Welcome to Romance Author - Sheila Riley

I’m delighted to welcome Sheila Riley to my blog.

Arabella: We all love the creativity of writing – otherwise we wouldn’t spend hours at a keyboard pounding away in the hope someone will read and enjoy our novels. But what do you like most about our craft?

The editing and proofreading, the author/reader relationship, promotional book signings, or is there something else that has you hooked to the world of books?

Sheila:  I am a voracious reader and love researching for a new book. The process of discovering new characters, plot, motive, mystery is brilliant, especially when I suddenly realise I have created an unexpected change that even I don’t see coming, like the twist at the end of The Mersey Orphan. This fragment of serendipity makes me so excited - it really does make my day. Then I go back to the beginning to plant little clues.

Editing is a downside for me plus a revelation. I don’t like rereading something I feel I’ve finished – but when I do reread it, a necessity in this job, I discover the work is nowhere near as perfect as I want it to be and can’t wait to fix it.

Due to the current covid pandemic, there have been no promotional book signings this year, but there has been an increase in the number of readers sending personal messages via social media, like Facebook, Twitter, and Messenger, which is lovely and still a surprise for me when readers get in touch to tell me how much they enjoyed one of my books and can’t wait to read the next. Their words spur me on to get on with the next book.  

Arabella: Who or what inspired you to write your latest release, The Mersey Girls?

Sheila:  The Mersey Girls published by Boldwood Books is the second book in the Reckoner’s Row series. We follow Evie, Connie, and the rest of the inhabitants of the dockside community, who manage to care for their families when rationing and austerity are a huge part of everyday life. But misery for one character, means love and happiness for another.

Arabella: Some authors cannot work without a business planner, others cannot write without an editing app…  Are there any “essentials” you need to help your writing move forward?

Sheila:  I have tried to plot my novels with writing tools, and some are fabulous, but the creative side of my brain will not be tethered. I get the names, ages, identifying features etc. written down. Maybe a few plot points. A twist here, a mystery there. Then I seem to lose interest and the creative side of my brain goes for a nap, thinking, what’s the point of slaving over 100,000 words when the story has already been sketched in so few words.

However, all is not wasted. I go back to those rough sketches maybe a year or two later and a lightbulb goes on and a whole book of what-ifs are conceived. However, I do use ProwritingAid so I can pick up on repetition, overlong sentences etc. I use this programme when I am at the editing stage.

 

Arabella: If the person of your dreams, (husband/wife/partner/or superstar), was to take you out for the night, where would they take you and what would you do?

Sheila:  Basically, I am a snuggle-up-in-pj’s kind of girl, especially now the evening are getting longer, and growing cooler. So, my favourite man and I turn the lights down low, open the wine and listen to our favourite music, dance in our jim-jams in the living room in front of a roaring fire - and the rest is a secret…

Arabella: Do you have any great writing, publishing, or marketing tips you’d like to share to “want-to-be” authors starting out on their writing journey?

Sheila:  Write what is in your heart. Don’t follow the latest trend, because by the time it’s published the trend will probably have passed and before you start your career, the moment has passed. Be a she-wolf not a sheep.

Join a reputable writing group, research what success they have had. That way, you know you will be seen as committed, whilst in the company of professionals. Experts in the craft of writing, like the R.N.A. Romantic Novelists Association, give loads of valuable advice and have a scheme especially for new writers who will be able to have their work critiqued by an expert.

As far as marketing goes, these days you NEED an online presence. Be it Facebook, Twitter, Instagram – which I’m still getting used to btw. When you send your ms to an agent or publisher they will look for your online activity. As writers are expected to do more promotion for their books than in past years it may help if you are an active member of the online community who can spread the word about your writing. If so, so much the better.

 

Arabella: Thank you so much for being a super guest on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat today, Sheila. And the tip about ‘ProwritingAid’ as an editing tool will definitely have to be explored.

Wishing you all the best when promoting your latest release - The Mersey Girls

Arabella

www.arabellasheen.co.uk

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:    Sheila Riley

Sheila Riley has written four number one bestsellers under the pseudonym, Annie Groves. Now writing under her own name she created The Reckoner’s Row series, starting with The Mersey Orphan. The second in the series, The Mersey Girls, is set around the River Mersey and its docklands. Sheila still lives in Liverpool.

