Margaret introduces August.
might think I’m talking about the month of August. But I’m not. August is the
hero in my book Sea Gypsy. I never gave him a surname. He constantly sailed the
seas in his yacht and answered to no-one.
of my readers surprised me the other day by posting the cover on Facebook. She
still has her copy even though it was published in 1977. I find this truly
is a man who needs no-one and was less than pleased when eighteen year-old Jay
Gordon got herself into trouble on the high seas and he was forced to take her
on board. The story follows her volatile relationship with him and how she
slowly discovers the reason he hates women.
is an excerpt:
wondered what type of person would get on well with a sea gypsy. Certainly not
anyone of a similar disposition, or one who was easily ruffled. They would need
to be able to submit to authority, yet not be too easily swayed, as August
would have no time for anyone without a mind of their own. It would take a
person of remarkable insight, tremendous patience, and naturally a similar love
of the sea to chum up with August – if indeed he allowed anyone to get near him
surprisingly Jay pondered on the woman who had once been his wife. What was it
she had done to cause August such pain, such everlasting bitterness that it
seemed unlikely he would ever love again? It was not a question she could ask,
and as they would be in France within a matter of hours it was doubtful whether
the opportunity for him to tell her would present itself. But it was a question
that intrigued her. He must have loved his wife once – how could love change to
hatred? Jay believed marriage to be a permanent institution and no one should
take a partner unless he or she believed it would be a lasting union. So what
had happened to upset August’s marriage?
that food you promised me?”
voice directly behind made her turn with a start. His rope-soled shoes had made
no sound on the deck and she was amazed to see him standing so close. “I’ll do
it now,” she said, jumping up. “When you fell asleep I decided that would do
you more good.”
he touched her arm. “Stay a while. I’ve been watching you and wondered what it
was that held your thoughts so deeply.”
sat together, shoulders almost touching, and looked out across the sparkling,
prancing waves. Jay knew he awaited her reply, but how could she tell him that
he alone had held her attention? That it was his affairs that interested her?
She could imagine his reaction. The hardening of those coal black eyes, the
tightening of his lips. “What I do is no business of yours,” he would say. “The
past is over and forgotten and I don’t want to be reminded of it.” But she
could tell him how much she was enjoying this morning’s ride – and proceeded to