Saturday, January 19, 2008

Weekend Wind-Down - Burns Night

This weekend Natasha gives us less of a Weekend Wind-Down and more of a ... 'hands on research opportunity'. Now brace yourselves because you need to get busy.

As anyone who has visited my blog will know, 2007 was an absolute nightmare of a year. Start to finish. But 2008 is looking up. For the first time in months I'm in the mood to party and it just so happens the perfect party opportunity is upon us.

Burns Night!

On the 25th January, which is Robert Burns' presumed birthday, anyone with an fluid ounce of Scottish blood in them honours Scotland's favourite son (obviously Ewan McGregor, David Tennant, Dougray Scott and Sean Connery excepted).

This year it falls beautifully. Next weekend it's party time! But there's no point my waiting until then to tell you all about it because it takes time to get everything together so ....

First off we do need a bit of tartan. Last year I persuaded my husband into my dad's kilt but he complained, fairly constantly, that it was a drafty experience. I'm inclined to think it has to be done though.

Girls - you get to wear the most distracting dress of your choice. Personally I leave the tartan to the boys. Those checks are hard to wear successfully.

Next up - food. And here's the best picture I could find of 'Haggis, bashed neeps and chappit tatties'.

If you ask my dad 'what's a haggis?' he'll tell you it's a small three-legged Highland animal. He'll also tell you that catching them is all about knowing whether you're dealing with a left or right-handed specimen. (Their limbs being shorter on one side so they can run around the hills without either ascending or descending.)

I'm afraid the truth sounds revolting. There are a million and one recipes for Haggis but it's basically sheep's heart, liver and lung, minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally boiled in the animal's stomach. I promise you, it's lovely! I wimp out and buy it. I also roast it. Much nicer.

Sadly, if you live in North America it breaks your food safety laws and you'll have to have a 'pretend' one. Tatties are potatoes. Neeps are Swedish Turnips. At least they are if you live in Scotland. Down south we call them Swedes and, I believe, in the States you call it rutabaga. Oh the joys of a common language.

Cranachan, my dessert of choice, is a calorific nightmare - consisting of cream, more cream and cream!

Again, there are lots of variations. I toast about 3 oz of pinhead oatmeal in a frying pan until brown. Then whisk half a pint of cream to a soft consistency and mix in the toasted oatmeal and a slug of Drambuie. Raspberries are lovely with it and do allow you to fool yourself you're not being unhealthy! :)

If you're really going to do the thing in style you need to find yourself a friendly player of the bagpipes. Failing that you'll have to download something suitable on your ipod or buy a CD.

A really formal affair would have the guests being piped in, but my Burns Night is a more relaxed affair and we wander through, wine in hand. The traditional grace is the Selkirk Grace, after which you have to all stand for the 'piping in' of the haggis. (If you are going to do this properly you'll need the haggis on a silver platter, a real genuine piper and the poor person who has to 'address the haggis' proceeding in state.)

The next bit is non-negotiable - and it's tricky. (If you're the cook, be kind and put a little nick in the skin of your haggis because it really helps later.) Last year our haggis was addressed by Ian McEwan (hi Ian, if you are reading this) and he can keep the job. I can't do it!!

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,

(This is the bit where the reader has to plunge his dagger into the haggis so the filling oozes out ready for the 'gushing entrails' bit to follow.)
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckles as wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash;
His nieve a nit;
Thro' blody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs an' arms, an' hands will sned,
Like taps o' trissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!

Can't imagine it would get published now. What d'you reckon???? I have absolutely no idea what it all means. Just clap at the end.

Then eat. I like to skip the toasts (and in fact all other poetry) and just drink the malt. Actually, that's not true. I really don't like whisky and stay with the wine.

Whatever your tipple, you should be ready to ponder that all important question - what does a real Scottish man wear under his kilt? I'm married to a through and through sasonach so am not in a position to tell you. Sorry! :)

With love

This July saw the start of a brand-new series in the Presents line - The Royal House of Niroli.

