Meet The Author Moment With Anneli Purchase / @anneli33 / @SherylBrowne / #LLm

Welcome to another Meet The Author Moment! Today we’re featuring author Anneli Purchase. Read on to learn more about Anneli!

The Interview

Anneli[7][AC]: What inspired you to write your first book? 

[AP]: I had enjoyed writing short stories for a long time but when I joined the local writers’ club and saw that so many of the members were writing longer works, I began to think about telling a longer story. My mother had an eventful life and I thought this would be a good starting point. I took her story and fictionalized it. Julia’s Violinist was the result.

[AC]: Do you have a specific writing style? 

[AP]: I try to make my writing sound like an ordinary person talking, telling a story. It needs to be entertaining and colourful without being flowery, and yet with enough detail to make the reader feel as if they are in the scene they are reading about.


[AC]: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 

[AP]: Not necessarily a message, but I hope that readers will still be thinking about the book and its characters long after they finish reading.


[AC]: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life? 

[AP]: Very often the events in my novels have their beginnings in something I’ve experienced or seen, but I take care to add a lot of fiction as I build the story around them.

[AC]: If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor? 

[AP]: I don’t have a writer in mind that I try to emulate. My mother was an excellent storyteller who always kept her listeners spellbound to the end. What I am trying to do is to combine her talent for storytelling with well-crafted language, written correctly in terms of grammar, and in the voice that the story calls for.

The Books
Author: Anneli Purchase
Orion’s Gift

Orion’s Gift

Will fear become their nemesis or will passion and trust surmount the violence and hostility they have endured? The exotic landscape of Mexico's Baja Peninsula, described by an author who has been there, provides the backdrop for this story of romance and treachery. More info →
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Julia’s Violinist

Julia’s Violinist

The lovely Julia has it all—a seemingly perfect life. The aftermath of WWII changes all that. Widowed and homeless, Julia and her two small children become refugees in their own land. As she tries to rebuild her life, Julia is drawn into a love triangle. New flames or old flames—both can burn and destroy. More info →
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The Wind Weeps

The Wind Weeps

The Wind Weeps is a pure Canadian tale of love, betrayal, and triumph, told with gusto, humour, and bold insight. More info →
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Meet The Author Moment With Sheryl Browne / @SherylBrowne / @ZaraStoneley / #LLm

Welcome to another Meet The Author Moment! Let’s catch up with Sheryl Browne!

Sheryl and Dogs Photo[AC]: What were you like at school? 

[SB]: Shy! Really. I came from a large family and didn’t feel I really excelled at anything. It took a while for the teachers to prise me out of my shell, encouraging me to take part in team sport. Amazingly, I discovered I could catch and hit a mean Rounders ball and I was pretty good at getting the ball through the net in Netball too. As for academic work, I was definitely always the arty sort. I tended to draw in private though, until one of my teachers found my stash of drawings. Suddenly, I was really good at something and was promoted to class artist. That was a huge day for a seven year old, who came to school in hand-me-downs.

[AC]: Were you good at English?

[SB]: Apparently, yes. Chosen to attend at art school at age eleven, English, along with Art and Ceramics, soon became one of my favourite subjects. Again, I didn’t think I was particularly good at it though. And then the English tutor there, a tall, foreboding, quietly spoken man who commanded respect simply by walking in the room, gave me 22/20 for an essay. Now, he’d already stated he never, ever awarded a mark above 19. Still, I was too shy to put up my hand and say, Sir, I think you’ve made a mistake. He just looked at me, I remember, as my cheeks grew hotter and hotter. And then he smiled. Another huge day for me.

[AC]: What are your ambitions for your writing career?

[SB]: I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’d love a huge bestseller someday. Currently, though, having my recent book, The Rest of My Life, recommended to Choc Lit by the WH Smith Travel Fiction buyer and then reaching the dizzy heights of #2 on the Amazon Top 100 Paid Women’s Romance Fiction Best Seller List, is my dream come true. I now have another two contracts with Choc Lit, My ambition therefore is to keep writing, where I never thought I would be able to justify it, and to produce the best work that I can, hopefully providing the reader a wonderful reading experience.

[AC]: Which writers inspire you?

