Margaret Mayo Romance Author

Have you ever started something and then wished you hadn’t? I’m feeling that way trying to get my website up and running on a new site. I’m having all sorts of teething problems that I can’t seem to resolve. It was my plan (and still is) to run a competition in conjunction with it, but that will have to take a back burner for the moment as I’m heading off to the wilds of Scotland for a week. I’m going to leave my troubles behind.

I wonder what the weather will be like up there. We’re going to one of the islands actually, off the northern tip of Scotland. Norway will be our nearest neighbour. They’ve not had any floods up there, in fact the weather’s been incredibly kind according to my cousin. Let’s hope it stays that way.

So, until I speak to you again, happy reading!

I want to apologise to anyone having problems with my website. It’s driving me crazy at the moment and I’m going to change from Geocities. So please be patient with me. And just in case you’re not able to read the excerpt from Bedded At His Convenience here it is again:

The day had gone much better than Hunter expected. Keisha had been receptive, interested in everything around her, and she hadn’t even objected when he took her to the office. Not that he’d introduced her to anyone except by her Christian name. He’d let her be the mystery lady.

No one knew that they’d once been married; as far as they were concerned he was an extremely eligible bachelor, and he was well aware that everyone wondered why some very glamorous female had never snapped him up. There were plenty of contenders, that was for sure, but he was interested in no one.

Keisha had been the love of his life, and she had killed that love. Maybe he’d been guilty to a certain extent of neglecting her, but surely not so much that she needed the company of other men? They’d still had a good love-life despite the long hours he worked. He could never forgive her for walking out. She deserved whatever she had coming to her.

They ate a light supper and then sat outside, enjoying the evening sunshine and for a while neither of them spoke. ‘What are you thinking?’ he asked eventually.

Keisha turned to look at him with those wide green eyes of hers, eyes that had once excited every inch of him! ‘How much I’ve enjoyed today,’ she answered.

And amazingly could still excite! ‘What did you like best?’

‘All of it,’ answered Keisha. ‘But mainly, I think, the cathedral because it’s so vast and so richly decorated, and the Tower of Gold because of its history and the fact that it’s all that remains of Seville’s medieval fortifications.’

Hunter’s brows rose a little. ‘I’m impressed. I didn’t realise that you had a fancy for old buildings.’

Keisha shrugged. ‘I guess there’s a lot about me you don’t know.’

‘Because I wasn’t a good enough husband and you ran out on me?’ he snorted through flared nostrils. Damn! He hadn’t intended to get angry. They’d had such a companionable day, more than that, actually. They’d been very close, and he’d wanted to carry it on to its ultimate conclusion.

He smiled, with difficulty. ‘I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that. I enjoyed today too.’ Which he had, very much – more than he’d expected. He’d enjoyed showing Keisha the sights, watching her face, seeing her wonderment, appreciation, joy even. Yes, it had been a good day.
And the night was going to be even better!

‘More wine?’ he asked. He’d brought the remains of the bottle out with him and he leaned forward now, bottle in hand ready to pour her another glass.

But Keisha shook her head. ‘Any more and I’ll have a headache.’

Meaning she’d retire to her room early before he could seduce her into sharing his bed! Immediately he put the bottle back down and inched his chair closer to hers.
‘I’m glad you appreciate the beauty of this part of the world,’ he said softly. ‘It means a lot to me. My mother was half Spanish; did you know that? I feel closer to her here.’
‘No, I didn’t know,’ answered Keisha.

Her smile was warm and she was totally relaxed. He could smell her perfume and feel her sensuality. She had changed into a low cut pink dress with frills at the shoulders and a flared knee length skirt. It suited her beautifully and she looked sexy and gorgeous, but what he really wanted to do was rip it off. He wanted to ravage her body and make her his – once again!

It was hard being patient.

Don’t forget, my next book comes out on August 1st in the UK. (September in the US and Australia) It’s called BEDDED AT HIS CONVENIENCE and is the story of Keisha and Hunter. Three years ago they were married but she’d walked out for several reasons, one of them being that he was seeing another woman – or so she’d thought! Now they have met up again and he wants her back in his life, and he wants revenge. He whisks her away to Spain and then ………..

No, I’m not telling you any more – but there’s an excerpt on my website. Follow the lead from the Books page.

I experienced a culture shock last night. From watching Shakespeare earlier in the week I went to see We Will Rock You last night, put on by a youth amateur dramatic group. It was so, so good. The cast ranged in ages from about seven or eight to nineteen I would say. Such talent, such voices. One of our local papers described it as phenomenal. And it truly was. It couldn’t have been any better had we watched a West End production.

Changing the subject, and referring to my interview with Nicola Marsh in Australia last week, when I said that one of my favourite books was Unexpected Inheritance, written in 1988, I’ve just learned that it’s coming out in Germany in a three book trilogy called Summer Love. I’m so thrilled because I truly did love writing that book.

Last night when I went out I wore a long sleeved sweater, a trouser suit, a raincoat over that, a thin scarf around my neck and gloves on my hands. Bearing in mind that it’s mid summer here in the UK, where was I? At an outdoor performance of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. At least it didn’t rain. But the wind was chilly and I needed my layers. Oh, I forgot to mention the blanket around my legs!

The performance, however, was superb. I’ve been going to see Shakespeare at this particular venue for many years now and they’ve all been good. But this performance outstripped them all. It was magnificent.

Before the performance we enjoyed strawberries and champagne, and during the interval delicate smoked salmon sandwiches with a liberal supply of white wine. My DH had coffee because he was driving! Actually it warmed him up better than the wine did me and our friends.

Back now to the more mundane jobs in life. The garden’s beginning to look like a garden again and my office is almost tidy. And I’m already incubating ideas for a new book!