Friday, 1 June 2012

IT'S A SPECIAL FRIDAY WITH PAULA MARTIN

Paul Martin has come to visit us today and she's brought along her latest release 'CHANGING THE FUTURE'.




Lisa Marshall is stunned when celebrated volcanologist Paul Hamilton comes back into her life at the college where she now teaches. Despite their acrimonious break-up several years earlier, they soon realise the magnetic attraction between them is stronger than ever. However, the past is still part of the present, not least when Paul discovers Lisa has a young son. They can’t change that past, but will it take a volcanic eruption to help them change the future?




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Here's a bit about Paula before she shares her excerpt with us.



Paula Martin lives near Manchester in North West England and has two daughters and two grandsons.
She had some early publishing success with four romance novels and several short stories, but then had a break from writing while she brought up a young family and also pursued her career as a history teacher for twenty-five years. She has recently returned to writing fiction, after retiring from teaching, and is thrilled to have found publishing success again with her contemporary romances.

Apart from writing, she enjoys visiting new places. She has travelled extensively in Britain and Ireland, mainland Europe, the Middle East, America and Canada. Her other interests include musical theatre and tracing her family history.
Her other available books are ‘His Leading Lady’ (set in London’s West End theatre world) and ‘Fragrance of Violets’, a story of forgiveness set in England’s Lake District.


 
Excerpt:
As Lisa’s gaze moved to the man walking with Fiona, she frowned. There was something familiar about the tall, slim figure—the way he walked, and the way he tilted his head as he listened to Fiona.
Don’t be stupid, she told herself, but still couldn’t take her eyes off him. As the gap between them lessened, her blood started to run cold. It wasn’t—it couldn’t possibly be…
The man lifted his hand to flick back a stray strand of light brown hair from his forehead and she knew it was Paul.
For an insane moment, she wanted to run towards him, be scooped up in his arms again, see the laughter in his blue eyes, feel his soft and sensual mouth against hers.
Stunned by her reaction, by feelings she thought she’d totally suppressed, she stopped abruptly. Another thirty seconds and they’d come face-to-face. Total panic made her heart thump against her ribs.
“I-I’ve just remembered—er, I need some—some class lists.” Without waiting for Millie to reply, she turned and quickened her pace back towards the Old House.
Dimly she heard Millie call out something about coffees in the cafeteria. The whole world had receded and she was aware only of the painful pounding in her chest. Shock mixed with incredulity. Paul here at Hillside? Her mind simply refused to believe what her eyes had seen.
When she reached the Old House, she went straight to the ladies’ room. To her relief, no one else was there. She didn’t dare think, didn’t dare allow herself to feel anything. Not until she’d managed to control the trembling which was shaking her whole body.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. The blood had drained from her face and her brown eyes looked back at her with shock and panic. “Oh God,” she breathed. “Oh, dear God…”
Had she really seen Paul Hamilton again? Paul in person, not just on television? She deliberately hadn’t watched his Power of the Planet series which had brought him international fame, but then he’d started appearing regularly on TV. Not only on science programmes, but sometimes even on prime-time news, especially when the Icelandic ash cloud had disrupted air travel the previous year. He’d become a well-known expert on volcanic activity. Whenever she saw him on the screen, she had to steel herself against remembering the man she’d once loved so deeply.
She rested her hands on the edge of the washbasin and took a few deep breaths. Maybe she’d imagined it, maybe it hadn’t been him at all, simply someone who looked like him. Walked like him, tilted his head in the same way, pushed back his hair with the same mannerism.
Her shoulders sagged. No, of course it was Paul.


Paula Martin can be contacted at the following: 


Twitter: @PaulaRomances


Thanks for visiting, Paula. Good luck with your sales!

9 comments:

  1. Loved the excerpt, Paula. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Hello, Glynis. Nice to meet you!

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  3. Hi Glynis, thanks for visiting :-)

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  4. Nancy, I think some people are having problems leaving comments - I had a message from Margaret Blake saying 'Loved the excerpt. Wanted to leave a comment but was unable to," and another friend said she couldn't leave a comment. Blogger may be having one of its 'awkward' days LOL.

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  5. Nice excerpt, Paula. And nice to know more about you.

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  6. Glad you managed to pop in and comment, Alethea.

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  7. Hi Paula. It is a bit weird that the stats indicate there have been 30 pageviews on the 'blog bit' and 60 pageviews at the top of the stats page for today. Not sure I understand what that's all about, though. I'm sorry people haven't been able to leave you a message.

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  8. I've never been able to make any sense of the pageviews, Nancy!

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