[SB]: I write in two genres, contemporary romance and psychological thriller. In regard to my romance writing, Marian Keyes is a huge inspiration for me. Water Melon was the first book I read by this author and I’ve been addicted ever since. I adore Marian’s writing. Her books tend to deal with modern ailments, but are always written with the compassion and humour I so admire. For my psychological thrills I turn to Martina Cole, whose ability to write gritty, believable characters I’m in awe of. For me, the magic of Martina Cole’s books is her fabulously unique way of leading us seamlessly into the heads of her characters: real flesh and blood people we can identify with and get to know. Fabulous stuff.

[AC]: Give us an insight into your favorite main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

[SB]: Hmm? A difficult one. If I’m choosing from my own characters, it would have to be PC Paul Davis from Warrant for Love. Disillusioned in life and love, Paul is moody, broody and not great relationship material. He comes from a broken home, his wife is divorcing him, he’s got no place to live, he’s losing custody of his son, and his sergeant, who’s sleeping with his wife, is a bully who constantly baits him. It’s a tough road with many potholes along the way, but Paul does eventually turn his life around, learning to trust and love again, above all to love himself a little. His biggest achievement, though, is in realising that if he truly loves his son and wants the best possible life for him, then he has to let him go.

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Author: Sheryl Browne
Death Sentence

Death Sentence

Death Sentence - He's killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do? More info →
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The Rest Of My Life

The Rest Of My Life

Adam sees Sienna as the kind of woman he could commit to. But can he change his damaging behaviour – or is the road to destruction a one-way street? More info →
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Let’s Hear It For the Boys

Let’s Hear It For the Boys

Let’s Hear It For The Boys is a tribute to the men of Movember. The HitLitPro authors have created nine short stories to celebrate the men in our lives, the effect they have on our hearts, our minds (and our bodies), and the difference they can make to the world around them. All profits from the sale of this anthology are being donated. More info →
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Somebody to Love

Somebody to Love

Sigh with contentment, scream with frustration. At times you will weep. More info →
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A Little Bit of Madness

A Little Bit of Madness

White Knight in Blue rescues The Harbour Rest Home. More info →
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Learning To Love

Learning To Love

Sometimes help comes from the most unlikely places … More info →
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Warrant For Love

Warrant For Love

Blackmail, lies, adultery, heartache. Three Love stories wrapped up in one sexiliciously hilarious package. More info →
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The Edge of Sanity

The Edge of Sanity

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The Edge of Sanity: a harrowing story of hope amid loss and betrayal. More info →
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Special Feature! The Rest Of My Life by Sheryl Browne / @SherylBrowne

Well, hello again! I am super excited because just twenty-eight days ago we announced a new release, Death Sentence, from Sheryl Browne. Now, we have a second! The Rest Of My Life will be released from Choc Lit on July 10th, 2015. Read on to learn more about Sheryl’s latest…

The Rest Of My Life

The Rest Of My Life

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Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Publisher: Choc Lit
Publication Year: 2015
ASIN: B00YSS6QTE
ISBN: 9781781892800
Adam sees Sienna as the kind of woman he could commit to. But can he change his damaging behaviour – or is the road to destruction a one-way street?
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About the Book

“You can’t run away from commitment forever … “

Adam Hamilton-Shaw has more reason than most to avoid commitment. Living on a houseboat in the Severn Valley, his dream is to sail into the sunset – preferably with a woman waiting in every port. But lately, his life looks more like a road to destruction than an idyllic boat ride…

Would-be screenplay writer Sienna Meadows realises that everything about Adam spells trouble – but she can’t ignore the feeling that there is more to him than just his bad reputation. Nor can she ignore the intense physical attraction that exists between them.

And it just so happens that Adam sees Sienna as the kind of woman he could commit to. But can he change his damaging behaviour – or is the road to destruction a one-way street?

Shortlisted: LOVE STORIES AWARDS

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Reviewed the Book’s TOP TEN BOOKS

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Excerpt From The Rest Of My Life