"The Mediterranean island of Niroli has prospered for centuries under the Fierezza men. But now, as the King’s health declines, and his 2 sons have been tragically killed, the crown is in jeopardy. Who will rule? "

Book 1: The Future King's Pregnant Mistress - Penny Jordan
Book 2: Surgeon Prince ... Ordinary Wife - Melanie Milburne
Book 3: Bought By the Billionaire Prince - Carol Marinelli
Book 4: The Tycoon's Princess Bride - Natasha Oakley
Book 5: Expecting His Royal Baby - Susan Stephens
Book 6: the Prince's Forbidden Virgin - Robyn Donald
Book 7: Bride By Royal Apointment - Raye Morgan
Book 8: A Royal Bride At The Shiekh's Command - Penny Jordan

Natasha's book, 'The Tycoon's Princess Bride', is available NOW in the UK and North America - and is a Romantic Times Magazine Top Pick and nominated for the Romantic Times Best Presents Award of 2007.

Come visit Natasha at her blog!______________________________________________________________

The Pink Heart Society attaches on to this marvelous post (did you see that tush!) to congratulate the Romantic Novelists' Association Shortlist for RNA Romance Prize 2008::

Friday, January 18, 2008

Friday Film Night - Truly, Madly, Deeply

How deep is true love? This month our columnist Annie West features a film that deals with romantic love that lasts beyond the grave.

I saw ‘Truly, Madly, Deeply’ sometime in the 90s. It was one of those films that stuck in my mind and just wouldn’t shift. I found out later that it won a BAFTA for best original screenplay and the Australian Film Industry’s Best Foreign Film Award. Several other romance writers have mentioned this to me as a stand out film, so obviously I wasn’t the only one impressed. If you’re after a love story with a difference, this could be the one for you.

I’m not usually a fan of weepy movies, but I sniffled and giggled my way through this one and came out afterwards feeling great. Why? Maybe the fact that Juliet Stevenson and Alan Rickman are so believable and likeable as the lovers separated (sort of) by death. Or perhaps because they had a wonderful screenplay. The film was written and directed by Anthony Mingella who later went on to write screenplays for The Talented Mr Ripley and Cold Mountain as well as directing The English Patient. Or maybe it’s because of the sense of love triumphing, however poignantly.

The story is about Nina, a translator, grieving the unexpected loss of her lover, Jamie. She hears his voice in her head, feels him near and can’t seem to move out of her desperately frozen state of loss despite therapy and her everyday interactions with colleagues, clients and neighbours. In fact the film has some great minor characters whose presence brings a sense of reality as well as wry humour to the story. Yet, despite the way real life impinges on Nina (even bringing an infestation of rats to her old flat), she’s totally absorbed by her grief.

The film’s title comes from a game Nina and Jamie used to play, taking turns to create a cumulative list of all the ways they loved each other.

Nina’s grief is intensely real and very moving as she tries and fails to get on with her life. When her sister asks if her son can have Jamie’s cello, Nina’s reaction leaves us in no doubt that it’s too soon for her to let go.

Then one day a miracle happens and she finds Jamie in their rundown flat. Jamie is a ghost, but in this movie he is real enough to be touched. Nina is ecstatic that her lover has returned and her life becomes a curious mixture of euphoria at his return and the mundane reality of sharing her home with a man. Not only are they ecstatic lovers, but they’re a real couple. Jamie is very matter of fact, even lecturing her on the right way to clean her teeth! By the way, lovers of Bach will enjoy the music as Jamie takes up his cello again.

But the path of love doesn’t run smoothly. In her outside world Nina meets Mark (played by Michael Maloney) and tentatively but unmistakeably they are attracted to each other. At the same time she comes home to find Jamie has invited a few friends over. Soon Nina’s flat becomes a meeting place for ghosts of all shapes and sizes and her control of the place is lost as they take over her television to watch old movies, play chess and socialise. The ghosts are perpetually cold so the heating has to be turned up to stifling temperatures . Jamie maintains his after-life pursuits - learning Spanish and talking to his friends. The sense of reunited lovers in a bubble of ecstatic happiness fades as a new reality sinks in. Life with a ghost lover isn’t necessarily a long term solution, despite the love between them.

