Do you have a favourite genre in books (to read and/or to write)?
I love a contemporary romance but I have eclectic tastes. I could be reading a Jane Austen classic one week and E. L. James the next.
Is there a genre you’d like to try writing and haven’t yet?
Paranormal has been calling to me for a while. I’ve written some partial scenes to two different stories and there’s a short story sitting in the drawer. I’ll get there one day.
Tell us about the Anthology and how you became involved.
I was a very new coordinator of the MRWG in their 25th year. We didn’t have the budget for a party and the idea to publish an anthology of our writing came to me while on holiday at the beach. It seemed to me it could be an appropriate way of celebrating the occasion and broadcasting the news that we were now twenty-five years old. The members loved the idea and under the amazing leadership of Jennifer Lynne we published our first anthology last year.
That process proved so successful and was such a great professional development exercise for the members that it was voted on to do another one, so here we are with sixteen fabulous short stories in ‘A Taste of Romance’. Being an eclectic reader I loved reading last year’s anthology cover to cover, because the diversity of stories is fabulous and they are all romance. I can’t wait to read the next anthology, ‘A Taste of Romance’.
Can you tell us a little about your current WIP?
I’m currently working on final edits for the second book in the Baxter Sister series. It’s a reunion story about a Prima Ballerina, Katrina and her estranged husband F1 racing champ, Alessandro Rinaldo. They had an agreement to not have children but she got pregnant. Katrina believes Alessandro would want her to terminate the pregnancy which she couldn’t bear, so she leaves him and has the baby at home in Australia. He finds out and demands she return to Italy with his child but being a mum makes her protective. She’s afraid Alessandro will treat her precious baby with cold indifference the way her father treated her; she can’t let that happen. Alessandro has to prove he’s capable of really loving his son if he’s to be in their life.
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Thump, thump, thump. Staring into the sky, Portia swivelled her head in all directions looking for what sounded like a helicopter. Please don’t let me be delusional with fear and cold and exhaustion. She pulled the flare gun out of her waistband, loaded it with her one and only flare. She aimed high and pressed. It recoiled in her hand as the flare catapulted into the sky. It burst in a bright bang. With faint heart, she hoped it would see her yellow cabin roof. She sat still and strained to hear the swoop-swoop of the chopper getting closer.
Please God, let them see me.
Her ears played tricks. The chopper sounded louder then went soft. The breeze distorted the noise. She turned and saw it coming up from behind her.
If she got out of this, she’d find Geoffrey. Hell, she’d accept his proposal and get on with making her own family instead of dwelling in the past. As long as he still wanted her. She turned down the love of her life because of some stupid sense of envy, or grief or spoiled bratness. Right now, Geoffrey was somewhere in the warmth of tropical Queensland. He’d be her first phone call once she got to land. If the chopper could pick her up before the shark...
NO, DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT.