Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Thanks for inviting me, Ginger.


Wow, Ginger, what an array of wonderful writers, and all friends of yours. I’m so happy to be here today and part of you party. Thank you for this opportunity to showcase my latest releases.

My Highland Love (released Sept at Wings ePress) is the sequel to White Clover (released April)

Here’s the blurb:

When Beth Anderson arrives to help her friends renovate their dilapidated Scottish castle she is stunned by Liz’s story of how she and Andrew were swept back in time. Beth discovers their method of time-travel, but the Travis she meets is now driven by revenge and has little time for another woman from the future.

Excerpt:

Travis tipped the flagon and swallowed a swig of ale. The hall was quiet, everyone going about their duties in other parts of the castle as the middle of the day hovered. He should go to bed, but knew that sleep would escape him. Beth, the woman from the future, had retired an hour ago, after finally giving in and conceding that she was exhausted. What a surprise she had turned out to be. Her beauty might not match up to that of the other Beth, but she’d proved that her strength was more than a match.

At last she had given up clinging to the cape as if it were a link to her other life--once relinquished never to be found again. Why hadn’t she returned to her time last night? It was a mystery. And more importantly, why was she here?

His tired brain could find no way around the riddle. If, as they suspected, Andrew had been brought through time to save his, Travis’s, life, then what was the purpose behind this new arrival?

Perhaps there was no greater purpose; the fair woman was just nosy and had happened to hit on the right incantation that had flung her here. Running a hand through his hair, Travis sighed as he went over the course of events leading up to the fire. If he hadn’t insisted on taking Beth out late yesterday two of his best men would still be alive. But so would Dugal MacGriers and his clansmen. Did his men have to die so the events could be played through in their right order?

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And Traces of Dreams has just been released by Calderwood Books, a new publisher of quality ebooks. This book won the RWAustralia’s Romantic Book of the Year the first time around and has been reworked and republished better than ever at Calderwood.

Here’s a blurb of Traces of Dreams:

From the horrors of the 1914-18 war to present times, Traces of Dreams follows the lives of Londoners Alicia and Mathew as their working class family struggles in a world where their only riches are their unfailing strength and capacity for selfless love.

Despite insurmountable odds, Alicia is the beacon that lights the way for her family and sustains them for generations.

Excerpt:

Alicia came to terms with her loss in the following months. Their dad had always stressed that they should get life in perspective. At least she had her son. Lots of women had nothing but a few paltry memories to remind them of their lost men. The heavy burden of grief lifted. Alicia began to get on with her life.

Fiona rushed in one day in May, her cheeks pink and her mass of blonde hair flying about her pretty face. "Guess who I bumped into down the road?" she asked as she unbuttoned her jacket.

"Must have been someone important, by the sounds of it," Alicia commented wryly, her eyes on the sewing before her on the table.

"Well, I don't know about that. It was Mathew. You remember him?" Fiona sat opposite Alicia, pulling Arty onto her knee.

"Mathew?" Alicia queried, keeping her head bent over the buttonhole she was making in a jacket. She knew quite well who Fiona was talking about. Surely he wasn't the one who'd put the unmistakable sparkle in her eyes?

Fiona laughed and helped herself to a biscuit from the plate in the middle of the table. "Mmm, these are good." She offered Arty a bite. "You're the best cook a'going, did you know that?"

"Stop the soft soaping and tell me about this Mathew who seems to be so important." Alicia frowned. God, if Fee had fallen for him she'd just die. He was thirty at least, and Fee was just coming up to eighteen. She was growing more beautiful each day and could get any boy she fancied.

"You remember the man who came to fix our gas lamp?" Fiona casually brushed a few crumbs off the table. "Well, I invited him over for tea."

"You did what?" Alicia pushed her sewing aside, scowling.

"I thought you'd be glad of the company." Fiona put Arty on the floor and went to sit on the bed. She slipped out of her shoes and sat rubbing her toes, her head down.

"You thought I'd be glad of the company! I don't believe this." Alicia pressed her palms on the table and stood up. With hands on hips she faced Fiona. "Come off it! You invited him here for your own benefit, not mine. Have you been meeting him on the sly?" She pointed a finger accusingly at Fiona's nose.

Fiona threw her head back and laughed. "Don't be daft. He's nearly old enough to be my father. I think he's a nice sort. You know? He seems gentle; even if a bit rough round the edges."

Alicia couldn't have explained the man better if she'd tried. "What possessed you to invite him here? And how could you have the cheek to ask him without speaking to me about it first?" Alicia demanded, her cheeks hotter than they'd been in a long time.

"Would you have agreed if I'd asked you?" Fiona queried blandly, blinking at her.

"No, I would not!" Alicia's scowl deepened. The last thing she wanted was this stranger hanging around her sister.

"Well, there you are then." Fiona tossed her head, sure that settled it! Alicia grunted.

Despite her overt denials Alicia had to secretly admit it would make a welcome change to have the company of someone nearer her own age. Too many hours were spent with Arty and his childish chatter. Although Fiona was almost a woman the nonsense she spouted at times grated on Alicia's nerves, and she was often out with her workmate at weekends. Alicia would never admit it, but she was lonely.

Please visit my web page for more excerpts and reviews--Tricia

3 comments:

JeanP said...

Hi, Tricia. I just got back from your website where I read some great reviews. One of my favorites is timetravel and White Clover and Highland Love look so good, I'm going to have to get them.

Anonymous said...

Hi Ginger!

Very nice blog. I'm so glad to find out more about you.

Take care,

Destiny Blaine
www.destinyblaine.com

mizging said...

Tricia,
It's so nice to reconnect with you. I've missed our chats on the Wings loop. Your new work looks every bit as enticing as what I've already read. I see so much here that I want to read, but writing, editing, critiquing, babysitting, where do I fit it in? After seeing your except I'm looking for a shoe horn. *lol*

Ginger

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