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Thursday, May 2, 2013

Heroes and Villains 3 - 6 May 2013


Here we go, folks, with the Heroes and Villains Bank Holiday Blog Hop!

This one, for me, isn't quite so historically oriented. I do write a lot of other things, after all.

First - the Giveaway Competition!

I will give away a digital copy of AGAINST THE ODDS to two people who enter, between the dates of 3 and 6 May (draw to take place on the 7th).

To Enter

Please follow me on Twitter (@jackdawebooks), or like my Facebook page (sue.millard.9) or like my Jackdaw E Books page on Facebook, or if you have already done all those things then please follow this blog. Whichever you do, please leave a comment telling me that you're entering the giveaway competition.

I will contact you if you win and ask for your email so I can send the book. Please let me know whether you'd like MOBI format (Kindle), EPUB (Kobo/Sony) or a PDF. All I ask in return is that when you've read the book you leave a comment on the Amazon UK web site (UK), or the Amazon USA site if that's your location.

PLEASE check out the other participating blogs (links at the bottom of this post) because ALL of them are giving away something!

Heroes and Villains blog #21

I've read some authors who say their delight in villains is so great that they are the main motivation to write their books. I'm the opposite, I'm afraid! I have to start with a character I like, who becomes the heroine or hero.

A villain, or an antagonist, has to be introduced to give something for the main character to battle against, to create tension in the story. Of course that antagonist may not be an actual person. It may be pressure of work; the "horsemen" of famine, war, or disease; or even a political movement.

Coachman

In COACHMAN, George's first difficulty is that like many men (my husband included) his work is very strongly to do with who he is. Driving a four in hand to a road coach is such a big part of his life in terms of his physical energy, his working day and his devotion to it, that he finds it quite hard to cope with demanding personal relationships as well. He's left his family home in Cheshire and shifted around, pursuing ever better positions. He's in a profession where girls admire him as a glorious hero passing by each day. If he wants to take advantage of them they give him every encouragement, so he doesn't really need to settle down.

One of the stage coaching men of the period remarked that a driving man was actually better off without a wife,  though he added that it might be all very well if he could have two, enabling the tea things to be set out ready when he came home at each end of the road!

When George does get involved with a girl, however, the innate decency and kindness in his character make him unwilling to leave Lucy behind when he moves to London. These characteristics meet an even bigger challenge in Sarah Chaplin. She is as strong a symbol of the business side of early Victorian life as he is, and far less vulnerable because she is already rich and not devoted to the horses that George loves. She's fully aware, indeed tormented by her physical needs, but she wants to retain her power in the family business and not have to hand it over as most rich girls did on marriage. She pursues George because he is there, a part of her father's business, a handsome young man with some status on account of his skills - and it's only because her father is a powerful businessman and her mother an experienced manager that Sarah can't go as far with him as she would like! It's when her father dismisses George in order to keep her away from him that she becomes really unpleasant, writing letters that become more and more demanding and unpleasant as her frustration increases.

Against the Odds

In AGAINST THE ODDS, there's plenty of tension in just getting horses fit to compete in National Hunt races. There's friction between Sian and the other girls in the hostel at Green Bank, and between Sian and her abusive boyfriend Justin. When Sian escapes to work in another racing stable, she finds a better man to love; and then when she has recovered her confidence, she is responsible for thwarting one of Justin's criminal plans and helping her lover (and his horse) to succeed.

I had difficulty with finding the key to Justin as the villain of the piece, but eventually I decided he's selfish. What he wants is money and pleasure and he doesn't care if he hurts people in the process of getting them. He's trying to make a killing by race-fixing, betting against fancied horses and "nobbling" them before their races via bribery and threats to their handlers. He only stays in racing because that's the business he knows how to work for his own ends, and he's not going to stay in it for much longer.

I think after the end of the book he'll be heavily fined by a legal court and "warned-off" by the racing authorities. After that, he'll go into something flashy and non-horsy that has prospects for other criminal activity - like running a night club! And he just might pop up again as a minor character in a sequel... I haven't yet made up my mind.

