May I introduce: Mae Archer "Hollywood Dreams"


Hollywood Dreams
by Mae Archer

We're all a little bit hooked on Hollywood, the good as well as the not so good. "Hollywood Dreams" sounds like a great read, I love the blurb!

1 - The main character in "Hollywood Dreams" becomes a method actor to get a "the part of a lifetime". How did you come up with the idea and how much research went into getting the "method acting" right?

The idea of Hollywood Dreams came with the image of a method actor who is practicing for his next part by being in a wheelchair. While writing this book was really easy after all the years of having it in my subconscious, I did have to do a lot of research about the practicalities of being in a wheelchair. So when Beau takes Maree out on a date there was a lot of detail about how he would have transported himself and the car he would have used.


2 - Do movies / actors inspire you to write a story?

I’m not usually inspired by movies/actors, but what I really love is romance novels about characters who are in some way in disguise. So this whole premise of having a secret identity and then the sense of suspense as to how long will the secret survive and what will happen when it’s uncovered.

3 - What's your current project?

I’m currently working on a follow up to Hollywood Dreams. I fell in love with Allegra, Maree’s best friend, who is a lover of vintage fashion and a dame at heart so I’m working on telling her story. It’s also going to have another element of lovers in disguise so that’s going to be so much fun to develop.

Hollywood Dreams by Mae Archer

Former soap star Tom Calvert dreams of making movies that matter. To get the part of a lifetime he becomes a method actor, living as Beau Tennant, handicapped war hero. While in character he meets Maree Reynard, a costume designer, and takes her on a date. But when this practice date becomes all too real he realizes that he’s made the mistake of a lifetime. Will he be able to get Maree to fall in love with Tom Calvert?

Maree Reynard’s father is an actor and she has grown up on a studio lot. She has no illusions about the artifice of the movie-making business and has vowed she would never date an actor. When she meets and falls in love with Beau Tennant she knows that she’s found her dream man who is genuine and real. But when Beau disappears from her life she is heartbroken. She meets Tom Calvert on the rebound and sees their flirtation as a way of recovering her shattered confidence. Will Tom Calvert be able to convince her he is the real deal?

Mae Archer knew she wanted to be a writer since she was a child. She loved listening to her grandmother's war stories about English maidens falling in love with handsome Yankees while England burnt under the Luftwaffe's blitz.

When she discovered romance novels as a teenager she soon realised that her dream job was to be a romance writer. After many career twists and turns she’s making her dreams come true.

 Her real life is like one of her grandmother's stories. She met a foreigner who travelled through Australia and it was love at first sight. She married him six months after they met and every day since has been an adventure.

She lives in Australia with her husband and daughter.

Mae Archer is the author of Return to Me and the upcoming Hollywood Dreams both published by Momentum.

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Return to Me published by Momentum Publishing. Buy it




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"Fresh Beginnings", the third book in the "Beginnings" series was released at the start of this month.
A good reason to celebrate!
I'm giving away three ebooks of "Fresh Beginnings", and all can enter by following the prompts on the Rafflecopter app.

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Snippet Sunday - My new WIP 17/08/14


Thank you all for visiting and commenting the last few weeks as I introduced you to my two characters of the upcoming release "Fresh Beginnings".
It's time for a new story ... as yet untitled.
Meet Jeri.

Jeri cursed at her friend’s promise. She unlocked the car and threw her bag onto the passenger seat before sliding behind the steering wheel. Cranking up the radio, the music was loud enough to ignore the outside noises. She leaned back and closed her eyes, considering forgetting about finding the one. Living alone wasn’t that bad. She liked being alone, but the thought of being alone for the rest of her life scared her.

Jeri took a deep breath, turned down the music, and grabbed her phone.

Sex on legs, my ass, honey,” she said by answering the phone and hung up.

She took the long route back home, enjoying the drive and the night lights of the city.  By the time she arrived at her house, Olivia stood in front of her door, hands on hips.

“What the hell happened?”

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 I do appreciate each single one of them!