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BOOK BLURB:    The Mersey Girls

When Evie Kilgaren takes over the running of the office at Skinner & Son’s haulage yard, she has no idea she is  walking into a hive of blackmail, secrets and lies. As we return to the lives and loves of those living and working in the Mersey Docklands, not everything is as it seems when love and luck are rarely on the same side.

Published by Boldwood Books August 2020

BUY LINKS:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mersey-Girls-gritty-family-Reckoners-ebook/dp/B086669T5J/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=sheila+riley&qid=1601289093&sr=8-1

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Westbury by Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 2

 

Westbury

A Traditional Regency Romance

Arabella Sheen

Can Miss Georgina Morton surrender her independence and accept the Duke’s love?

Miss Georgina Morton, at the age of four-and-twenty, with a modest annual income of four hundred pounds, believes she has no need of a husband and can manage quite nicely without one. Yet within a matter of weeks, she’s betrothed to Giles Glentworth, the Sixth Duke of Westbury, and bound for Regency London.

Set in rural Wiltshire and elegant, fast-paced London...a runaway ward, a shooting at midnight, and a visit to fashionable Almack’s, are only a few of the adventures Georgina enjoys while falling for the Corinthian charms of the Duke.

Chapter One    Excerpt 2….continued.

It wasn’t often that such a smartly dressed person of obvious means arrived in Avebury. And although she was reluctant to become involved in a problem that wasn’t hers, being of a caring nature, she decided she could not ignore the fact that this young person seemed genuinely distressed and in need of assistance.

“I’m supposed to be travelling to Marlborough and from there to London,” he said. “That preposterous coachman misunderstood the matter and claimed my fare was paid only to this point and no farther. It wasn’t my fault. Truly it wasn’t. But he has thrown me from the stagecoach, and I’ve no idea where I am.”

“You are in Avebury, sir,” Georgina said.

“Avebury? But I was to change at Marlborough, not Avebury.”

“Was your fare paid only to here?”

“I don’t know. I expect so. But that’s beside the point.”

“Well, it appears the coachman didn’t agree with you. I’m sure he expected to be paid for his trouble. He couldn’t allow you to travel on the stagecoach for nothing, could he? That would be unreasonable, would it not?”

Georgina looked about her, searching for signs of assistance, but there were none. No one was in sight. The hostlers at the inn had disappeared, and it was just her and the young man to be seen. For a brief moment, Georgina wondered if she could ignore the youth’s plight and walk on. But she couldn’t.

“I explained to the coachman that I must reach London urgently and that he will be paid on the nose and in full upon arrival. But he was unwilling to understand. He laughed at me and said the coach wasn’t bound for London. Once he reached Marlborough, he was to travel south to the Port of Plymouth. This is truly awful…”

At a loss to know how to help, Georgina said, “If this is the case, then it is indeed awful.”

“He said if I wished to travel on his bone-rattler, I should cough up the necessary, and only then could I board the stage.”

“Really?”

“He did. But I could not pay him. At least I can’t pay. Not until I reach London. And as you can see, the coach has now gone.”

“Yes. It has.”

The young man ran his hand beneath his nose, and Georgina thought she heard him give a loud, woeful sniff.

“The thing is, when I reach London, I mean to ask my Great Aunt to advance me a few shillings from next quarter’s pin money. Until then, unfortunately, I’m without funds.”

Pin money!

Stepping nearer, Georgina decided her impression that something was amiss was indeed correct. This young person, dressed strangely in gentleman’s clothing, could not be the whippersnapper she had first supposed him to be. And taking a closer look, she concluded that he…was in fact a she…and was possibly fresh from the schoolroom, with tell-tell marks of girlish tears on her face to prove it.

Georgina thought the girl was of too tender an age to be allowed abroad without an escort. And by the manner in which she spoke, it was apparent she came from a good home and was well educated. There was also an air of refined gentility about her, revealing a distinct sense of quality and breeding. Georgina suspected there was more to this mystery than one would first suppose.

