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Building Character, On Writing

Meet Becca Gates of Your Secret’s Safe With Me

Rosie Travers is the next author to appear in what I call my Building Character series, in which I invite authors to write about an important character in their novel. In this post, the character is Becca Gates from Rosie’s novel, Your Secret’s Safe With Me, which had a Feb. 18 release. This is the second book for this UK author.

She describes her character this way: “Everything Becca does is ‘sensible’ and controlled.” I get the feeling things are going to change. Here, I will let Rosie tell you all about her.

Who is your character?

My character is Becca Gates, age 39, single, works as a Personal Assistant and Editor to her mother IMG_0076 (1)Pearl, a best-selling romantic novelist.

What does he/she look like?

Becca is 5’ 6, slightly heavier than she wants to be, shoulder length mid-brown hair. She dresses ‘sensibly’, wears subdued coloured clothing, practical shoes. Everything Becca does is ‘sensible’ and controlled.  She is the antithesis of her mother.

What is your character’s back story?

Becca’s father was killed in a motorbike accident when she was a baby. She and Pearl were on their own for several years before Pearl met and married Dieter, husband number two. Becca was eighteen, studying at finishing school in Switzerland when Pearl and Dieter embarked on a bitter divorce just as baby Freddy arrived on the scene. Becca was recalled to London to help out and has been in charge ever since. She once thought she’d found her soul-mate in policeman Nick, but he broke her heart when he jilted her at the altar.  Managing Pearl’s writing career has taken precedence ever since.

What is your character’s role in your novel?

Your Secret’s Safe with Me is a story about the intricacies of family relationships and the consequences of keeping secrets.

Becca is the lead protagonist and faces the dilemma of family loyalty versus independence.

When Pearl announces she is about to get married for the third time to Jack, a man she has only just met, Becca is determined to prevent her mother from making another disastrous mistake. Pearl is equally as adamant the wedding will go ahead, further insisting she intends to quit writing and retire to Rivermede, Jack’s idyllic home on the coast.  This immediately causes conflict between the two women. Becca doesn’t want to up-rooted from her home and she certainly doesn’t want her mother’s career and subsequently her own livelihood to end.

All families have taboos and Becca, Pearl and Freddy, along with new fiancé Jack, have plenty to hide from each other and those around them.  At first Becca struggles to adapt to her new surroundings and situation, but gradually, as a new career opportunity unexpectedly comes her way, she realises this is her chance to break out of the cycle of co-dependency within the family and forge a new life for herself. However, her plans stall at the first hurdle when she encounters an unwelcome face from her past, and receives a grim warning that Rivermede is not the calm, safe haven it seems to be.  Becca takes on the pivotal role in protecting her family from danger, but in doing so, she has to risk exposing an awful lot of secrets.

Why should readers care about this character?

Becca is intelligent and self-effacing but her past heartbreak makes her very vulnerable. She has made a lot of sacrifices to ensure Pearl’s career flourishes and to provide stability for Freddy but in doing so has created her own personal comfort zone. As the strings that bind Becca to Pearl and Freddy begin to unravel and the family dynamic begins to change, the threat of danger awakens Becca’s hitherto hidden powers of resilience and tenacity.

I’m hoping readers will be rooting for the new, improved, Becca, to pull through.

Give a brief excerpt featuring your character.

‘I don’t know why you’re making such a fuss about it.’ Freddy yawned as he spoke, and his words, like his arms, stretched towards the ceiling. ‘Maybe this’ll be third time lucky. Don’t you want her to be happy?’

‘You think this toy boy will make her happy? I’ve Googled this Jack Robshaw character, look, Freddy, look at him.’ I held out my phone, thrusting the screen into his face. ‘A former world championship powerboat racer? Twenty years her junior. Is that what you want for a step-father?’

Pearl’s phone call had left me shell-shocked. How could she do it again?  I’d fended off palpitations with deep breathing exercises, whale songs and a mug of camomile tea, but it had been impossible to get back to sleep. I’d called Freddy first thing to impart the news and he’d very reluctantly agreed to meet me for lunch to plan a campaign strategy. His lack of concern was demoralising. He could hardly keep his eyes open despite a second coffee.