Review: Bella Andre "Never too Hot" - #Review #BellaAndre #HotShots

Publisher: Bantam

ISBN:  978-0440245025

My rating: 3.5/5


Deep in the cool green mountains of the Adirondacks, wounded firefighter Connor MacKenzie has come to rebuild the 100-year-old MacKenzie family cabin – and to be alone. A horrific blaze has left him scarred inside and out and certain of two things: He’ll get back on his hotshot crew no matter what it takes, and any woman who ventures too close will not stay long.
Ginger Sinclair has been burned by a different kind of fire. Having just escaped from a bad marriage, she’s retreated to the safety of the lakeside vacation town in upstate New York to start a new life. She’s done with men, with relationships, with the danger of desires that can rage out of control – until she unexpectedly encounters Connor MacKenzie. As a hot summer on the lake grows ever hotter, they find themselves sharing a cabin and a romance that will swiftly engulf them both. (

My rating

I have to admit, the story took me by surprise. Having picked up the book merely because I read Hot Shot #1 and #2, this book contained that little bit of something which was missing in the first two stories. It had lots of clich├ęs in it, but all in all, I enjoyed reading it.

We met Connor in the previous books when he ended up in hospital after a getting severely burnt in a bushfire. Two years later, while still waiting to be re-instated to the Hot Shot crew, he takes his mind off by repairing his grandparents' cottage in the mountains of the Adirondacks, which is currently occupied by Ginger Sinclair.

While Connor is running from his from his life as it is without being a firefighter, while Ginger is running from a broken marriage, trying to find herself.

I loved the issues in this book with Connor severely scarred, yet still sexy, and Ginger the curvier woman, trying to enjoy life without her parent's money, doing what she wants to do and not what she's told to do.

One of my favourite scene is, when Connor pulls her in front of a mirror and makes her "see" how beautiful she is.

 All in all - nice read..

May I introduce: Elizabeth M Darcy "Her Norman Conquest"

Her Norman Conquest
by Elizabeth M Darcy

Another author who is now calling Australia home. Elizabeth "enjoys the thrill of writing romance and loves all things magical" and winning the 2007 RWA Clayton's Best Kiss Award, I'd say her books are bound to be a very good read.

1 - What draws your interest to historical romance?
My qualifications are in English history and English literature so I've always been drawn to history and writing. I love visiting old buildings and watching historical series on TV. The book I pick up is usually historical both romance and non-fiction.

2 - How much research do you do for a historical romance story?
I spend a long time doing research. I think the ambience  an author needs to include in any story should to be correct historically, both in description and speech.

3 -  Tell us about your current WIP.
I wrote this story after reading the research from about 20 years ago on my family tree. I titled the story:

Her Norman Conquest

At the mercy of William the Conqueror, Lady Ann faces an uncertain future as Norman knights fight for her hand.

4 - You're involved in the RWAus Mentor & RWAus Critique Program. How important is it to you to help 'novice' authors?
I've been writing for some time, Elizabeth M Darcy is only one of my pen names, this year my 50 book was published. So, I  think I've enough experience  to help  novice writers.  I spend a  lot of time working with both critique partners and novice writers. Being a mentor for me is about as rewarding as signing a new book contract.  I really enjoy helping people period.  Sometimes authors just need a simple explanation or an example to help them overcome a problem. Writing can be very lonely and having someone to contact  for whatever part of the writing or publishing process is beneficial. Many people have helped me along the way and still do, so I like to pay it on. 

At the mercy of William the Conqueror, Lady Ann faces an uncertain future as Norman knights fight for her hand.

Left alone after the death of all the male members of her household at the Battle of Hastings, Lady Ann finds herself at the mercy of William the Conqueror.  The King intends to marry his knights to Saxon gentry. Ann becomes a useful if not uncooperative ally by using her ability to speak French to liaise with the terrified Saxon women and their potential husbands.  She falls in love with a devastatingly handsome Norman blacksmith only to discover King William has plans for her to marry one of his knights. 