This film is touching and clever and sensitive. It focuses on themes of letting go and at the same time on the constancy of true love. The triangle of Jamie – Nina – Mark inevitably means not all can win. Yet, as we learn the real reason for Jamie’s return, the ending is a bitter-sweet triumph that true lovers of romance will enjoy.

My only gripe? I wish someone had told Alan Rickman to shave the moustache before filming started.

‘Truly, Madly, Deeply’ was filmed in one short month on a miniscule budget. No big sets, no lavish special effects. But for me it’s an enduring love story that shines. Just make sure you have your tissues handy.

Annie is starting the year on a high note. She’s just had her seventh story accepted for Modern/Presents/Sexy. Plus this month sees the release in the UK of her current story ‘The Greek Tycoon’s Unexpected Wife’. Stavros and Tessa’s story is one she’s particularly proud of. Click here to read about it, or even better, click here to buy it!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Thursday Talk-Time: International Men

Harlequin Presents author Kate Hewitt joins the Pink Heart Society with a great post on the Appeal of International Men (and boy, are they appealing....) Take us away, Kate!

Take a quick glance at the shelf of category romance at your local bookstore, and you can’t help but notice the international flavor of the titles. Consider the next few months’ offerings across the board: The Wealthy Frenchman’s Proposition (Silhouette Desire), Sheik Seduction (Harlequin Intrigue), The Italian Tycoon and the Nanny (Harlequin Romance) and The Greek Tycoon’s Defiant Bride (Harlequin Presents). And that’s just a small sampling. I had plenty to pick from!

While I love to read about the all-American man, the buttoned-up Brit, or the rugged Aussie, there is definitely an appeal to the more ‘foreign’ hero, whether he’s an Italian millionaire, a Greek tycoon, or a sexy sheikh. You can see it in the titles, and also in what tends to sell (Daniel Craig helped me sell--or at least write--my British hero, though).

So just what do we like about our international heroes?

Well, to be shallow... they look good! If tall, dark, and handsome is a prerequisite (and admittedly it isn’t always) for a good romance, then look no further than Italy, Greece, Spain, or even France. Or why not take a quick trip to a fictional Middle Eastern principality for a drop-dead-gorgeous sheikh? And let’s not forget the sexy accents, which we can hear in our minds as we read...

But behind the seemingly superficial, what is the deeper appeal of the sheikh, the tycoon, the Mediterranean millionaire, or whichever international hero catches your fancy?

My grandfather always warned my mother not to run away with a ‘Spanish dancer in tights’. It’s become a bit of a joke in our family, and I’m not sure where my grandfather thought my mother was going to meet a Spanish dancer--in tights--in small town Ontario in the 1950s! But the meaning was clear: beware the dangerous, the different.

Now admittedly I don’t think that’s particularly good advice to follow in real life, but it does give us a glimpse into the appeal of the foreign or international hero. He’s an unknown quantity, exotic, perhaps even a little dangerous. He comes from a different country, which can feel like a different world. Yet with that little hint of danger he’s also got the Old World values that every hero must have: loyalty to family and friends and an impeccable sense of honor. I think our international heroes can sometimes get away with strong values the home turf hero might not be able to; his code of honor might seem narrow-minded or old-fashioned in a man we’re more familiar with, but if a Greek tycoon or Mediterranean prince is kept from being with the heroine out of loyalty to his family—or has to marry her because of his family--well, it’s a bit easier to accept, isn’t it?

International heroes can also add flavor and flare to a romance, allowing the reader to escape to another world--a different world--and visit places we might never get the chance to see in real life. I love writing exotic settings and so far I’ve described villas in Italy, remote Greek islands, and the Dutch Caribbean, along with more familiar settings of London and Edinburgh. Next I’m looking forward to describing the deserts of North Africa!

The category world seems to have a preponderance of Mediterranean men, but they don’t have the monopoly on ‘international’. Frenchmen have come to the fore recently, and heroes from ‘new’ countries are appearing, including Russia, India, and parts of Scandinavia. So there is lots to look forward to if you like an international man, and are waiting to be whisked away...

So far I’ve written two Italian heroes, two Greek heroes, and a Scot. Next up is a sheikh!

To win a copy of my second book, The Greek Tycoon’s Convenient Bride, share what kind of hero you like to read, or would like to see in future books, and don’t forget to mention what country he hails from!

