|Posted by mandybaggot on July 22, 2014 at 6:00 AM||comments (0)|
Introducing the Written Fireside August Blog Hop! Fifteen authors, fifteen stories - one shared starting paragraph! Read a taste of what's coming for Christmas!
Charlotte sat at the bus stop wondering whether she would make the naughty or nice list this year. Last year she had rescued a stray kitten and therefore considered herself most definitely ‘nice’. This year she had broken Daniel’s heart into a million tiny pieces, so ‘naughty’ seemed to be the only answer. There’d be no Santa Claus coming down her chimney anytime soon. - Georgia Beyers
Read a teaser of the story here on 6th and 7th August!
|Posted by mandybaggot on July 22, 2014 at 5:40 AM||comments (0)|
Don't be disappointed! I'm not being poked by a red hot iron! I've been branded in a different way! Gone is the hot pink and in its place is a logo, colour scheme and swirly MB that truly reflects my writing!
I have the wonderful Ces Loftus to thank for these fab designs I totally adore! What do you think of the colour and the fonts? Have I got my tagline right?
|Posted by mandybaggot on July 9, 2014 at 5:20 AM||comments (0)|
Happy Hump Day everyone!
Have you all been enjoying Jack Bauer's endeavours in London in 24: Live Another Day on Sky1? As it's on tonight and it's the penultimate episode, there is really only one person my Hump Day Hunk could be and that's...Nathan Regan from Security!
What makes Nathan the perfect hero?
He's tough and dependable. If you're in a rough spot he's the one person you want on your side. He's fit, ready to put his life on the line for Queen and country and once you've earned his trust you're a friend for life. But DO NOT cross him. You break his confidence, lie, hurt someone close to him and you've got one dangerous enemy.
Obviously he's as sexy as hell, but slightly lacking in conversational skills until he knows you're genuine and no threat. Feels deeply once you've got under the hard, prickly exterior.
What would Nathan plan for a perfect date?
Apart from tactical assaults, Nathan isn't really into planning. He could be called upon at any time to go and kill terrorists! In my novel, Security, the best moments Nathan and Autumn have are snatched minutes in the aftermath of an incident. Nathan is down-to-earth, his idea of hell would be a posh restaurant with more than one set of cutlery BUT he's also adaptable because of the nature of his job and he can fit in anywhere if he needs to.
I think he'd pick quad-biking or paintballing. Fast, furious, one on one combat in the woods...
To get to know Nathan Regan a little better you can download Security here.
|Posted by mandybaggot on July 8, 2014 at 5:35 AM||comments (7)|
I would say Happy Tuesday but, to be honest, it's started out as a shocker!
Another one of my titles has appeared on pirate sites to download for free. Normally I shrug this off and set the wheels in motion to get it removed, BUT it's happening so often now this latest listing has just left me rage-ridden!
It takes us authors months to write a novel and when we put it on sale we hope that people buying the book will help us pay the bills. But the book market is ever-changing and at the moment it's becoming increasingly difficult to make a living. As a full-time author I know that I'm one of the lucky ones. I get to work from home creating characters and stories and do what I love every day BUT it is my ONLY income. I don't have another job...this is it.
So when someone steals my work, loads it up on the internet for people to download for free, they are basically digging into my purse and taking money from me and my family. It's theft, it's wrong, it should be stamped on harder.
Whenever I can I reduce the price of my books, do deals and special offers, even give downloads for free but that's on my terms, to find new readers, to increase my following. Don't get me wrong, Lady B loves a bargain, I download books on sale and for free all the time from Amazon but these are reduced and made free BY THE AUTHOR and that's a world of difference from downloading something on a pirate site.
PLEASE lovely readers, think of the authors before you visit these sites and download any of these books. Hopefully, if the books aren't being downloaded by readers from pirate sites, the demand won't be there for them to be stolen in the first place. We can only try!
I'm lucky to have so much support from book reviewers, readers and friends. As long as you stick with me I'll keep writing the hot heroes - but no pirates. They are definitely baddies in my book!
|Posted by mandybaggot on July 4, 2014 at 5:00 AM||comments (2)|
Happy Friday everyone! This time next week I will be meeting my crazy friend Rachel Lyndhurst to travel up to Telford for the Romantic Novelists' Association Conference!
So to help those who haven't been before and to make those that have laugh I thought I'd give you my top five items to pack for the RNA Conference.
1. Wine and a drinking vessel
Mugs can be used for tea (bring that too!), wine, soft drinks and packet mash (see below). This particular half-drunk bottle is my home-made wine (Rachel calls it moonshine) and it usually never makes it back off the train!