Elizabeth M Darcy- Romance Through Time-

Born in London, England and now living in Australia, Elizabeth enjoys the thrill of writing YA  romance and loves all things magical.  She has a passion for history and her sweet historical romance stories  are drawn from the history of her heritage to bring readers the delightful imagery of life and love through time. From Norman Knights to Scottish Highlanders and English rakes, Elizabeth creates stories that will remain with the reader long after the final page.

Twitter @ EMDarcyauthor 


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 Chapter One
London, 1072
“All unwed landed ladies, widows or maidens of childbearing age are hereby summoned to Hertfordshire without delay.”
 Lady Ann of Par balled her fists and glared up at the Norman knight, so mighty, reading his declaration from the back of a horse. Mayhap he believed she would plunge a dagger in his heart. “But, my lord, I have tenants to oversee, an estate to manage. Your king has slaughtered the men of my family and all of my father’s loyal men.” She lifted her chin. “I am the only one left to guide my people.”
The knight stared down at her without compassion. “Gather your belongings. My patience grows thin.”
She pressed her lips together. Bad enough the new king’s army had brutally slain the proud Saxon men and left them to rot on the battlefield, but since the invasion, their mourning wives and daughters had lived in constant terror of these foreign-speaking brutes. Indeed, few women had knowledge of the French language as she did. She had heard tales about Norman knights ransacking estates in search of documents or details regarding their wealth or lands. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Dear God! Her turn had come to join the stream of highborn womenfolk the beasts had bundled into carts bound for London to meet their death, or worse, forced to marry a murdering Norman knight.
Conceding defeat, she met his gaze. “Very well, when do we leave?”
“Sir Paul de Groote will be accompanying you. He will arrive at daybreak.” His lip curled with contempt. “Make sure you are ready to depart. Two of my men will remain here to ensure you comply with the king’s orders.” The stern knight swung his horse around and returned to his troops.
The sun had hardly peeked over the horizon to herald the arrival of Sir Paul de Groote and his troops at her country estate. He had impressed her with his courtesy, so unlike the brutish ways she had encountered from the Norman knights so far. The man was impressively tall and spoke in a gentle tone. He had appeared genuinely remorseful in his delivery of the missive from the newly crowned king. Mayhap not all the Normans had such bad manners.
“You may take your maid and one trunk. We have little room to spare.” Sir Paul led her towards the cart. “You will be taken to Berkhamsted Castle and King William will decide your future.” He gave her a tight smile. “I’m sure you will be impressed at what changes our king has made to England. He plans to build great castles. Have no fear, all the estates will be properly managed under Norman rule.”
She bit back a retort—no need to make an enemy of a man who had at least offered her a modicum of civility. She climbed into the cart with Meg at her side and watched her beloved home vanish into the morning mist. Aye, she had heard tell of Berkhamsted Castle created by Robert of Mortain to protect the king and built with no less than two motes to ensure against any further Saxon uprising. It would seem the Normans had need for such things. Hours passed with no respite and the heavens had opened up drenching her by the time the wooden structure came into view. Cold, hungry and with a failing spirit, she followed the guards through the courtyard.
Inside the great hall, she gaped in wonder at the impressive opulence around her. The walls rose high on each side, one covered in magnificent tapestries. The other displayed a large variety of weaponry, and centred hung the battered shield depicting King Harold’s coat of arms. A shiver raced down her spine at the memory of the tales spoken in hushed voices about the gruesome death of King Harold. The great king had suffered an arrow to the eye and the Norman butchers had hacked him to pieces. He would turn in his grave if he could hear French spoken as the tongue of his beloved England.   
 She smothered a sob. Her sharp intake of breath brought Meg to her side. She brushed aside the bunched cotton cloth offered by her maidservant, lifted her chin and stepped into the Great Hall. “Put it away, Meg, for I fear I have no more tears to shed.” 
She pushed down the fear, determined not to cower before the Normans. All about her, guards stood oppressively close. Musky male scent rose from their warm bodies enhanced by the dampness from the incessant freezing rain. She glanced at her ashen-faced maidservant and straightened her soaked head rail. Anger  shivered down her spine. How dare they treat her in such a manner?
Allowing her attention to wander over the crowd, she suppressed a gasp. An impressive row of knights stood to one side, straight and proud, each observing her entrance with interest. She avoided their gazes, feeling somewhat like a prize horse offered up for sale. She kept her eyes towards the front, where the Norman King William and Queen Matilda reclined surrounded by a swarm of buzzing advisors. On one side of the royal pair, a number of priests in long red robes observed her with blank disinterested expressions.
 Ann tried in vain to control her trembling knees. The king’s man announced her name. She straightened, determined to appear dignified. Sir Paul beckoned her forwards with an encouraging smile and her stomach twisted. This king was a tyrant and he cared nothing for the Saxons. Her stomach cramped at the fear of standing alone before such a butcher. I will do this for my father. She lifted her chin. She would not tremble before this false king in his Norman stronghold. With her heart pounding against her ribs, she stepped forwards and crossed the rush-covered floor to Sir Paul. He turned towards her, genuflected in the exaggerated way usual for Normans, and offered his arm. She accepted his escort and they strolled towards the king.
 They stopped before the thrones, and Sir Paul bowed dramatically low. Ann curtsied, keeping her  gaze on the rush-covered boards. Indignation reared within her and she pressed her lips together lest an untimely comment spill from her lips.
“May I present Lady Ann of Parr. Her estate is in Cornwall. She is fluent in French, Your Majesty.” Sir Paul’s meticulous French echoed around the Great Hall.
King William’s lip curled into a small smile. He leant back in his throne before passing an inaudible comment to Queen Matilda. He then returned his dark gaze and full attention towards Ann.
“I am pleased you converse in my language. It will enable you to convey my wishes to the other landed ladies of this England. I will arrange betrothals for them with my barons. I will give no quarter. The ladies will obey my orders. Indeed, such marriages will do much for the stability of England.”
Ann released a deep breath and in an effort to quell her rising fear, pressed one trembling hand firmly to her stomach. What would he do if good Saxon ladies refused? She lifted her chin. “Will you exact a penalty for those not willing to submit to your plan, Your Majesty?”


