Wednesday, 31 July 2019

Welcome to Historical Author - Jean Moran

I’m delighted to welcome Jean Moran to my blog.

Hello Jean, I’m so thrilled to have you as a guest on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat today. Over the years, we’ve met on many occasions and shared countless laughs (and a drink or two) with fellow members of the Romantic Novelists’ Association - BathWiltsChapter at our local watering hole in Lacock. The hilarious stories you’ve told of the ups and downs of being an author have had us practically rolling on the pub floor in stitches. But before we discover more about your latest release, Tears of the Dragon, here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.

Arabella: How did you manage to get your first novel published and what did you learn from the experience?
Jean: I studied the markets and happened on an opening with Virgin. It resulted in me obtaining a publishing contract just fourteen months after I started writing. I went on to write twelve in that particular genre.

Arabella: If you could choose, which would it be: A walk in the woods, a walk along a beachfront to dip your toes in the sea, or a day shopping for clothes?
Jean: The woods or clothes, though I will let you into a secret – I buy most of my clothes in charity shops or on ebay – secondhand. I’ve had some great bargains – Phase Eight dresses and jumpers for around £8, ditto Ted Baker, Betty Barclay and All Saints. I look to look good but at a reasonable price.
I spent too much time on the sea living on a sailing yacht, so that’s well and truly out of my system. I prefer the quiet of a forest – notably Tintern Forest where I used to live and take walks with my dog. Fabulous views and full of red deer.

Arabella: Who or what inspired you to write your latest release, Tears of the Dragon?
Jean: I’d had enough of writing about WW2 Home Front. I wanted to expand the genre into historical epic and depict my characters against the momentous happenings in both the military and political arena. One of my favourite books was King Rat by James Clavell, also Shogun. I was interested in the Far East. I had written touched on the fall of Singapore in previous books that I wrote both as Lizzie Lane and Erica Brown, but so too had a lot of other authors.
I can’t recall anyone writing about the fall of Hong Kong on Christmas Day in 1941 and I got interested. Along the way I became interested in Kowloon Walled City, a Chinese enclave in the midst of a British Crown Colony. Doctor Rowena Rossiter, my main character, is imprisoned there for a while and it’s oddly comfortable compared with the prison camp she ends up in – and funded by opium.

Arabella: Where do you read? Sofa or bed or ____?
Jean: Anywhere except when travelling. I get travel sick reading except on an aircraft.

Arabella: Some authors write at first light, others need a mug of coffee or a glass of wine before putting pen to paper. When writing, are there any “essentials” you need to help the words flow?
Jean: Whenever I feel a need. I don’t need any essentials. I’ve been told I’m a natural born storyteller. As long as I’ve got a scrap of paper, the stub of a pencil and an idea, then I’m away.

Arabella: You’re halfway through the work-in-progress, you’re about to kill off the hero and there is going to be no happy-ever-after. In other words, you’re stuck! If you had to contact an “author/publisher/editor friend” for guidance, who would it be?
Jean: Nobody. If you’re any good you work your way through. I’m experienced enough (over fifty books published) to know that a better idea will come along if I just let it simmer.

Arabella: The T.V. is on and you’re in control of the remote. Which is it to be: A quiz programme…An afternoon of sport…A family soap…A romantic film you always wanted to see but missed when it was shown at the cinema?
Jean: Might do a quiz, never watch a soap, do watch cricket, but rarely watch or read romance – which might be something of a surprise. Unless the film is Casablanca which I’ve seen many times. Other than that, no romance please. Give me a thriller or a war film.

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?
Jean: Get a job in Tesco – it’s less work!   Seriously, understand that your reader becomes your lead character when they’re reading. Tell the story and always keep on board that your main character takes the story forward not a load of cleverly crafted prose. You’re the storyteller, the descendent of those who sat round the fire in Neolithic times and told stories verbally. If you can tell a good story across a pub table, you’ve got the makings of a writer.

Thank you so much for sharing some of your writing secrets with your readers, Jean. I’m sure, like me, they were amazed you never watch or read romance stories. I’m now wondering where you get your inspiration from so you can write such blockbusting bestsellers!
Best wishes and good luck with Tears of the Dragon.
Arabella Sheen


Best-selling author of over fifty novels mainly concentrating on World War Two. Winner of BBC New Writers Award.
Once keen on breeding and showing dogs, now keen on sailing around in warm climes, writing books and sampling Italian wine.
FAVOURITE QUOTE  --  I'm the right weight for eight feet tall.

