What I’m working on…excerpt Flight of Passion

 

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Her whole body tingled with an electric awareness as he took his place beside her. Ruby wanted to look at his face, wanted to see if the desire was still in his eyes; but she no longer dared.

He was too close, too dangerously near if she was to keep some semblance of control. She had been insanely mad to come to him. Sanity insisted that she give him no more encouragement.

His richly tanned hands gently slid back the doors of one of the cabinets. Strong hands, with long, supple fingers curled around the edges of an ebony rimmed tray, topped with protective glass and eased it free.

With the delicateness of a parent placing his baby in its crib, Oliver placed the tray on a highly polished antique Chinese desk. A heady scent of beeswax and Camphor crystals filled the room as he lifted the glass.

Ruby stood absolutely still, her gaze inescapably fixed on the most dazzlingly beautiful kaleidoscope of butterflies she had ever seen.

Shots of lipstick pink, morphed into purples and trailed out to rich raw umber browns. Lustrous blues, tinged with effervescent orange-reds jostled for attention with dazzling emerald greens, splashed with electric violets, charming her eyes with their captivating colors.

Ruby felt short of breath, her heart rate quickening as her hungry eyes devoured the pulsating chocolate box of colors.

“You’re looking at some of the most exotic, tropical butterflies in the world, “ Oliver told her with pride.

‘They’re beautiful!’ she cried. Her face flushed with excitement, her mouth felt dry with a thirst that could not be quenched.

‘Flying flowers,’ he said, clearly relishing in her visceral reaction.

 

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This is an excerpt from my new book Flight of Passion.

Have you ever wanted to be with someone who sent your heart soaring but threatens your sense of security? Someone who lifts you clear out of the water, but you’re not sure will be around to catch you when you fall head over heels in love? Flight of Passion is a rapturous tale of beauty, obsession and the transformational power of unconditional love.

 

Coming soon! If you loved this brief excerpt and would love to read more you can download the first few chapters of Flight of Passion for FREE here – https://www.instafreebie.com/free/qABqt

I hope you love it as much an I’m enjoying writing it for you

Love Mollie

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I love you. I’m sorry.

Please forgive me…

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I received a review recently which really shocked me. Thankfully some readers were kind enough to contact me directly instead of posting a review on Amazon.

But then my heart sunk again. Because I had the book professionally edited and proofread I was sure somehow an advance copy of an unedited version of The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage was landing in my readers laps.

So I uploaded my ‘edited’ version to Amazon again to other book sellers again and emailed links to people who had contacted me.

Only it wasn’t edited correctly at all!

The person who did the proof-reading did the best she could at the time—I’ve since learned she had so much going on in her personal life, and I am so grateful for the help she did give me.

But, a few people emailed me directly and were even kind of enough to point out the errors were still there.
Thank you Lesley for sending me a list of errors (twice) so I could begin to correct them. And also for your email (below) letting me know you have posted a review.

Have left review on Amazon UK and US (link to latter: https://www.amazon.com/review/RGTVFJKRN8F6C/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm) these will show as verified purchase. To the review left on Goodreads, iBooks UK and B&N I have added a sentence to say that I have advised the author of some editing issues. 

 

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Despite all my errors, thank you Lorraine for emailing me with the feedback below—(I know it was from your phone so I read between the spelling to your larger message of heart)

i loved reading this book its the most heartwarming book ive read in a llng time. i crked a lot bot im glad you had the great endin you had eith him standing with his newborn son ins his arms and telling alex he loved her thanks for the great read.

Rita, thank you for all your encouraging emails and for offering to be an advance reader of all my books and your offer to post reviews.

And to everyone else who has contacted me to say they would love to read an advance copy of Flight of Passion before it is released. Thank you.

Your incredible support sustains me

It would be easy to give up and succumb to feeling discouraged—especially after emailing you and saying I’d uploaded an error free file. I don’t trust myself to email you again with another version.

I want to make triple sure, and then triple sure again, that all the errors have been picked up I have unpublished “The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage.”

As with all things in life, it’s not the failing that counts, it’s integrating lessons learned, and putting added weight into your dreams. So here’s what I learned:

  • As an independent author responsibility lies with me
  • Don’t outsource responsibility for ensuring my books are edited error free
  • Check. Double check. Triple check—and repeat
  • Read my book out loud
  • When a proof-reader is engaged, have a fresh set of eyes look at the work
  • Edit and proof-read as I write, rather than leave it to the end of the book. 50,000 words (or more) are a lot to take in!
  • Providing readers with FREE books is wonderful—but can be expensive if external people like cover designers, proof-readers, story doctors and editors etc., are employed
  • Pay the experts—but make it as error free as I can first
  • Learn the art of editing, especially grammar—ask my way to success, or consider asking a friend (a retired teacher down the road may be just the help I need. I’d rather learn in person if I can.
  • Maintain a positive attitude. As Oprah Winfrey once said, “Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness.”

Thank you again for not giving up on me.

P.S.  My first book The Italian Billionaire’s Christmas Bride, set in Milan, and Fiji, went through a far more rigorous editing process—I worked with three editors and a bunch of advance readers before publishing. There’s another lesson there.

P.P.S I’ll get the correct version to you for FREE when I’m 100 % sure it’s perfect. And if you have read the book and enjoyed it I’d be ever so grateful if you’d post a review on Goodreads.

Thank you!

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Love in New Zealand

So many of my readers are based in the US and dream of visiting New Zealand and the exotic Fijian Islands one day—but it’s just so far away.

The first two books of my romantic series were set in my home country against the beautiful backdrop of stunning Aotearoa and the tranquility of Fiji.

 I loved writing these books, and I fed my inspiration by taking  loads of photos and painting scenes as I wrote both The Italian Billionaire’s Christmas Bride, which is set in Auckland and Fiji, and the The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage, which is set in stunning Queenstown—with a wee dose of Milan, Italy.