Kate's first book was out in December in the UK and is out in stores this month in North America: The Italian's Chosen Bride! You can grab it at eharlequin, Mills and Boon and of course, in book shops everywhere!

Writer's Wednesday - Kate Hardy on Research

This Wednesday at The Pink Heart Society the very lovely Kate Hardy is here to talk to us all about the joys of Research...

One of the things I love about writing Medical romances is doing the research. I’m not a trained medic, but before I had my first Medical romance accepted by Mills & Boon I was a freelance journalist specialising in health articles (pregnancy, birth and women’s health). So I was used to interviewing senior doctors and dealing with medical terminology – and to turning jargon into something everyone could understand!

The medical aspect of Medical Romances is more than just scene-setting. It’s there to develop the relationship between the hero and heroine; when they work together and they see how each other deals with a crisis and/or behaves towards colleagues or patients, it often gives them a different view of each other. Medical scenarios can also help to underpin the internal conflict and can force the hero/heroine to confront something they’ve been avoiding. Plus you can get some really high-octane drama in there – something that really is a matter of life and death!

If you love medical-based TV dramas - Casualty and Holby City in the UK, ER, House and Gray’s Anatomy in the US – you’ll love Medical Romances. And, in common with the scriptwriters of TV dramas, authors of Medical Romances need to do their research – it’s important that the details of symptoms and treatments are correct. At the same time, the medical scenarios shouldn’t pull the reader out of the book or distance them from the romance, so there’s a fine line to tread.

This is where being a non-medic comes into its own: I can avoid overkill in the detail. But it also means I need to do my research in order to get the details right. Being a plotter rather than a pantster also helps. I know up front before I write a book what the main conflicts are and the kind of setting (e.g. maternity ward, family doctor, emergency room), so I know precisely what kinds of cases will confirm the hero/heroine’s beliefs and what will really turn the thumbscrews. So from there I can do my research upfront - starting with the Oxford Handbooks (as used by medics as a quick aide memoire), and then online with the better general health sites (such as , Netdoctor and Patient UK - the last is particularly good for helping to find specialist support groups). If I’m really stuck, I know enough medics to ask for help.

Or there’s the personal research angle. It’s fairly well known that I started writing my first Medical Romance, A Baby of Her Own, at my baby’s bedside in hospital. When I wrote The Firefighter’s Fiancé, I asked my local fire service if they could show me round, and they even did a test call so I could hear what it all sounded like. (Yes, it’s a tough life, having to chat to hunky firemen for a couple of hours, but someone has to do it – and they were brilliant when I ran my scenarios by them, telling me why one of them didn’t work and suggesting something I hadn’t even thought of.) And in the current book I’ve been researching ballooning. (Yes, it’s a medical.)

I also write for Modern Heat – and I’ve had a lot of fun researching them, too. In The Pregnancy Ultimatum (my current US release) I had to do a lot of research on gardening; In One Night, One Baby (February’s Aussie release), I thoroughly enjoyed learning all about storm-chasing; and in In Bed With Her Italian Boss (the US version of Breakfast at Giovanni’s, out in April) I was forced to go to lots of cafés with my best local friend in the name of research – after all, how else are you going to find out how to make the perfect latte?

And on the subject of Breakfast at Giovanni’s… I have some very exciting news. Stop by my blog on Thursday afternoon (UK time) and you’ll get a chance to win a copy of my 25th romance novel in Mills & Boon’s 100th year… and as things come in threes, there is a third reason why I’m giving away a book! (But you’ll have to wait until Thursday UK time to find out…)

Thanks Kate!

To find out more about the incredibly prolific Kate, her writing and her latest releases you can visit both her Website and her Blog...

And of course WE ALL now need to know what the third reason is, don't we??? Kate???

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Temptation Tuesday - Bring on the All-American Guys!

Here at The Pink Heart Society we have a bit of a competition going...and we are all winners! Natasha graced our screens with English Lads and Italian Men...Trish will convince us Irish Blokes do it best...until Ally and Nic make an argument for their Aussie Mates. But before things get out of hand...let's settle things once and for all...

