinting support of her career change goes to prove that love isn’t always about hearts and flowers – and heroes can come in many disguises.

She can be found at: http://kathrynfreeman.co.uk

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PUBLICATION DAY PROMOTION: THE SPITFIRE GIRL by FENELLA J MILLER 16th October, 2018

 

Today I’m pleased to be hosting Fenella for the launch of her new book The Spitfire Girl, published by Aria Fiction

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THE SPITFIRE GIRL • FENELLA J MILLER

16th October 2018 • £2.99

 

The Blurb

‘The perfect ingredients for a cracking good read. Well recommended.’ Jean Fullerton

It’s 1939 and the threat of war hangs over the country…

Flying instructor Ellie Miller has grown up a tomboy. She’s never had interest in the latest clothes or lipstick colours – her only passion is flying her beloved Tiger Moth. But when war is declared, and she is no longer be able to do what she loves most – fly.

Unless she joins the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force that is! Given the choice to keep the home fires burning – or join the fight on the home front Ellie doesn’t have to think twice.

Joining the WAAFs she meets friends that become her family in the skies – sharing both the small daily triumphs and grief as war slowly tears both the country she loves, and her heart, apart….

Heartwarming and emotional story of pluck and courage in WWII – perfect for fans of Nancy Revell’s The Shipyard Girls series and Daisy Styles’ The Bomb Girls series.

 

AN EXTRACT…

Essex

July 1939

‘Well, Miss Simpson, what do you think?’ Joseph Cross asked as he pointed to the de Havilland 60 Moth that stood proudly on the worn grass outside the barn that served as a hanger.

Ellen wanted to hug him but thought he might not appreciate the gesture. ‘I love it. Is it dual control?’

‘No, but it has the usual two seats so can take a passenger.’

‘Good – I’ve got more than enough pupils to teach. Since the government subsidy last year every Tom, Dick and Harry wants to learn to fly.’

‘I hope you don’t expect me to pay you any extra, young lady. I reckon you owe me far more than your wages would have been for all the lessons and hours you’ve spent flying my aircraft over the past five years.’

She put her hands on her hips. ‘Giving my brothers and me lessons at your Flying Club couldn’t have been as much as the rent you would have had to pay to use my father’s farms and fields.’ He was about to interrupt but she continued. ‘Not forgetting the fact that Dad bought the first aircraft and both Neil and George acted as instructors until they joined the RAF.’

He scowled but she wasn’t fooled for a minute. ‘The cost of one lesson is usually two pounds – the three of you never paid a penny…’

‘Joe, I don’t want to stand here arguing anymore. I want to take her up before it gets too hot. Are you coming with me or can I go solo?’

‘Circuits and bumps only, my girl, no flying off into the wild blue yonder. There are three new enquiries to be dealt with in the office – I want you to sort those out this morning.’

The other aircraft the flying club owned were a Swallow and a Gypsy Moth. Both were fitted with dual controls. Joe had several clients who liked to go up on their own and pootle about until the fuel ran out. This de Havilland had been bought to satisfy those clients.

Sidney, the ground engineer, and the only other full-time employee, wandered out from the hanger. ‘Nice little machine, Ellie, sweet as a nut. You going to take it up for a spin?’

‘If that’s all right with you, I’d love to. I’ll not be long – I just want to get the feel of it for myself.’

‘The bloke what brought it said it flies like the Gypsy only a bit faster. You’ll have no problem – you’re a natural. I remember your first solo flight when you were no more than a nipper…’

Joe poked his head out of the office. ‘No time for reminiscing, Sid, let her get on with it. Just had a bell and we’ve got a new pupil coming in an hour.’

‘Sorry, guv, I’ll not hold her up.’

She collected her helmet and goggles and scrambled into the cockpit. Even though the weather was warm she needed her flying jacket on over her dungarees. It got a bit nippy at a thousand feet above the land. After doing her pre-flight checks she taxied into position on the grass runway and took off.

An uneventful forty-five minutes later she landed smoothly and headed for the office to catch up with the paperwork. The new pupil, a middle-aged bank manager, decided after a couple of circuits of the field that he didn’t want to learn to fly after all. As they’d only been in the air for a quarter of an hour there was no charge.

By the time her last pupil left the airfield it was almost six o’clock. Often they had to work until it was too dark to fly, but tonight they’d finished early. Ellen left Sid to lock up and jumped onto her bicycle. At least in the summer Dad didn’t come in for his tea until late so she wouldn’t have missed her meal.

She pedalled furiously down the track, swerving instinctively around the dips and ruts, covering the mile in record time. She skidded into the yard, sending half a dozen chickens squawking into the air in protest, and tossed her bike against the wall.

With luck she’d have time to wash before her parents sat down to eat. It had taken Mum months to get used to seeing her only daughter dressed in slacks or dungarees. She might be a farmer’s wife now, but she’d come from a grand family and had very high standards.

The fact that Mum had been disowned when she’d married a farmer should have softened her but instead, according to Dad, it had made her even more determined to bring her children up as though they were landed gentry and not the children of a farmer.

After a quick sluice in the scullery Ellie headed to the kitchen – she was about to open the door when she realised the voices she’d heard were coming from the seldom used front parlour. Mum insisted on calling it the drawing room, but no one else did.

This must mean they had guests. She looked down at her scruffy oil-stained dungarees and wondered if she had time to nip upstairs and put on something more respectable. Unfortunately, her mother must have heard her come in.

‘Ellen, you are very late this evening. Had you forgotten Neil has a twenty-four hour pass?’

She was pretty sure this was the first she’d heard of it but having her oldest brother home was a wonderful surprise. She didn’t stop to think why this meant they were in the parlour, and burst in.