From the noticeable lack of luggage, there being only a couple of carpet bags to be seen, Georgina thought there was definitely a story that needed to be told.

The young girl began worriedly wringing her hands together. “I’m in the middle of nowhere, and I’ve no idea how to reach London by nightfall. I shall be extremely grateful if you can offer some suggestions on what must be done, madam. I wonder if you can help.”

Georgina was unsure what course of action should be taken. The next stagecoach passing through Avebury wasn’t due until the next day, and the idea of walking to Marlborough was unthinkable. Like the young girl, she too was at a standstill.

“I should hate to find myself in such a position as you seem to be. I’m sure I don’t know how best you may proceed, sir!” she said. Then seeing a look of disappointment appear on the girl’s face, Georgina took pity. “The only suggestion I can offer is to tell you that my father may be of some assistance in this matter. He gives excellent counsel at the most desperate of times. Let me make myself known to you. My name is Georgina Morton, and I live but a few miles yonder with my Papa at Rose Hill House. It’s situated across those fields. Near that clump of trees.” Pointing over the fields, Georgina drew attention to a large cluster of sycamores not too distant. “I’m in no doubt that once we arrive, a solution to your troubles will be found, and the world will not seem so gloomy. I’m also certain you must be famished and would perhaps like some lunch.”

“In all honesty, Miss Morton, the chance of a glass of lemonade would not come amiss.” The young girl smiled her gratitude. “I left home early this morning, and have had nothing to eat or drink since. I’ve never travelled by stagecoach, and didn’t realise that I ought to have brought some food with me. It has been terrible. We were all squashed inside the coach together and the heat was almost enough to make me swoon. That is, if gentlemen were given to swooning.”

The girl had hurriedly corrected herself.

“To be truthful, sir, I believe you not to be a gentleman at all,” said Georgina.

Georgina was determined to get to the bottom of this. If she could gain the girl’s trust and ensure all was revealed, then perhaps things might become clear.

When the girl realised her disguise had been uncovered, a blush of discomfort spread across her cheeks. “Is it so obvious that I’m not a man? I had hoped to fool everyone I met on my journey. My worry is that someone will discover who I am and return me to Bath before I reach my destination.”

Disclaimer, Copyrights and Publishing

Any names or characters have no existence outside the imagination of the

author or are used fictitiously, and actual events are purely coincidental.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, copied,

stored in a retrieval system known or hereinafter invented, without

written permission of the publisher.

Copyright © 2019 by – Arabella Sheen

Published by priceplacebooks

All rights reserved.

ISBN 978-0-9575698-4-3

About Arabella Sheen

  

Arabella Sheen is a British author of contemporary romance and likes nothing more than the challenge of starting a new novel with fresh ideas and inspiring characters.

One of the many things Arabella loves to do is to read. And when she’s not researching or writing about romance, she is either on her allotment sowing and planting with the seasons or she is curled on the sofa with a book, while pandering to the demands of her attention-seeking cat.

Having lived and worked in the Netherlands as a theatre nurse for nearly twenty years, she now lives in the south-west of England with her family.

Arabella hopes her readers have as much pleasure from her romance stories as she has in writing them.

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Welcome to Historical Fiction Author - Lizzie Page

I’m delighted to welcome Lizzie Page to my blog.

Lizzie Page - Author

Hello Lizzie – I’m so pleased we were able to connect through social media and the Romantic Novelists' Association Facebook Group. I always marvel at how supportive and encouraging various reading and books groups can be when sharing ‘book’ news. But before we discover more about your latest release - The Wartime Nanny - here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers and followers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.

Arabella: You’ve got an idea for a story but it has yet to take shape. Where do you start? Do you concentrate on the location in the story, or developing the characters personalities, or are there other key points you might consider?

Lizzie:  This is exactly where I am with my writing now!  So, I have an idea for some of the characters, their issues and the journey I want to take them on. I have some idea of the era – late 1940’s and the settings – an orphanage – the theme which is along the vague lines of ‘It’s not only the children who are looking for home.’ And I kind of know the beginning and the end, but I have no idea of location AT ALL – possibly Suffolk? or, as yet, what happens in the (very saggy) middle. I’m hoping that will reveal itself to me once I get going properly!  

