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About the author:
The books are mainly based in London, where the author was born, and tries to convey the multicultural diversity of the people who live there. The main characters are not your usual mix of heroes, they have flaws and it’s how they deal with the situations around them when their emotions expose their vulnerabilities … but always with a dollop of good humor.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to put some humor, love and lust as well as the feelings of angst when you really fall in love for the first time.
Here is a short sample from the book:
‘Me not see anytin’,’ Hatty gasped, remembering to use her false local lingo while squeezing her eyes shut as the naked young man walked out of the fresh water pool.
She didn’t know what to do. It was the first time anyone had come to her secret hiding place plus seeing a naked white body close up. Her bedroom was in the house directly opposite his. She’d accidentally seen him walk nude in his bedroom more than a few times. But now, she was a little bit anxious and less curious. Hatty listened closely but only heard the trickling of water from the small stream. Bracing herself against the tree, she let out a nervous whimper.
‘Seriously, me not see you.’
‘I don’t care if you did,’ Jake Logan laughed and walked towards her. She pushed her head into her knees, knowing she was going so red it might look like she was going to have a heart attack. The image of his naked bronzed torso burnt into her mind. She was too scared to open her eyes should she pass out from shock. ‘How big would you say it is?’
‘Like me say, me not seen anytin’ an’ it is not up to me to comment on your personal tings,’ she mumbled, her voice trembling as she heard him laugh out loud.
Hatty liked the sound of it and tried not to smile.
‘Not my cock!’ Jake laughed. ‘The creek! Do you think it’s fifty by thirty foot?’
‘What ya doin’ ‘ere an’ it not a creek!’
Hatty took a deep breath realising she’d got the wrong end of the stick. An image of his nakedness came into her head and she buried her face deeper into her hands.
‘You can open your eyes. I’m decent.’ Slowly, she pulled her head up, prising her fingers away from her face to find him sitting next to her, flicking through her small black sketch book. She immediately grabbed it back and put it on her pile of reading material. ‘Is this your idea of studying? Falling asleep under a tree?’
‘Me tired from too much readin’,’ she shrugged, putting the small stack of books into her satchel. She then caught a glance of her dirt covered hands and recoiled in embarrassment, placing them in between her knees and squeezing her thighs tightly together, hoping he wouldn’t have noticed the muck against her brown skin. ‘Me get up early.’
Hatty knew she was having a hard time keeping up her accent to the American man, as opposed to her true English one, but her cheeks still burned.
‘You’re Delores niece aren’t you?’ Jake said, resting against the tree. Hatty noticed his bare white feet then realised his clothes were damp due to not drying properly. ‘And the gardener.’
‘I’m not… me mean, me not de only gardener. Dere are many oder gardeners who work on your father’s land. Me look after the ‘erbs and flowers but me studying as well and me name is-.’
‘Well it was nice to meet you,’ he said, quickly jumping up and grabbing his flip flops, walking away.
‘Okay,’ she said, confused by his manner but knowing he didn’t look at her the way he looked at Gina.
The young woman who worked in his father’s office and all the men wanted, with her slim lithe body and light brown skin.
The woman who hated her more than anyone else and Hatty equally loathed.
His look was full of lust with Gina, whereas he looked at Hatty as if she was odd and stupid.
Hatty glanced at her dirty grubby hands then down at her mud stained dungarees before re-plaiting her long dark hair. She wanted to shrivel up and die from embarrassment. Getting up slowly, she walked down to the fresh water pool and washed her hands then face, unbuckling her dungarees. As she bathed her arms, Hatty let out a miserable sigh as the sunshine beat against her mocha coloured skin before mumbling.