American Men Are GORGEOUS!

They always have been. Just dial back to Paul Newman. Robert Redford. Richard Gere. Harrison Ford. They are all still making movies and quite handsome...but in their day? Get me a fan!

America is a melting pot of styles and cultures. From the classically handsome like Brad Pitt and George Clooney, to the more athletic and rugged look of Matthew McConaughey and Ben Affleck, to the dark and charming images of Denzel Washington and Taye Diggs - we have it all for our viewing pleasure.

Isn't this fun? America invented the cowboy, perfected the surfer, embraced the businessman, glorified the athlete and everything in between.

The pictures speak for themselves...and I can't wait for the PHS editors to answer back in kind...I love picture days!

Jenna is hard at work on her next title for Mills & Boon Modern Extra. In the meantime, check out her website, blog, or reading group, We Call It Research.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Weekend Wind-Down:: Tall, BLONDE And Handsome

This weekend at The Pink Heart Society our very own Trish Wylie brings us lots of nice pictures to start the weekend. And why you may ask? Well apart from the obvious reason she's starting a bit of a campaign this month...

Tall, dark and handsome...

Now, don't get me wrong - I'm all for that. Bring it on I say! In fact... if there's a queue...sorry...IT'S WHERE???

The Oxford English Dictionary Online has the first citation of the phrase 'Tall, dark and handsome' as being in 1906 - just in case you wanted to know - but it seems to have become a cliché by the time the 1958 citation rolls around, perhaps from its use in the 1933 film 'She Done Him Wrong' - here's the relevant part of the entry for tall: In proverbial phr. tall, dark, and handsome, denoting a type of attractive man

O-oookkkaaaayyyy... But what if they're BLONDE??? Are they then automatically less attractive than the dark ones?

Seems to me that there are just as many tall and handsome ones with blonde hair and blue eyes - I've even supplied several examples here to prove my point. (well c'mon - they're very PRETTY pics - can you blame me? I do keep saying it's a tough job gang...) So are we prejudiced against blonde heroes? Does the fact that those gorgeous Mediterranean heroes sell by the bucketload mean that READERS prefer them tall, dark and handsome??? Gotta say at this point I hope they love the blonde ones just as much seeing as my latest hero is blonde...

Maybe it's in the interpretation of the saying?

Some would say the phrase grew out of the hardboiled pulp detective stories and crime dramas of the 1920s and 30s. Writers like Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett began using all sorts of slang in their books, and a lot of it stuck ("don't get any ideas", "wise guy", and the like...), and yet tall, dark, and handsome is the one most famous in the world of romance for completely different reasons - OR-IS-IT???
When actually, the phrase meant trouble in the form of a stranger...

So maybe quite apt after all? But although the description sounds like a dream guy to us, it was almost implied that the girl who fell for this guy was letting her weakness for men get the best of her - a decision she would, of course, come to regret... While nowadays we all think of tall, dark and handsome as the IDEAL MAN. The man no self-respecting heroine will regret being with by the end of the story. Sigh. Where was that queue again?

Now we should note that the 'dark' didn't necessarily mean dark-skinned, or even dark-haired, but instead it meant mysterious, determined, and generally with a "dark countenance" to back up their sincerity. So maybe the hair and eye colour has nothing to do with it at all???

There was even a 1941 movie starring Cesar Romero called Tall, Dark and Handsome about a hood having to deal with his mistress, his underlings, and his rivals. Described in some places as 'pretty good but forgettable', it does nevertheless go to show how fast and far the term had spread even by then...

But the fact remains that mention tall, dark and handsome today and we all think YUM. So maybe for we fans of romance it started with that element of danger? He was that boy our mothers all warned us about. He was forbidden. Yuh-huh and now we want him MORE, don't we???

Okat then let's break it down and look at it another way...

Tall - non-negotiable I think we'll all agree. It's all about the fantasy here after all. And it's not that there aren't millions of delicious men under 6ft tall but when a gal dips her toe in a little fantasy pool tall adds that little extra something, right?

So tall stays.

