Friday 27 November 2020

Regardless of their ethnicity....


Regardless of the ethnicity of my characters, I do try to write universal stories. My heroines, my characters, run the gamut of every emotion, from jealousy to happiness, to sorrow to regret, to anger. 

What differentiates one character for another is simply the intensity of these emotions. How the character reacts or responds to situations, circumstances or people around them.

My heroines are, for better or for worse, measured and composed in their approach to everything around them. But even more than that, my heroines have a very strong sense of self. They are completely comfortable in their own skin, and they don't need any validation whatsoever. This is why first impressions is very important to my heroines.

They are quick to put up walls and to distance themselves from those that they distrust. This does not mean that my heroines are cold or detached, on the contrary. It simply means they have a sixth sense of the people about them; the people around them - and they are very seldom wrong.

However, sometimes, they are wrong. And they get it wrong in the most fantastic way. But the journey to the reconciliation, to the understanding and the love in my stories is exactly what makes MPC Romantic Fiction interesting. 

Their journey, the twists and turns makes for an interesting dynamic.

I Love History....


I love history - no matter whose - and I am especially inspired by myths, ancient folklore and fairytales. So, you will find many of these themes in my stories in some form or another.

For example, Frost Moons and Golden Apples is a story woven around the Norse Mythology; Hessa's Fire plays out in the time of the Arab Spring; Treason is set against the backdrop of the Gunpowder Plot - a Catholic conspiracy to murder King James the First of England in the 17th century; and Old Wounds and Forever Afters is inspired by several Shakespeare quotes.

Monday 16 November 2020

First Meeting Between...


Madeleine and Lord Ruglen from Fairytale Bride

Maddie's lowered gaze flicked upward to Lord Ruglen who, emerging from the shadows allowed her, for the first, full view of his face. Shock paralyzed her breathing and widened her eyes to the size of saucers. An overwhelming sense of panic swept through her.

"You trespass on private land," Lord Ruglen said.

Maddie barely heard him.

Straightening abruptly, she recoiled instinctively, tripping and falling in her haste to get away. She scrambled to her feet and looked nervously about her. Which way? She turned to run, but found Lord Ruglen's horse blocking her path.

Maddie tried again, darting past Lord Ruglen's horse, yet she took no more than two steps before Ruglen and his horse blocked her way once more. Every which way she turned, Ruglen was seemingly prepared and determined to prevent her flight.

"Enough," he yelled as Maddie attempted to evade him yet again.

Maddie took a steadying breath, then raised tentative eyes to his.

Stunning eyes, familiar eyes, the color of morion in the gloom of the forest, coolly appraised her from on high. For a moment, their gaze locked and something akin to recognition flowed between them.