To help you visualise the extraordinary beauty of a country I’m lucky enough to call home, and to see some of the things that inspired these love stories, here’s a few piccies—taken by me.

First, here’s a few images from Fiji—so much natural beauty, and only a two hour flight away from New Zealand!

 

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New Zealand’s Queenstown and Auckland, played a staring  role in The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage. Here’s a couple of shots of some of the stunning scenery around this part of the country.

 

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And a few looking back across Auckland harbour, in New Zealand’s North Island, with The Sky Tower looming in the distance.

 

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If you’ve read The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage you’ll remember that scene where Alex finds out that man in the art gallery who’d taken her breath away the night before, is the mysterious buyer who holds the key to unraveling the secrets of her past. The ‘reveal’ takes place at the top of the Sky Tower. Here’s an excerpt from this scene, as Alex, who’s afraid of heights rides in the lift:

 

A bolt of awareness streaked down Alex’s backbone as sexual tension echoed in the silence around them. Excruciatingly aware of his amused stare, she locked her gaze on the elevator panel forcing herself to find it infinitely fascinating as every fiber of her body orbited in his direction.

No gaping. Didn’t the brute know that was elevator etiquette, she thought shocked at his directness and irritated by her humiliation?

She inhaled sharply and in an uncharacteristic move of boldness slowly, purposely, turned her head and surveyed him with one calm, detached glance.

At least that was what it was meant to be. Maddeningly, sage green eyes trapped hers, forcing her gaze to sensuous lips curved into a sardonic smile, as he leaned against the wall. Strong arms folded against his powerful chest as he faced her with the arrogant confidence of a non-conformist who found her mortal embarrassment amusing and cared nothing for rules. Clear and confident and incisive, his piercing gaze stirred an instant protective instinct, hammering home her acute vulnerability.

Damn, she thought helplessly, he is totally gorgeous. Alex’s heartbeat kicked up a gear even as her senses hummed, every cell detonating into life. Up close he was even taller and more warrior like than he’d appeared at the gallery. Long-legged, with shoulders that would be a credit to any Greek god he was 110% pure man. 1001% pure danger.

Gosh, what if he was the mysterious buyer, she thought for a reckless second? No impossible. He looked to be in his early-thirties, not old enough to be a man who had known her father and what had happened with his life over 20 years ago. This man would only have been a child then. He was far too young and far too casually dressed to be in possession of such a fortune. Heart contracting in her chest Alex ran a swift glance over his clothes. A rich chocolate hip-length leather jacket covered a V-neck navy cashmere jersey and white shirt hanging informally over ink colored designer jeans. Casual they may appear, but they were tailor made for brute strength, impeccably proportioned for his lean body and long, strong, muscled legs..

Her pulse hammered as the lift began to climb toward the restaurant 192 meters above the city. Don’t look down, a voice warned as the lift climbed higher.  She fixed her gaze on a spot on the horizon, trying to block out the stranger’s unrelenting stare, made worse by his amused silence.

Allora, is your invisible friend afraid of heights?’ His unsmiling, icy calmness was in direct contrast to her uneasy emotions. The brute obviously had no empathy.

‘Afraid of heights? Nope,’ she lied, hoping he wouldn’t detect the fear sucking life from her voice. She hadn’t thought about the height thing when she’d impulsively picked the meeting venue. She wasn’t a planner. She was impetuous, impulsive. Stupid.

Why the hell hadn’t she thought it through? Whether it was a fierce determination to prove him wrong, or the mortification of already having made a fool of herself, she plastered on her most fearless, warrior-woman face and stepped over to the viewing glass inserted in the middle of the floor. Feel the fear and do it anyway, isn’t that what the self-help gurus advocated? Heck, it wasn’t as if she’d die.

I can do this she told herself, fixing the stranger with a defiant stare. Whether it was fear or the thrill of the crazed energy that sparked between them like wild-fire she didn’t know, but her head began to spin as she peered down into the abyss of the lift shaft. Her body tilted as the whole lift seemed to sway, pulling her in one lethal direction.

Gasping, she fought to control her legs. She squealed as she lost her balance. For one stark second she felt the undulating contour of every muscle in his hard torso on her back, and the strength of his arm across her breasts. Sparks like flints on graphite ignited between them as she clung to the man of steel and their bodies momentarily fused.

Although the heat storming her chest robbed her of breath, strength and wits, instinct kicked in. “Move back!” it snapped.

‘I’m so sorry,’ she mumbled mortified, her voice barely audible, as she sprung away from him as though his touch burned her.

 

I hope you enjoyed this wee peek into some of the inspiration for my books

Love

 

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The Gemstone Billionaires Boxed Set contains the first two books of AMAZON TODAY BEST-SELLING author Mollie Mathew’s romantic series set against the beautiful backdrop of stunning Aotearoa, New Zealand. If you like heartwarming, sexy and sweet romances with a touch of comedy, you’ll love sharing the journey with these authentic men and women longing to find their special soul with heart.

The first two Gemstone Billionaire books (over 500 pages) included in this bundle are:

The Italian Billionaire’s Christmas Bride

What if the person who is so, so, so wrong for you is really so, so, so right, but you’re too afraid to give love a chance?

Last Christmas, art therapist Issy Riley was jilted by her fiancé. This Christmas she’s running away. A week with a client on his private Fijian island promises to save her from cheating men and the London festive season. But when the client turns out to be a gorgeous and magnetic Italian billionaire, he threatens her resolve to never again trust her heart to the wrong man.

Milan fashion house leader and avowed bachelor Massimiliano Balforni has no intention of taking a vacation, despite his sister’s insistence that he subject himself to an art therapy retreat following a minor heart attack. With an important collection due, he intends to fire his therapist and work, instead. But the determined and striking Issy gives his heart palpitations of a far more dangerous kind.

