Thanks so much for visiting today. I know you have a passion of all things historic and your love for detail shows in your books. Where do you go to find all of your information?
Obviously I use the Internet a lot. TROVE is a fantastic resource, especially the old newspapers and for Australian historical information I love the Power House Museum website. Sometimes it is more fun to get more hands-on. My local museum has the most amazing collection and when I am down in Sydney I love going to The Mitchell Library.
What are you working on now?
I have two WIPs at the moment. The Stud Master, another rural historical romance and a series I am still planning, I’ve written a few scenes, called The Adventures of Miss Abigail Wynter. I’m hoping to use parallel time lines but it is proving to be quite a challenge!
What are your favorite things to do when you're not writing?
I like to “garden” – that’s in inverted commas because I live in the bush and gardening usually consists of huge bonfires and lots of lopping and I love junk shops and flea markets – anything “vintage”.
What's the one piece of technology you can't live without?
My Mac Book Pro. I can do without a mobile phone; I have to most of the time. The coverage is pretty patchy where I live. My Kindle I use a lot but sometimes I prefer to read hardcover books. I like my iPad but I prefer my laptop. Does a coffee machine count as technology? I can’t live without that!
What do you normally like to read when not writing?
I read pretty much everything. I dip in and out of research books. I usually have about three or four fiction books that I’m reading at any one time. If I get caught up with a series I will read every book one after the other and if I’m taken by an author I will read everything they have written.
What is your favorite book of all time that you can reread a hundred times, and it still feels like the first time?
The Far Pavilions by M M Kaye and, not very original, The Lord of the Rings.
How do you come up with your characters’ names?
Most of my characters’ names I take from my family tree or from places I have visited – but I swap them around a bit. I would hate to upset anyone past or present!
What do you do when a flash of inspiration hits you at an inopportune moment?
I am absolutely hopeless at remembering so I rush off and write it down. I always carry a notebook and pen.
What fears do you face with the release of each book?
The same as everyone else, I think. Have I made some ridiculous mistake, does the plot hang together, what will the reviews be like, should it have had one more edit …? It’s making me go cold just thinking about it and today’s the day!
Thanks for inviting me to visit, Ann!
From Escape's Queen of Australian historical romance comes a story about a privileged member of Australian's squattocracy, a bushranger, and a very special horse.
Born into the rough, but privileged society of the Australian colonial landowners, Lilibeth Dungarven finds herself married, widowed, and, much to her distress, back under her father’s thumb, all before her twenty-first birthday. Determined not to forgo her dream of breeding the perfect racehorse, Lilibeth ignores propriety and sets out to restore the family’s flagging fortunes.
When Captain Tom and his mismatched band of bushrangers stumble across a mob of the best horses they’ve ever seen, and the daughter of the famed Dungarven horse stud, they know their fortunes have changed. Their catch is worth a king’s ransom. All they have to do is hold her for seven days. How hard can it be to control the pampered daughter of a colonial upstart?
ISBN: 9780857991713 Publication Date: July 1, 2014
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Amazon and Goodreads Reviews:
“Forget work, forget all your responsibilities and slide into this delicious story ... a well-written book by a talented writer ... since I doubt I’ll be visiting Australia, it was a treat to feel like I was there, herding horses to market across the Australian Outback. The landscape assumes the position of a character in this exciting romance; playing a pivotal role in Lily’s adventure. A fabulous read by a very talented Aussie author … I have no hesitation in HIGHLY recommending Lily’s Leap.”
Hunter Valley, Australia 1848
Lilibeth Dungarven’s cry of pure pleasure soared skywards as the massive black stallion rose to clear the fallen tree, sending the horrors of the last four years scuttling into the dirt of the ancient land.
Clenching her knees against Nero’s heaving flanks she bent low, ducking the overhanging branches framing the bush track, her cheek pressed to the warmth of his muscular neck. When the erratic pounding in her chest settled she drew Nero to a shuddering halt and pushed the damp curls back from her forehead.
A pair of black cockatoos, disturbed by her madcap gallop, shrieked their annoyance and resettled in the whispering casuarina trees. The crack of their beaks as they threw the mangled nuts to the ground filled the silence. Below her the ribbon of sandstone road weaved its way towards Payne’s Crossing and she shielded her eyes from the sun, searching for her mob of horses.
A glint of reflected sunlight drew her eye to a mounted figure in the middle of the road. Despite the hat pulled low shadowing his face, the stockwhip crack of his words registered deep in her belly.
‘Bail up! Guns down and off the horses.’
‘What do you think you...?’ Constricted by the tension in her throat her words petered out. No one would dare steal such a valuable mob of horses. They were branded. Everyone in the colony knew the Dungarven brand. To lose them was unthinkable. Years of breeding — the first pure Dungarven bloodlines. Months proving herself capable of managing the sale and the trip to Sydney. And now a hold up! It would not happen. Not if Lilibeth Dungarven had any say in the matter.
