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Monday, May 31, 2010

Interview of Author Lindsay Townsend

Today it's my pleasure to interview author Lindsay Townsend.

Latest Book: "A KNIGHT’S ENCHANTMENT"
Buy Link: http://www.lindsaytownsend.net/2008/04/knights-enchantment.html

BIO:
Lindsay lives in Yorkshire, England, where she was born, and started writing stories at an early age. Always a voracious reader, she took a degree in medieval history and worked in a library for a while, then began to write full-time after marriage.
Her first unpublished historical found her an agent and the second got a publisher in London interested. They wanted her to write with a modern setting, which she did – several romantic thrillers set in Greece, Italy or on Dartmoor in the English West Country - and enjoyed it, but historicals are really her first love. The books Lindsay is currently writing for Kensington are medievals, but she is also fascinated by the ancient world, especially Rome, Egypt and the Bronze Age.
When not writing or researching her books, she enjoys walking, reading, cooking, music, going out with friends and long languid baths with scented candles (and perhaps chocolate).

Q: What’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book?
A: I went out and bought a bottle of sparkling wine to enjoy with my husband!

Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A: I enjoy writing the beginning and middle of any novel. I like those sections because I’m learning my people and they’re fresh and surprising me. It’s as if I’m opening a gift to myself.

Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you? Why?
A: I always find endings hard. It’s not so much the picking up and resolution of conflict or plot threads, or showing how my people have changed, but more the precise moment of when to write ‘the end’. I find saying goodbye to my characters difficult!

Q: Do all your heroes and all heroines look the same in your mind as you “head write”?
A: My heroes and heroines look very different in my mind as I write. I tend to picture them closely from the start and give them individual traits, habits of speech and dress and different secrets and goals so that they are all unique.

Q: You’re on a remote island with a handsome man, a computer, and a “mysterious” source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?
A: Explore the island with the handsome man (whom I would know and love.) Ensure we’ve shelter and food and that no animal or person is going to disturb us. Make love, swim, write and join in with whatever my handsome man wants to do. Try not to keep checking my email!

Q: Facebook, MySpace, Blogs, Chats, or Twitter. Which do you like best and why?
A: I like blogs and chats best. I like chats because they’re easy and friendly and blogs because they can be so entertaining, informative and beautiful. I enjoy photos and pictures on blogs and find them inspiring.

Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!

My website:
http://www.lindsaytownsend.net

My blogs:

http://www.lindsaytownsend.net

http://lindsaysromantics.blogspot.com

My publisher pages:
Kensington Zebra:

http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/catalog.cfm?dest=dir&linkid=2342&linkon=subsection

Siren-Bookstrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/lindsay-townsend

BLURB:
A beautiful alchemist and a valiant knight join forces to free their loved ones - and find an explosive passion...

Desperate to liberate her father who is being held prisoner by the corrupt Bishop Thomas, Joanna of Glastonbury must use her skills as an alchemist to produce an elixir for eternal life. Gold is a key ingredient, and while panning for its rare gleam, Joanna struggles to rescue a boy who is drowning - until a knight comes to her aid. When Joanna lays eyes on the handsome man, a scorching desire is sparked deep within her.

Hugh Manhill is captivated by Joanna's stunning beauty. When he and Joanna discover they share a mutual hatred of the Bishop, they devise a daring plan to save their imprisoned family members. Their common mission strengthens their undeniable bond. Soon, neither can resist their all-consuming passion as they risk all for love...



EXCERPT:


April 1210, England.

“You come now,” said the steward Richard Parvus, his blue-robed bulk filling the doorway.

Joanna tried to reason with him. “Sir, this distillation is almost complete and I should not leave it. I will come soon.”

“Come now,” the steward repeated, staring at a point in the windowless chamber somewhere above her head and refusing to look at her or the room-full of stills, glass and earthenware vessels, star-charts and burning candles. He could not stop breathing, however, and his wide nose wrinkled in distaste at the heady scent of rose petals.

“My lord loves rose water,” Joanna reminded him, but Parvus merely snapped his fingers at her as if she was a hunting dog.

“Now, girl! Leave this - wreck and make haste! Our lord would have you as a scribe in his audience chamber now and none of your puffer's nonsense will delay him!”

"I am no -" Joanna stopped, refusing to dignify the insult of "puffer" -meaning a fake alchemist - with a reply.

As for the rest, she could leave it. The fire and candle light were safe now. It was a small risk and making rose-water was scarcely part of the great work of alchemy, but she disliked obeying the steward, who was forever trying to peer up her skirts and bullied everyone in this grand, unhappy household, even its priests.

