The Before the Storm free promotion is now over – thank you SO MUCH to everyone who downloaded a copy! I was completely amazed by the response and it’s a bit overwhelming to think that it ended up on almost THREE THOUSAND kindles over the course of the last couple of days. Crikey. But then I think about the fact that my books have been downloaded over eight thousand times now and start to feel really feeble and a tad hysterical because that’s a bit terrifying. I mean that’s THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE reading WORDS that come from MY HEAD. And that’s before I even get started on the thousands of you (hello!) reading this. I think I’m going to go and lie down and listen to The Kidneythieves on repeat now.
Hey, you can too.
I failed to keep a proper eye on rankings and stuff but as far as I know it peaked at #32 on the Kindle Free Book Chart and was #1 Free Family Saga and #1 Free Historical Fiction for much of the promotion, which was excellent. It doesn’t matter that it was free – it’s just nice to be an er bestnonseller for a bit. Bestfreeseller? Anyway, it was great.
Thanks again to everyone who downloaded a copy. Please leave a review, however short, on Amazon or Goodreads or wherever you like as then maybe more people will buy it and I can retire to Paris and live in a house constructed from empty Louboutin boxes.
As a reward for all your l33t downloading skills, here’s a photograph of me aged about eight at Hever Castle. Note the VERY becoming pink dress + red hair combination and the peculiarly awkward way that I’m holding my guide book. Also SOCKS + sandals.
I don’t look like that any more – I look like this:
Cor, I know, right?! Who wouldn’t?
If you missed the promotion, fear not! for Before the Storm is back to its usual price of a princely £1.93 in the UK and about the same in the US, except Amazon won’t let me see how much it is exactly.
Because I am feeling generous, my most recent and favourite of my books, Before the Storm is going to be FREE AS A BIRD for the next few days so if you have a Kindle or Kindle app on your phone etc then this is your chance to download it without paying a PENNY.
‘Unable to attract suitably aristocratic suitors in London, a group of beautiful, wealthy and extremely ambitious English heiresses decide to try their luck in Paris instead. Although they initially take the city of light by storm, they soon discover that the glittering facade of social success hides a multitude of sins and iniquities while their own dark secrets and an implacable enemy could well destroy everything that they have worked so hard to achieve…
Based on The Buccaneers by Edith Wharton, Before the Storm is a tale of passion, betrayal, posh doom and true love set against the backdrop of the opulent and often treacherous worlds of Georgian London, Marie Antoinette’s Versailles and the bloodshed and terror of Revolutionary Paris.
‘It was a blissfully warm day. The worst of the heat wave was now over and a light flower scented breeze blew leaves into the pavilion where the party drowsily lazed against cushions, idling listening as Eugène d’Aigueville played his guitar, his eyes fixed on Venetia, who smiled lazily back at him.
Comte Edmond reclined in between Phoebe and Eliza, none of them spoke but the air around them shimmered with tension as both girls subtly did their best to claim his attention for themselves. Phoebe had long since realised that she was fighting a losing battle though and that although he very much enjoyed flirting with her, it was Eliza that he looked for first whenever he walked into a room.
Eliza did not share this view though and kept thinking about Venetia’s wedding day when Phoebe, radiant with sexual confidence had told her that she wouldn’t let her chastity stand in the way of making a good match for herself. She curled her hands into fists every time Comte Edmond and her friend left the room together and tried not to think about what they might be doing. He’d tried to kiss her once, but she’d shoved him away. Perhaps that was a mistake? She looked across at him now as he gazed up at Phoebe and her heart sank.
‘Who is that woman?’ Phoebe said suddenly, shielding her blue eyes as she looked back towards the house.
Venetia followed her gaze and gave a nervous laugh. ‘It’s your landlady, Eliza,’ she said, with a quick look at Edmond, who immediately sat up and automatically began to retie his loosened cravat. ‘Madame de Saint-Georges.’