A sweeping, exotic historical saga for fans of Dinah Jefferies.

One sultry evening in Kowloon, Dr Rowena Rossiter and Sister Alice Huntley are off-duty and in search of fun – little knowing that their world is on the brink of collapse.

That night, Rowena will meet two men who will fight for her heart for the next four years. Connor O'Connor, the rebellious Irish soldier, who will woo and then lose her, and Kim Pheloung. Immensely rich and the most beautiful man Rowena has ever seen, he is also the most ruthless, with a sinister need possess and control.

When the Japanese invasion leaves this previously strong and independent woman raped and broken, who will succeed in claiming Rowena's body and soul? And will she ever learn to love the child born of that terrible Christmas Day?


Friday, 26 July 2019

Castell's Passion by Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 1

Castell’s Passion

Arabella Sheen

A night in his arms, but it comes at a price. Will her heart survive?

Billionaire Marc Castell, owner of the Castell Hotel Group, isn’t looking for love. His jet-set lifestyle means he’s a ‘love them and leave them’ type of guy…that is, until Kate McKenna walks into his life.
Kate is on the warpath. Her underage sister is planning to spend a weekend in Paris with Marc’s nephew, and she’s determined to put a stop to the affair before it begins.
Marc has a plan of his own. He promises to save Kate’s sister from his nephew, but there’s a condition attached. Kate has to travel to Cannes with him and play the part of his girlfriend―including spending the night in his bed. Marc hopes this will solve the problem of the unwanted advances he’s been receiving from his friend’s wife. But whenever Marc takes Kate in his arms his world is turned upside down, and he discovers he wants more from her than a casual weekend fling.
Kate has no time for sexy, powerful playboys. She’s too busy building her career and expanding her catering business. But when she gets to know the man behind the façade, she wonders if she can resist the sensual attraction growing between them. Will she be seduced by his charm and sacrifice everything she believes in for one night of passion in his arms?

Marc has a battle on his hands as he strives to win Kate’s love…and her heart.


“Mr. Castell, there’s a Ms. Kate McKenna to see you, sir.”
The door to Castell’s office was ajar, and from across the spacious foyer Kate could hear the receptionist asking him if he would see an unexpected visitor.
Kate heard his firm response. It was a loud, clear, and decisive “No.”
Before Kate had time for second thoughts, she sprung from her chair, grabbed her handbag, and made a beeline across the hall toward the lion’s den. She was like a torpedo on a self-destruct mission. Nothing was stopping her. Not even the defenseless receptionist guarding the door to the inner sanctum of Castell’s office.
Barging into the room, Kate stood her ground. At last she was facing Castell—the man she’d come to see—and she wasn’t least not until she’d said what she’d come to say.
The enemy was before her, and with an impatient, defiant toss of her head she waited undaunted for his reaction. None came. There was no backlash of anger and no verbal assault of harsh, insensitive words. The man remained silent.
A stony quietness filled the room, and without commentary, he observed her as if making a cold, calculating assessment of her. Sitting at his desk, he leaned backward, relaxing into the backrest of his swivel chair, and with dark, mysterious eyes he examined Kate from the top of her head to her feet, and he wasn’t missing a thing.
Kate was dressed in a pair of faded jeans that was a size too small, and a skimpy cotton top which was a little too short. Some people might think her outfit looked casual and too sexy for such opulent surroundings, but today she didn’t care what she looked like. She was in no mood to worry one iota what others thought.
She wasn’t there to impress. She was there, at Castell House in Grosvenor Square, the headquarters of the Castell Hotel Group in London, to deliver her message and get her point across. She was going to make it crystal clear to Mr. “Casanova” Castell that he was to keep his hands off her sister Nikki.
Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, and she was ready to do battle. Even though her heart was hammering fiercely in her chest, she was holding her nerve.
She guessed Castell must be in his early thirties. Power and authority was oozing from him, and against her will, she found herself physically drawn toward him. There was an instant attraction, a compelling pull. And she didn’t know if her anger was fueling her emotions or if it was his magnetism.
Now she understood why Nikki was attracted to him. She could see and feel the chemistry he radiated for herself. Castell was an impressive figure of a man and one look from those dark, piercing eyes left her enthralled.
Jet-black hair touched the collar of his crisp, white shirt. He was clean-shaven, bronzed, and an uber-smart dresser. At a guess she’d say he was wearing a hand-made Savile Row suit, but she could be wrong. His suit jacket was draped around the back of his chair, but it didn’t really matter, because she knew that whatever Castell wore he would look like the high-powered finance magnet he was.
Standing in front of his desk, she was aware of his penetrating gaze. There was no mistaking the attraction in his eyes. He was assessing her, weighing her up, and Kate could tell by the slow, seductive smile showing on Castell’s face that he was interested.
It had taken a lot of effort and nerve on her part to get past the barrage of security personnel protecting him. But she’d done it. And she was sure that was something very few people had managed to achieve.
In the stillness of the room Kate felt something stir deep within her, and for a brief moment she thought she saw a flicker of the same desire mirrored on his face.
Castell was the most magnificent looking man she’d ever seen, and as he shuffled the papers he’d been reading, she wondered what it would be like to feel those strong, masculine hands on her body. She could only imagine the heated torture they would inflict, but it was a heated torture she was certain any woman would be willing to endure.
He was sex on legs, and with his potent looks she could understand why, and how, any woman, including her sister, would feel sexually drawn to him. She sensed it would be so easy to succumb to his wishes and bend to his will.
“That will be all, Clair,” Castell said to the receptionist in his deeply emphasized French accent.
Tingles ran up and down Kate’s spine at the sound of his voice. That sexy voice was enough to make any woman go weak at the knees.
Clair left the room, and as the door closed behind her Castell pointed to a sofa at the far end of the room, indicating for Kate to sit down.
“Take a seat. I shan’t be long,” he said. Then, ignoring her as if she were no longer present in the room, he returned to the pile of paperwork in front of him.
Looking at the man working behind the desk, Kate realized he wasn’t at all what she’d expected. She’d thought Eduardo Castell would be nearer Nikki’s age. This man wasn’t, and it made the situation worse than she’d originally thought it was. Castell was no young adolescent. He was a mature adult who was, at a guess, at least twice her sister’s age.
“I need to talk to you about Nikki,” she said with resolution in her voice. She wasn’t going to be brushed off or dismissed out of hand. She was going to make herself heard.
“And I said sit.” He didn’t even look up.
Kate opened her mouth to protest, but then thought better of it. On trembling legs she went to the far side of the room, tossed her handbag carelessly onto one of the sofas, and taking a seat, waited for the overbearing, obnoxious Mr. Castell to finish what he was doing.