And where was her lord's regular scribe?

She slipped round him, closing the door after her and ran down the spiral staircase. Reaching the landing of the first floor of the tower, she stopped, listening for the slightest sound in the room beyond that strong oak door. To her dread, she could hear nothing.

“Boo!” said Parvus behind her, laughing as she flicked up her skirts and sped on, rushing down the second spiral flight of the great stone donjon. She did not stop to remonstrate with the steward. Knowing always what was at stake she was suddenly desperate for fresh air and natural light, for the freedom to leave her work bench and walk with her father by the river and in the city.

Oh, my father! Will I ever see you delivered from these terrible men?

She ran down the rest of the stairs, deliberately not looking at the weighted trap-door set in the flags of the ground floor. She ran straight past a guard and out into the yard, into a day of misty sun and drizzling rain.

Shouts and catcalls at once assailed her as the rowdy prisoners in the three wooden cages in the center of the yard roared out what they wanted to do to her. After two days of this, their lewd persistence wearied her and their imprisonment was another dread. What if her lord decided to place her father in with these rough rogues? How long would he survive in their company, in cages open to the rain and cold? And what of her lord's other 'special' prisoners, held captive with her father in the stone tower of the donjon? If they were moved to these outdoor cages, how would they fare?

“Good nature, protect them,” Joanna chanted breathlessly, taking the outdoor wooden steps to the great hall two at a time. Inside again, she mounted another stairway leading to the private audience chamber on the second floor and prepared to run again, then stopped.

Ahead of her were five guards surrounding a stranger who topped them all by half a head. Even as they marched away the stranger glanced back, gave her a curt nod and addressed the captain leading him.

“Your men will be returned once I leave through the main gate.”

“As agreed,” the captain replied, “though our lord will not be pleased by your plucking them off the streets of West Sarum like so many fallen apples.”

“That is no grief to me,” said the stranger. “How much further?”

He was a rude fellow, Joanna decided, coming up behind the troop. Trying to slip by again, as she had with the steward, she saw him closer and liked him less.

He looked a thing of fire to her. Dressed in a long red tunic, he was as high-colored and as lean as a single flame, moving with the swift agility of a salamander. His hewn features were as sharp as freshly-forged metal, his charcoal-black hair was ruthlessly hacked short and, even at this early hour of terce, his jaw prickled with fresh black stubble.

He was hot and dangerous, Joanna decided, wishing to be past him. If he had snatched hostages from her lord's entourage before this meeting, that did not bode well. Now she was about to be admitted into her master's presence, she had hoped to plead with him, to ask for more than a month to complete her sublimations. True alchemy was the secret work of years, not days. But her lord was impatient and, thanks to this bad-mannered, fiery stranger, he would be in an ill temper.

Gliding by the first guard, she was making progress overtaking the troop when the door at the top of the staircase crashed open and two of her lord’s unruly hunting dogs bounded toward them, tails up and teeth bared.

Not again! Joanna reached into the purse belted to her waist and plucked out a handful of her hand-made sweets, which the hounds, though bred to attack the boar and stag, adored. About to cast them to the noisy beasts, she heard the stranger shout “No!” and then whistle: three loud, sharp blasts. At once the great white alaunts became almost comically docile, lowering their heads and whining softly, their claws scratching softly against the floorboards as they milled close to the nervous, stiffened guards and the striding stranger.

Without breaking step he bent, scratched both their ears and throats, and scolded her, “Sweets spoil them, girl, do you not know that yet?”


Anything else you’d like to add?

Thank you to RBRU for allowing me to guest on their blog.

8 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

Beautiful cover and great excerpt, Lindsay - hope you have many happy sales. :)

Katalina Leon said...

HI Lindsay! I loved the except.
XXOO Kat

Gina Ardito said...

Sounds like a great read--adding this to my TBR list!

Carolyn Matkowsky said...

Great interview. You have an exotic life. Yorkshire sounds excitig. I love your book cover. The excerpt is wonderful. I'm putting your book on my to buy list.

Carolyn Matkowsky/Cara Marsi

Lindsay Townsend said...

Thanks, Tina!

Thanks, Katalina!

Thanks, Gina!

Thanks, Carolyn!

Much appreciated! I'm really excited and I do love the cover myself! I do hope you all enjoy it!

jean hart stewart said...

Great excerpt.....I love historicals, Jean

Renee Vincent said...

Yes, historicals are what I love to read. Adding this to my TBR list.

And I have to say that I actually cracked up laughing at your interview response about the man and computer on the island....when you said you'd try not to keep checking your emials. That was crack-up funny!

All the best,
Renee

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