They all stood up and instinctively, Eliza, Phoebe and Venetia stood close together as Corisande de Saint-Georges hurried across the lawn towards them. She had dressed to impress in a shimmering, rich lace trimmed blue and white striped silk gown, with wide skirts pulled back from flounced flower sprigged white silk underskirts. A huge muslin fichu was arranged around her shoulders and on her elaborately curled, ringleted and backcombed powdered hair was a vast ribbon and flower bedecked white straw hat.
‘Goodness me, she really means business,’ Venetia murmured as they watched this vision of elegance and high fashion approach. She looked back over her shoulder at Edmond, who was standing uneasily behind them, looking as if he desperately wished he could run away. ‘I wonder what she wants?’
Reviews:
‘Before the Storm, tells the story of a group of young Englishwomen who meet in Bath and, frustrated by their inability to land a suitable British husband, go to Paris to try their luck with the French nobility.
Given that the French Revolution looms, you can’t help thinking their timing is a bit off. Described by the author as “a tale of iniquity and posh doom”, it contains all the staples of good historical romance, from upwardly mobile marriage-minded Mamas to a governess with a secret past.
However, like her previous novel, Blood Sisters, it is a book more about the bonds between the women than it is a love story. The real love story is between Clegg and Revolutionary France, and she matches historical detail with a vivid imagination.’
‘Lush, dreamy historical detail with a slightly punk rock aesthetic…’
I had a bad day yesterday, which is why I didn’t post here or anywhere else really other than to be glum about Prime Suspect and complain about the weather. I don’t like having bad days so let’s work through this together. Don’t worry, it won’t end badly.
When I first started this blog almost three years ago, I decided that I was going to use it to talk about the research for my books and also chat a bit about the writing process. At some point I also seem to have made the decision that I was only going to tell you all about the good bits and none of the bad. This was wrong.
You see, over time, increasing amounts of people have become interested in self publishing their work and I think it is up to those of us who have already done so and with some modest success to give advice, help, encouragement and also an honest view of how such an interprise will most likely turn out. I have a duty, I suppose, therefore to disclose everything good AND bad that arises as a result of this whole writing shebang.
I hate sharing all the glum bits not just because I know there’s a whole bunch of people who LOVE it when things go wrong for me (I’m not being pious, I bloody LOVE it when things go wrong for them too) but also because it’s not in my nature to dwell on the unpleasant and annoying. However, I also feel a bit ridiculous only ever shouting about the good things because that’s a bit show offy, right?
Well, sort of. Actually, as well as it being really handy for prospective self publishers to know all the pitfalls of the potentially huge emotional investment that they are about to make, it’s also good for them to have a bit of hope that the miserable ‘You’ll only ever sell five copies and all of those will be bought BY YOUR MUM’ brigade are full of nonsense and probably have their own parlous agenda for keeping them in their place. I shouldn’t feel bad, then, for wanting to shout about excellent sales and really lovely reviews and so on because it’s all going into the collective pot of Good Feelings about self publishing and that’s just dandy.
Anyway, suffice to say that I had a Bad Writing Day yesterday and almost jacked the whole thing in for good because I had some rather negative feedback about my work and even though I immediately acted upon it, deleted loads of text, added loads of extra bits and generally tore my current piece of work apart, I still felt really upset and confused by the whole thing. Don’t worry – it’s pretty typical for authors to react with disproportionate amounts of angst to criticism so I don’t feel too ridiculous admitting to this and ultimately I have ended up with a FAR stronger work in progress and a better idea of how to take it forward too, so that’s okay.
It was rough though for a while.
However, I’m fortunate enough to have a cheerleading husband who hugged me a lot and calmed me down by reminding me that a. I sell a thousand books a month b. I get great reviews c. I have actual fans who want me to write more things and d. this blog is very nearly at a million hits so I’m not a rubbish writer at all, but someone who writes things that people apparently want to read about. Which altogether had the effect of making me feel rather worse and as if I’d somehow slighted all of the people who have bought and enjoyed my books or hit up my blog for a lunch time read by going off on a ‘I’M A TERRIBLE WRITER’ schlep.
So I won’t do that any more.
Once I’d calmed down, I decided that constructive action was needed so I did three things:
1. I made all the necessary changes to the Work In Progress and then contacted the amazing talented Del des Anges about properly editing it for me once it is finished, whereupon I will be publishing it myself, hopefully with another Lisa Falzon cover, although I need to ask her about that, obvs.
