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bigstock--185734024June is always a special month at Fielding Towers. The good times actually start on May 31st with a visit to the Theatre Royal in Bath to see Thoroughly Modern Milly with a friend. There will be a pre-theatre supper and possibly a glass of something bubbly when we get home because June 1st is my birthday. There have been a lot of those so I’ll gloss over exactly what number I’ll reach this year.

It’s going to be a busy month. Following the ups and downs of moving house, my original buyers – when confronted about their lack of progress – disappeared. Three wasted months, more expense and a considerable amount of teeth gnashing but, with the house back on the market, I had a new offer in a matter of days and, fingers firmly crossed, this time it will be full speed ahead.

The last piece of excess furniture has found its new home, there has been a clear out of clothes that I’ve dieted out of (yay!) but there are still a lot of books to go to charity shops. Oh, and there’s a book to write…

bigstock--209264287That is hard. So much has happened in the last nine months and I’ve been facing the fear that I may never be able to write again. I’m battling it and when I do actually put fingers to keyboard I’m getting words down. But it’s hard to motivate myself. I just read a piece on the Live Write Thrive blog that suggests it’s my mind protecting me from failure. I have to keep reminding myself that writing is my business, it’s what I do.

IYoung Couple Caressing Lying In Bed have been thinking about this book for a very long time (anything but actually write it) and that’s going to help me. The hero and heroine have become much clearer in my mind. have had time to grow into their parts. I just need to stop feeling afraid that I can’t do it any more and get the words down.

In mid-June I’m going away with the family to Center Parc – so there will be a lot of walking, swimming, owl experiences, willow weaving and maybe even time for a treat at the spa. I’m hoping it will help to fill the well and tempt the muse out into the sunlight.

Print0217-9780373744206-bigwAnd then there’s my trip to the Romance Writers of America 2018 Conference in Denver to celebrate the fact that The Sheikh’s Convenient Princess has been nominated for a RITA®.

I’m so looking forward to meeting old friends and finally hugging all the wonderful people I’ve known in cyber space for years and have become so close. And to meet readers at the Literacy book signing.

I’ve done the paperwork, booked my flight, signed up for the conference , have my hotel reservation. My diary is filling up with dinners, teas, coffees with friends, editors, fellow romance writers.

That’s the easy stuff. I still have to decide what I’m going to wear to my publisher’s party, the Rita Finalists Reception and the Awards night ceremony. Oh, and shift those 7lbs that are stubbornly clinging to my hips after a long, dark, winter.

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A Summer’s Lease

free 24 – 28 March at Amazon

Here are the links

Amazon US
Amazon UK

LizFielding_MeltingMrFrostysHeart_800pxThrilled to wake up this morning to discover that my short story, Melting Mr Frosty, is on the ARRA shortlist! The fact that it’s voted for by Australian readers makes this all the sweeter.  Here’s a link to the full list – and if, in the meantime you want to read how Mr Frosty’s Heart gets melted, then it’s just 99c in the US, 99p in the UK. 🙂

Here are the links –

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Amazon Australia

 

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Voting has opened today for the 2016 Australian Romance Readers Awards. Below are the finalists in each of the nine categories, as well as finalists in our three special Members’ Choice categ…

Source: 2016 ARR Awards: finalists announced

February sees the publication of my latest Harlequin Romance, The Sheikh’s Convenient Princess – and here’s the fabulous cover!

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Here’s a sneak peak…

Qa’lat al Mina’a, perched high on its rocky promontory, shimmered like a mirage in the soft pink haze of the setting sun.

Far below, beyond a perfect curve of white sand, a dhow was drifting slowly along the coast under a dark red sail and for a brief moment Ruby felt as if she might have been transported back to some Arabian Nights fantasy, flying in on a magic carpet rather than a gleaming black helicopter.

The illusion was swiftly shattered as they circled to land.

The fortress might appear, at first glance, to be a picturesque ruin, a reminder of a bygone age but behind the mass of purple bougainvillaea billowing against its walls was a satellite dish, antennae — all the trappings of the communications age powered by an impressive range of solar panels facing south where the jebel fell away to the desert.

And the tower did not stand alone. Below it Ruby glimpsed courtyards, arches, gardens surrounding an extensive complex that spread down to the shore where a very twenty-first century gunmetal grey military style launch was sheltered in a harbour hewn from the rock. And they were descending to a purpose built helipad. This was not some romantically crumbling stronghold out of a fantasy; the exterior might be battered by weather and time but it contained the headquarters of a very modern man.