Arabella: In your latest release, The Wartime Nanny, what is the overall theme or premise, and what made you choose this topic?

Lizzie:  The Wartime Nanny is about a young Jewish woman, Natalie, who comes to London from Austria, in the 1930s to work as a nanny for a small boy. As the situation back home worsens, Natalie has to work out who she can trust and how to get her family to safety.

It was inspired by finding out that 20,000 Jewish girls came to London from Germany and Austria to work as domestic servants in the UK.  This is a feature in The Remains of the Day where Stevens the butler stands by his boss who wants the girls sacked. I wanted to write a story from one of the girls’ points of view. Cultural struggle, first love, guilt and grief, ‘being good’, are some of the themes. Refugees are rarely out of the news; I wanted to humanise a refugee story and also cover that painful sense of being ‘Lost between two shores’. It has turned out to be my most personal novel yet, and I have borrowed quite liberally from my own life.

Arabella: You’re stuck in a lift and it’s a two-hour wait before a pain-free extraction. What emergency rations would you like to be sent down the lift shaft?

Lizzie:  As long as I have something to read, my phone to play on, and – either coffee and cake, or crisps and a fizzy drink, I’ll be fine. Send down all the unhealthy food – Under the circumstances, I think it’s acceptable! 

Arabella: You’ve arranged to meet up with friends and family for an afternoon of fun. Where do you go and what do you do?

Lizzie:  Ooh...beach, bookshops, coffee shops, even a lift shaft if it’s with amusing friends. I live by the sea so am often to be found mooching there, but I love days up in London – museums and art galleries - and have a special liking for National Trust tea rooms.

Arabella: The moment we are published, a career path is usually envisaged. Do you have any aspirations or ambitions for yourself and any future novels you might write?

Lizzie:  I hope to keep on, keeping on. I wanted to write (and to get paid for writing) for gazillions of years: to be published is a huge privilege and I’m determined to run with the opportunity. The book I’m working on now is part of a three-book series, so I hope that’s not a flop. I love hearing from contented readers. It really is special to hear that your story moved someone, or made them think or gave them pleasure. Another favourite thing is to be translated in another language, so I’d love to see more of that. More than that, who knows?! 

Thank you for joining me on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat, Lizzie. It was great to discover you are working on a new novel, and I hope your “saggy middle” rises to become a fluffy centre piece.  

All the best for you latest release – The Wartime Nanny

Arabella

www.arabellasheen.co.uk

About Lizzie Page

Lizzie Page - Author

I love escaping into fictional worlds especially historical fiction - I particularly love reading about the way women used to live. I grew up in a sea-side town in Essex, about forty miles from London. After studying politics at University, I worked as an English teacher in Paris and then in Tokyo for five years. I came back to England, worked in various jobs, and eventually did an MA in creative writing at Goldsmiths. Husband Steve, three lovely children and Lenny the cockapoo all conspire to stop me writing.

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Book Blurb:    The Wartime Nanny

The Nazis are everywhere now. We must leave Vienna. It might be that soon our letters won’t get out anymore. Can you help, dear sister? Please, ask for us. Send news, and quickly. Please.
London, 1936. Sixteen-year-old Natalie Leeman leaves her family behind in Vienna and travel to England to join her cousin Leah in service. Natalie is placed with a wealthy suburban family, the Caplins, as a nanny to their energetic six-year-old.
At first, Natalie is delighted by the huge house and beautiful gardens, but things aren’t as perfect as they seem. While Natalie dotes on their child, she is increasingly wary of Mr Caplin, whose gruff manor and fascist politics scare her. And then there are those still waiting at home – Mama and her two sisters, as well as a blossoming romance with her English tutor that had only just begun.
But when Vienna falls under Nazi rule, Natalie begins to fear for her family, especially her vivacious, tomboy little sister Libby. Then rumours of a possible escape route from mainland Europe called the kindertransport begin to swirl – can Natalie help her family escape the Nazis before it’s too late?