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Victorian Historical Novel - COACHMAN - http://www.jackdawebooks.co.uk/coachman.htm

"K M Peyton meets Malcolm MacDonald."

Good-looking and ambitious George Davenport travels to London with his bride Lucy, determined to make the most of his skill in driving a four-in-hand of horses. It’s 1838. Queen Victoria is crowned, and England is at peace, but it isn't a good time to be a coachman.

As George finds employment with William Chaplin, the “Napoleon of coaching”, the first railways are about to open across the country. Their competition will kill off the road-coaching trade. George loves both his work and his wife, so he has a lot to come to terms with… even before the boss’s daughter starts to stalk him.

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Heroes and Villains blog hop participants

 Please visit - there are goodies available on all links! 


    Nyki Blatchley http://nyki-blatchley.blogspot.co.uk/

    Martin Bolton http://boltonthewriter.wordpress.com

    Mike Cooley http://mikecooleyfiction.com

    Karin Cox http://karincox.wordpress.com/

    Jolea M Harrison http://jm-harrison.com/

    Tinney Sue Heath http://historicalfictionresearch.blogspot.co.uk

    Eleni Konstanine  http://eleni-konstantine.blogspot.co.uk

    K. Scott Lewis http://www.innerworldsfiction.com/

    Kyle Lewis http://hierath.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/heroes-and-villains-blog-hop/

    Paula Lofting http://paulalofting-sonsofthewolf.blogspot.com

    Liz Long http://lizclong.com/

    Peter Lukes http://www.peterlukes.blogspot.co.uk/

    Mark McClelland http://www.uploadthenovel.com/

    M. Edward McNally http://sablecity.wordpress.com

    Sue Millard http://suemillard.blogspot.co.uk

    Rhiannon Douglas http://www.rhiannondouglas.com

    Ginger Myrick http://gingermyrick.com

    David Pilling http://pillingswritingcorner.blogspot.co.uk

    Kim Rendfeld http://kimrendfeld.wordpress.com

    Terry L Smith http://tlsmith-sfauthor.blogspot.co.uk

    Tara West http://tarawestauthor.wordpress.com

    Keith Yatsuhashi https://kmyatsuhashi.wordpress.com/

      Monday, April 29, 2013

      Coming soon - Heroes and Villains

      Bank Holiday Blog hop

      Advance warning! Here are some Blogs to visit where you'll find interesting articles and giveaways over the May bank holiday. I'll have an article and a book giveaway competition for you here on Friday.

        Heroes and Villains blog hop participants

         Please visit - there are goodies available on all links! 

          1 Nyki Blatchley http://nyki-blatchley.blogspot.co.uk/
          2 Martin Bolton http://boltonthewriter.wordpress.com
          3 Debra Brown http://authordebrabrown.blogspot.co.uk
          4 Adrian Chamberlin http://www.archivesofpain.com/
          5 Mike Cooley http://mikecooleyfiction.com
          6 Karin Cox http://karincox.wordpress.com/
          7 Joanna Fay http://joannafay.me/
          8 Peter B Forster http://www.peterbforster.com/
          9 Ron Fritsch http://promisedvalley.com
          10 Mai Griffin http://www.maiwriting.com/mai/
          11 Joanne Hall http://hierath.wordpress.com
          12 Jolea M Harrison http://jm-harrison.com/
          13 Tinney Sue Heath http://historicalfictionresearch.blogspot.co.uk
          14 Eleni Konstanine  http://eleni-konstantine.blogspot.co.uk
          15 K. Scott Lewis http://www.innerworldsfiction.com/
          16 Paula Lofting http://paulalofting-sonsofthewolf.blogspot.co.uk/
          17 Liz Long http://lizclong.com/
          18 Peter Lukes http://www.peterlukes.blogspot.co.uk/
          19 Mark McClelland http://www.uploadthenovel.com/
          20 M. Edward McNally http://sablecity.wordpress.com
          21 Sue Millard http://suemillard.blogspot.co.uk
          22 Rhiannon Douglas http://www.rhiannondouglas.com
          23 Ginger Myrick http://gingermyrick.com
          24 David Pilling http://pillingswritingcorner.blogspot.co.uk
          25 E M Powell http://www.empowell.blogspot.co.uk/
          26 Kim Rendfeld http://kimrendfeld.wordpress.com
          27 Terry L Smith http://tlsmith-sfauthor.blogspot.co.uk
          28 Tara West http://tarawestauthor.wordpress.com
          29 Keith Yatsuhashi https://kmyatsuhashi.wordpress.com/
          29 Adrian Chamberlin http://www.archivesofpain.com/heroesandvillains.html

