Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday Promo:Margaret Tanner
Today I'm showcasing Australian author Margaret Tanner.
BIO: Margaret Tanner is an award winning multi-published Australian author. She loves delving into the pages of history as she carries out research for her historical romance novels, and prides herself on being historically correct. Many of her novels have been inspired by true events, with one being written around the hardships and triumphs of her pioneering ancestors in frontier Australia.
In 2008 she won Author of the Year at AussieAuthors.com.
She is married to Laurie and they have three grown up sons.
Outside of her family and friends, writing is her passion.
Margaret’s Website: http://www.margarettanner.com
As an Aussie what do you concentrate on when researching your 1st World War novels?
Authenticity. I have tried to get a feel for the times by visiting the battlefields in Turkey, France and Belgium. I have read diaries from soldiers who fought in the war, rather than rely wholly on the information obtained in history books. As a child I listened to the war stories told to us kids by a couple of great Uncles who served in France, and that is what sparked my lifelong interest in the era. Ordinary men doing extra-ordinary deeds. And not forgetting the brave women who waited, often in vain, for their men to return home.
What are the usual settings for your stories?
All my stories are predominantly set in Australia, in the countryside around North Eastern Victoria where I was born. Although I do set some scenes in France, Turkey and England.
Why do you write romance?
Now that is easy. I love happily ever after endings.
DEVIL’S RIDGE published by Whiskey Creek Press
Set during the 1st World War.
By the time Ross Calvert discovers Harry Martin is in fact Harriet Martin she has fallen in love with him. Realizing she has failed in her final effort to protect her shell-shocked brother, she puts a desperate proposition to Ross. Marry her and she will give him an heir. Ross accepts. However, he is tormented by the betrayal of his former fiancée Virginia. On his honeymoon he meets her again and is still infatuated. With the army recalling him to the Western Front, he faces a terrible dilemma, taste Virginia’s passion before he heads to the trenches of France, or keep his marriage vows to Harry. With the spectre of war hanging over them, there are even bigger obstacles for Ross and Harry. Ross returns to the trenches, and a man seeking wealth at any cost, endangers Harry’s life in a way she had never imagined possible.
5 book Review from Long and Short Reviews (LASR)
DEVIL’S RIDGE -
“Mrs. White hates you, Harriet. I think it’s because you’re so pretty,” Elsie, the seventeen year old scullery maid said, examining an encrusted pan.
“Pretty!” Harry slammed a saucepan down on the sink. “I’m a wreck.”
Six days a week scrubbing and scraping for the tyrannical Mrs. White had seen to that. She pushed irritably at a wayward curl slipping out from under her cap.
Her cheek still smarted from the slap she had received half an hour before, when the horrible old witch accused her of not making the entrance foyer gleam. If she were not so desperate for money, and a place to live that was close to the convalescent hospital, she would tell Mrs. White exactly what she thought of her.
“She hates it when you go off visiting your brother,” Elsie continued.
“I don’t care what the old witch thinks of me. Once Gil gets better we’ll be leaving Melbourne. I’ll never come back here again,” Harry vowed.
Her employer, Sebastian Littlejohn, carried his head high, and liked to think of himself as a respected pillar of society. The whole family wallowed in luxury while a sadistic housekeeper treated their servants like slaves. Harry scrubbed with vigour, wishing it were those hypocrites she was scrubbing off the face of the earth.
What she wouldn’t give to expose them for what they really were. The dark, mean, little rooms the servants shared in the attics and the dreadful, inedible food they were fed. They treat us worse than dogs, she thought viciously, whipping up her anger to give her the energy to keep on scrubbing.
Please, Gil, get better soon, Harry prayed desperately. I hate the city with its crowds of bustling people, noise and selfish, hypocritical society types.
The poverty was terrible in the poorer suburbs. She shuddered. On their farm they were poor but at least had plenty to eat and fresh air to breathe. The squalid boarding house in Collingwood, her first taste of Melbourne life, would haunt her for a lifetime.
Thank goodness it had been summertime when she stayed there. Judging by the damp smell of decay, the building would have leaked when it rained. Huge rats more than a foot long scurried around the back alleys, where rotting garbage and excrement from overflowing privies mingled, giving off the vilest of smells. Whole families lived in one or two rooms in buildings that were in such a state of decay, it was a wonder they hadn’t collapsed years ago.
We are definitely going to take those jobs advertised by Ross Calvert at Devil’s Ridge she decided, wiping her brow. She couldn’t stand working here for much longer and pretending to be Gil’s kid brother would be a lark.
Cutting her hair and dressing in loose, baggy clothes to hide her feminine shape was simple. Getting up to an isolated mountain station like Devil’s Ridge was the main hurdle they would have to overcome.
Thanks Paty for letting me visit your blog, I really enjoyed my time here.