As they touched down, a middle-aged man in a grey robe and skullcap approached the helicopter at a crouching run. He opened the door, glanced at her with astonishment and then shouted something she couldn’t hear to the pilot.

He returned a don’t-ask-me shrug from his seat. Sensing a problem, Ruby didn’t wait but unclipped her safety belt, swung open the door and jumped down.

As-salaam ‘aleykum. Ismee, Ruby Dance,’ she said, raising her voice above the noise of the engine. ‘Sheikh Ibrahim is expecting me.’

She didn’t wait for a response but shouldered the neat satchel that contained everything she needed for work, nodded her thanks to the pilot and leaving the man to follow with her wheelie she crossed to steps that led down to the shelter of the courtyard below.

The air coming off the sea was soft and moist — bliss after hours cooped up in the dry air of even the most luxurious private jet — while below her were tantalising glimpses of terraces cut into the hill, each shaded by ancient walls and vine covered pergolas. There was a glint of water running through rills and at her feet, clove-scented dianthus and thyme billowed over onto the steps.

It was beautiful, exotic, unexpected. Not so far from the fantasy after all.

Behind her the pilot, keen to get home was already winding up the engine and she lifted her head to watch it take off, bracing herself against buffeting from the down force of the blades. As it wheeled away back towards the capital of Ras al Kawi leaving her cut off from the outside world she half lifted a hand as if to snatch it back.

Madaam…’

Despite her confident assertion that she was expected it was clear that her arrival had come as a surprise but before she could respond to the agitated man who was following her down the steps a disembodied voice rang out from below, calling out something she did not understand.

Before she could move, think, the owner of the voice was at the foot of the steps, looking up at her and she forgot to breath.

Sheikh Ibrahim al-Ansari was no longer the golden prince, heir to the throne of Umm al Basr, society magazine cover favourite; a carefree young man with nothing on his mind but celebrating his sporting triumphs in some fashionable nightclub.

Disgraced, disinherited and exiled from his father’s court when his arrest for a naked romp in a London fountain had made front page news, his face was harder, the bones more defined, the natural lines cut a little deeper. And not just lines. Running through the edge of his left brow, slicing through his cheekbone before disappearing into a short-clipped beard was a thin scar — the kind left by the slash of a razor sharp knife — and dragging at the corner of his eye, his lip so that his face was not quite in balance. The effect was brutal, chilling, mesmerizing.

The Sheikh’s Convenient Princess is available for pre-order in paper or as an ebook now at Amazon!

 

Old Desires is free on Amazon from 25 – 29 November. 

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Amazon Australia

It Happened In Paradise

If you’re in the UK this month, It Happened In Paradise will be sitting on the shelves W H Smith or a supermarket near you, or waiting to be downloaded to your favourite reading device.

It contains three books, Wedded in a Whirlwind by me, Deserted Island, Dreamy Ex by Nicola Marsh and His Bride in Paradise by Joanna Neil.

One heroine needs to escape for a while – things do not go according to plan; one heroine has been shipwrecked for a reality TV show;  one is hoping a holiday fling will help mend her broken heart. Three very different stories but all set on gorgeous tropical islands – just the thing as the nights draw in and we’re reaching for our woolies!

It’s £5.99 in paper and a bargain £3.99 to download from iTunes or Amazon

LizFielding_ASummer'sLease_800pxHere’s what some people are saying about A Summer’s Lease on Amazon and Goodreads –

“This one had me so invested in the story I was almost yelling at them but what a fabulous story, one that kept me turning the pages. I loved the setting, the story line old buccaneers and family history and that sensual pull throughout. Yes I can highly recommend this one.” 5*

“A lovely gentle book with a tough backbone. Heroine is a total sweetheart. Hero is a closet romantic, though I’m not are he realises it. Read in one sitting because I couldn’t put it down. ” 5*

“Charming story. Pure Liz Fielding quality, ” 5*

“…a true romantic story…” 5*

“…a magical romance …” 5*

And the good news is that it’s  #free on Amazon from today (8 September) until Tuesday (12 September) inclusive.

Click Amazon US or Amazon UK (or Amazon wherever you are in the world) and download now!

 

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