          Sue's Victorian Historical Novel can be discovered here - COACHMAN - http://www.jackdawebooks.co.uk/coachman.htm

          "K M Peyton meets Malcolm MacDonald."

          Good-looking and ambitious George Davenport travels to London with his bride Lucy, determined to make the most of his skill in driving a four-in-hand of horses. It’s 1838. Queen Victoria is crowned, and England is at peace, but it isn't a good time to be a coachman.

          As George finds employment with William Chaplin, the “Napoleon of coaching”, the first railways are about to open across the country. Their competition will kill off the road-coaching trade. George loves both his work and his wife, so he has a lot to come to terms with… even before the boss’s daughter starts to stalk him.



          Friday, April 19, 2013

          Contemporary Novelists' 4 day Book Fair

          "This is a Book Fair for authors and readers who love contemporary romances, chick-lit, romantic suspense novels, family sagas or lovely tales of village/town life with a touch of romance."


          Sue Millard Fails to Interview Nora Forthright


          Now then, writer person. It's a middlin' sort of day. Are ye well?

          Ah'm a bit flustered-like, thinkin' ye might expect me t'be wearin' spike heels like them in't photograph. Well, ye'll never catch a sheep in a dippin' pen if yer teeterin' about on stilts like them. Ruin yer feet too. Be warned, Ah'm built for comfort an' so are me shoes.

          Well, Ah dun't know whether yon book of thine would count as "lovely village life" but Ah've got family all reet and since ye've writ about 'em people can read about 'em if ye like. Now Ah've got taties to scrub, so if ye'll excuse me....


          Nothing ever happens in an English country town ... does it? Nora Forthright and her grandson Wayne stumble through the fictional Cumbrian towns of Dangleby and Pullet St Mary, putting things right entirely by accident.
          GENRE: Comedy / cosy crime.
          Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9573612-3-2
          £6.99
          Kindle ASIN: B0099RQNLU :: ISBN: 978-0-9573612-2-5
          £2.56

          Jackdaw E Books Ltd

           Extract  from "The Forthright Saga"