Sienna was tucked up in bed with Tobias when she heard him. Was it him? Hardly daring to breathe, she cocked an ear and listened.
‘Sienna!’ She heard again. It was! Scrambling out of bed, much to her dog’s chagrin, Sienna flew to the window and yanked it open.
‘Sienna,’ Adam shouted from down below. ‘I love you!’
Oh, no. Sienna closed her eyes, realising her dad was outside her front door, looking from Adam and then up to her, astounded.
‘I love you, Sienna!’ Adam repeated, loudly.
Sienna peeled an eye open, risking another peek at the inebriated man, declaring his love for her in the rain. Oh God, he was swaying on his feet. He wasn’t even facing the right window.
‘I love your mind,’ Adam went on, now addressing the entire boatyard, including Lauren, who’d joined her at the window, and Nathaniel, who’d appeared, bewildered and bleary-eyed, from the chandlery.
‘I love your body.’ Adam stopped and glanced down at his feet. ‘God, I love your body,’ he reiterated, throatily.
Lauren sighed and rolled her eyes. ‘Perfect. Well done, Adam.’
‘I love you, Sienna! I don’t not want you. I don’t not want you more than anything in my entire life. I’ll sort myself out. I promise!’ Adam went on determinedly – and drunkenly, turning around and heading in the vague direction of his boat. ‘No more booze, no more women, no more … anything.’
Pausing, Adam stopped, and turned back. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, more quietly. ‘If you don’t want me, Sienna, I don’t blame you. Totally, absolutely undersh … under … get it.’ With which Adam turned to reach for his handrail, and missed it.
****
Jolting awake as something pressed heavily down on his chest, Adam coughed and spluttered, puking up a bellyful of river, as he did.
‘I see you’re back with us,’ the man looming over him, looking mightily unimpressed, said. ‘David Meadows, Sienna’s father,’ he introduced himself, smiling the kind of smile an executioner who enjoyed his job might. ‘I’ve promised Sienna I’m not going to break your legs. If I’m going to keep that promise, your explanations had better be good.’

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About the Author

Sheryl PhotoHeartache, humour, love, loss & betrayal, Sheryl Browne brings you edgy, sexy, poignant fiction. A member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and shortlisted for Innovation in Romantic Fiction, Sheryl has seven books published with Safkhet Publishing.

Sheryl’s new contemporary romance novel was recommended to the publisher by the WH Smith Travel fiction buyer. THE REST OF MY Life comes to you from award winning Choc Lit.

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New Release Spotlight: Death Sentence by Sheryl Browne / @SherylBrowne

Don’t you love release days? Today, we’ve got a great one for you. Award-winning author, Sheryl Browne, releases Death Sentence! Read on to learn more about this gripping title!

Death Sentence

Death Sentence

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Genres: Contemporary, Murder, Thriller
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ASIN: B01EB5N9AC
Death Sentence - He's killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do?
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Death Sentence – He’s killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do?

Detective Inspector Matthew Adams and Patrick Sullivan, drug dealer, pimp, murderer: two men on opposite sides of the law. A history that goes way back. A bully even in his youth, Sullivan had made it his mission in life to make the goody-two-shoes copper’s life a misery. Now Matthew has made it his mission in life to make sure the pimping scum responsible for prostituting young girls, abusing them, and beating them to death, is locked up for life.

When Matthew’s child becomes a casualty of the war between them, does Matthew want justice? Or does he want retribution? When Patrick’s brother is shot down like a dog in a drug bust gone wrong, Patrick wants payback. He wants Matthew. Or the copper loses his pretty, pregnant wife. As far as Patrick is concerned, it’s quid pro quo.

Death Sentence: an edge-of-your seat story of revenge.

What the reviewers say:

Unyielding! I found myself having to force myself to breathe. (Best Selling Thrillers)
Fast paced. Fabulously written thriller! (Rachel’s Random Reads)
Will totally blow your mind. A powder keg of revenge (Brook Cottage Books)
It’s gritty, graphic and violent – I absolutely loved it (Being Anne)

 

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Excerpt From Death Sentence

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Bedroom, he instructed himself, foreboding at what he might find there ratcheting his fear to a whole new level. His limbs heavy, his heartbeat now sluggish, Matthew located the main bedroom. Faltering for a split-second, his hand visibly shaking, he pressed down the handle and took a tentative step inside. Wall-to-wall mirrors, he noted. Triple bed. Upholstery: black and grey silk. In the middle of the bed; placed strategically centre-duvet …

Matthew’s heart stopped dead.

One single shoe, red leather, suede panels, zip front, Lolita ankle boots: bought for Becky’s birthday. His stomach lurched, Matthew turned instinctively for the en-suite, where he was violently sick.