‘I am not going to let her make another disastrous marriage,’  I continued. ‘I can’t bear the thought of another gold-digger like Dieter coming into our lives. This guy is hardly her type, is he.’

‘Who knows what Pearl’s type is?’ Freddy replied, brushing my phone away. ‘She’s had her fair share of oddballs over the years.’

This was true, although luckily none of them had hung around for very long, least of all Dieter, the last husband. The aftermath of Pearl’s catastrophic second marriage had heralded a horrendous period in our lives. Freddy, now age twenty-one and struggling through his final year of an art degree, was the one positive to come out of the whole sorry episode. At least Pear had now reached the age when childbearing was no longer an option.

She referred to Dieter as her cloud, and Freddy our silver lining. I’d been a teenager at the time, unaware of the financial implications of my mother’s messy divorce. Now I was an adult, and very conscious of the consequences. Jack Robshaw wasn’t so much a cloud as a potential thunderstorm.

Brief Synopsis

Career Girl Becca Gates’ organised life is thrown into chaos when her mother, romantic novelist Pearl, announces her surprise engagement to Jack, a man she has only just met.

Becca reluctantly follows Pearl to Rivermede, Jack’s home in an affluent sailing community on the south coast of England, where she encounters an unwelcome face from her past. She receives a grim warning that all is not as calm as it seems at picturesque Rivermede and her family are in grave danger. But why should Becca trust the man who has betrayed her before, the man who broke her heart, the man who thinks he knows all her secrets?

Rosie Travers Bio

I grew up on the south coast of England and after initially training as a secretary I juggled a career in local government with raising my family. I moved to Southern California with my husband in 2009 and began a blog about life as an ex-pat wife which re-kindled a teenage desire to become a writer. On my return to the UK I took a part-time course in creative writing and following some success in short story competitions, I joined the Romantic Novelists Association New Writers’ Scheme. My debut novel, The Theatre of Dreams, was accepted for publication by Crooked Cat Books and officially launched on in August 2018. My second book, Your Secret’s Safe With Me, was published on 18 February 2019.

Universal buying links:

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mybook.to/theatreofdreams

Website: www.rosietravers.com

Twitter @RosieTravers

Facebook:www.facebook.com/rosietraversauthor

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Checking the Traps, Isabel Long Mystery Series

Paperback fans: Checking the Traps Is Ready

Here is some exciting news for those who like to read books the old-fashioned way: the paperback version of Checking the Traps is now available. That’s also exciting news for me as this is the third book in my Isabel Long Mystery Series. I will cut to the chase. Price is $10.99/£6.99. Here is the link to buy it: mybook.to/checkingthetraps

Most of the sales for my publisher, Crooked Cat Books, comes from eBooks. Based in Europe, its authors and market are global. (By the way, Kindle fans can pre-order Checking the Traps using the same link above. The book will pop into your device on March 22.)

But I will be honest though. I prefer touching paper when I read a book. I spend so much time staring at a computer screen for my writing and editing work. My eyes enjoy the change. (I also enjoy collecting books in hard copy — first editions that I tend to find at bargain prices in the most unlikely places.)

Anyway, here’s a blurb about the Checking the Traps that appears on the back cover:

Isabel Long is a bit banged up from her last case with a broken collarbone and her arm in a sling. But that doesn’t stop her from pouring beer at the Rooster Bar or taking her third case with Gary Beaumont, a local drug dealer who once terrorized her. Gary is convinced his brother didn’t jump off a bridge known for suicides. Somebody pushed him.

Gary’s brother was a boozer who drove for a highway crew. But what interests Isabel and her ‘Watson’ — her 93-year-old mother who lives with her — is that the man wrote poetry.

The chief suspects are one of Gary’s business associates and a famous poet who plagiarized his brother’s poetry for an award-winning book. Yes, he was that good.