2. I put my first two books, The Secret Diary of a Princess and Blood Sisters on Scrivener and spent a lot of time getting them ready to be updated on Kindle and also released as special edition paperbacks in the next few months.
3. I noted that there have been more calls for a sequel to The Secret Diary of a Princess and made a new Scrivener page for another Young Adult book which has the working title: Marie Antoinette 4 Louis. Now that The Secret Diary is approaching 4,000 sales (in fact, it might have just tipped over), I think I should probably start paying attention to what my readers want! Anyway, the sequel will involve MORE letters from Amalia, MORE practical jokes and MORE Madame du Barry. So there.
All of which made me feel MUCH better.
Other things that made me feel better were:
1. Reading more of Palace Circle by Rebecca Dean, which I have wanted to read ever since it came out but miserably failed to do UNTIL NOW. It is everything that I hoped that it would be but reading it in the depths of my angst also made me feel more confused and also a bit huffy as there are vast swathes of Telling interspersed with Showing that is so subtle that I have no idea what just happened so I moved on to…
2. Watching two series of Prime Suspect, one after the other which was pretty satisfying if a bit gruesome at times. It’s not as good as Whitechapel though (NOTHING is as good as Whitechapel), which I will be blogging about later on as I feel that the current series deserves a little joyful paen all of its very own.
3. Drinking hot chocolate with les petits gars from these divinely cute Jamie Oliver mugs that were sent to me by Palmers. I have the Little Sweetheart mug (for Oscar) and Little Tiger one (for Felix) and adore them as they are just the right size for small people. I’m not a fan of hot drinks but I do like to lie around drinking hot chocolate and pretending that I am in fact Sarah Churchill in a ridiculous fontanges headdress or maybe Madame de Pompadour. NOTHING could be more cheering.
4. Booking Camping Plus for this year’s Camp Bestival so we don’t have to worry about camping on a slope and will have showers and our own carefully reserved plot on a flat to look forward to. We’re not very good at camping.
5. Writing a list of all the amazing things that are coming up on this blog: Kensington Palace, Hampton Court Palace, Althorp, Camp Bestival, Emilie Autumn, another chance to be trolled mercilessly after I review a Stewart Lee gig, a mystery trip abroad, a book launch and also a couple of other very special things that are currently in the pipeline but I should hopefully be able to tell you about soon…
6. Pictures of Tom Hardy in Marie Antoinette.
7. Corgi puppies.
Not bad really for a post that started out as a bit of a complain! I feel like that there should be a moral to all of this really, so let’s just say that it’s okay to be upset about criticism so long as you use it to your own ends. Or something. Also puppies and Tom Hardy are awesome.
The other day, my husband was at one of his poker games (he’s a poker FIEND and takes part in tournaments and stuff) and someone asked him ‘What does your wife do?’ Without pause, he replied: ‘She’s a writer’ and then apparently reflected for a while on how nice it was to be able to say that.
I’m very touched by this, as I have found that the angst I felt as I wondered ‘Am I a writer?’ was nothing compared to that of my nearest and dearest, who’d apparently been thinking ‘Is she a writer now?’ Typically, I suppose the turning point for him came when I started making more money from my books than my day job as a researcher, which I am now optimistic about being able to leave at some point. And there was me, thinking it was all about being CREATIVE when actually, like seemingly everything else, it’s about MONEY.
I’m now selling around a thousand books a month, which is apparently pretty good for a self publisher and especially one like myself who does barely any promotion. I do sometimes wonder what I could achieve if I had an actual publisher behind me and therefore marginally more klout (hey, I might have sold over 3,000 books now but there’s still people out there who are VERY keen to let me know that I’m not writing ‘real books’ because they are e-books and that I’m not a ‘proper writer’ because I don’t have an agent or a publisher they have heard of, which isn’t technically true as they’ve heard of ME, haven’t they?) in the publishing world but, well, if it’s meant to happen it will and I’m not losing sleep over it in the meantime.