Castell’s Passion
Copyright © 2016, Arabella Sheen
ISBN: 9781944270384
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.
Electronic Publication: August 2016
Editor: Pamela Tyner
Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs

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Wednesday, 24 July 2019

Welcome to Romance Author - Sherry Gloag

I’m delighted to welcome Sherry Gloag to my blog. 

Hello Sherry. It’s lovely to have you join us. But before we get to hear about your latest release, Queen of Diamonds, here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.

Sherry: Thank you for inviting me to your blog, Arabella, it’s a pleasure to be here today. I write romance. The wonderful thing about writing romances is that within that single genre there are so many more genres an author can choose from. I write contemporary romance, Regency romance and light paranormal romance. I also like to add a twist of mystery, history and intrigue to my stories so within the three genres mentioned I expand into sub-genres too.
Arabella: Are there any organisations, writing, or reader groups, you belong to? And, how do they support or help you in creating such wonderful, inspirational novels?
Sherry: The RNA ~ The Romantic Novelists’ Association. There are regular meetings and conferences (which due to family health issues I’m unable to attend) members who do attend share info and photos in groups online. The support and friendships are phenomenal.
Facebook has its problems, but again it offers you the chance to join so many groups of like-minded people who share their experiences, good and bad, and I learn so much from them. I could go on but... 

Arabella: Where do you read? Sofa or bed or ____?
Sherry: Pretty much anywhere, except the sofa!  The garden in good weather, my workshop when it is cold but sunny, my bed in the evening are just a few places when at home. If I’m out, like waiting for an appt, I’ll take a book with me.

Arabella: In your latest release, Queen of Diamonds, who is your favourite character and why?
Sherry: Queen of Diamonds is a short, short novella that originally released in a valentine’s anthology many years ago. I did an extensive re-write and had it professionally edited when the rights were returned at the start of this year. It released this March.
I have a soft spot for my hero, Culley. He is so not ready for love when it strikes, and yet after he’s had time to convince himself love at first sight exists, he sets about reeling Sybil in.

Arabella: When writing a novel, how do you work? Are you a plotter or pantser?
Sherry: I am a pantser, in as much I have no idea how the story is going to develop, but over time have found that if I add a brief précis at the end of each chapter to read through before working on the next one and then using the ‘who,’ ‘where’ and ‘when’ brigade I have a rough idea of which direction the next scene is going to take.