As a journalist, Isabel did regular meetups with her sources for stories. She called it checking the traps. She does the same as a private investigator, and this time, she’ll make sure she doesn’t get caught in one.

Those who have read the first two in this series will find many of my favorite characters return with this one, such the feral Beaumont brothers from the second book. Then, there’s Jack, Isabel’s love interest and the owner of the Rooster Bar, plus the Old Farts, those nosy old men in the general store’s backroom, and those rough-and-tumble cousins, Marsha and Annette.

But I’ve dreamed up several new characters for this one, including a character Isabel calls the Big Shot Poet. I even made him a suspect.

Interested? Then get thee to Amazon.

 

 

 

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Looking Back: I Should Have Said Hello

I found this post from 2 1/2 years ago when I was searching through this website’s archives. Here, I wrote about a lesson I learned about race as a young child, one that certainly has influenced me as an adult. Given what is happening in the news these days, I wanted to share it again.

I don’t have many regrets in my life. I can think of a few things I’ve thrown away I wish I still owned, but no biggies there. There’s some stupid stuff I’ve said. I will admit, also, to mistakes I’ve made with relationships. The one experience that bugs me, likely prompted by the news these days, happened when I was a child.

I was eight or nine, perhaps, and a Brownie Scout. That’s a picture of me above, looking awfully skinny in my uniform. One year, I found out I could go to a day camp for free if I sold enough Girl Scout cookies. My enthusiastic parents, especially my Dad, went into full gear, hitting up the people they knew. They sold enough, so I could go.

It was my first experience away from home and school. I didn’t know any of the girls, but as the week went on, I got close to one. I will also note she was Black, which shouldn’t make any difference, but it does later in this story. We did the activities and ate lunch together. We acted like the silly, little girls we were.

Later that summer, I was with my mother and sisters shopping in downtown New Bedford — a lively strip then of department and other stores during those pre-mall days. We were walking along the sidewalk when I spotted my camper friend and her mother.

I remember the girl was happy when she recognized me. But what did I do? I passed by and pretended I didn’t know her. I recall distinctly she asked her mother why I didn’t say hello. I didn’t hear her response.

I knew then I did wrong. I should have said hello. I should have told my mother we went to camp together.

But I didn’t. And I wish I had.

Yes, I was a shy girl then. (That might surprise some folks who know me now, but I worked on it.) I lived a sheltered life in a small town. Also, being fully Portuguese, I am more brown than white. It was the fifties. But still… I ponder today what stopped me then from doing what should have been a natural thing.

Compared to what is happening now, my snub may seem rather small. But I believe it’s one of those lessons I had as a kid that has helped shape me as an adult. When it comes to my fellow human beings, I try to look for common denominators. I want to know about our different experiences. Certainly, living in big cities, small towns, and in multicultural Northern New Mexico has given me numerous opportunities.

But when it comes to that little girl, I honestly wish for a do-over, but sadly that’s not possible. Lesson learned.

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On Writing

Meet Sulley Ridge of This Strange Hell

C.J. Sutton, an Australian author, is the next to appear in a new series I call Building Character. But instead of writing about a character from his new book, This Strange Hell, C.J. decided to answer the questions for a setting. Well, why not.

By the way, This Strange Hell has an official launch date of March 15. This is the link to pre-order:  mybook.to/thisstrangehellProfile - Copy

Here C.J. delves into the book’s key location—Sulley Ridge.

Who is your setting?

Sulley Ridge is a fictional town located in the harsh Victorian outback in Australia. The town stands as one of the most important characters in This Strange Hell due to its importance in the story. Surrounded by eucalyptus trees and with a backdrop of the mountain ranges, the scene looks like a setting for the perfect weekend drive. But at the heart of the town there’s anarchy and decay. Ruled by a violent gang and classified as a lawless town due to a lack of stationed authority, Sulley Ridge is slowly rotting despite its resilient citizens hoping for change. Schools have been shut down, the clinic is an abandoned shack and no children now live in the district. Will this ever change?