I signed a contract with Limitless Publishing

G'day from this end of the world.

As you might have guessed, Tuesday Tales is still on a break, so I thought I'd bring you up to date with what's happening at my end of the world.

It's been a busy couple of weeks. Almost two weeks ago, I signed a contract with Limitless Publishing for my Australian Sports Stars Trilogy. I'm looking forward to working with the team and bringing you the stories soon.

Last week also saw the release of my third book in the Beginnings series. Fresh Beginnings takes Jared to the US where he meets Ivy, an American "hitchhiker". I'd describe the story as "our itinerary with a romance written around it.

And don't forget to stop by every Sunday for:

Tuesday Tales will be back in September:

And check out all the wonderful authors on Thursdays in the "May I introduce" feature.

Until then .... have a great week... and do give the Beginnings series a chance. They're great stories.

Snippet Sunday - My newest WIP 10/08/2014


Thank you all for visiting and commenting the last few weeks as I introduced you to my two characters of the upcoming release "Fresh Beginnings".
It's time for a new story ... as yet untitled.
Meet Jeri.

Jeri walked down the streets to her car, replaying her conversation she’d had with Olivia.

“How are your blind dates going?” her friend’s daughter asked as she came into Jeri’s gallery a couple of days earlier.

She shrugged. “I have a winner’s luck to get hooked up with all the duds in town.” Jeri hesitated, contemplating whether to speak the words in her head. Was she destined to live alone after her divorce?

“You should meet Ely. He lives next door,” Olivia said. “He’s like sex on legs. Honestly.”

Jeri let out a choked laugh. “Listen, sweetie. I’m in my late thirties, good looking for that age, but sex on legs?”

“You wait,” Olivia said as she looked at her watch. “Anyway, I’d better go. I’ll give you a call tonight regarding Ely. Prepare yourself for a nice night out!”


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 I do appreciate each single one of them!