Hi Louise, welcome to Café Cala,
It’s great to have you visit Café Cala. I’ve been making some strawberry and white chocolate muffins this morning. Would you like tea or coffee with yours?
Thank you so much for having me. It’s great to be here. And I would love a tea, always tea. There is nothing better than a good cup of tea!
1 Where did you get the idea for Of Love and Vengeance?
I used to live in England and it was while I was on a trip to York, in the North or England, I was exploring some medieval ruins. I got to thinking about the people who lived in those times. Anyway, a piece of dialogue popped into my head, ‘Can you at least wait until Carac arrives before you tell Diggory of my treason?’ – huh? Who is Carac and Diggory and what treason has ‘he’ committed. It all started from there.
2 What have you found most rewarding about your writing?
I love it when I’m writing away and my characters suddenly do something that comes completely out of the blue and it leaves me thinking, ‘where did that come from?’ That’s rewarding to me because it means I have completely handed control over to my characters and have allowed them to be the ones to tell their story.
3 How did you start writing?
I don’t think I know! I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. It’s something I’ve always done. I don’t ever remember picking up a pen and pad and saying to myself, ‘I’m going to be a writer’. Writing has always been a part of me.
4 What would you say has helped you most?
In terms of writing? The guys at Writer’s Helping Writers. They have an amazing website full of brilliant resources. They do a fantastic range of ‘thesauruses’ that I highly recommend.
5 What are you working on at the moment?
I’m working on a story called, Of Love and Betrayal. It takes place about fifty years after Of Love and Vengeance, and features some characters from Vengeance. I’m almost finished it – although my characters, Troy and Aveline, reminded me last night I was trying to take the story in a direction that it’s not supposed to go, so I spent last night rewriting a couple of chapters to get things back on track.
6 What advice would you offer aspiring writers?
Don’t give up. Believe in yourself and in your writing. Write the story you want to write – don’t worry about trying to focus on what may or may not be selling right now. If you want to write a historical, write a historical!
7 Which authors do you enjoy reading?
I love many different authors. I’m always on the look out for stories that grab my interest from page one.
Forced to marry Lord Aymon to ensure her nephews survival, English Lady Laila vows undying hatred for the Norman she holds responsible for so many deaths. Discovering Aymon has committed an act of treason gives her the chance to seek vengeance he deserves. But will Laila really let Aymon die once she learns the truth?
A hardened Norman warrior, Lord Aymon has lived through atrocities no man ever should. With the invasion of England over, all he wants is a quiet life and a wife who will give him heirs and obey his every command. Instead, he finds himself wed to feisty and outspoken Laila. But when she learns the truth of his treasonous act, can Aymon count on her to keep his secret?
Laila heard them long before she saw them. Their angry, frenzied shouts and thunderous roars filled her ears. With her hands tied securely behind her, she was dragged up the lane toward Tyburn Gallows, where she was to be hanged for a crime she did not commit. The mob sounded blood thirsty. Large. Frightening.
There was no sign of Aymon. Or Hugh. Had they left her alone to die?
Her chin trembled and her nails dug into her palms.
She suddenly fell to her knees and screamed until she tasted blood at the back of her throat. She kicked out and tried to crawl free as her hair was almost torn from the roots as she was pulled up and shoved along the lane.
Her eyes burned with her tears.
“I am innocent!” Laila screamed.
They came around a corner, and that’s when she saw them. There must have been a least two thousand men, women, and children, hungry for her blood. And when they saw her, they erupted into a wild fever of roars and cries for a slow and painful death. Their thirst had been piqued, and now it must be sated.
Laila was shoved into the center of the clearing.
She glanced wildly around in a desperate search for Aymon’s towering, bulky frame. She could not see him.
But what she could see was the Tyburn Tree. The gallows she was to be hanged from. The executioner, hooded, stood beside the tree as he waited patiently for her. Laila’s mouth suddenly went dry.
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