Please tell us a little about yourself.
My name is Michelle Abbott and I’m a self-published author of romance. I live in the UK in the Kent countryside with my two adult sons.
Do you have a favourite quote?
I have lots of them. One of my favourites is: I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel – Maya Angelou.
How long have you been writing?
I’ve always loved writing. I kept a diary when I was younger which was mostly filled with proclamations of love for whoever I had a crush on at the time. Up until a few years ago I regularly wrote to pen pals across the globe and tried my hand at writing poetry just for fun. I never attempted to write a book because I’d heard that many people get rejected by publishers. Last year I bought a kindle and discovered some great self-published authors. I looked into the process of self-publishing and it seemed to be fairly simple. I started writing my first book in January this year and published it in April.
What genre do you write and why?
I write romance because that is what I love to read. I like to write about underdog heroes who’ve had a bad start in life and the heroines that make their lives better.
What is your latest release?
My current book is called ‘In Chains’. It’s the first book in a two part series.
Working on anything new?
Yes, I’m working on ‘Locked Together’ which is the second book in the In Chains series and continues Savannah and Kayden’s story.
Can we have the blurb?
A romance set in a world where slavery is government run and slaves are fitted with microchips.
Savannah, fleeing a turbulent relationship, seeks solace at her brother’s country farmhouse. It’s there that she meets Kayden; her brother’s slave who's considered less than human. These two damaged souls form an unbreakable bond, one that’s about to be tested, because Kayden is her brother’s property and he will stop at nothing to keep them apart.
Please note this book contains some sexual scenes, violence and strong language.
Can you give us an excerpt?
Can you give us an excerpt?
Stepping out of the front door there is a dirt road to my left that leads out of Simon’s estate. I want to stay on his land, so I go right and pass by a small orchard of fruit trees and beyond them I see a chicken coop. I know this because the cockerel has come out and is crowing loudly. He’s probably warning the hens that they’re about to have an intruder. There are six hens sitting on a pile of straw. I’m going to have to pick them up and I don’t have a clue how to because I’ve never handled them before. I put my hands on one and quickly let go as she flaps her wings and squawks. My second attempt meets with the same result.
Hearing a yelp, I spin around and come face to face with the handsome axe wielder. Now that I see him up close he doesn’t look much older than me. Feeling awkward, my face reddens. “Er…hi.”
“Hello Miss.” His voice is soft and deep. He’s just standing there, staring at me.
“Please, call me Savannah. Um…could you help me with the hens? I don’t know how to pick them up.”
He strides into the coop, kneels down and lifts up one of the hens. She sits quiet and still in his big hands. He’s looking at me and he has the most beautiful eyes, they’re a mixture of bright blue and brown, with long, thick lashes. I’d kill for lashes like that.
He nods towards the egg. “Do you wanna get that?”
I need to focus. I’ve just come out of a relationship and anyway, a guy as good looking as him isn’t going to be interested in someone like me. He picks up the rest of the hens in silence as I collect the eggs. I should have brought a bowl with me; I’m struggling to hold them. “Would you mind holding these for me? I’m worried I’m going to drop them and your hands are bigger than mine.”
“Call me Savannah, please.”
“Sorry Miss…um…I mean, Savannah.”
My hand brushes against his as I hand him the eggs and he lets out a yelp as his body jerks and two of the eggs smash to the floor.
“Shit,” he says, his face red. I wonder if he has a problem with his nerves.
As we walk back to the house I gaze across at him. He’s almost a foot taller than me; he must be six foot at least. His feet are big, probably a thirteen and he’s wearing sneakers that are grubby and yellow with age. The right one has a hole which his toes are poking through and instead of laces they’re both tied with string.
I can’t think of anything interesting to say. I’m sure it’s no fun for him to be stuck with a plain, boring woman like me. I bet he has a girlfriend and I bet she’s tall and slim with long legs, full lips and long eyelashes. Lucky cow! I can feel my cheeks heating up again. I breathe a sigh of relief as we reach the door.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
I take the eggs from him. “Well, thank you for your help Kayden.”
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