Where was she? Dear God … Please don’t do this. Glancing at the ceiling, sweat saturating his shirt, Matthew swallowed back the acrid taste burning the back of his throat, rammed on the taps, and threw cold water over his face. Please don’t, he prayed harder, to a god he didn’t much believe in, clutched the sink for support, and squeezed his eyes closed. Still they came, staccato images, seared into his mind: Lily, life extinct, eyes vacant. Becky …

No! Emitting a guttural moan, which ricocheted distortedly off the tiled walls around him, Matthew panted out short, heavy breaths, tried to still the walls which seemed to be closing in on him, to stave off the imminent asthma attack, and then froze, as his mobile rang in his pocket. Sullivan? Matthew groped for it and pressed it shakily to his ear. He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ Sullivan enquired, causing the walls to shift in another inch. ‘Or do you need a minute, Adams, is that it? Take your time.’ His tone grew sickeningly more gloating by the second. ‘Slow breaths, Matthew, just like you did when you were a shit-scared, snivelling little kid.’

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Coffee, Tea, Gypsies and Recipes For Disaster / @SherylBrowne / @CarolineJames12

It’s another Saturday closer to Spring! So why not welcome the season with some great news reads? Today, we’re featuring Coffee, Tea, The Gypsy and Me by Caroline James and Recipes For Disaster by Sheryl Browne. Read on for today’s feature! Plus don’t forget the recipe at the end.

 

Coffee, Tea, the Gypsy & Me

Coffee, Tea, the Gypsy & Me

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Jo’s romance with the gypsy began with his first kiss, she never forgot it… When Jo Edmond’s husband runs off with their nanny and disappears into a Spanish sunset, Jo resolves to make a new life with her baby son. She impulsively purchases Kirkton House a run down guest house and with the help of a colourful cast of characters, establishes a thriving country house hotel. Jo opens the hotel during Fair Week, a famous 300 year old gypsy tradition, hated by the locals and loved by every tinker and traveller in the country. Romance is the last thing on her mind, until the enigmatic John Doherty walks into her life... More info →
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Excerpt From Coffee, Tea, The Gypsy, And Me

Jo hurried to reception and collided with Hattie who came out of the kitchen with a plate of canapés.“Look out! Shite I nearly lost them!” Hattie cursed.

“You’ve got pastry on your mouth,” Jo snapped. She was reeling from the degrees of warmth and hostility she’d just encountered.

“She’s a sour cow eh?” Hattie nodded at the beautiful silver fox fur coat piled on the office chair.

“Don’t you think you should hang that up?” Jo began but stared with horror at the coat. Two of the canapés were face down on the silk lining. Oily pesto oozed over the fabric creating a dark stain. “Hell! Jinny will kill us if she sees that. For God’s sake, Hattie, do something!”

“Well I’m not licking it off. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed with warm soapy water.” Hattie disappeared to the kitchen as Jo stared with dismay at the expensive coat.

“How’s it going, babe?” A man’s voice whispered.

Jo spun round and in an effort to hide the damage, plonked herself on the coat. Pete Parks placed his hands on the counter and leaned over. Jo felt trapped. She also felt a warm oily mess penetrate the back of her dress.

“Oh, hello there…” Jo said nervously. “Did you want something?” God he’s got incredibly blue eyes!

“You know what I want babe.”

Jo felt like a rabbit trapped in the headlights. Cornered with no where to go. The door to reception flew open and caught Pete on the forehead. He reeled back from the blow. Oblivious, Hattie hurried through with a dishcloth in her hand.

“What in God’s name are you sitting there for? You’ll look like you’ve shit yourself!” Hattie tugged the coat from under Jo.

“Oh hello, Pete, can we help you?” Hattie saw Pete steady himself. Dazed, he held his hand to his brow.

“Have you tumbled?” Hattie asked “Not used to the champagne eh?”

“Hattie!” Jo hissed, “Mr Parks was looking for the lavatory.”

Hattie rolled her eyes heavenward. She threw the dishcloth at Jo then guided Pete away.

“Well the lav is on the left, you’ll not find it in here.”

 

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Excerpt From Recipes For Disaster

Duly prompted by the chilli pepper, my mind drifted blissfully off in the direction of Adam again, and the lovely meal he’d so effortlessly prepared at his home, turning down all offers of help, sensibly. So masterful in the bedroom. Sigh. Um, kitchen. God, honestly, what was the matter with me. A gloopy smile on my face, I reached for the vegetable knife, ticking off each job as I tackled it.Sigh. “Ahem.”

Tum-ti-tum. Sprinkle, sprinkle. “I’m getting good at this, Rambo. What do you reckon?”

Squeak, squeak.”

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“I know who I’d like to cover in oil, hey, Rambo?” I chatted to my dog, in the absence of a certain other available body, as I sloshed the soup into Becky’s tureen, the bowls not being practical for transportation.