          A dark-haired fat boy and a thin ginger one crouched in the bottom of a beech hedge beside the garden wall of The Grange. It made a good base camp for war games outside in the lane, and for pirate raids into the garden itself.
          “C’mon, Wayne,” wheedled the fat boy. “That Mrs Station leaves the kitchen door open. When she goes out to nag the gardener, we could nip in, easy.”
          “Aw, Zak! She’d come in an’ catch us.”
          “No she wouldn’t,” Zak said scornfully. “She’s one of them twig women. She’d scream and run for help.”
          “Yeah, and she’d fetch him, that gardener.”
          Last summer, Captain Zak had urged various Pirate Crews over that wall in raids for raspberries, peas and ripening apples. The Crews had all been young, skinny and quick, and Ernie, who had been the gardener there for many years, was none of those things. Unfortunately when Ernie retired the situation changed. The new gardener was also skinny and quick and he worked far more hours than Zak thought was fair. The garden was dug and manured, the plants sprouted in pots and under cloches, the fruit trees were neatly pruned and the raspberry canes had been cleared of everything but their last summer’s growth. Zak hugged his denimed knees among the slender buds of the hedge, and resigned himself to the fact that it wasn’t yet worth sending his new Crew plundering.
          His previous Pirate Crews had long since mutinied to play elsewhere, and the choice of accomplices was becoming limited. He’d picked Wayne mainly because he was a new boy to the school. Being ginger-haired Wayne was easy to ridicule, and he was skinny and quick all right, but he wasn’t anywhere near as biddable as he should have been.
          “Dun’t be such a mardy-arse,” said Zak. “It wouldn’t hurt to have a look indoors. They’re rich, ain’t they? Look at that fancy lamp thing they put up. Dad says it must’ve cost a fortune.” The copper and etched-glass lantern over the front door had been a talking point for a week. “There might be summat. Big cars, locked gates, stands to reason they’ll have things we can nick.”
          Wayne wriggled. His Dad was Nora Forthright’s son, Dangleby born and bred, so in the back of his mind, he could hear the tones that his Grannie Nora would use if she found out he’d been stealing. Not the words; he could never predict what she would actually say. While it seemed scrumping had been all right in her own childhood, she’d tut-tutted and frowned theatrically behind those silly old-fashioned glasses when he tried to top her stories with Zak’s Pirate invasions at The Grange. As for stealing, real stealing from inside somebody’s house – oh no, he knew the shrill voice she’d use and his Dad’s hard hand that would follow, and he wasn’t keen on risking either of them.
          “That gardener can run faster’n me, so he’d catch you no trouble. And there’s cameras.”
          “Them things don’t work,” said Zak, ignoring the slur on his running speed. “Me dad says they’re just dummies. We could nip in after school. I bet they don’t turn ’em on until it goes dark anyway.”
          Wayne frowned over this; something didn’t quite make sense.
          “Grannie Nora thinks they’re real,” he said. “I’d rather play Spiderman.”
          Spiderman was a simple game to see who could climb highest in the local trees. It was one of the few challenges where Wayne’s slighter frame was likely to overcome Zak’s bulk, so Zak ignored the suggestion.
          “We should come at a weekend. We’d have plenty of time then.”
          Wayne sighed and abandoned Spiderman. “I’m not missin’ footie practice on Sat’dy.”
          “Sunday then,” said Zak, knowing that Wayne had never yet been chosen to play for the team.
          “I got jobs to do for Grannie Nora on Sunday. And the gardener might be here.”
          “He won’t be workin’ Sunday,” said Zak scornfully. “Just cos your Dad works Sundays, don’t mean wussy Alan does.”
          “Well what about Mr Station? I bet he’s home at a weekend. I’m not gettin’ anywhere near him – not with a name like Slogger.”
          “That’s only cos he plays cricket. You wouldn’t know him. You weren’t here last summer.”
          “Wi’ that big black car, I bet he’s a drug dealer,” said Wayne, his voice rising in desperation. “That’s why he’s got all them cameras. I bet that gardener’s a drug dealer too.”
          “Him? He’s not a drug dealer, he wouldn’t need to do gardening if he was. He’s that skinny I bet he sniffs coke. Bet Slogger Station pays him in coke an’ that’s why he’s always so wired.”
          This worldly wisdom fascinated and confused Wayne so much that curiosity overcame his fears. “You don’t smell coke, dummy, you drink it. Or else it’s that black stuff Grannie Nora puts in the stove to burn.”
          “You sniff it up your nose,” said Zak.
          “You do not.”
          “Do. Darren’s big sister Jade says.”
          Wayne thought about it for a moment. “That’s weird. You’d drown.”
          “It’s not a drink, dummy. It’s like a powder. Darren says it tastes funny. Jade told him she’d lock hers up if he tried it again.”
          “Does it taste like Space Dust?”
          “Yeah,” said Zak with certainty. “I suppose it fizzes more if you put it up your nose.” After a moment he said, “I got 50p, let’s ga down the Post Office and get some.” 



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