Arabella: Which would you prefer to do: 1) spend a morning vigorously working out at the gym, 2) be pampered from head to toe at the spa and beauty salon, 3) indulge and pile on the pounds with a romantic dinner for two?
Sherry: The idea of being pampered is too beguiling to be ignored :-)

Arabella: Which do you prefer to wear: beach shorts and top, a long evening skirt and blouse, pyjamas and slippers?
Sherry: In the context of this question it would have to be ‘beach shorts and top.’ Fortunately for me, I live quite close to the sea with many lovely sandy beaches to choose from locally and further along the coast.

Arabella: We all have a long list of books we keep meaning to read but never have the time for --- which book is a must read for you this summer?
Sherry: The Hopes and Dreams of Lucy Baker by Jenni Keer to be followed by her most recent release The Unlikely Life of Maisie Meadows

Arabella: What about your future plans? Any books or series in the making?
Sherry: So far 2019 has been the year of book-rights returned. Four to date, including The Respectable Charades, which was included in last year’s Christmas Regency anthology Nine Ladies Dancing. I spent several months working on extensive re-writes and having it professionally edited again. I also had fun creating the book cover. I hope to release The Respectable Charades shortly. I am also working on the other *returned* books, plus another, new, Regency romance for this year’s ‘Ladies Dancing’ anthology.

Thank you for being a guest on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat, Sherry. I’m sure your readers will be delighted to know you are revamping, editing, and republishing some of your novels for them to read and enjoy.
Best wishes and happy romance writing…
Arabella Sheen

About Sherry Gloag:
Best-selling author Sherry Gloag now lives in the beautiful East Anglian countryside in the UK. She spent her childhood in Scotland before moving to the Midlands of England.

After cutting her writing teeth with contemporary romance, Sherry tried her hand at light paranormal. Her next adventure, writing Regency stories, produced her best-selling novel, Vidal's Honor.

When she's not writing, Sherry enjoys walking gardening and her crystal craft work. “It's bit like writing :-) When you're in the 'zone' everything just flows. It's a great feeling.”

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Blurb - Queen of Diamonds:

After four months of denying his feelings for Sybil Diamond, Culley Maccailin enlists her brother help to set up a poker game between them. He knows Sybil learned the game from her professional poker-playing father, and is just as good.
If he loses, he’ll fold. If he wins… The sky’s the limit.
As far as Sybil is concerned, love sucks. She’s been burned once and isn’t interested in a repeat performance. When her brother sets her up – again – she’ surprised to learn it’s against Cully Maccailin, the only man who’s stirred her heart since her ex-fiance walked out on her.
Let the game begin.

Buy Link:  Queen of Diamonds


Blurb - The Respectable Charades:
When Jenny discovers her fiancé’s body in his library both families blame her for his death. As they scramble to save their reputations in society, no one could have predicted the consequences.
Faced with homelessness or banishment to a country estate, Jenny accepts banishment despite the conditions attached.
Will the facts surrounding her fiancé’s death be exposed? And what will it take to unmask the truth?

Soon to be released… 
Sherry will keep you posted via:

Friday, 19 July 2019

Temporary Bride by Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 6

Temporary Bride
Arabella Sheen

Max Jordan is one of America’s most powerful, leading corporate lawyers. He is also the major stockholder and head of the billion-dollar corporation - Jordan Diamond Empire.
Max must marry soon to keep the business safe and the company secure from a takeover.
Returning to England in search of the only woman he knows and trusts to help him in his moment of need - he tracks Amy down and asks her to marry him.

Amy Denver wants nothing to do with Max Jordan…and she certainly wants nothing to do with his marriage proposal. Five painful years have passed since Max disappeared from her life and a lot has happened to her in between. Amy has a secret she’d rather he didn’t discover…her secret is Jake…their son. Once again Amy finds herself surrendering to Max and his demands as he whisks her and Jake off to Waterfront, his private, secluded home in the Hamptons.

Excerpt  6 continued...