Handsome - a no-brainer my friends. But handsome is in the eyes of the beholder, isn't it? I mean just look at all my lovely research pics here and I'll bet there'll be some that appeal more to you than others. (Me - well, I have a very fine eye and I can see merit in ALL of them) And I could debate the differences between 'handsome' and 'attractive' til the cows come home but 'attractive' isn't in the phrase we're dealing with so I'll leave that to another blog I think. But again we're dealing with the fantasy here - and if the hero was loosing his hair, had a beer belly and was five foot two I doubt I'd be soaking in a bubble bath with his story any day soon! I'm particular about who'll I'll get wrinkly with thankyou.

So handsome stays. That leaves us to talk about 'dark' again...

Taking dark to mean dark haired/optional dark eyed and possibly olive skinned and keeping in mind the earlier stuff about the origins of the phrase in gangster type movies lets think about the sterotypes involved with dark haired and blonde haired. Remember those old movies when the bad guy dressed in black and the good guy in white so we knew who to cheer for? Well if we once translated tall, dark and handsome as dangerous and that was part of the attraction to we romance fans then does that mean in our minds we still see the blonde guys as the boy next door types? The ones lacking in that edge that make us go weak at the knees? Is THAT where our 'prejudice' has come from?

Have you read any books like that? You know where the 'too good' guy was dumped in favour of the tall, dark and handsome with an edge type? Why can't the blonde haired/baby blues guy have just as much of an edge to him - huh? HUH? Just look at the outcry when they went and cast a BLONDE GUY as James Bond!!! Mind you - he can help make my point here I feel... (see gratuitous pic of Daniel Craig at the seaside...)

The prejudice can have a twist too. Cos how many books have you read where the hero was tall, dark and handsome and the BAD GUY was blonde haired and a complete cad/bounder/s**t???

See what I mean? Seems to me my blonde lovelies have had a bit of a rough ride in our circles. I feel the need to jump to their defence. Particularly since my new hero is on the shelves as we speak (little bit of a plug there) I'll even hold my hand up high, hang my head in shame and say I've been just as guilty of ignoring the tall, blonde and handsomes during my writing career. In sixteen books I have written a total of two blonde heroes. Not a good ratio is it? Am I selling out? Have to say I'm feeling a little guilty... Heck - In Project: Parenthood I even have the heroine thinking the gorgeous Brendan was the kind of guy who never got anything wrong... like some kind of fair-haired angel. SEE?! Now where are the DARK HAIRED ANGELS???!!!


So to redress the balance and atone for my sins I'm here to campaign for the merits of Tall, BLONDE and handsome. They can be sexy, they can be dangerous, they can be troubled, they can be BAD-BOYS with that EDGE to them and if there's one thing Alex in His Mistress: His Terms taught me - it's that they can be HOT! Don't all my very lovely, very carefully selected research pics demonstrate that? Oh I think so. Otherwise I'd have waffled on here for no reason at all. And that's not like me at all. Much.

Come on authors - fess up - how many blonde haired heroes have you created? What's YOUR ratio like?

And readers - stand up and be counted too - are you weaker at the knees for the tall, dark and handsome types or does blonde do it for you too? Have I Googled pointlessly? Is it simply all about the guy no matter what?

Y'all gotta admit there is a balance to be addressed...right?

Just take a minute and look at all their ikkle faces. How can you deny them their place in the glorious worlds we all love to get lost in? Now I'm a game gal but I don't know if I can offer comfort to ALL of them. I'd TRY. But... okay there isn't a 'but' in there but it's a matter of so many hours in the day...

Here in front of these venerable witnesses I hereby pledge to write at least one tall, BLONDE and handsome hero every year from 2008 onwards. I will make him unbearably attractive, I will not limit him to beta-ness, I will pay every little bit as much attention to his 'dangerous edge' and have my share of the 'bad-boy-blondes' and I promise to add liberal dollops of hotness all over the place - mark my words!
Anyone care to take the pledge with me?

H's & K's

Trish's latest release (featuring the tall, BLONDE and handsome hero who looks a lot like the first pic on this blog as it happens) is on the shelves in the UK and Ireland RIGHT NOW!

You can order His Mistress: His Terms from both Amazon and the Mills & Boon website and for more info on what Trish is up to and her books you can visit her Website or her Blog...