You will need this for tweeting and Facebooking all the wonderful pictures and fun you will have. It also doubles as a Kindle and a camera. It’s all about saving space in that suitcase for the wine (see above).
We love a bit of dress up at the RNA. Think casual comfy for daywear and something a bit flash for the evening.
4. Comfy shoes
I never go anywhere without a pair of Havaianas! You will be on your feet a lot over the conference weekend, so having a set of comfy shoes to give some relief to your sore soles is a must!
5. Packet mash and a fork
Bringing snacks definitely makes you popular in the accommodation blocks. But this I never share! Too much wine? Need instant comfort food? Pour mash into mug, add boiling water and enjoy!
I hope to catch up with lots of lovely writers over the weekend! Meet at the bar?
|Posted by mandybaggot on June 24, 2014 at 2:00 AM||comments (0)|
It's time for another Written Fireside story and this one's entitled, Missing You.
You can read the first three parts following the links below:-
Now it's time to read my part, Part 4!
Missing You – Part Four
She’d never needed to see him more than this moment. She clung to him, pressing her body against his and drawing in that familiar scent of sandalwood, citrus, pine. Pine? That wasn’t a smell she usually associated with Sam.
She drew away and looked up at him. Before she had a chance to speak, or even think, the chocolate brown eyes were holding her captive, the kissable lips slightly parted, the frown turning into a look of concern for her.
She’d spent so many months hating him. But, looking at him now, she only remembered the good times…before Cindy.
As that thought made it through her mind she took a half step away from him.
‘You’re shaking,’ he remarked.
She pulled the sleeves of her jumper down to hide the goose bumps on her arms.
‘There was a guy…in the house.’
She barely managed to get the words out before Sam was on his cell phone summoning the police. As she described someone akin to Jason from Friday the 13th, Sam made coffee, opening cupboards and drawers, easily finding what he needed. Except milk. There was nothing in the fridge, not even food gone to waste. It was like someone had been in and sterilized every last inch. Removed every trace of her brother.
George barked as the police officers left the house.
Kaylie looked up at Sam, concern still tainting her features. What did she really want from him? Was he really the only person she could have called? Or did she call him for her own needs, not Max’s?
He moved towards her, holding out another steaming cup of coffee. She shook her head.
‘You have to keep it together, Kaylie. I get this is out of character for Max, but sometimes people need a bit of time, want to get completely off the grid,’ Sam told her. He lowered himself down onto the sofa next to her as she continued to shake her head.
‘I thought you’d understand. He’s in trouble, Sam, I just know it.’
Kaylie’s eyes caught on the small piece of red-painted wood on the coffee table in front of them. It had been there like a glowing beacon while the police had made notes on the intruder. Why hadn’t she told them about the abandoned mansion in the woods? It would have given them something to follow up, some credence to her fear that Max was in danger.
As if reading her thoughts, Sam picked up the sliver of wood, holding it between his fingers. She’d told him her theory while they waited for the cops to come.
‘You really think he’s at this place in the woods?’ Sam asked her.
‘I don’t know.’ She sucked in a breath. ‘But we need to find out.’
|Posted by mandybaggot on June 18, 2014 at 6:55 AM||comments (0)|
For the next few weeks I will be putting one of my romantic heroes under the spotlight. Today it's the turn of French footballer and leading man from my summer read, Do You Remember?. It's Guy Duval!
What makes Guy a perfect hero?
Well, what can I say? If the dark hair and almond shaped eyes aren't enough for you, how about an athletic body and an irresistible Gallic accent? In Do You Remember? we get to see Guy in two eras. Half of the book is set ten years in the past, when Guy is a gorgeous young man dreaming of football stardom. Despite having a very difficult life, he's full of hope, has dreams and plans. When we meet him again in present day he's achieved everything he set out to achieve, but he hasn't let his success go to his head. He's grounded, remembers where he came from. Irresistible!
What would Guy plan for a perfect date?
Guy likes the outdoors. Fields, rivers, the sea, grass, fresh air. In Do You Remember? Guy takes Emma for a picnics, swimming, al fresco meals. Although he has money and access to all sorts of treats, Guy would definitely plan something in the open air - cruise along the river, a day on a secluded beach - with French bread, cheese and Merlot of course.