The one thing Max and Issy agree on: they are as wrong for each other as wrong gets. He’s a workaholic playboy who believes emotion is a weakness. She’s a romantic who yearns for a happily ever after.

As the tropical heat soars, they discover that in this battle between work and play, resistance only fuels attraction—and sometimes two wrongs make a very passionate right.

Set in two beautiful paradises—Milano, Italy and the tropical Pacific islands of Fiji.

The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage

What if everything you believed was a lie?

When a lonely young American woman inherits a painting she discovers her whole life was a lie. Desperate for the truth, she goes in search of her true identity.

The painting is her only clue. But everyone is determined to keep its secret past repressed, including Vitaliano Rossi, the Italian gold tycoon, unnaturally suspicious of her motives, who wants the painting vanquished. How can she discover who she really is and convince him that his love means more to her than gold?
Three women. Three lives. And the lies that bind them. Why is everyone afraid of the truth?

Praise for The Gemstone Billionaires series!

“What a blinking good read—more please. I was hooked from page one.”

“Mollie is just such a good writer with enormous appeal in her story – an excellent read on a rainy day.”

“An enthralling read. Keeps me captivated from start to finish and leaves me wanting more.”

Escape into romance with this beautiful box set. The Gemstone Billionaires Box Set is a fun read with healthy doses of escapism.

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Authentic Happiness: Love Is Where The Magic Is

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Love is where the magic is. When you love what you do with such a passion, you’d do it for free. This is your path with heart. You’ve heard the saying, ‘when you do what you love, you’ll never work again.’ It’s true. Work doesn’t feel like a slog, it feels energizing.

From Teacher to Romance Writer

As my friend and fellow author Annie Featherston, writing as Sophia James, shares below, when you combine your favorite skills with doing something you completely and utterly love, you come home to your true Self and find your place of bliss. The result? Contentment—and more often than not, producing something highly marketable.

“I’d taught for fifteen years and loved it. And then I didn’t.

It wasn’t the students or the workload. It wasn’t the noise or the constant worry of, ‘was I doing enough’ that pushed me out either.

I was a good teacher but underneath was a passion that I couldn’t ignore any longer. I wanted to be writer, a historical romance writer, and I was beginning to get offered some wonderful opportunities that did not meld with the structured teaching year and the constant pressure of it.

I felt like a juggler with a hundred balls in the air. I was teaching half time, taking tours to Europe with my husband to help him, running mentorship programs…. and writing.

Writing was my complete and utter love and yet it was always taking a secondary place. I wrote at night. I wrote in the weekends. I wrote when the kids were asleep. When I wrote I didn’t think of the time or the problems, all I saw was the joy and passion of it. I loved forming characters and thinking of stories. I lay in bed at night asking my protagonists questions and spent many hours trawling over history books to place them into a context.

I have a degree in history so it was as if all the things I had enjoyed were coming together at last. History and writing. I knew that at 54 I couldn’t be patient any longer.

I needed to be in a field that I felt fully aware in, that I loved beyond the weekly pay check and that filled my spirit with lightness.

I’d just won a New Zealand based competition for a completed romance and it was validation, I suppose. If I didn’t make the jump and do it now perhaps I never would. And if I never gave myself a chance I would feel bereft.

I penned my resignation letter and left to Australia to be a mentor on a five-day intensive scheme the Romance Writers of Australia were running. It was scary and hard but when I finished it successfully I remember standing alone in front of the mirror, a cold sore from exhaustion and worry on my lip, but my clenched fist punching the air in triumph.

To feel like that is to know you live.

When I got picked up by Harlequin Historical and published it felt like all the dreams I had hoped for so long were finally happening. I had visualized this. I had walked the lonely windy beaches of Gisborne and shouted my hopes for it into the wind. I had sat in the mall with three crying children in the car and written scenarios on the back of the supermarket docket because the story just wouldn’t wait until I got home.

If I had not been paid one cent for my writing I would still have done it somehow. But the strange thing is that money does follow passion, and suddenly I was making as much as I ever did in part time teaching.

Writing is hard work. A book does not come fully formed from thin air or dreams for me. But I’ve persevered and sat and written. I’ve made deadlines. I’ve written blogs. I have delved into social media and stood there with a smile on my face when the reviews have not been what I wanted.

But I have always believed in myself and my stories. I’ve kept going. I have never given up.

And I have loved my writing life, my freedom, the creativity, the possibilities.

If I had my time over I would have left my teaching career earlier. I would have been braver and less worried by all the sensible advice others were giving me. I should have listened to my heart and taken the jump into a lifestyle that is my perfect fit and even if I had never succeeded I would have known that at least I tried.”

I love Annie’s story of reinvention. So-called sensible advice is no replacement for the wisdom of your heart, your soul, your intuitive knowledge that certain choices are right for you. Her story inspired  me to stop putting my dream of writing romance novels on hold. I read and listened to her regret that she hadn’t been braver and started earlier.

Yes, it’s true—love is where the magic is! Thanks to following my passion for love my stories are now in print.

After trying out a few fascinating careers I now live my dream job as a writer, combining business with wild pleasure, sending love letters out into the world.

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The coolest book cover ever…

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Planning the cover is one of my favourite parts of writing a book, and it’s especially exciting when I get to work with a great designer who can turn my words into visual magic.

If you’ve read my other books – The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage or  The Italian Billionaire’s Christmas Bride you’ll have read the excerpts to Flight of Passion.   You’ll know it’s a rapturous tale of beauty, obsession and the transformational power of unconditional love. (If you haven’t read the excerpt I’be included a sneak peek below)

One of my good friends, Anna Campbell—a queen of Regency romance recommended a US based designer Hang Le. I haven’t worked with her before, but have always loved Anna’s sumptuous covers.

