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Don't you just love that phrase: Three times a bridesmaid?
How many romance novels can you remember that had that theme?
I felt like the bridesmaid for years until my first book was published.
Then, as happens I got divorced from publishing due to serious riding accident. There's a story to that, because after a blood transfusion I began to crave cigarettes and I'd never smoked in my life before. Tell a lie, except round the back of the bike sheds at school! But, the weird aspect the ciggy craving also set me on the path of writing historicals! I don't smoke now: gave it up soon as.
Eventually I picked up my writing heart and here I am trying to find the right lover of my books all over again! Where in hell is my fairy godmother when I need her?
Big cheat using images but I feel lazy on the word front today!