A heartbreaking wartime novel – emotional and unforgettable. Perfect for fans of The Alice Network, The Tattooist of Auschwitz and Before We Were Yours.

The Wartime Nanny - Release date: September 11^th 2020  

Buy Links: 

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wartime-Nanny-totally-unputdownable-historical-ebook/dp/B089WHBTVJ/ref=sr_1_2?crid=3D7F85B296HXH&dchild=1&keywords=lizzie+page+kindle+books&qid=1595588086&sprefix=lizzie+Page%2Caps%2C505&sr=8-2

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Wartime-Nanny-totally-unputdownable-historical-ebook/dp/B089WHBTVJ/ref=sr_1_2?crid=3D7F85B296HXH&dchild=1&keywords=lizzie+page+kindle+books&qid=1595588086&sprefix=lizzie+Page%2Caps%2C505&sr=8-2 

Westbury by Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 1

 

Westbury

A Traditional Regency Romance

Arabella Sheen

Can Miss Georgina Morton surrender her independence and accept the Duke’s love?

Miss Georgina Morton, at the age of four-and-twenty, with a modest annual income of four hundred pounds, believes she has no need of a husband and can manage quite nicely without one. Yet within a matter of weeks, she’s betrothed to Giles Glentworth, the Sixth Duke of Westbury, and bound for Regency London.

Set in rural Wiltshire and elegant, fast-paced London...a runaway ward, a shooting at midnight, and a visit to fashionable Almack’s, are only a few of the adventures Georgina enjoys while falling for the Corinthian charms of the Duke.

Chapter One    Excerpt 1

March 1814 – The Runaway Ward

Avebury, Wiltshire, England

Miss Georgina Morton placed the basket of eggs she carried on the boundary wall and paused in the act of walking to the vicarage. It was noon, and the south-bound stagecoach, with its heavy load of luggage and boisterous passengers, was arriving at The Red Lion Inn.

Enthralled by the commotion unfolding before her, Georgina watched with interest as the drama evolved.

The coach slowed to enter the inn’s cobblestoned courtyard, and with a sharp tug on the horses’ reins, the coachman brought the vehicle to an abrupt standstill. A swirling veil of dust was left in the stage’s wake, and when the cloud of dry dirt settled, the inn came alive with the sound of bustling people.

Without ceremony, the door to the coach was flung open, and as it slammed hard against the side of the vehicle, a young man, irate with temper and shouting his protests, leapt from the carriage, demanding the postilion’s attention.

“Why have we stopped?” he said. “We must leave…now. I’ve travelled from Bath and it’s essential I reach Marlborough before noon. I must catch the next stage to London and insist we depart from here at once.”

The weary postilion shrugged his shoulders in an uncaring way, and in a broad West Country accent, said, “Young sir, I’m afraid that can’t be done. We’re obliged to stop and rest the horses. We also have to wait for these good people to finish inside the inn.”

With much speed and eagerness, the other travellers on the stage hurriedly disembarked, and vanished through an arched doorway into the tavern.

The postilion, ignoring the young man and his grievances, walked to the horses’ heads and checked the bridles and tack, before inspecting the thick leather straps on the heavy luggage. He was ensuring the passengers' trunks and baggage were securely buckled in place prior to the coach’s departure.

The incensed youngster, with his fair curls awry and his attire askew, paced back and forth with impatience.

His annoyance at his unfortunate situation was made known, and it was clear he was in a hurry to be on his way. He demanded of anyone within earshot that the stage changed its route to accommodate the urgency of his journey, but none of his fellow passengers were listening.

Georgina looked on with amusement as the young person flayed his hands in the air and stamped a foot with frustration. All his efforts for a speedy departure were futile. And the postilion, unconcerned for the young traveller’s plight, continued tending the horses.

From where Georgina stood, she could see, through large casement windows, travellers busily eating what they could, before having to leave the turnpike inn. The stage was to stop briefly, and people had only a fleeting chance to benefit from a tankard of ale or a glass of wine before continuing on their travels.

For some, breaking their journey at The Red Lion Inn was a welcome chance to stretch their legs and rest from travelling, but the young sir paid no heed to the needs of his fellow travellers. His concern was wholly for himself and his desire to be on his way.