I sent Hang Le a link to the Facebook page I created – I often create a page for each book to collate my thoughts and inspire me  – and to also share my research. If you’d like to take a look,  click here. Sign up/subscribe to my Flight of Passion Book page to follow the journey to completion. Cheerleading is always welcome:)

So here are the two (draft) covers Hang Le has designed. I asked my loyal feeders which one they’d choose.

 

After a lot of feedback from readers, I did a wee tweak and chose this version

 

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P.S. If you’d love to be an advance reader please contact me and let me know.

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EXCERPT: Flight of Passion

Past love and the obsessions that bind them.

Devastatingly handsome Oliver Hart is used to getting what he wants. Single, thirty-five and a committed bachelor, he plays by his own rules. On a personal quest to catch a rare, elusive and very valuable butterfly, he’s unwittingly distracted by former flame, Ruby Lilly—a woman who callously abandoned him eight years earlier.

Deciding he wants to reclaim the beauty as his own, in his mind it’s as good as done.

But Ruby is not his for the taking. Promised to the son of a wealthy landowner, she refuses to succumb to his charms. On a quest to save her family’s land, Ruby knows she must put duty first, and silence the passionate stirrings of her heart. But Oliver doesn’t make things easy for her. He’s not taking no for an answer.

Risking everything to help the woman he loves gain her freedom, Oliver entangles himself in an emotional net that alters his life forever. Sacrificing his own selfish pursuit to help Ruby, he realizes that you may be able to own something, but you can never own someone—especially the women you love.

Have you ever wanted to be with someone who sent your heart soaring but threatens your sense of security? Someone who lifts you clear out of the water, but you’re not sure will be around to catch you when you fall head over heels in love? Flight of Passion is a rapturous tale of beauty, obsession and the transformational power of unconditional love.

CHAPTER ONE

Would selling Butterfly Lovers really free him of painful memories he’d rather forget?

Common sense told Oliver Hart that Butterfly Lovers was just a painting. An inanimate object, incapable of controlling him. But that was the trouble. It did control him. Seducing him with its beauty, twisting his heart with bittersweet memories.

He rubbed his chiseled jaw as he surveyed the crowd gathered for the charity art auction at Hillcrest, his newly acquired mansion, and New Jersey’s most expensive country estate. His gaze swept over the minimalist, exquisitely designed interior, lingering over the priceless abstract by Rothko adorning a charcoal-black wall.

Tonight, though, it was Butterfly Lovers which held in its grip, the women dripping with diamonds, and men clad in Armani. Locked in shared awe, they clustered around the painting, studying every line, every pulsating color. Oliver wondered if their eyes ached as his did with a heady mix of pleasure and pain just to stand in its spellbinding presence. Or were they trying to decode the paintings hidden secrets?

Like a moth to a seductive flame, his eyes drifted to the bottom of the painting. Nobody, but one other, would ever be able to decipher the graffiti-styled line of poetry scrawled in throbbing orange along the bottom of the painting. Painful memories bled into his consciousness. Why the hell couldn’t he shake her?

The painting was aptly named, he mused forcing his mind from the woman who had inspired the purchase. The dancing kaleidoscope of color reminded Oliver of his collection of exotic butterflies-his hobbyhorse and quiet obsession. The painting’s colors-dazzling sapphire blues, glistening watermelon pinks, pulsating canary yellows with shimmering oranges-flew from the canvas, and ricocheted off the marble floor which had been polished to a mirror-like gleam.

He had commissioned the painting in a move of uncharacteristic impulsiveness eight years earlier when he was 22 and madly in lust with Ruby Lilly. A 20-year old exotic beauty, she’d fluttered into his life, bringing with her eternal sunshine, and air so fresh it seeped through the iron fortress he’d built around his heart.

The painting encapsulated the vitality, optimism and positivity she exuded. It was a rare piece which the serious art connoisseurs who gathered here this evening would die to possess. Oliver’s brow furrowed, aware many were drawn here not by the desire to possess the contemporary art world’s finest paintings, but insatiable voyeurs hungry to glimpse the private world of one of America’s wealthiest and most elusive bachelors.

Immensely private, he’d never opened any of his palatial homes—not homes, houses—he corrected, to the public before. As he glanced around the clinical, museum-like surroundings, with its dark walls and sophisticated lighting, spotlighting priceless works of art, he congratulated himself for creating such a sophisticated, yet austere, facade.

If a building was truly a reflection of its owner, as many designers believed, the interior aptly reinforced the stereotypes perpetuated in the media. Moody, dark, mysterious and strictly hands-off. There was some truth to that, but it was not the whole truth. Oliver’s eyes drifted to the spiraling staircase and the heavy gold braided rope barricading the entrance to the upper level. He never let anyone get beyond the ground floor of his psyche. Some tried, but few persevered. No one had ever penetrated his fortified armor.

He was complicated.

No doubt someone here tonight would go home and tweet that he was something of a social outcast, and arrogant to boot, Oliver thought as he hovered in the background. The fact was that he preferred his own company to engaging with his guests—predominately wealthy financiers and bankers.

He knew his contempt was hypocritical, given he didn’t care who reached into their pockets. But there was something decidedly unpalatable about bankers and the merciless way they preyed on the vulnerable. Tonight, he would gladly encourage them to part with their millions.

As he glanced at his reflection in the floor length window it struck him how far he had come from the days when just finding money to support him and his younger sister had been a struggle. Resplendent in an immaculately tailored Dolce&Gabbana tuxedo cut from the finest Italian wool, he looked like he belonged.