People have started asking if publishers are approaching me now that both my blog and my books are taking off – they are definitely not and nor do I expect them to. My blog gets over 3,000 views a day now, which is jolly nice but I don’t think there’s enough of a cohesive theme to the whole thing to make it of interest to them. I HAVE been approached by a very nice agent though (hello!) and am sending chapters of my Minette novel along to her as I write so she can help me improve them. I’m enjoying this immensely actually as I’ve been thinking for a while now that I wish I had someone who knows what they are doing to tell me what to do and help me with plot tangles and stuff.
I don’t know what will happen once the book is finished but either way, it will almost certainly be a better book for this precious input. It’s also changed the way that I write as, I’ll be honest, I used to try my best to forget that the book was going to be read by other people once I’d finished it. In fact Before the Storm is the first book that I’ve written with the express and full intention of publication. Now though I’m constantly aware that it is being read, nay SCRUTINISED, and that’s keeping me both writing (I can be lazy – it amazes me that people think I am prolific) and also on my toes somewhat.
Anyway, Minette is going very well – I’m writing the fifth chapter at the moment and am enjoying it immensely. Charles I is dead, Henrietta Maria is keen to marry Minette off to her cousin Louis XIV and Mademoiselle de Montpensier is keen to put as many spanners in the works as it takes to prevent that from happening.
Here’s some Writing Tips that I have picked up so far during this book’s conception:
1. You can’t ‘hiss’ a sentence that doesn’t have any ‘s’ in it. Think about it.
2. If you are battling terrible writer’s block, it can be immensely helpful to sit back, listen to music and mentally put together a stonking film trailer for your book that incorporates all the most dramatic or whatever scenes (written or not) that you think really encapsulate your book. For example, for Minette, I have a trailer worked out against the background of What The Water Gave Me by Florence and the Machine and it involves lots of running down corridors, screaming in carriages, floating on a lake while sunlight dapples through the trees overhead and cross looks at masked balls. And that’s my book. Um, okay.
For Whitechapel aka The Secret Keeper, I have worked out trailers to Before I Die by Kidney Thieves and Let The Record Show by Emilie Autumn (did I mention that I am seeing her again in March? I did? Oh well.), which involves um staggering down an alleyway in the dark, cross looks over a dinner table, the flash of a knife, a very painted up girl singing on a music hall stage and um possibly some snogging. Already, you can see that it is a very different sort of book.
Here’s one someone else made earlier cunningly combining Let the Record Show and Sweeney Todd. Obviously, if anyone ever unwisely makes a film from any of my books they have to star Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter (and Aidan Turner, Tom Hardy and Eva Green) or I’m signing NOTHING.
There was a number 3 but I can’t remember what it was. Oh wait, I know:
3. This isn’t a tip, but a response to a question I’ve been asked a hundred times recently – I have no IMMEDIATE plans to write a sequel to the Marie Antoinette novel but if one does emerge it will be rather different from its predecessor and may have a totally different narrator added to the mix, one that I can have a bit of fun with. To be honest, I wrote The Secret Diary of a Princess about four years ago now and am a bit staggered by how successful it has been as it was just a bit of fun and never actually intended for publication. There might also be a short story sequel to both Blood Sisters and Before the Storm as I’ve had a lot of questions about the fate of the main characters…
Anyway, it’s now almost a month since Before the Storm was launched and people have been very kind about it! I think it’s my best work to date and it’s nice that the first few readers seem to have enjoyed it so much…
‘I really enjoyed this book. After reading so many historical romances that circle tightly around the hero and heroine, and where it’s easy to tell who’s going to have a happy ending with whom at the end of the first chapter, it was a breath of fresh air to read about the strong ensemble cast and not to know what was going to happen next. All the settings come to life so vividly, from Bath to London to Versailles to Paris (especially Paris!) I also loved the homages to Edith Wharton’s The Buccaneers. Highly recommended!‘
‘Many historical novels set against such a huge backdrop of revolutionary France can lose their way, but Melanie’s skill is to weave together the stories of the main protagonists while zooming in to focus on their intensely passionate (in every sense) relationships. I read a review elsewhere that this author’s greatest achievement is to write so honestly about the way women treat each other – I certainly agree. Here we see women as silly girls, blooming into women or becoming embittered by the vagaries life throws at them; women as sisters, friends and bitter rivals; women supporting or stabbing each other in the back.‘
‘I devoured this book in one sitting. Elegantly written with fascinating, finely drawn characters and a beautifully paced narrative. Recommended to all lovers of historical fiction – and anyone who likes a good yarn!‘
‘Having recently read Edith Wharton’s The Buccaneers, I can say that this is a wonderful homage to that novel, which manages the rare feat of being a pleasure to read in its own right. Set in the years leading up to the French Revolution gives this reworking an added urgency. In spite of the precarious situation the heroines often find themselves in, this is a joyful and luscious novel. Melanie Clegg is particularly adept at painting the settings and costumes of the period in technicolour. Sometimes Clegg is in danger of getting *too* carried away with period details, but the excitement and obvious passion she has for the epoque is communicative, so she can be forgiven!‘
Ah, thank you so much! Before the Storm costs less than a decent gin and tonic, an aspirational magazine or a trip to Paris and is available from all good Amazon UK and Amazon US.
