I have a number of comments I would like to send all that lovely yet unknown audience who kindly respond to my blogs. Thank for from the very bottom of my writer’s heart. You cannot believe how wonderful if it is to receive comments from all over the world. If only I could read those written in Vietnamese and/or Chinese, but alas the translation on my computer seems to be malfunctioning.
You should know that my blog has a system which erases those comments I consider irrelevant. These variably are either ads or random nonsense. What I truly don’t understand is why these senders bother. I wish they would save themselves the effort as they will never appear on my blog.
Also, please take note that sometimes the words I place on my blog are not mine but belong to another author. This information is always places at the very top of the blog so there should be no misunderstandings.
The other thing I feel I should mention that 2015 is a bad year for beginning and middle range authors. Big publishers are accepting very little and pulling in their subsidiary companies. But take heart! This has happened before, as in the 90’s a time when small companies blossomed. Swings and slides. Except now there is the added problem of so many bad books appearing on line often ‘for free’. How can anyone find you amongst that welter? I have no answer except the secret belief that good stuff will eventually survive in spite of all these drawbacks.
Back to pleasanter issues. What a thrill it would be if those people who read my blog also dipped into my books. Given you are computer literate enough to read a blog I assume you won’t mind reading a book on line. Most of my latest books are hardcopy – that is, a book with paper pages – and also can be read on line.
So in an attempt to wet your appetite I am displaying the cover and the opening of my latest adult romance: PENELOPE’S GHOST. This novel is available on Kindle and other book readers for a very, very small sum.
“Penelope’s Ghost”: www. boroughspublishinggroup.com
UNCOVERING MY SECRETS
“He fell in love with someone else,” Richard repeated thoughtfully. “Was she a friend of yours?”
It must be time to confess. What he would think of me after that, I didn’t dare consider. “Actually, she was a he. Simon fell in love with Robert and finally admitted he was gay.”
Richard’s eyebrows shot up. “Married to someone as lovely and intelligent as you? That’s almost impossible to believe.”
Lovely? Intelligent? Not knowing how to respond to these compliments I said quickly, “I think Simon always knew he was gay. Even when he married me, he was just in denial. I was too dumb to wake up to it.”
“When you did realise, how did it make you feel?”
“Angry. Miserable. Then totally stupid,” I answered. “There were so many hints, but I kept on ignoring them.” Then I dared to venture, as the atmosphere between us was definitely pulsing, “He was never interested in sex.”
His face blank, Richard turned to the next page of the book we were sharing, then another. In the pause I heard an owl hoot and the wind rustle a branch against the window.
At last he put down the book. “Never interested in sex. That mean you’re not? Let’s find out.” With this, he placed one arm around my waist and with the other hand tilted my head so I faced him. Then he carefully and delicately placed his mouth over mine.