Oliver rubbed his hand over his pecs, powerfully aware of the Maori inspired tattoo coiled over his shoulder, the crisp white linen of his shirt concealed. His hands pulsed with renewed conviction. It was his touchstone—a symbolic reminder that he was fierce and untouchable; a warrior businessman and an impenetrable lover.

On a good day, he even fooled himself.

But no matter how easily it was to make millions, no matter how many things he acquired, he’d never found a sense of contentment.

Oliver bit down on his teeth, grinding them together in a futile attempt to crush memories he was determined not to revisit.

He glanced at his Rolex. 7:03:02. Irritability coursed through his veins. What the hell was the auctioneer waiting for? He fixed him with a piercing look, shooting his unspoken annoyance through the crowd. Tardiness was something he abhorred, and doubly-so tonight, he thought as he locked on the important call he had to make. In one hour it would be 8am in New Zealand and his sister, as punctual as he was, would be anxiously waiting.

As though feeling the pointed tip of Oliver’s anger the auctioneer looked up. His relaxed smile quickly shattered as he was forced to confront the aggressive glint in Oliver’s eyes, the rigid set of his shoulders, the brutally hard line of his jaw.

The auctioneer banged his hardwood gavel on the sounding block with short urgent thuds, his florid face ballooning as the chatter continued.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention?’ More insistent hammering. ‘Attention! Attention!’

The chatter fell to an orderly whisper, extinguished finally by the auctioneer’s solemn voice.

‘As you know, tonight is a unique opportunity to savor the extraordinary passions of Oliver Hart. Renowned as an astute business man, Oliver Hart is also an obsessive collector,’ he said. ‘He has one of the most significant collections of contemporary art in the world. Not only a man of significant wealth, Oliver Hart, founder of Hart Luxury Hotel Consortium, is a man of outstanding generosity. All the funds raised by tonight’s art auction will provide relief for those affected by last month’s devastating earthquake in New Zealand, where he spent much of his childhood.’

Oliver studied his feet as a thunder of applause quaked through the room, amplifying as it echoed off the walls.

Childhood.

The word was like a vicious punch to his stomach. Oppressive memories pounded his brain, and this time there was no silencing them.

Suddenly he was four years old again. Four years old and frightened. Lonely. Abandoned. Trapped in a jungle of strangers. Abandoned by bickering parents into a boarding school, neither one willing to let the other have custody. Selfishly caring more about winning against each other than the needs of  their own child.

His jaw locked as he bit down hard, swallowing a toxic cocktail of grief and anger. Freezing sweat clung to his body in a vice-like grip. He paced across to the open window, inhaling deeply as he struggled to rip himself free from the shards of the past.

To some, it might seem ironic that he should be so generous to a country where he spent such an unhappy childhood, but Oliver didn’t like to think of others suffering.

He forced his mind back to the present.

‘Tonight’s opening painting, Butterfly Lovers, is a significant artwork,’ the auctioneer continued, glancing down at his notes.

Oliver didn’t have to read his words to know that what he would reveal was a shallow rendition of the truth. Only two people in the world truly knew just what Butterfly Lovers meant. He glanced around the room thinking she might have come, hoping with all his willpower she hadn’t.

He forced himself not to betray the turmoil of emotions which jack-knifed through his body as the massive painting was carried to the makeshift podium.

The butterfly theme had held so much promise. He’d never really brought into Ruby’s tales about the transformative power of art to heal. But privately he’d hoped her optimism might rub off. With her by his side, and by owning the painting, perhaps he could shed a skin, free himself of his deformed past, re-emerge in a new skin. Undamaged. Someone nearing perfection. A better man. The sort of man Ruby deserved.

He’d been a fool.

Oliver’s spine stiffened. He’d intended to keep it…her…forever. But even good intentions couldn’t make up for a lifetime’s inability to commit. He moved towards the terrace, widening the distance between him and the painting. He would no longer succumb to the painting’s potent power to remind him of his failings.

‘Created specifically for Oliver over seven years ago by struggling contemporary artist CG Tombly—only Oliver could have foreseen its financial potential.’

Oliver’s brow furrowed. The suggestion he had acquired the painting for commercial gain, rankled him. If he wasn’t such a private man he might have told the crowd the truth. He’d made the mistake of talking candidly once before—a mistake he wouldn’t be making again.

In its place he’d created a new habit—a habit of keeping his emotional life to himself, one he wasn’t about to break. Soon the painting, and the painful memories of the only woman capable of making him feel, would be shed and he could devote himself to less painful obsessions.

‘As always, Oliver’s timing is impeccable. The painting’s value has rocketed in the same soaring capacity as the palatial hotel Oliver’s company has recently constructed in Dubai–so tall it almost touches the Gods.’ The auctioneer flung his hands into the air to accentuate his point. ‘Oliver Hart,’ he said, nodding in his direction and pointing to his towering 6-foot, 2-inch frame, ‘never does anything small.’

Oliver thrust his hands in his pockets and glanced out the window refusing to look at the painting as the bidding began.

In a few knuckle-clenching minutes it would all be over and he could get on with his life.

His gaze drifted to the sculpture garden, lying beyond the pool, alighting on a solitary bronze sculpture by Brancusi. The modernist interpretation of Hercules holding the world on his shoulders, with its roughly hewn egg shaped sphere symbolizing earth had always appealed to him.

Balanced precariously on a towering sculpted wood base, the odd shape and the large crater severing the middle of the sphere challenged conventional notions of perfection and reminded him of humanity’s rawness.

As his gaze lingered over the sculpture it occurred to him that repairing his scars, so deep that no relationship he started ever endured, required a Herculean effort. No wonder the painting had failed. But he still believed, as the ancient Greeks had, that art had a powerful ability to transform lives. He only hoped selling the painting finally fulfilled this purpose. Perhaps then the painful memories that still haunted him could be turned to good.