Téa Cooper lives in a stone cottage on one hundred acres of bushland, just outside the time-warp village of Wollombi, NSW Australia. When she isn't writing, Téa can be found haunting the local museum or chatting to the locals, who offer a never-ending source of inspiration.
Lily’s Leap is Téa's second Australian historical romance set in Wollombi. Her first, Matilda’s Freedom is available now.
In October, Jazz Baby, a 1920s rags to riches story set in Sydney will be released and in February, Forgotten Fragrance, Book I of a family saga entitled From the Ocean to the Outback. At the moment she is working on a parallel time-line series called The Adventures of Miss Abigail Wynter. She has also written three contemporary romances.
Hi everyone, and thanks to Ann for hosting me on her blog today :)
I have a new book out (and hey, who doesn't?) and I'd love to share some of it with you.
I've always loved superheroes – Batman, the Avengers, Man of Steel, who doesn't love some cool action adventure and hot dudes, right? – and for years I've wanted to write my own superhero book. Preferably with lashings of romance.
But I said to myself: self, why should the dudes get all the action? Why not have a superheroine? So the main character in SCORCHED is a telekinetic crimefighter named Verity, who finds more trouble than she bargained for when she uncovers a supervillain conspiracy to destroy her city… and a vicious traitor hiding in her own crimefighting family.
So she's homeless and on the run from this nasty traitor, when she stumbles across a mysterious new friend… or is he? Check him out for yourself – here's a scene from SCORCHED, where Verity wakes up trapped in a strange secret lair…
A double row of screens gleamed—websites, television channels, CCTV—above a long desk covered in a mess of paper and photographs six inches deep. In a high-backed chair hunched a long lean figure, his shadow looming huge and monstrous on the wall.
He didn't stop typing. Didn't look up. Just jerked his head towards the corner of the room. "Door's that way."
So much for stealth. I cleared my throat, and stepped out where he could see me. But I still clasped my hands tightly behind my back, ready. "Excuse me?"
"You can leave whenever you want. I won't stop you. No need to break things." His voice was rough and rich, like old bourbon. His battered leather coat hung over the back of his wheeled chair. He finished whatever he was doing, and swung his chair around, skidding into the light.
Strong, lean, the same tight black T-shirt and jeans he'd worn before. A few days of beard shadowed his chin, dark against his olive skin, and his wild black hair had a single albino splash at the front. He wore a leather band buckled around one wrist, and a silver ring on his right ring finger.
Intriguing. Younger than I'd expected, for a guy who'd sent a gang of haters screaming. Warmer, somehow. I wanted to see the rest of his face.
But I couldn't. He wore a mask. A black one, like mine, tied at the back of his head and cut around sharp cheekbones that made him look feral or crazy. All I could see were his eyes, deep and starlit black.
Uh-huh. I wanted to fidget. Handsome devil, to be sure. The crazies often are, in that offbeat, intriguing sort of way. It's a rule of the universe, or something. Sick equals sexy.
But suddenly I was conscious of my scarred cheek, my bruises, the fact that I was wearing his shirt and nothing else.
I dragged in a fistful of power and swept a pile of books off his desk. "That's close enough."
Paper drifted in dust, and settled. He didn't move. Just glanced at the mess I'd made, and then back at me. His black-and-white hair stuck up in odd directions, like a skunk who'd partied too hard. He reminded me of my little brother Chance, only Chance was cheerful and careless. This guy looked neither. "Threat taken," he said calmly. "You done?"
I studied him, wary. No reaction. No move to retaliate. Whatever his augment was, he was keeping it holstered for now. Was that stripe in his hair real? He didn't seem the type to make like a skunk. "For the moment," I said at last. "But you'll talk, or maybe I will start breaking stuff. Starting with you. Who are you?"
"You can call me Glimmer."
I recalled my assailants, clawing for their eyeballs though nothing was there. Glimmer. A hypnosis trick, maybe? "Is that what your friends call you?"
"I don't have any friends." He folded his arms, and muscles bulged in the sleeves of his T-shirt.
"Figures. You always wear your mask in the house, Glimmer?"
"I have a guest. It's only polite… oh, wait." He stuffed a hand into his back pocket and offered me a little black bundle. "This was in your jeans. I kept it for you."
My mask. I snatched it, careful not to touch him, and unrolled it, enjoying the warm softness in my fingers. It smelled of him, vanilla and danger.
Okay. So he knew I was augmented. I knew the same about him. Not a recipe for friendship.
Glimmer smiled, bittersweet. "Don't mention it."
In a world where everyone wears a mask, you can't trust anyone… not even yourself.
Verity Fortune was once Sapphire City’s top crime-fighter, wielding her powers of telekinesis to battle the city’s most despicable villains.
Now, she’s consumed by a single burning desire: revenge. Against those who took away her mask, her memory, and nearly her life.
Having escaped from the asylum they left her to rot in, Verity dons her mask once again and becomes the Seeker, a vigilante warrior for truth.
But when she unwittingly uncovers an evil conspiracy deep within her own family, she’s suddenly on the run, alone and hunted by those she thought were on her side…
Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00JTN14KO
Amazon Australia http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JTN14KO