He might be a footballer but there's definitely much more to this story than penalty shoot outs and tactics! Will Emma give him a red card or let him score? Find out more about Do You Remember? here
|Posted by mandybaggot on June 9, 2014 at 5:20 AM||comments (2)|
I'm back to work and I couldn't be happier! I had such an amazing week in Corfu at the wonderful Mareblue Beach Resort. Everything was just as it should be - the weather, the cocktails, the warm welcome. And it's only 15 weeks until we go back!
So today I'm sat at my desk still glowing from a great break but raring to get stuck into my writing.
If anyone missed my news on Facebook before I left, let me tell you, I now have a literary agent. I'm going to be working with the lovely Kate Nash of the Kate Nash Literary Agency. I'm really excited about this for two reasons. One, because Kate is fabulous and two, because I've never had an agent before and I love doing new things, even if they start out a little bit daunting and it's a bit like stepping into the unknown. I'm ready for something different. It's approaching things from a route I've never gone down and that's both thrilling and terrifying. But Lady B is always up for a new challenge!
So, Happy New Week and I hope it's a great one for everyone!
|Posted by mandybaggot on May 15, 2014 at 7:10 PM||comments (9)|
This week I did something I've been itching to do since the end of April! I finished the read through and edit of The Corfu Book and pressed send, winging it through the internet.
This is a really interesting time for me because I have no idea what's next. Right now I'm out of contract, looking forward to my Corfu holiday, not knowing if someone will be publishing my book. BUT I feel really really CRAZY EXCITED for the future.
I've been lucky enough to speak to some industry professionals just recently who have been so helpful in guiding my thoughts on the way forward. I also have some meetings lined up very soon which I really hope are going to focus my direction even more.
At the very forefront of my plans though, are you, my lovely readers. I wouldn't still be writing if it wasn't for you sticking with me and buying my books. My main aim is to bring your more hot heroes and emotional reads in every format. Now if only I could get those men in 3D!
So I'm raising a glass to all my lovely readers and supportive author friends and saying 'Here's to exciting times ahead!' I'm more than ready! Cheers!
|Posted by mandybaggot on May 13, 2014 at 2:00 AM||comments (2)|
Welcome to the next part of the on-going Harper Impulse authors Written Fireside story - Changes. Here are all the parts so far for you to catch up on the story.
Part One - Lori Connelly
Part Two - Teresa Morgan
Part Three - Lynn Marie Hulsman
Part Four - Sue Fortin
Part Five - Zara Stoneley
Part Six - Jane Lark
And here is Part Seven - enjoy!
Marie said nothing more. Could say nothing more. Her whole body was numb and cold, so cold. It was like a winter wind had wound itself around her and was crushing in with an icy force.
All the lies. All the dentist appointments and half-truths she’d had to spin at work. Her mother hadn’t had an accident a month ago. That was just the latest in a long line of relapses since that fateful day. But how could she admit to her employer her mother’s needs were on-going? That was a first class ticket to being overlooked for promotion or worse still, forced out. She’d had no choice.
Her mother. Her one constant. The woman who always picked her up when she was down. Ben and Jerry’s eaten with ladles, nights in front of Hallmark movies, the tissues and tears over Zach leaving.
And here she was. Her mom in a critical condition and her sitting beside the very person who had caused all of this. She toyed with the zipper on her purse. She just had to focus, focus and breathe deeply. Think only of her mother, sending her positive thoughts, believing she could get through this again. She closed her eyes.
‘What happened?’ Zach’s voice cut through the silence. ‘With the accident. You said she was in an accident.’
She closed her eyes up tighter. She couldn’t deal with this now. She had to concentrate on the moment. On getting to the hospital and being there for her mom. That was all that mattered.
‘Was she in a car? Was it a fall?’
Did her lack of response not give him a clue as to how she was feeling? Didn’t he realize she had no longing to talk? He might be taking her to the emergency room but that didn’t give him the right to act like a cab driver and ask her life history. He’d given up his right to know anything about her the day he’d left.
‘Marie,’ he began. ‘Don’t shut me out.’
She opened her eyes and took a glance left to see him sweep a frustrated hand through his hair. A wave of recognition swept over her. She’d spent hours remembering his face, every curve, every line and detail of his skin for weeks after he’d gone. Now he was here, next to her and it didn’t feel anything like the same. She thought they’d had the type of love you only found once in a lifetime. He’d treated it like it was disposable, a throwaway, something easily discarded and forgotten about.
She opened her mouth to speak. ‘I got so drunk over you I got arrested. On the way to get me out of the precinct my mom hit a truck.’
She looked directly at him then, letting the information sink in. ‘I blame me for being so stupid and I blame you. I’ve always blamed you.’
Coming next week - Part Eight from Linn B Halton