He turned and fixed his gaze upon the audience. Who would be its new owner he wondered as the opening bid of one million was made. Would it go to Don Hermes, the impotent pharmaceutical giant, standing just ahead of him, or some other equally innocuous purchaser?

‘12 million? Do I have 12 million?’ The bags under the auctioneer’s eyes shifted as he tilted his head forward, and peered under his glasses. ‘A small price to pay,’ he continued, his gaze briefly flickering to Oliver, ‘for a painting personally commissioned by a man who defies every category and transcends every cliché: a man with tremendous gusto and creative generosity.’ The auctioneer’s eyes flew to a scantily dressed blonde hovering hopefully next to Oliver. ‘A man who has yet to be pinned down.’

Oliver caste her a dismissive look and moved further toward the back of the room.

‘$12 million we have,’ cried the auctioneer’s assistant, nodding vigorously as he pressed his iPhone firmly to his ear.

Oliver’s heart lurched as the bidding began.

‘$13 million.’ The assistant shouted, raising his hand.

‘13.2 million.’ The auctioneer’s eyes darted between the phone bidder and two men determined to claim the painting as their own.

Explosive tension hovered as one of the two remaining bidders turned their attention away.

‘13.5 million! At 13.5 million the painting will be sold,’ the auctioneer warned. He suspended the hammer in the air, pausing as he scanned the room.

‘$17.4 million,’ came a guttural, low growl from the front of the crowd.

A record price! The room fell silent under the weight of the bid, then buzzed with irritatingly discordant voices, their murmurs of awe and envy a rising tide of white noise. Oliver’s eyes darted to the front row.

Over $14 million? The price was ridiculous. Someone must want it desperately. But why?

He was acquainted with the deep pockets of unbridled obsession. He understood intimately the seductive power of the painting.

But this was crazy bidding.

There had to be a compelling reason surpassing the usual appreciation of an art-lover. At that price it could hardly be an investment buy.

So that left…what?

Oliver paced the back of the room in agitation unable to see the face of the man who had placed this latest bid. He caught a glimpse of the woman next to the anonymous bidder as she shook a sexy spill of sun-kissed curls down her back. The familiar gesture sent shockwaves to his heart.

It couldn’t be.

Her head turned slightly.

Oliver stood still, as if immobile, as if turned to stone.

Ruby Diaz.

His Ruby.

A symphony of emotions crashed through his veins as he saw a possessive arm snake around her waist and realized with horror the serpent she was with. Oliver threw back his shoulders, his muscular jaw tilted forward in defiance as he looked at the nauseatingly familiar figure. Carlos Torres, the New York based, Mexican banking magnate and the-soon-to-be owner of Butterfly Lovers.

He could not let his painting–their painting–fall into her lover’s clutches–a man as unscrupulous as he was deceptively charming.

Oliver’s overactive mind raced with scenarios. He would draw from his own funds the money for the earthquake fund, adding to the millions he had already donated. But he knew with chilling certainty he was powerless to flout protocol, to bend the rules, to manipulate the outcome to suit his own desires. He knew only too well that once the auction had started, Butterfly Lovers could not be withdrawn.

‘At this price, we’ll sell,’ The auctioneer’s eyes swept the room for any last bids.

The muscles in Oliver’s chest tightened as he saw the auctioneer’s gavel sashay into the air.

He watched helplessly as Carlos pulled Ruby toward him and folded her into his arms. The bitter taste of jealously flooded his mouth.

The gavel sank toward the sounding block with freeze-frame inevitability. A splintering crack as wood met wood confirmed it was over with chilling clarity.

Oliver’s hand tightened into a closed fist, crumpling the Butterfly Lovers catalogue into obscurity.

His heart rate pulsated making his chest feel as though it was about to implode, as Ruby turned and he watched with shock the way she wilted under Carlos’s dominant presence, the light of passion missing from her eyes. She seemed sad and vulnerable—and the Ruby he knew was neither.

Something was wrong.

His rational mind thundered a warning. Don’t get involved.

What business was it of his if she wanted to make her life with that snake? None. Not ordinarily. But Ruby wasn’t ordinary. Accepting and accommodating maybe, but something told him there was more to their union then met the eye.

He clenched his fists and cursed softly fighting against the impulse to save her from a big mistake. Playing rescuer would invite complications he didn’t need. Especially now. What he did need was uncomplicated sex. Not a girl like Ruby who’d already proven herself capable of breaking his heart, as women did so mercilessly.

Not so with painting and sculpture and his beloved butterflies, he mused, forcing his thoughts back to his collections. Once possessed they would never leave without his consent. And he could never make them cry. His jaw clenched as bitter memories of his parents’ feuding pounded in his ears. His mother’s heart-wrenching cries once heard, never forgotten.

He must not be distracted. He must not allow Ruby to get close. Obviously she had engineered Carlos to buy the painting, knowing full well how it would torture Oliver. She tortured him all those years ago and it was clear she intended to continue the onslaught. She could have that dammed painting, he mused as unwelcome, undesired, uncontrollable passions, long forgotten but now unbridled, threatened to escape.

He rested one shoulder against the floor length window, his attention locked on Ruby as she freed herself from Carlos’s clutches and fluttered through the swelling crowd toward the patio. She possessed an innate and natural elegance that caused his glands to salivate, wetting his appetite in open defiance of his will. Her legs screamed danger–their long, slender length accented in scorchingly sharp stilettos that threatened to kill. Kill his resolve. Kill his self-control. Kill him all over again.

Reaching for a glass of whiskey from a passing waitress. He rocked the glass from side to side and studied the rough ice-chunks crashing through the amber liquid, then knocked the drink back, drowning his conflicting emotions.