Sulley Ridge is first presented as a hideout for a character on the run. But he soon realises that this faraway land is searing with pain…

What does it look like?

Located on the outskirts of a mountain range, Sulley Ridge has one main street with a general store, hardware store, newsagency and a pub. Citizens live just outside this strip in old homes with vast land for farming and crops. Eucalyptus trees line the streets and border the town, and car parts are frequently seen on the side of the road. The town has abandoned shopfronts due to the mass exodus from years prior, and looks like the setting of an old western.

What is the backstory?

Sulley Ridge was once a quiet town no different to a dozen others in the outback. Children attended school, locals farmed, and passersby entered the pub for a drink and a gamble. This all changed when a gang showed up offering locals an opportunity for more coin. Once the betting escalated into fight clubs, prostitution and drugs, women left with their children and the local police were brutalised. Sulley Ridge became a lawless town, attracting the worst kind of men. One night, when the local officer caught the gang leader with a sixteen-year-old girl, he used force to make a point. The following morning the officer was found dead in his front yard, ripped in half after being strapped to two cars that drove in the opposite direction. Officers left after that, as did many women with their children. The town is haunted by its past.

What is its role in your novel?

The main character, known only as the man, flees to Sulley Ridge to escape public scrutiny after tragedy in Melbourne. With his face all over the news, Sulley Ridge becomes the ideal hiding place for a man wanting to disappear. Sulley Ridge is the last place anyone will look, and the locals care not for outside politics; their own issues are too complex. As we learn more about its history and the present state of civil war, Sulley Ridge becomes the key piece on the board.

Why should readers care?

Sulley Ridge is slowly decaying. There are no children or authority, no doctors or schools, just people who are too scared to leave. Could this happen to an outback town in reality? Definitely.

A brief excerpt:

The narrow road opened slightly, becoming two lanes that snaked through a street lined by one-storey outlets. A general corner store, newsagency, abandoned café and hardware store were shut, the typical red CLOSED sign dangling from the door knob. Leaves blew through the street like citizens basking in the lack of humanity, but soon voices could be heard up ahead. A carpark was nestled alongside The Ginger Bastard, a pub with wooden logs stacked out front in a pyramid. A teenage boy was seated atop the triangular structure, smoking a thick cigarette and carving letters into the wood. His head shot up when the man’s footsteps became signals of approach.

A brief synopsis: 

A suited man runs from a burning tower in Melbourne as bodies rain down upon him.

Before the city’s millions can compose, he boards a train into the countryside. Hiding his identity and changing his appearance, the man finds his way to Sulley Ridge, a lawless town in the heart of the harsh Victorian outback.

The following day, a burned man wakes up in a hospital bed. Surging with rage, he speaks a name. Within an hour, the suited man’s face is across every screen in the country. It’s the greatest manhunt Australia has ever seen.

But as he tries to camouflage in Sulley Ridge, he soon realises the town has its own problems. Under the iron fist of a violent leader, the locals are trapped within slow and torturous decay…

As we learn more about the night of the burning tower, the connection between the suited man and the burned man threatens to leave a trail of destruction across the state.

Here is the story of a man on the run from his past, as the line between sanity and evil is danced upon.

Here is the tale of This Strange Hell.

 Here’s how to find C.J. Sutton on social media:

http://www.cjsutton-author.com/

https://www.facebook.com/cjsutton.author

https://twitter.com/c_j_sutton

https://www.instagram.com/c.j.sutton/

 

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Checking the Traps, Isabel Long Mystery Series

Checking the Traps: How It Begins

In case you missed the Feb. 5 announcement, fans of my Isabel Long Mystery Series are able to pre-order the third book, Checking the Traps. Click on a box in Amazon, and March 22, the book will pop into your Kindle or other device. (Paperback fans: an announcement will happen soon.) Here’s the link for both: mybook.to/checkingthetraps 

First, a heart-felt thanks to anyone who pre-ordered the Checking the Traps. Now, let me interest those who haven’t with this blurb:

Isabel Long is banged up from her last case with a broken collarbone and her arm in a sling. But that doesn’t stop her from pouring beer at the Rooster Bar or taking her third case with Gary Beaumont, a local drug dealer, who once terrorized her. Gary is convinced his half-brother, Cary Moore, didn’t jump off a bridge known as a suicide spot. Somebody pushed him. 