It all happened five years ago when Amy had been training as a law student at the university. Her parents had died in a head-on collision with another car and, although the accident had been no one’s fault, Amy had been left devastated by their deaths.
Fellow students had become her family. They had supported and pulled her through the rough times. And then Max had come into her life.
They met one afternoon in the law office where she’d been working as a work placement student. Max was a practising lawyer in America at the time, but he had come to England to gain experience in International Commercial Law before returning to his practice in New York.
The ever-so organised Max had his career mapped out before him. Working in England in a specialist field was an opportunity that was supposed to be going to make or break his career.
Nothing and no one was going to stop him on his pathway to success. He was focussed and career-minded, and then along came Amy.
Amy had never been quite sure about Max’s family life or what he did when he was in America, but his family history hadn’t mattered and she’d never really pushed for details.
But perhaps she should have.
She’d been in love with him. Totally. And who he was or where he came from seemed unimportant to her then.
Max used to say his nomadic career style and moving from country to country was an invaluable life experience. What she hadn’t realised was that she too was part of that nomadic learning curve.
It seemed their relationship had been temporary and Max, for whatever reason, had eventually chosen to move on with his life.
They’d had one brief, glorious, hot summer together and then she’d had nothing. He had utterly seduced her and she had been willingly his for the taking. And Max had taken all that she’d offered, leaving her with only the memories.
For six red-hot, steamy, passionate months they had lived together in her compact, one-bedroom apartment not far from the university.
Together they would come home from a long, hard day’s work at the office and it would be an even longer, harder night in bed until the early hours of the morning,
At night they would fall asleep, sweaty and exhausted in each other’s arms until she was woken in the dawn’s early light by his urgent need of her. They couldn’t get enough of one another and their bodies craved fulfilment from one another, like a drug.
He had used her but not unkindly. And when she looked back on their time together she realised she had only herself to blame.
She had been full of innocence and she had been trusting. Her naivety hadn’t been his fault . . . only hers.
When Max’s time in England was at an end he had asked her to go back with him to America, but she couldn’t. The time wasn’t right. She had a law degree to finish.
Amy had been studying for nearly five years and they both thought it would be stupid to throw it all away for the sake of a few months.
He’d said she could always join him later - after her exams were over - but it hadn’t worked out that way.
She had been so sure of his love that as soon as she had finished her exams, she caught the first available flight to America and had flown there with the intention of living with him.
It was to have been a surprise, but the only person who had been surprised was Amy.
Flying into New York International Airport at two in the morning she had been jet-lagged, tired and wanting nothing more than the open arms of Max. Only she couldn’t fall into his waiting arm. He wasn’t there and no one seemed to know where he was.
The night watchman in the apartment complex where he was staying let her in, but only as far as the lobby. She had never been in such a place before. There was marble from floor to ceiling and everything that was chrome or crystal gleamed.
“I’m here to see Max Jordan,” she explained to the night watchman.
“Mr Jordan? Is he expecting you Miss?” he asked politely.
“No, he isn’t. I’m afraid I’ve only just landed,” Amy explained. 
The security guard looked questioningly at the flight bag she was carrying and the off-the-peg jeans she was wearing. Her luggage and clothing weren’t designer labelled and it was obvious to her that anyone entering these portals would usually have ‘chic’ written all over them. She didn’t. She was wearing her comfortable travelling gear.
“If you could buzz him, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing me,” she said bravely and pointed to the elaborate intercom system.
“Buzz him? I’m sorry Miss. There would be no point in buzzing Mr Jordan. The gentleman’s not here,” he explained apologetically.
“Could you say when he’s likely to be home?” she asked.
“Don’t know Miss. It could be tomorrow . . . could be in a couple of months. Last week he packed a bag and the limo took him to the airport. He didn’t say when he’d be back Miss. If you’d like to leave a note I can see that it gets left with his mail. But I can’t say when or even if he’ll get it, Miss. The Jordans have closed the New York apartment until further notice.”
Amy was feeling totally alienated and out of her depth. To make it worse, when she made enquiries at the place where Max was supposed to be working, she was told there had been a family emergency and that he couldn’t be contacted.
That was probably the reason he hadn’t been answering his mobile phone.
 She was faced with the fact Max wasn’t here and no one was prepared to say when, or even if, he was coming back to New York.
Without a green card, she couldn’t get work and although she had sat her law exams, the exam results weren’t out and she had no proof of her qualifications.
Any money she had with her would soon run out and she couldn’t rely on Max returning in the near future.
With no qualifications, no work and nowhere to stay, she had no other option than to return to England.
Reluctantly she caught the next flight home intending to wait for Max to contact her.
He didn’t.
He never wrote, he never phoned, and for several weeks there was only silence.
Amy eventually stopped waiting. She had to get on with her life. She had to start living again.
She had to make plans and build a future for herself…and her unborn baby.

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