Like a moth drawn to light he savored the way her floor length, silk dress clung to her lithe figure, her hibiscus red dress shimmering under the halogen lights like the wings of a newly emerged butterfly. The way the vibrant color of her dress contrasted so deliciously with the flock of black cocktail dresses and designer dark suits brought a smile to his lips. Ruby had always stood out from the crowd.

Walk away, stay away, a small voice warned him, as he fought an instinctive need to free her from a bad mistake.

The irregularly cut crystal pressed into his fingers as he gripped the glass more firmly. His life had rapidly become complicated.

He craned his neck as he momentarily lost sight of her, searching over the sea of heads and glittering diamonds.

Like the shards of ice in his glass, his hardened intention to stay detached was fracturing.

Troweling on a face of extreme nonchalance, he pushed determinedly towards her through the crowd  as she stepped onto the patio and gazed forlornly up at the stars.

Why the hell was she with a dickhead like Carlos. Glancing at his watch, Oliver wondered if he could he find out what he needed to know in less than 20 minutes?

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Searching for the unicorn

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I came across this blog written by Barrett Pall, the other day, after one of my friends replied to my question,”What do you want to be when you grow up?” Her reply?

“A unicorn.”

 

Here’s Barrett’s post in full:

“Everything may look perfect from the outside, or maybe it doesn’t. I don’t know what my life looks like to other people, but I can tell you that it probably isn’t what you think. I know it’s hard for everyone, and everyone has their own problems, insecurities, and issues to work through, but I just don’t think people always understand mine.

 

I’m not searching for sympathy, pity, or attention. I am simply in search of the unicorn.

In a city where there are millions of people who can cross your path at any moment, I can’t help but feel extremely lonely sometimes. To feel alone would be one thing, but to feel lonely holds a much different set of emotions.

 

I yearn for the companionship of someone who likes me, and maybe even loves me. Someone who just sits on the couch with me, who is my definite date, who is my without-a-question buddy to explore everything with.

 

Sure, we all have friends, but there is something very different about a love. A true love. Someone who looks into your eyes and says everything without saying anything.

I thought I had it, and maybe I did, but it wasn’t the be-all and end-all.

I am constantly torn between wanting that big love and not thinking I am ready. However, truth be told, in the deepest reaches of my heart, I know I am ready. I am so fucking ready to be in love and have someone love me back.

 

There have definitely been possibilities here and there. However, I just didn’t see myself with any of those possibilities. Timing was off, I was off, or, more often than not, they were really off. I know suitors are waiting, and I have passed on some amazing guys, but I am looking for the unicorn.

 

I am looking for it because I know it exists somewhere out there. I have heard about it from other couples. I have seen it walking on the street. I have brushed close to it in moments throughout time.

 

I have learned what I like, want and need, and I am not going to settle for anything less. I know I am going to have to compromise on some things, but I refuse to settle when it comes to the big things.

 

I think we should all look at ourselves as prizes that aren’t easily obtainable and need to be wooed, but the problem is we cheapen ourselves and make it overtly easy to have a false sense of connection.

 

I know Mr. Right is out there. Maybe he isn’t here right now, but I know in my hopeless-romantic heart that I will find the one who makes it all amazing. Who ends the search. Who allows me to tell others the tale of the unicorn.

 

I want it all, and I will have it all. However, for now I have lessened the amount of energy that goes into the search, but I’ve left my possibilities open, along with my heart, so all we can do is wait, watch, and see what comes to fruition.

 

If you’ve seen the unicorn, please let me know. I always love to hear of its tale, and the magic that surrounds it.

 

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Why I write romance

romance6Albert Einstein once said, ‘If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or objects.’  I took his advice to heart last year – big time! Mostly I set aside more time to do what I loved.

I fell back in love with fiction. After spending much of my adult life in business roles and writing about careers—how to survive them, change them and thrive in them—I’ve become a ravenous reader of all things escapism. I love immersing myself in new worlds…especially if there is an element of opulence, sensuality, history and the books are art-related in some way, like one of the books I read in 2016 – Jessie Burton’s, The Muse.

Inspired by my love of love, passion, exotic settings and escapism last year I finished two art-related romance novels under my pen name Mollie Mathews (www.molliemathews.com) and indie published them in my printing press, Blue Orchid Publishing. It has been heartening to receive wonderful feedback from readers, like one Amazon reviewer who posted a five-star review and said, “Beautiful. Resonated in my soul, gives me hope that I will meet my Prince one day and he will love me for who I am.”

The two books I wrote last year:

The Italian Billionaire’s Christmas Bride and The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage.

The awesome feedback I’ve received is particularly encouraging as, like many successful authors, I had to ensure rejection – and worse the silent treatment from a New York agent who asked me to send her my books and then never got back to me.

But I did receive some lovely feedback in a ‘rejection’ letter from Harlequin and I’m heartened by all the successful authors ahead of my who have been rejected many, many times. “Mollie Mathews has created an instantly gripping dynamic between Issy and Massimilliano that beautifully blends their animosity and their undeniable attraction, making the tension soar.”
And I have received lovely feedback from readers who have purchased and loved my books.

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On the upside this experience lead me to create a new business and new brand – something I’ve been wanting to do ever since I read a book about New Zealand romance writers over ten years ago, The Passionate Pen.

2016 wasn’t the year I began writing romance.  I’ve been reading and writing romance novels for over 10 years—it’s just taken me this long to finally believe enough in my stories to finish them!

This year I’m looking forward to finishing a true book of my heart, “Flight of Passion.”

I love writing fun, sexy, passion filled contemporary romance. I discovered my first love story on a trip to Paris when I was thirteen, and I’ve continued to read them ever since. I love the positivity, and the ways romantic heroines are strong and every bit as powerful as the men who love them.

As a child I always had a pen in my hand and dreamed of being a writer. I wrote my first story at the age of six. It was published in the children’s section of the Sunday paper. Seeing my story in print became addictive and I continued writing short stories and poems while getting a ‘real’ job.

