Monday, 10 October 2011

My first born

Do you think kids instinctively know what they want to be when they grow up, or does it take time for their natural talents to emerge? I recall my sister picking wild flowers and arranging them in jars when she was still a toddler. She’s now a florist with a whole string of letters after her name. A kid in my class used to bring his guitar into school and serenade us. He’s now a newspaper editor in Australia, where his employees benefit from free recitals.

Me, every spare second was spent either on horseback, reading or scribbling stories. Nothing’s changed, except that I don’t have horses anymore.

I wrote my first book at fifteen, my second ten years later. Then life, husbands and horses took over for quite a while but the desire to put pen to paper never left me. Eight years ago, with time on my hands, I took it up again. Lady Hartley’s Inheritance – a fun regency romp and my first serious attempt at novel writing– was accepted for publication by a house in London. So too were the next four but, as all you mothers out there will know, your first born holds a special place in your heart.

Lady Hartley is now making another appearance. This time it’s in digital form with Musa, the impressive and innovate new e-publisher, and has benefited greatly from the attentions of their sharp editing team. Here’s the striking cover.

Clarissa Hartley is distraught when she discovers that her late husband left his entire estate to a son she knows nothing about. Her godmother’s son, Luc Deverill, the Earl of Newbury, suspects fraud.

Thrown together during the social whirl of a Regency season in full swing, Luc is increasingly drawn towards Clarissa, but she thinks him an idle dissipate and finds little to admire in the ways of high society …

Go to my website at to read an excerpt.

Lady Hartley’s Inheritance, available from Musa Publishing  or from October 14th.

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Last week I talked about Halloween and asked for suggestions about Father Christmas’s leisure activities. Here’s what Alison Runham said.
Father Christmas is, of course, a kindly soul. So he spends much of his year caring for the other supernatural creatures that don't get out much - you know, ghouls, the Easter Bunny, the occasional Tooth Fairy whose patch is just a tiny hamlet in the Hebrides. And of course when Mrs Christmas demands her sunshine break (well wouldn't YOU, if you lived at the North Pole?), they have to invite Jack Frost to their Barbados villa too. "He's at a loose end," Father Christmas explains to his wife. She wraps her beach kimono around herself and pouts.
"It's intolerable, Crimbo!" she cries, batting her eyelashes at her twinkle-eyed hubby. "He drips all over the floor!"
"He can't help it, dear" says Father Christmas gently. "It's in his nature."
Mrs C sniffs. "You wouldn't say that if YOU were the one who spent the rest of the year scooping up Easter Bunny's pellets. Easter Bummy, that's what I'd call him."
The conversation always ends the same way. She stalks out and Father C sighs, knowing once again his generosity will cost him a brand new 'Mary Christmas by Chanel' suit for Mrs C.

Congratulations, Alison. You win a copy of my novel, A Class Apart.



  1. I can't wait to read this one, Wendy. I do love a good Regency romp and the cover really draws you in.

  2. Liked the story of your trip to becoming a writer. How cool that you wrote and rode during your young life. I picked up writing and riding a few years ago and love them both.

  3. Good for you, Patti. You have excellent taste and I hope you excel at both pursuits.

  4. Isn't it amazing how we can't let the writing to entirely, even though other things intervene? Like you, I began writing at a young age. Now I'm almost at the decrepit stage and I still HAVE to write - Regency by the way! Musa are publishing a huge range of Regencies and I'm working my way through them!

  5. Yes, Vonnie, I remember having my nose stuck in a book when all the other kids were out playing. I guess I always knew what I wanted to be but didn't realise it at the time!