Tuesday, 31 March 2015
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Indiscretion is the new novel from award winning romance novelist Hannah Fielding.
Written in Fielding’s signature style, infused with an old-school Hollywood glamour, Indiscretion evokes the drama and passion of 1950s post-war Spain.
1950’s London. Alexandra, a young writer is bored of her suffocating but privileged life amongst the gilded balls and parties of Chelsea. Keen for an adventure, Alexandra travels to Spain to be reunited with her estranged Spanish family on a huge estancia in Andalucía.
Arriving in sun-drenched southern Spain for the first time, Alexandra is soon caught up in the wild customs of the region. From bull fighting matadors and the mysterious Gypsy encampments in the grounds of the family’s estate, to the passionate dances of the region and the incredible horsemanship of the local caballeros, Alexandra is instantly seduced by the drama and passion of her new home.
When Alexandra inevitably falls for Salvador, the mercurial heir to her family’s estate and the region’s most eligible man, she finds herself entangled in a web of secrets, lies and indiscretion. Alexandra soon falls prey to scheming members of her own family, the jealousy of a beautiful marquésa and the predatory charms of a toreador, all intent on keeping the two lovers apart.
But nothing can prepare Alexandra for Salvador’s own dangerous liaisons with a dark-eyed Gypsy.
Can Alexandra trust that love will triumph, or will Salvador’s indiscretion be their undoing?
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Turning into the Calle de la Iglesia, Alexandra was immediately struck by the contrast between the quarter she had just walked through and this one. Here, the street was immersed in the shade of giant flame trees and life suddenly slowed to a more leisurely pace. She passed white houses tucked away between clumps of pomegranate trees; orchards hemmed in by dry stone walls; hedges of aloe; secret, leafy patios, the domain of women and their families, where the warbling of birds and the smothered laughter of young girls mingled with the soft murmur of fountains.
She had almost reached the end of the street when bells began ringing the Angelus, calling worshippers to Evensong. To her right was a small chapel. It seemed so welcoming, the garden planted out with roses and mimosas, front doors open, inviting passersby to enter.
On impulse, she went in. Inside, it was dark, quiet and cool. The organ was playing softly and the scent of orange blossom and roses filled the place. Alexandra was overcome by a feeling of great serenity and slowly moved towards the altar.
Her eyes took a few minutes to grow accustomed to the relative gloom. On each side of the main aisle, ten or so rows of oak benches stood in perfect orderly fashion. There were flowers everywhere: in garlands, in dainty crystal vases on the altar, in bunches of various sizes, placed as offerings at the feet of the statues of saints that filled the church. Several candles burned in thanks for prayers that had been answered; all were witness to the faith and gratitude of the devout worshipers who had carefully placed them there.
At first, Alexandra thought she was alone but she soon noticed a man, a few paces away, kneeling on a prayer stool at the foot of Saint Mary of Mercy’s statue. His broad shoulders were hunched beneath a shock of jet-black hair, his face hidden in slender, suntanned hands. It was dark, so why she should think that this was the stranger she had already encountered on the seafront and why her heart was beating so hard against her ribs, she couldn’t say, but she had no doubt at all that it was the same man.
Footsteps and whispering made her turn around. A man began to speak in a nasal singsong voice that echoed strangely from the walls of the little church, disturbing the peace and tranquillity: ‘This is the Church of Santa María. As in most of our Spanish towns, Our Lady of Mercy is its all-powerful and well-loved patron saint, a friend who protects all, be they lords or paupers.’ It was a tour guide who had appeared in the doorway, ushering his party of tourists into the church.
‘Our land is rich in legends about the Virgin Mary. The most moving is the one about the young Jewish girl who fell in love with a Christian knight. Despairing of ever attracting his attention, the beautiful maiden turned to our Virgin here, on whom everyone called. Humbly, she gave all she possessed: a pin decorated with a tiny glass bead. The miracle happened: the knight passed by at that very moment, saw her, and his heart was forever linked to hers by the pin she had given as an offering.’
The group of sightseers passed Alexandra and disappeared through a low door at the back of the church leading to the crypt. Peace returned.
All the while, the man on the prayer stool had not moved. Alexandra went up to the statue of Our Lady of Mercy to light a candle but a priest had just gone by to clear up the melted wax from the previous batch of devotees’ offerings, and she neither had matches nor a lighter handy. A faint tch of annoyance escaped her lips.
‘Permita me señorita.’
Alexandra had scarcely time to register the quiet words spoken unexpectedly, close to her ear, before the stranger’s brown hand had flicked a gold lighter in front of her, bringing to life a tiny blue flame and at the same time brushing against her arm.