After trying out a few fascinating careers I am so thankful that I now live my dream job as a writer, combining business with wild pleasure.

I passionately believe in the power of romance to transform people’s lives. My stories are unashamedly positive, optimistic, full of fun and sizzling passion.

I once read a quote by Mother Theresa about how we are all pens in the hands of a writing god.  That resonnated strongly with me, I’ve  always believed authors are pens in the hand of writing goddesses sending love letters to the world. I feel validated when readers write to me saying that my books gave them hope and courage during tough times.

Besides writing and reading, I enjoys anything creative. I’m an award-winning artist, and I love photography, sculpture and gardening. After living in Wellington, New Zealand for half my life, I now live in the gorgeous Bay of Islands with my vher very own romantic hero, Lorenzo—tall, dark, terribly handsome and fluent in Spanish!

Why I write romance

Romance novels are one of the bestselling genres in fiction, loved by millions of women (and men), around the world. Yet, surprisingly, they are dismissed as insignificant. This is very sad. Romance, intimacy, and love are vital aspects of our lives. By its very nature, romance tends to bring out our awkwardness, insecurities, hopes, dreams, desires—all aspects of what is to be human. A good romance is at the heart of many of my favorite stories and movies. Who doesn’t love a good love story.

in 2017 I was excited to meet MICHAEL HAUGE. Michael is a top Hollywood story expert, author and lecturer who consults with writers, filmmakers, marketers, attorneys and public speakers throughout the world. He is the best-selling author of Writing Screenplays That Sell and Selling Your Story in 60 Seconds: The Guaranteed Way to Get Your Screenplay or Novel Read.

Michael lives in Los Angeles with his wife and has worked in the film and television industries for more than 35 years. He loves movies! And he loves figuring out what makes them work. And he loves helping people tell their best stories too – people like actors Will Smith and Morgan Freeman, or Devon Franklin, Vice President of Production, Columbia Pictures (to name-drop just a few)

We’ve become great friends after I had the great fortune to attend his seminars when he was in Auckland speaking at The Romance Writers of New Zealand conference in August 2016.

One of the many sage things that Michael said to me at the conference was, “ As romance writers, you explore desire and passion and falling in love, and that’s all fine. But on a deeper level, you’re writing about CONNECTION. The biggest problem facing humanity today is loneliness. Your gift is to touch your readers and give them experience of connection, and the courage to transfer that experience into their own lives.”

This really resonated with me, personally and professionally.  I know it takes courage to love,  especially when you’ve been hurt.  I takes courage to trust,  especially when you’ve been betrayed.  I know and  how wonderful it is, and challenging at times,  to fall in love again and find the person  who finally gets you and loves you for you—quirks, flaws, and all!

 So many people I admire read romances. Not all of them admit to it, but many do. Leonardo da Vinci, Coco Chanel, and other incredibly successfully people read romances.

James Patterson, currently the bestselling author in the world, is best known for this thrillers, but he also write romance novels. And is proud to do so. First Love, Sunday at Tiffanies, and The Christmas Wedding, are just a few of his popular romances.

I love the way he shared his personal story in a class I took with him. His father never met his dad and was raised in a poor house. He was competitive with James (which ‘was less than ideal”) and only hugged him on his deathbed) “I brought that across to my son. I give my son a hug and a kiss every night he’s home.”

The truth is that we all have wounds that can prevent us from loving others. Romance novels reveal the inside story and share with us the power of transformational change, when the right person has keys that fit our locks, and locks that fit our keys – to paraphrase Richard Bach in his wonderful book, The Bridge Across For Ever.

Coco Chanel, whose story I also share in my non-fiction book, “The Art of Success,” had many wounds. She had to overcome obstacles to love just like you and I. She suffered extreme poverty, self-doubt, low self-esteem and craved ever-lasting love.

In the movie, ‘The Pursuit Of Happiness,’ Will Smith, who plays the role of a homeless man, says to his son, “You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can’t do it. You want something? Go get it.

Period.”

As a child Coco dreamed big. The flames of her desires were in part fueled by reading romance novels full of dashing heroes and heroines living absurdly, audaciously opulent and liberated lives.

“A simple life, with a husband and children—a life with people you love—that is the real life,” Coco Chanel once said.

Isn’t that what many of us dream of?

NOTES:

The Italian Billionaire’s Christmas Bride

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“The Italian Billionaire’s Scandalous Marriage”

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You can learn more about Michael here: www.StoryMastery.com

 

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P.S. Here’s a sneak peek into, Flight of Passion

Past love and the obsessions that bind them.

Devastatingly handsome Oliver Hart is used to getting what he wants. Single, thirty-five and a committed bachelor, he plays by his own rules. On a personal quest to catch a rare, elusive and very valuable butterfly, he’s unwittingly distracted by former flame, Ruby Lilly—a woman who callously abandoned him eight years earlier.

Deciding he wants to reclaim the beauty as his own, in his mind it’s as good as done.

But Ruby is not his for the taking. Promised to the son of a wealthy landowner, she refuses to succumb to his charms. On a quest to save her family’s land, Ruby knows she must put duty first, and silence the passionate stirrings of her heart. But Oliver doesn’t make things easy for her. He’s not taking no for an answer.

Risking everything to help the woman he loves gain her freedom, Oliver entangles himself in an emotional net that alters his life forever. Sacrificing his own selfish pursuit to help Ruby, he realizes that you may be able to own something, but you can never own someone—especially the women you love.

Have you ever wanted to be with someone who sent your heart soaring but threatens your sense of security? Someone who lifts you clear out of the water, but you’re not sure will be around to catch you when you fall head over heels in love? Flight of Passion is a rapturous tale of beauty, obsession and the transformational power of unconditional love.

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