I'm delighted to welcome my friend, Paula Martin, today. I can't quite remember where I first met her, but I think it was on the blog of a mutual author friend. Paula's one of the most hard working authors I've had the pleasure of 'cyber'meeting, so far, and she'll pull out the stops to help anyone with a problem!
She has another new release to share with us today and, yet again, it sounds like fantastic read.
That's a fantastic looking cover, Paula. Tell us a bit about it, please.
My latest novel, ‘Her Only Option’, was released at the
beginning of this month, two years after it was first inspired by my visit to Egypt in
October 2010. At the start of my visit, I didn’t consciously think, “This might
be a good setting for a novel.” I was far more excited about seeing some of the
ancient sites.
I’d always dreamed of visiting the Valley
of the Kings, and could hardly believe it when I finally stood in
the antechamber of Tutankhamen’s tomb, and peered over the railing into the
burial chamber where the gold sarcophagi had been found. I marvelled at the
vastness of the Temple of Karnak at Luxor,
with its carved columns, and huge carved wall friezes.
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I held my breath as the
sun rose over Lake Nasser, turning the pre-dawn greyness of the Abu Simbel temples into a glorious sandy gold. I enjoyed
watching ordinary life going on in the small villages we passed as our ship
cruised along the wide river from Luxor to Aswan.
So many indelible memories remain printed on my mind.
However, the moment when the first seed of a story idea was sown in my mind
came, not at any of the amazing ancient sites, but during an afternoon’s
relaxation on the sundeck of our ship when it was moored at Aswan. I started to imagine my (as yet unnamed)
hero and heroine on a cruise ship sundeck, and then wondered, “What if they
were on different cruise ships but met when the ships were moored alongside
each other?”
That moment marked the start of the process of creating a
new novel. First I had to work out who these two people were, and then to think
about what story they were going to create for me.
Here’s the result:
Neve Dalton
loves her job as a tour guide on a River Nile cruise ship as much as she values
her independence. She isn’t ready to settle down with her Egyptian boyfriend,
despite his repeated proposals and his father’s desire to see him married.
Nor is she ready to meet Ross McAllister, a compelling and
fascinating archaeologist. She struggles against her growing attraction to him
until she can no longer ignore what her heart is telling her. This is the man
who sets her soul on fire.
When she starts receiving cryptic messages, and Ross’s work
in the famous Valley of the Kings is
threatened, Neve has to make a heart-breaking and life-changing decision which
she feels is her only option.
Can they discover whose enmity is forcing them apart before
it’s too late?
And here’s the scene where they first meet, on the sundecks
of two neighbouring cruise ships:
Pulling off her ponytail band and running her fingers
through her natural waves, she returned to the sun-lounger where she’d left her
bag. After daubing herself liberally with sunscreen, she adjusted the large
umbrella to give some protection from the strong afternoon sunshine, and then
leant back, relaxed and closed her eyes.
About half an hour later, conscious of something she
couldn’t quite define, she half-opened one eye. A broad chest partly hidden by
an unbuttoned blue shirt filled her line of vision.
Squinting against the brightness, she saw strong arms and
well-formed hands. His slim fingers curled over the top rail of the
neighbouring sundeck and she let her gaze travel down the horizontal bars. Her
glance took in his strong abdominal muscles, the curve of his slim hips, clad in
tight-fitting red swimming trunks and his long, muscular legs.
Mmm, rather nice, was her immediate reaction.
“Good afternoon,” he said.
Embarrassed that her eyes had surveyed the length of his
body, she looked up at his face. Even though he wore sunglasses, she knew he
was staring at her.
“Oh—hello.” She sat upright and wished she could pull her
large beach towel around her as a shield against his scrutiny.
He slid his glasses to the top of his head, flattening his
thick dark hair. She couldn’t help but notice his amazing blue eyes. They
reminded her of the shimmering ultramarine water of the ship’s swimming pool.
His tanned features were as impressive as his male physique—broad forehead,
high cheekbones, the slight indent of dimples in his cheeks, a wide mouth and a
finely chiselled jaw.
Some primeval response stirred inside her.
“I was admiring your beautiful figure.” His deep voice held
the faint lilt of a Scottish accent. “I hope you don’t object?”
A shaft of disappointment quenched her initial spark of interest.
For some reason, she’d expected him to be different from the smooth-talking
posers who sometimes tried to chat her up. Instead, it seemed he was simply
another cruise-ship Casanova who thought flattering words in a deep honey-rich
voice would make women fall at his feet.
Politeness to guests was rule number one, however,
especially as he was on one of the Rahman cruise ships. Her professional
persona surfaced. “Not at all.” She kept her voice casual while giving what she
hoped was her best ‘I know your type and you don’t impress me one bit’ smile.
“You look lonely,” he said.
Realising her coolness hadn’t put him off, she reached for
the bottle of sunscreen from the small table next to her lounger. “I’m enjoying
the solitude. It doesn’t happen very often.” Maybe he’d take the hint from
that.
He didn’t. “So where’s everyone else?”
“If you mean the guests, they’ve gone to the airport. The
next group is due to arrive about five o’clock.”
“Ah, you’re staff then. What do you do? No, don’t tell me—”
His glance slid down her body again. “With a figure like yours, you have to be
with the Health and Fitness Club.”
“I’m a tour guide,” she replied, with as much dignity as she
could muster.
“Oh, one of those.”
She bristled with indignation. Not just a cruise-ship
Casanova, but a rude one too. “One of those? What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged. “You hear them everywhere you go. Churning out
half-baked facts from poorly-written and often inaccurate guide books.”
Her indignation flared into annoyance. “And that’s what you
think tour guides do?”
“Most of them, yes.”
The man was insufferable. If she hadn’t been so annoyed by
his condescending dismissal, she’d have informed him that she held a degree in
Egyptology. But he wasn’t worth the effort. Anyway, he’d probably make another
derogatory comment in response.
“So what do you do?” she asked with sugar-coated politeness.
“I’m an archaeologist.”
“Oh, one of those.” She couldn’t stop herself from repeating
his earlier words but wished she hadn’t when she saw the lift of his eyebrows
followed by an amused glint in his eye.
“I asked for that, didn’t I?” His grin, showing even white
teeth, was disarming and infuriating at the same time.
Paula Martin had some early publishing success in her
twenties with short stories and four contemporary romance novels, 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 has had four romance novels published, ‘His Leading Lady’
in June 2011, ‘Fragrance of Violets in February 2012’,‘Changing the Future’ in
May 2012 and ‘Her Only Option’ in November 2012.
She lives near Manchester in
North-West England,
and has two daughters and two grandsons. Apart from writing, she enjoys
visiting new places and has travelled extensively in Britain,
mainland Europe, the Middle East, America
and Canada.
Her favourite places are the English Lake District and Ireland. She’s
also interested in musical theatre and tracing her family history.
I have to read this one soon, Paula. I loved the little bit of Egypt that I visited years ago, but I only saw the areas nearest to Cairo. The Valley of the Kings, Karnak... there are so many parts of Egypt for me to still visit.
Thank you for popping in today, and my best wishes for great sales.
Slainthe!
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