“I tell you, we must proceed at once,” he again berated the postilion. “There is no time for delay.”

His argument created a commotion, and Georgina, along with several passing villagers, watched on with interest as the furore unfolded.

Another coachman, who was somewhat older and had a mass of curling whiskers, wandered over and joined in with the discussion.

With legs astride and arms akimbo, the coachman, taking matters in hand, said, “Now you listen here, little breeches. Seems my friend, the postilion, ain’t getting his message across. We’re waiting for everyone inside to finish.”

“But―”

“And I be takin’ no orders from the likes of you. You’re nout but a young ‘un.”

“Fustian! I’m old enough to know what I’m doing, and old enough to know I have to be on my way. I’ve a right to―”

“And I’ve the right to throw anyone from the stage I think might cause trouble. If you ain’t careful, you’ll find yourself stranded.”

“Not if I have any say in the matter,” said the young sir.

Gripping the handle on the carriage door, the young man flung the door open and clambered hastily inside. He then sat with his nose haughtily in the air, and looked out of the carriage window at the affronted faces of the coachman and postilion.

A large crowd had gathered, drawn by the noise the men were making. Curiosity had taken hold and people wanted to know what had happened.

“Out,” said the coachman with rage in his voice. “I said, out!”

Then from the postilion, warning shouts of imminent departure were called. “Stagecoach leaving! Stagecoach leaving!”

Chaos was in the air.

Although curious to know the outcome of the heated discussion, Georgina, with places to be and things to do, lifted her basket off the wall and walked on. It was only on her return journey, having delivered the freshly laid eggs to the vicarage and collected a package for her father from the post-office that she discovered the young man from earlier was still stood outside the inn. He’d not, as she first supposed, continued on his journey.

She also noticed he was not of an age to be called a man, but was in fact, a mere slip of a boy: a young whippersnapper, as her Papa would say.

What little luggage he had was at his feet, and he was alone.

All signs of the stagecoach and its passengers having stopped at the turnpike inn were gone; and there was now a strange, disconcerting silence about the place. The frenzied activity of earlier was no longer.

Even though the young man was dressed in clothes of excellent quality, it was obvious that what he wore, including the tasselled Hessian boots on his feet and the pristine white neckcloth tied stylishly beneath his shirt points, could not belong to him. Everything he wore was several sizes too large and his attire had clearly not been tailored to fit his petite frame.

The young man gingerly approached.

“Excuse me for being so bold.” His eyes were wide with panic. “I find myself to be in somewhat of a predicament.”

The young man was scared and trembled visibly. Something had alarmed him, and he appeared quite distressed.

“And what might that predicament be?” Georgina asked. She wondered what was to come.

Disclaimer, Copyrights and Publishing

Any names or characters have no existence outside the imagination of the

author or are used fictitiously, and actual events are purely coincidental.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, copied,

stored in a retrieval system known or hereinafter invented, without

written permission of the publisher.

Copyright © 2019 by – Arabella Sheen

Published by priceplacebooks

All rights reserved.

ISBN 978-0-9575698-4-3

About Arabella Sheen

Arabella Sheen is a British author of contemporary romance and likes nothing more than the challenge of starting a new novel with fresh ideas and inspiring characters.

One of the many things Arabella loves to do is to read. And when she’s not researching or writing about romance, she is either on her allotment sowing and planting with the seasons or she is curled on the sofa with a book, while pandering to the demands of her attention-seeking cat.

Having lived and worked in the Netherlands as a theatre nurse for nearly twenty years, she now lives in the south-west of England with her family.

Arabella hopes her readers have as much pleasure from her romance stories as she has in writing them.

Social Media

Website: http://www.arabellasheen.co.uk/

Twitter:  http://twitter.com/ArabellaSheen

Facebook Author: https://www.facebook.com/ArabellaSheenAuthor

BUY LINKS: 

Website: http://www.arabellasheen.co.uk/westbury---sweet-regency-romance.html

Amazon – Nook – Kobo – Smashwords – Apple – etc.: https://books2read.com/u/mla2xB