‘Hello, little sister, I’ve brought a chum along. Let me introduce you to Gregory Dunlop.’

Only then did she become aware of the second RAF uniformed young man staring at her with open admiration. He was a bit shorter than Neil, but broader in the shoulders, with corn coloured hair and startlingly blue eyes.

‘I’m pleased to meet you, Flying Officer Dunlop.’ She wasn’t sure if she should offer her hand as despite her best efforts it was far from clean.

He stepped closer and held out his and she had no option but to take it. ‘I’ve heard so much about you, Miss Simpson, and have been pestering your brother for an invitation in order to meet you for myself.’

His grip was firm, his hand smoother than hers – but what caught her attention was his upper crust accent. ‘I’m sorry to appear in my work clothes. If you don’t mind waiting a few more minutes I’ll pop upstairs and change into something more suitable for the occasion.’

‘Please, don’t worry on my account. I think you look perfectly splendid just as you are.’

He seemed reluctant to release her hand but she pulled it away firmly. He was a very attractive man and was obviously interested in her, but she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend.

‘Run along, Ellen, you’ve got plenty of time to put on a frock as your father has only just come in himself. We are having a cold collation so nothing will be spoiled by waiting for another quarter of an hour.’

She smiled at her brother in resignation and he winked. They both knew there was no point in arguing once their mother had made up her mind.

She met her father in the passageway. ‘Have you got to change as well, Ellie? She told me at lunchtime I’ve got to put on something smart.’

‘It must be because of Neil’s friend. He certainly sounds very posh.’ She pushed open her bedroom door and was about to go in when he replied.

‘Seems a lot of fuss for nothing but easier to give in than put up with a week of black looks and sour faces.’ He shook his head sadly and went into the room he no longer shared with her mother. Ellie wished her parents had a happier relationship.

If there was one thing she’d learned, by watching the disintegration of what must once have been a happy union, it was this: Don’t marry for love as it doesn’t last. If she ever took the plunge it would be with a man she respected, liked and who shared her outlook on life.

Her mother had told her to put on a frock but she rebelled. She didn’t wish to impress their visitor so would come down in what she usually wore – slacks and blouse. The only time she put on a frock was when she was forced to attend church. Most Sundays she had the excuse that she had to work at the airfield.

She checked her face was oil free and ran a brush through her hair. Satisfied she was presentable she hurried downstairs eager to catch up on Neil’s news. George, her other brother, hadn’t been home since January and she was desperate to hear how he was doing.

Her mother pursed her lips when Ellie came in. ‘Is your father coming, Ellen?’

‘I don’t know, Mum, but I don’t think he’ll be long.’ She joined her brother by the open window, leaving his friend to entertain her mother.

‘I wish you wouldn’t deliberately provoke her, Ellie. Why won’t you call her Mother? You know how much she dislikes being called Mum, especially in front of strangers.’

She shrugged. ‘Whatever she was in the past, now she’s just a farmer’s wife. Have you finished your training?’

He grinned and pointed to the wings on his uniform. ‘I have, didn’t you see these? George is still in Scotland – seems he pranged a Moth and needs longer up there.’

‘He obviously didn’t hurt himself or you wouldn’t be so jolly. Do you know where you’re going to be stationed?’

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of her father looking uncomfortable in a collar and tie. After he was introduced to the guest her mother clapped her hands as if wishing to attract the attention of a crowd of children.

‘We shall go in to dine now that we are all here.’

Ellie hid her smile at her mother’s pretentiousness behind her hand. Ham and salad hardly deserved such an introduction.

When her father mentioned the likelihood of there being a war her mother insisted that this was not a suitable topic of conversation at the dinner table. No one was particularly interested in discussing the weather and an uneasy silence fell.

‘We’ve got another aircraft, Dad. I took her up and…’

Her mother glared at her. ‘I’m sure that Flying Officer Dunlop doesn’t want to hear about your highly unsuitable employment. A young lady should be interested in more feminine things, don’t you agree, Mr Dunlop?’

The young man nodded solemnly. ‘I’m sure that most girls would prefer to talk about fashion or flowers but your daughter is different. I’ve never met a female pilot before and am most impressed. How many hours solo do you have now, Miss Simpson?’

‘Please call me Ellie, everyone else does.’

‘And you must call me Greg.’

‘Well, Greg, to answer your question, I’ve been flying since I was twelve – six years now – and got my A licence when I was fourteen and my instructor’s certificate when I was sixteen. I’ve logged more than twelve hundred hours now.’

‘Good God! That’s a damn sight more than I have.’ He couldn’t fail to hear her mother’s horrified gasp. Instead of being embarrassed he smiled at her. ‘I apologise for my appalling language, Mrs Simpson, I do hope you will forgive me.’

‘Apology accepted. I’ll say no more on the matter.’

He turned to Ellie. ‘I want to hear how you manage in poor weather conditions and hope you will talk to me before we leave tomorrow morning.’

Before she could answer she was instructed to clear the table and fetch the dessert. Obediently she pushed her chair back and began to collect the plates. When Greg made a move to stand up she shook her head.

Clearing the table was a woman’s job, as well all the other domestic duties that she did her best to avoid. Pudding was a sherry trifle accompanied by a jug of thick, fresh cream from their dairy herd. She placed the large glass bowl on the tray and put the cream beside it. The ham salad, again all home-grown, had been excellent but this would be even better.

The Author

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Fenella J Miller has over thirty eight Regency romantic adventures published plus four Jane Austen variations, three Victorian sagas and seven WW2 family sagas. She lives in a pretty, riverside village in Essex with her husband and British Shorthair cat. She has two adult children and three grandchildren.

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