If you have enjoyed my books, please please consider leaving a review, no matter how short on Amazon and/or Goodreads (where you can get away with just rating with stars without actually saying ANYTHING, which is a bonus if you hate actually WRITING reviews) to let people know. It really helps and I would love you so much if you did, which may be a threat or a promise. Who can tell?
I’m off now anyway to write, do a little bit of work and also read about St Petersburg as we’re thinking about going either there or Venice for a few days this spring. Have any of you been? What did you think?
Picture at the top is used with permission of Denis Severs’ House, Folgate Street, London.
Hello! I hope you all enjoyed the plethora of scheduled posts that I arranged for this month so that I could sneak off and attend to some Serious Writing. They’ve run out now though so I’m back again, in body as well as spirit.
Before I continue, I’d just like to say a very profound and also gleeful THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who bought a copy of Before the Storm in its launch demi-week. It’s been selling brilliantly and the feedback I have had so far has been extremely encouraging! As you can imagine, bringing out a book is more than a bit nerve wracking but you’ve all been so kind, which has made the experience so much less hideous than it might otherwise have been. All it needs now are some reviews on Amazon and Goodreads… *hint hint*
Oh wait, reviews have appeared! Bless your hearts!
You can all add me on Goodreads by the way. If you WANT to, that is. Don’t feel like you HAVE to or anything. Did I sound a bit peremptory there? I do hope not.
Anyway! I have been busy writing, writing, WRITING this month (and also getting my hair cut, parenting, reading, KNITTING a Kindle case and possibly arranging getting at least one if not two kittens) about Henrietta and also my poor girls from 1888 and it’s been pretty good. I’ve bitterly resented the bits where I have had to attend to my actual day job but as I work from home it hasn’t been as bad as it could have been – especially as my smallest boy started pre-school at the start of the year which means I now get THREE BLESSED HOURS to myself every weekday morning. I’ve been ripping out chapters, adding extra bits and killing off characters before they’ve had a chance to let out so much as a strangulated squeak. Poor things.
Two things have happened anyway:
1. The seventeenth century novel is now just about Henrietta Stuart, who is, as an aside, my most delightful heroine to date. She’s just so darn sparky. I’m giving in to my love of metaphysical poetry with this one and have had people quoting Donne, which never fails to make my heart sing. I love Donne, don’t you? He wrote my favourite poem, you know.
2. I find that I am not very good at writing murder mysteries so have made the decision that the 1888 book is not going to be a whodunnit. Is it possible to write about Jack the Ripper without a bit of sleuthing? Well, we will see. I have already written the last two paragraphs where all or nothing is revealed and now have to kind of rush headlong towards that point. Isn’t that what Agatha Christie used to do? The book has the working title ‘Whitechapel‘, but somewhere along the line it decided that it wanted to be called ‘The Secret Keeper‘. I’m in the dark about what this actually MEANS but the book, as always, knows best, I’m sure.