Squeak, squeeaak.”

“Well, he might a bit,” I conceded, missing the tureen in favor of the working surface. Whoops. “But I’ll try to be gentle with him. Haw, haw.”

Ooh, yummy — I had a quick lick of the spoon — tastes scrummy. Not as scrummy as Adam, of course. Sigh. Attempting, yet again, to drag my lewd mind away from my delectable man, I sliced up my artisan bread — previously lovingly hand-crafted … by Becky — and peeled a clove of garlic with which to rub gently all over — the bread, not Adam. Stoppit. Then, feeling pleased with myself, I salted the bread lightly, as per instructions, plucked up the olive oil and—Ding dong went the doorbell. “Rrroowf, Rrrroowf. Grrrrr. Squeak. Splat!” went Rambo—dropped it.

“Sh… ugar! Rambo! Come here, Sweet… Eeek! ” Fit Flops, I decided, close to curtailing sexual gymnastics with Adam forever, were not desirable footwear for olive-oil-coated ceramic floors.

“Hell!” Reacquainting toes with toebar, I took a tentative step, did a little Buster-Keaton-type soft shoe shuffle, then, “Just a minute,” I trilled, clutched hold of the working surface and crawled back up the cupboard.

Phew. Well, at least I didn’t smack my chin on the way down and part company with my teeth. And at least the bottle wasn’t broken, so I didn’t have to throw myself bodily at the kitchen door, to prevent Rambo coming in and puncturing his little paws. So now what? Righting myself on my feet, I contemplated my next step. Drrriiing, went the doorbell.

“Coming!” I yelled, as Rambo went into muffled, “Squeak, grrrooowwwf,” overdrive, zoomed around in a circle and then skidded towards me.

“No! Rambo, stay!” Drat, too late, I realized, as Rambo ice-skated clackily across the kitchen floor, did a perfect figure-of-eight, then landed like Bambi, legs splayed and Piggy still feverishly gripped in his mouth.

“Baby! Oooh, shoot. Stay! Don’t move, sweetie. Mummy’s coming.”

Kicking off Fit Flops, I squelched carefully towards him, for fear of slipping again and flattening him. “Are you all right, sweetie, hmmm?”

Rrrowf?

“Aw, babe.” Careless of greasy knees, I dropped down beside him and plucked my puzzled JR up. “Has Rambo got an oily tum, then? Poor baby. Naughty floor.” Hands under armpits, I held him high and peered under his piggy to survey damage to belly, and…

Rat-a-tat-tat, came a tapping at the kitchen window. Honestly, some people. I mean, is there no privac… Oh… miGod! “Um, hi. Little accident,” I mouthed.

“Major flipping catastrophe,” I mumbled, tucking a wriggly Rambo under my arm and knee-walking across the floor. Cupboards for support, I levered myself up the sink-unit, and peered over the taps, to see Adam’s snooty mum peering back.

“He-lloo,” I trilled, and beamed her a bright, if slightly imbecilic, smile.

Her Maj blinked at me bemusedly.

 

Recipe of the Day

Today we have a special treat. Sheryl Brown is sharing a recipe from Recipes For Disaster. A great treat for the Author’s Café.

Chilled asparagus soup
By stu_spivack (chilled asparagus soup) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Green Soup
Ingredients for 6 portions:

  • 2 cups cucumbers
  • 2 green peppers
  • 2 celery stalks
  • 2 cloves of garlic
  • 2 avocados
  • 1 large white onion
  • ½ cup fresh, mixed herbs: basil, oregano, chives, parsley, or whatever your herb garden has
  • 1 l vegetable broth
  • 50 ml olive oil
  • 50 ml Balsamico vinegar
  • Salt and pepper
  • 1 small chilli pepper

Cooking Instructions
Divide the vegetables into two piles. Take the seeds out of the chilli pepper. One pile of vegetables gets finely cut. The other pile, along with the chilli and herbs, gets thrown into a blender or a big bowl to use a magic wand on. Slowly add the vegetable broth to the vegetables while finely blending. Also add the vinegar and olive oil. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Divide the soup into soup bowls and decorate with the finely chopped vegetables. You can eat fresh artisan bread with this, rubbed with garlic, slightly salted and covered in some olive oil. The perfect soup for hot summer days.

 

Music of the Day

Sheryl Browne was inspired by the music to Perfect Disaster…