Cary was a boozer who drove for a highway crew. But what interests Isabel and her ‘Watson’ — her 93-year-old mother who lives with her — is that the man wrote poetry.

The chief suspects are one of Gary’s business associates and a famous poet who plagiarized his half-brother’s poetry for an award-winning book. Yes, he was that good.

As a journalist, Isabel did regular meetups with her sources for stories. She called it ‘checking the traps.’ She does the same as a private investigator, and this time, she’ll make sure she doesn’t get caught in one.

Yes, despite her injuries, the gutsy Isabel and her mother is ready for another cold case. Those who read the first two books will have met many of the characters in this one like Annette, Marsha, Old Farts (those snoopy men in the store’s backroom), and of course, Jack.  I loved being around them so much, I couldn’t let them go. But I have new ones, such as Cyrus Nilsson, a fictional famous poet who is a bit of a snake, plus other people Isabel meets for this case.

And now I will give you a peek at how the book begins. The chapter is called the One-Armed Bartender.

It’s Friday night at the Rooster Bar and Grille, and I’m behind the bar taking care of business with my one good arm. The other is in a sling. A broken collarbone and a few badly bruised ribs are souvenirs from my second case, that and the satisfaction I nailed the bastard who ran my car off the road. I’m right-handed, and luckily, my injuries are on my left side, so it’s a piece of cake, really, snapping the caps off Buds with the opener mounted on the back of the counter. I only need one arm to reach for beers in the cooler and drop empties into the carton below. I’m not able to deliver food or clean tables, but then again, I have a very understanding boss. You remember Jack Smith, don’t you?

Besides, my getup is a conversation starter here at the town of Conwell’s only drinking establishment. The Rooster’s True Blue Regulars, of course, are all aware of what happened two weeks ago, but being nosy New Englanders, they prod me for details. They can’t get enough of the story. I gladly accommodate them. They’re friendly guys and good tippers.

“Isabel, how fast were you goin’ when Pete hit the back of your mother’s car?” one guy asks when I hand him his beer.

“Last I looked it was eighty.”

“Damn. On that road? You and Barbie were lucky you didn’t get yourselves killed.”

Uh, that might have been Pete Woodrell’s intention when he tailed us in his pickup. His wife, Barbie, was terrified and screaming beside me in the front seat. I didn’t blame her. I felt like screaming, too, but I had to pay attention to the road.

Hold on a minute. I have a line of customers stacking up. The dinner crowd has come and gone, or come and stayed if they’re making a night of it. The kitchen is closed, and I hear Carole, the cook, cleaning inside. The Back Door Men, tonight’s band, are hauling their instruments and speakers through the side door. There’s a full house tonight, which makes Jack, who owns the joint, one happy man.

 Being the start of April, the snowmobiles are gone because the snow is pretty much gone. We are in the thick of mud season, at least on the back roads, so the Rooster’s floor is getting awfully gritty. That’s okay. The Rooster is almost a shack in the woods, no frills, except for the large-screen TVs for sports games mostly, the jukebox, and thankfully, a clean women’s room. Jack told me he’s getting ready to spruce up the bar’s interior with some fresh paint and a new toilet in the men’s room. He couldn’t recall the last time the Rooster was painted, oh, maybe when he first bought the place. As for the men’s room toilet, it’s probably an original.

“What’ll it be tonight, Luke?” I ask the guy in front of me as if I don’t know what he’ll order.

“Make it a Bud.”

I reach inside the cooler.

“You sure? We do have a fine selection of beers on tap.”

He smiles to himself as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. Most folks here pay cash for their drinks and meals although Jack started taking credit cards years ago.

“You think the murder charges will stick?” he asks.

I smile to myself, too.

“I sure as hell hope so.”

 

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