RESEARCH is the thing that I love the best though. RESEARCH. I like to be hands on and actually GO to places (remember the incident with Pulteney Bridge when I was writing Before the Storm? Actually making an effort to visit the places that you are writing about avoids all manner of embarrassments) which means that I have to make some trips to London and Paris this year. Oh hardship. One of the trips is to see Hampton Court, which has been facilitated somewhat by an invitation to the press launch of their new exhibition about degenerate seventeenth century courtiers. I’ll also be at the press day for the reopening of Kensington Palace, which will be rather marvellous.
I also appear to have bought a ticket late last night to the 2012 Jack the Ripper Conference, which is being held in York. I know, I know. WHY is it not being held in Whitechapel? I grumbled a bit about this on Twitter and Facebook and seem to have aroused the ire of various York sorts, who didn’t realise that I wasn’t so much grumbling about WHERE it was being held but where it WASN’T.
Anyway, yes, on the anniversary of the Double Event, I will be at a formal dinner in York and surrounded by my fellow Ripperologists. It’s like the start of a particularly lively episode of Morse isn’t it? Except in York not Oxford, of course.
I also have to spend a bit of time in Whitechapel. This will probably involve booking a hotel near the Market and then staying up all night swigging gin, wandering around alleyways and taking photographs. It’s lucky that I have NERVES OF STEEL, isn’t it? I used to do that sort of thing rather a lot when I lived in London, slinking around alleyways and inhaling the sickly sweet scent of decay, bubblegummy joss sticks and spices…
Mmm, poignant decay.
Right, I should be off now to write some more while listening to Kidney Thieves ‘Before I’m Dead‘ on repeat because that, apparently, is how I roll. Or write. Or something.
I love insane lip synching fan videos on YouTube.
Oh wait, did I tell you all that I am going to see Emilie Autumn again this March? I did? Oh well. That constitutes research as well, right? I’m already planning my outfit…
Before the Storm, my homage to Edith Wharton’s The Buccaneers is available for Kindle and its associated apps from Amazon UK and Amazon US for less than the price of a pint of GIN or an aspirational magazine or a REALLY nice tub of ice cream.
Yes, that’s right! My third novel, Before the Storm is available to download to your Kindle or Kindle app from Amazon US and Amazon UK right now!
‘Unable to attract suitably aristocratic suitors in London, a group of beautiful, wealthy and extremely ambitious English heiresses decide to try their luck in Paris instead. Although they initially take the city of light by storm, they soon discover that the glittering facade of social success hides a multitude of sins and iniquities while their own dark secrets could well destroy everything that they have worked so hard to achieve…
Based on The Buccaneers by Edith Wharton, Before the Storm is a tale of passion, betrayal and true love set against the backdrop of the opulent and often treacherous worlds of Georgian London, Versailles and Revolutionary Paris…‘
And that’s not all! The first ten people to download a copy will receive a beautiful print of Before the Storm’s gorgeous cover art by Lisa Falzon. All you need to do is email me the Amazon receipt to prove your purchase (I’ve looked at mine and the only sensitive information will be your address, which I need anyway to be able to get the print to you) and I will send one out to you!
Anyway, it’s taken me a year to get from the first tentative beginnings of this book to publication and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. I really hope you all like it and please don’t forget to let me know what you think once you’ve had a chance to read it!
Just a quick announcement that Before the Storm, my third novel of iniquity and POSH DOOM in eighteenth century England and France will be released for Kindle on Wednesday, 18th January! I’ll be celebrating the release with a very special giveaway!
Based on The Buccaneers by Edith Wharton, Before the Storm is a tale of passion, betrayal and true love set in a period of dramatically shifting social change and follows a close knit group of English friends, Venetia, Clementine, Eliza and Phoebe as they navigate the opulent but often treacherous worlds of Georgian London, Versailles and Revolutionary Paris.
‘It was a blissfully warm day. The worst of the heat wave was now over and a light flower scented breeze blew leaves into the pavilion where the party drowsily lazed against cushions, idling listening as Eugène d’Aigueville played his guitar, his eyes fixed on Venetia, who smiled lazily back at him.
