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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Saturday, 30 October 2010


What do I do?

Nano is two days away. TWO DAYS... and I thought I had it sussed. But this idea just hit me. A time travel romance... heroine thrown back in time, falls in love... yeah then along comes the villian, but with a twist. Hah. Oh I want to write this one....

When Joni Peterson touches a milestone while house sitting for a friend, she is catapulted through time into a world she doesn't recognise. Finding herself 200 years in the past she discovers love in the most unexpected place, namely at the feet of the man whose carriage knocked her down. Lord Sebastian Tyler is being pressure to marry, but has his own ideas on the subject. He has no time for women, especially ones who apparantly attempt suicide under the wheels of his carriage.

Excerpt off the top of my head lol:

"My name's 'attie, miss. Now don' ye go movin' or nothin' til t'master's bin an' sent for t'doctor. Ye took a nasty bang t'noggin under those 'orses 'ooves."

Joni rubbed her head, wishing it would stop spinning. It would also help if the girl wasn't speaking in such a broad dialect. "Horses? I don't remember any horses."

"According to my driver you all but threw yourself under them, madam. He was hard pressed to stop." The distinctly male voice, haughty and disapproving came from the doorway.

Joni turned to look toward the voice. Her eyes widened as the vision of perfect manhood that stood before her. A tall man strode over to the bed, his hands clasped behind his back. His form fitting breeches, shirt, waistcoat and tail coat showed off his slender figure to perfection. Long black hair framed his face and fathomless brown eyes stared down at her as his baritone voice rang out again. "What did you think you were doing running out into the road like that, madam? You could have been killed."

So which do I do. Or do I push the boat out and write both?

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