The spark that went through her at the Spaniard’s touch made Alexandra shudder and, emitting a slight gasp, she instinctively drew back in the first instance. But then, as she realized he was only trying to be helpful, she raised her face, smiling as readily and uninhibitedly as she always did.
‘Gracias, muchas gracias.’
There was utter silence in the church. The man did not smile but merely inclined his head, leaving Alexandra, as he had earlier on, with the impression that inbred courtesy had prompted him to lend his assistance, rather than the more usual reasons men found for helping her. Still, her green gaze met his. She was struck by the expression of sadness reflected in his arresting grey irises and the sternness of his hard, regular features.
An almost visible current leapt between them. For a split second, the determined line of his jaw stiffened, his well-defined lips parted and she thought he might speak. Her heart missed a beat…
An Award Winning Romance Novelist
In July 2014 Hannah’s Novel The Echoes of Love was awarded first place in the Romance category at the 18th Independent Publisher Book Awards held in New York.The award organisers credited the Hannah with the ability to “take chances and break new ground” in the Romance genre.
Hannah Fielding was born and grew up in Alexandria, Egypt. Her family home was a large rambling house overlooking the Mediterranean where she lived with her parents and her grandmother, Esther Fanous, who had been a revolutionary feminist and writer in Egypt during the early 1900s.
Fluent in French, English and Arabic, Hannah’s left school at 18 and travelled extensively all over the world. Hannah met her husband in England and they lived in Cairo for 10 years before returning to England in 1989. They settled in Kent, bringing up two children in a Georgian rectory, surrounded by dogs, horses and the English countryside. During this time, Hannah established a very successful business as an interior designer renovating rundown cottages.
With her children now grown up, Hannah now has the time to indulge in her one true passion, which is writing. Hannah has so far published two novels Burning Embers set in 1970s Africa and The Echoes of Love set in 1980s Venice. Her romance novels are adored by readers all over the world.
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Tuesday, 24 March 2015
Monday, 23 March 2015
Another compelling story by Trisha Ashley that, once started,is difficult to put down. It had me drawn in immediately to the life, past and present, of heroine Izzy, her family and friends. There is mystery, romance, a touch of the supernatural, and, of course, the creatures of the title.When we first meet Izzy, she is returning to England after spending some time in India working for a charity. She is looking forward to a life with fiancé Kieran, but soon realises that he is perhaps not the man of her dreams after all. Izzy's real dreams are, in fact, a big part of the unfolding story as she tries to piece together an event that happened in her teenage years, and that changed her life completely. Returning to her childhood home (the wonderfully named Halfhidden), where she lives with zany Aunt Demo and meets up again with friends Lulu and Cam, helps her eventually solve the mystery. As you might expect, romance blossoms along the way as well.For a sleepy little Lancashire village, there is a lot going on in Halfhidden. We meet a host of really strong characters, not all of whom are pleasant and friendly. People and locations from some of Trisha's previous books crop up as well, which is a nice touch.This book is definitely one to add to any holiday suitcase. I would have dearly loved a couple of days to devote to reading this tale without distractions such as work. Well done Trisha!
Sunday, 22 March 2015
Friday, 20 March 2015
Right now I am loving The Vintage Girls Guide To Love And Romance by Kristy Greenwood. It is so much fun and making me laugh out loud quite a lot. I need to remember not to read this one on a an early morning commuter train, I would be lynched for breaking the silence with my laughter.
In a complete opposite direction, I am also listening to the last book in the Hunger Game Trilogy-Mockingjay. Catching fire ended on such a cliffhanger but I am finding this one a little more difficult to read than I thought I would. I am listening to it in the car on my way to and from work but not really much more than that.
As I am going to finish this one soon, I need to decide which audiobook to listen to next. The list on my Audible app includes Me and Mr Jones by Lucy Diamond, Single Woman Seeks Revenge by Tracy Bloom, Apple Tree Yard by Louise Doughty or Daughter by Jane Shemilt. I've been taking advantage of the Audible Daily Deal offer recently so I have quite a stockpile of audiobooks waiting for me!
In terms of which paperback to read next, as always there are many choices but I am actually halfway through exactly three books that I kind of abandoned to go and read Christmas books in December-woops! So I think I really should get round to finishing these off. These include Its Not Me Its You by Mhairi McFarlane, The Rosie Effect by Graeme Simison and Special Delivery by Clare Dowling. I was finding The Rosie Effect a little difficult to get into but I was loving the other 2 books and so I don't know why I abandoned them, perhaps this weekend I will manage to finish one of them. Its Not Me Its You is the Novelicious books club pick this month so that's my motivation for finishing that one!
So which audiobook do you think I should pick? Which book should I finish/ And what are you all reading this weekend? Let me know! Have a great weekend...