Comte Edmond reclined in between Phoebe and Eliza, none of them spoke but the air around them shimmered with tension as both girls subtly did their best to claim his attention for themselves. Phoebe had long since realised that she was fighting a losing battle though and that although he very much enjoyed flirting with her, it was Eliza that he looked for first whenever he walked into a room.
Eliza did not share this view though and kept thinking about Venetia’s wedding day when Phoebe, radiant with sexual confidence had told her that she wouldn’t let her chastity stand in the way of making a good match for herself. She curled her hands into fists every time Comte Edmond and her friend left the room together and tried not to think about what they might be doing. He’d tried to kiss her once, but she’d shoved him away. Perhaps that was a mistake? She looked across at him now as he gazed up at Phoebe and her heart sank.
‘Who is that woman?’ Phoebe said suddenly, shielding her blue eyes as she looked back towards the house.
Venetia followed her gaze and gave a nervous laugh. ‘It’s your landlady, Eliza,’ she said, with a quick look at Edmond, who immediately sat up and automatically began to retie his loosened cravat. ‘Madame de Saint-Georges.’
They all stood up and instinctively, Eliza, Phoebe and Venetia stood close together as Corisande de Saint-Georges hurried across the lawn towards them. She had dressed to impress in a shimmering, rich lace trimmed blue and white striped silk gown, with wide skirts pulled back from flounced flower sprigged white silk underskirts. A huge muslin fichu was arranged around her shoulders and on her elaborately curled, ringleted and backcombed powdered hair was a vast ribbon and flower bedecked white straw hat.
‘Goodness me, she really means business,’ Venetia murmured as they watched this vision of elegance and high fashion approach. She looked back over her shoulder at Edmond, who was standing uneasily behind them, looking as if he desperately wished he could run away. ‘I wonder what she wants?’ — Before the Storm.
I am just too excited about this to keep it to myself but HERE at last is the front cover art for my next novel set during the French Revolution, Before the Storm, which will be out next week!
How utterly beautiful is this painting? I was seriously stunned when I opened the email and saw it. I love the detailing on Clementine’s peach silk dress and look at Venetia’s scarlet hair! I also adore the mist that seems to envelop the landscape behind them.
Thanks so much to the extremely talented Lisa Falzon for all her hard work! I’m beyond thrilled with the results!
"You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is." - Anne of Green Gables.
I am a middle class housewife, History geek, Versailles obsessive, Paris lover, historical fiction writer, Victorian Prostitute re-enactor, Art History graduate, committed vegetarian, GIN taster, curry lover and Pimms addict living in the deepest darkest West Country with my family.
I'm a member of the Whitechapel Society and London Historians and also a reviewer for the Historical Novel Society.
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The Secret Diary of a Princess
When I'm not being a vegan and daydreaming about cupcakes, knitting and marrying Aidan Turner, I am a writer!
My first book The Secret Diary of a Princess: a novel of Marie Antoinette, about the early life of Marie Antoinette and her transformation from a gawky Austrian princess to the fashionable, elegant Madame la Dauphine is OUT NOW and available to buy rather thrillingly as a Kindle book from Amazon UK or Amazon US.
Blood Sisters
My second novel, Blood Sisters was inspired by the stories of several intrepid, courageous and amazing women who lived through the upheaval of the French Revolution, in particular the Princesse Joseph de Monaco, Emilie de Saint-Amaranthe, Princesse Rosalie Lubomirska and Lucile Desmoulins, all of whom followed very different destinies.’
‘The French Revolution was a period of political upheaval, and of terrifying and appalling violence. I wanted to interweave that political background with my story so my heroines weren’t just passively sitting at home waiting for men to do everything, but getting out there and making history themselves.’
Blood Sisters is an historical epic with a romantic, adventurous edge, and out now for Kindle from Amazon US and Amazon UK.
Before the Storm
My third novel of POSH DOOM and iniquity is a tale of passion, woe, betrayal and true love based on The Buccaneers by Edith Wharton and played against the glittering, exciting and yet often dangerous backdrop of Georgian London, Versailles and Revolutionary France.
'Lush, dreamy historical detail with a slightly punk rock aesthetic...'