One of the hardest things for me as an author to answer is when someone says to me, “tell me why should I read your book?”
Um…
That’s so difficult. After all, ‘well I love it,” is not a good enough reply.
Of course I do. I wrote it, and it would be a sad state of affairs if I didn’t.
You see each story is my latest baby. Nurtured for however long in my mind, committed to type, but at that point, for however long it takes, only for my eyes. Eventually, after a lot of rewriting, heart searching and nail biting, it’s shared with my editor. Who, if she likes it as much as I do, helps it to grow up enough to be let out into the big wide world.
And then gulp it’s ready for anyone else to read.
If they want to.
Which brings me back to the knotty question.
Why should you, the reader, chose my story to read?
I could say, well the scenery I describe isn’t half bad…
The whisky isn’t either…
And, you don’t get the midges.I could add that there’s a hot bod hero, and a kick ass heroine who are depicted perfectly on the cover.
And I could say, well wouldn’t you want to know what was going on when someone takes your identity and uses it as their own?
All of which is part and parcel of this story.
You see I love setting books in places I know well, and love. Okay I admit that I don’t love midges and in the part of Scotland this book is set they really are a pain in the neck. And arms, legs and any other part of the body not covered up by sunset from June to September.
(Shh don’t tell everyone, but that is the Trossachs, a beautiful, and not that well known area within easy driving distance of the central belt. Glasgow and Edinburgh.)
Midges apart, it’s so good to be able to say with certainty that a mountain, or loch is where you say it is. That if you go into a certain city, there is a cathedral or castle, and a town is north of another town. That if I close my eyes I can picture where I’m writing about and know no one can have moved the countryside.
Okay, I can make up villages as well as the next person, and move the odd house around so no unsuspecting home owner is surprised by someone asking to see the bedroom where…
But the proper area? It’s as it should be.
I get a lovely warm feeling (yes I am a sap) to show my readers the places I love through the eyes of my characters. And I love writing a story which, I hope, grabs people’s attention.
A love story with enough going on that you wonder…
Will they ever get their happy ever after?
Blurb for Taken Identity:
If someone steals your identity and marries a sex god and that sex god husband shows up at your door…do you get to keep him?
Jules has no memory of marrying a sex god—and no woman is that forgetful.
When the devastatingly handsome Gray turns up on her doorstep looking for his wife, and calling said wife by Jules name, Jules wondered briefly if she’d landed in an alternative universe. She knows she’s not his wife, and so does he. But apparently someone with her name and history is.
Is it a case of coincidence or did his missing wife ‘borrow’ Jules’ life?
Even though the dominant Gray sends her knickers aflame with just one look, with a missing wife in the equation, Jules knows there’s no chance of finding out what else he could achieve.
There’s only one thing to do—unravel the mystery and try and keep their hands off each other in the meantime. The first may well prove far easier than the latter.
About Raven McAllan:
A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
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