Author Spotlights by Jenny

{June 11, 2009}  

Jenny: Hi, Margaret. Why don’t you introduce yourself and tell us a little about you.


Hi Jenny thanks for having me here.

I am pretty ordinary really, but my husband calls me a drama queen, all lies of course, no one could be calmer than me, except when I have a bad hair day.  I am married with three grown up sons.  I live in Melbourne Australia’s second largest city. I call myself a writer of historical romantic adventure stories, but for today I am going to showcase my only, so far, published contemporary romance called Holly and the Millionaire from The Wild Rose Press.

Jenny: What inspired you to write your first romance?


When my children were young hubby worked night shift, so I started reading romance novels to fill in time in the evenings, and as I have always loved writing short stories, I decided I could write a romance, so 8 published novels later, and a few others on the go, I think I now qualify to be called a romance writer.

Jenny: What’s currently on your iPod/mp3/player/cd?


Sorry but I’m a mental pygmy when it comes to electronic stuff and I hate to admit this, but I don’t have any of the above, except for a CD player which I never use, so hubby plays his favourite songs on it.

Jenny: Describe a typical (not typical) writing day?


I work 4 days a week as a Medical Audio-Typist, so I usually check my e-mails in the morning and the evenings.   I mainly write on the weekends, but I always carry a notebook and as I travel to work by train, as I often think of things and jot them down. Wouldn’t want to forget a good plot line.

Jenny: what’s the one question no one ever asks that you wish they would?


Where can I buy a million copies of each of your books?

Jenny: What’s your favourite setting from one of your novels?


The 1st World War battlefields in France and Belgium, from my Whiskey Creek Press Novel, Devil’s Ridge and my The Wild Rose Press novel, Shattered Dreams.

Jenny: What do you think makes the ideal heroine/hero?


I think courage and integrity, without that you characters would be very unappealing and wishy-washy.

Jenny: What are you working on at the moment?


I am working on, that is revising a manuscript called ‘Storm Girl.’  It is set in the 1880’s. The hero thinks the heroine is on her way to work at a prestigious bordello, when she stumbles into his house during a storm. She has amnesia.  He takes her to his bed only to discover when it is too late, that she is a virgin, so he sets about turning her into the kind of women every man dreams of.  When he discovers who she is he is horrified, because she is the daughter of his mortal enemy.  By this time she is pregnant, and he does the honourable thing and marries her. Lots of twists and turns and dangerous encounters before he comes to realise that he loves his wife, but by that time he has banished her from his life and boy, does he have to work hard to get her back. Even laying his life on the line.

Jenny: Which comes first, the plot or the characters?


The plot. I have a vague idea about what I am going to write about, then the characters jump into my head and take over.

Jenny: Any new releases come up?


Yes, in February 2010 Wild Oats will be released by TWRP.  It is the prequel to The Trouble With Playboys.

You can see more of Margaret at her website:

Read on for a tantalizing excerpt from Tanner’s bestseller, Holly and the Millionare…..


Fleeing from her ruthless English in-laws who are intent on stealing her child, Holly Kirwan boards a flight home to Australia and meets Justin Devereux. They are instantly attracted to each other.

Justin doesn’t want a permanent woman in his life, particularly one with a baby in tow. Holly, still grieving for her soldier husband who was killed in Iraq, doesn’t want to be disloyal to his memory.

Can the young widow and the commitment shy tycoon ever find happiness together?


Justin Devereux fumed as he strode on board the aircraft. Heads would roll over this debacle. If he hadn’t needed to get out of England so urgently, he would have waited for another flight. To hell with the risk of being grounded by a blizzard.

He showed his ticket to the flight attendant. He hadn’t flown in economy class for years, wouldn’t be doing it today either if he had any say in the matter.

“I’m so sorry about this mix-up, Mr. Devereux. The airline did everything it could to get you a last minute business-class seat, but like first class, it was booked out.”

Well, you didn’t try hard enough, he nearly said, but bit back the angry words. It wasn’t the flight attendant’s fault that his booking still floated around in cyberspace.

“We were able to get you an aisle seat near the front.”

“Thank goodness for that at least.”

On being shown to his seat, he took off his cashmere coat, folded it neatly and stowed it in the overhead locker. If he had even an ounce of luck, the seat beside him would remain empty, but he wouldn’t take bets on it. Setting his briefcase on the floor, he rested his laptop on the vacant seat. What a shocking few hours it had been.

At least it was a little more spacious here. He couldn’t understand why there was extra leg space and only one other seat when there would be normally at least three, sometimes four seats, jammed together.

Closing his eyes, he thought back on the last twenty-four hours. He didn’t care about Deanna dumping him for Simon as their relationship had just about run its course. Running off with millions of dollars of his employees’ pension funds? Now that was something else. Despicable and criminal, and they did it in such a way the blame fell on him. He was ruthless. He had to be to claw his way to the top of the business world, but he had always acted with integrity. There were only two choices in the short term. Risk tarnishing his good business reputation or discreetly pay the money back. He chose the latter.

I’ll hound them to the ends of the earth; I don’t care how long it takes. No one cheats Justin Devereux and gets away with it.

“Hell,” he yelped as something hard and sharp rammed into his groin. His eyes flew open. God, someone was trying to castrate him.

“S-sorry,” the wavering female voice said.

Justin looked up into a pair of blue eyes that were swimming in tears.

“Here, let me help,” he growled, pushing the weapon away from his crotch and handing it back to her. It was a wonder they let her bring the thing on board. She took the folded-up baby stroller but dropped a large pink bag onto his foot. Where were the attendants when you needed them? This was definitely going to be the flight from hell.


Hi Jenny,
Thanks for having me here on your author spotlights. I enjoyed the interview.

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