tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16960940278196261932024-02-08T08:33:43.215+08:00Jeanette Hornby BooksJeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-55131806755836407482023-08-04T21:46:00.001+08:002023-08-04T21:46:07.657+08:00The Simple Things<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes you have to go back to nature for a little peace and serenity. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbYlWRAJYg16lEawO4SzIePCaj7GEBYgKfeW0KTAdyLUOtZr0ey6bqL9Xd-fL-b9-cDQJehrbWunJnejLjPwrVarS_j-aY9uTYQY4bEU1Nx7fz51ig2SYAzfLPxmolW1u6X8dj2_koezF37YM-LJxvTLnDc3IHep7Cxes6HTOWNF4OdI_FOqjME2wY3YC/s4032/Weir%20Trip,%20Jensen%20and%20Dad.%20School%20work%20Friday%2019.08%20(15).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbYlWRAJYg16lEawO4SzIePCaj7GEBYgKfeW0KTAdyLUOtZr0ey6bqL9Xd-fL-b9-cDQJehrbWunJnejLjPwrVarS_j-aY9uTYQY4bEU1Nx7fz51ig2SYAzfLPxmolW1u6X8dj2_koezF37YM-LJxvTLnDc3IHep7Cxes6HTOWNF4OdI_FOqjME2wY3YC/s320/Weir%20Trip,%20Jensen%20and%20Dad.%20School%20work%20Friday%2019.08%20(15).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">View of the Drakesbrook Weir. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-69348672559806094272019-12-12T20:59:00.001+08:002019-12-13T14:18:00.270+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0e0Oo73qK_Y/XfI4nnLO0SI/AAAAAAAAFiI/UXWE2w3ZMFkbIJQmyGB6W58qVnzJE9EBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/kr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="265" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0e0Oo73qK_Y/XfI4nnLO0SI/AAAAAAAAFiI/UXWE2w3ZMFkbIJQmyGB6W58qVnzJE9EBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/kr.jpg" width="212" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">It's almost Christmas. Can't believe how fast this year flew by. I haven't written for a long while but I'm full steam ahead with my <a href="https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/BeadSparkleZ">BeadSparkleZ</a> business. You can buy 3 of my novels from there also - Australia only. Here's the link:<a href="https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/BeadSparkleZ?ref=seller-platform-mcnav&section_id=14170041"> Books</a>. I'm all geared up to embrace the new in 2020. </span></div>
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<br />Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-78328154841811655862018-01-26T20:33:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:42.538+08:00 Australia Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbRYprURkfs/WmscAQn93VI/AAAAAAAAFYE/tVulYo2EuV0UPflu635b509f3rOaz37MwCLcBGAs/s1600/kooka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbRYprURkfs/WmscAQn93VI/AAAAAAAAFYE/tVulYo2EuV0UPflu635b509f3rOaz37MwCLcBGAs/s320/kooka.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Photo Credit; </span><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-no-proof: yes;"><v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"> <v:stroke joinstyle="miter"> <v:formulas> <v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"> <v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"> <v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"> <v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"> </v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:formulas> <v:path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"> <o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></o:lock></v:path></v:stroke></v:shapetype><v:shape alt="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/fa1/1/16/a9.png" id="Picture_x0020_1" o:spid="_x0000_i1025" style="height: 12pt; 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text-align: center;">www.freedigitalphotos.net</div><br />Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-80220022675459824602017-05-09T12:36:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:42.778+08:00Always<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_jXstKOMHM/WRFGG1kGylI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/Ar6nfDWwK_su5LwAmR5NiLXXoiOeXxO3QCLcB/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_jXstKOMHM/WRFGG1kGylI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/Ar6nfDWwK_su5LwAmR5NiLXXoiOeXxO3QCLcB/s320/love.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #A6A6A6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=65000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: background1; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;">Picture taken from Lady Emmi Rue<o:p></o:p></span></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-91233701450693035182016-06-27T20:51:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:42.885+08:00Taking a Break.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_Mn3VVJK74/V3EguHfqt4I/AAAAAAAAFU4/gqdIwrbwrW4-1p9LNHkXXCnEAcV1utiQQCLcB/s1600/quote2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_Mn3VVJK74/V3EguHfqt4I/AAAAAAAAFU4/gqdIwrbwrW4-1p9LNHkXXCnEAcV1utiQQCLcB/s320/quote2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Good to know. I haven't written a word in over a year. But it will happen :)</div><br />Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-66928101720904766272016-02-28T12:52:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.047+08:00Thank You!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqEkmMQ6J58UVMK6ljIVBOgF1RnUZYaIrhY7vmA1Fzi5ffWajfPajXQiBjazGjbYfKFZ-YvZodTi6jCKWVxkywxIV34H90oJfLsf9XLCHlZv1je1BYocn7D_mOgsHSvoQnHukZk-bmE22/s1600/balloon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqEkmMQ6J58UVMK6ljIVBOgF1RnUZYaIrhY7vmA1Fzi5ffWajfPajXQiBjazGjbYfKFZ-YvZodTi6jCKWVxkywxIV34H90oJfLsf9XLCHlZv1je1BYocn7D_mOgsHSvoQnHukZk-bmE22/s320/balloon.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you to all the courageous men and women who stayed to face and fight the fires, yet again, while we evacuated. Words simply aren't enough.</span><br /><br />Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-44807145919588653072016-02-14T21:37:00.002+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.176+08:00Happy Valentine's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdsjNwpmjtA/VsCC6VIGPLI/AAAAAAAAFT4/6Gw3bZqEo2A/s1600/heart%2Bheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdsjNwpmjtA/VsCC6VIGPLI/AAAAAAAAFT4/6Gw3bZqEo2A/s1600/heart%2Bheart.jpg" /></a></div><br />Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-17249501975586778172015-12-23T16:37:00.003+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.259+08:00Festive Greetings 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8YL_6SG47o/Vnpbf2NvyhI/AAAAAAAAFTM/gb6Yru1zieI/s1600/ID-100295428%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8YL_6SG47o/Vnpbf2NvyhI/AAAAAAAAFTM/gb6Yru1zieI/s320/ID-100295428%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wishing everyone a happy and safe Christmas. It's summer in Australia. I think it's going to be a hot one.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RetRk4egpME/VnpcC6ygi-I/AAAAAAAAFTU/2ZkE9s1rO6A/s1600/ID-100169773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RetRk4egpME/VnpcC6ygi-I/AAAAAAAAFTU/2ZkE9s1rO6A/s320/ID-100169773.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bfbfbf; font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #BFBFBF; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: background1; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;">freedigitalphotos<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-83559943107452422102015-11-28T21:23:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.367+08:00That Time of Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omNkfttFhQc/VkyNb6g0c6I/AAAAAAAAFRM/jrZn84YGWyw/s1600/ID-100249907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omNkfttFhQc/VkyNb6g0c6I/AAAAAAAAFRM/jrZn84YGWyw/s320/ID-100249907.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bfbfbf; font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #BFBFBF; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: background1; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Pictures:FreeDigitalPhotos.net.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The year has sped by and summer is almost here. Unfortunately, the fire season has already commenced with many fires across the state of Western Australia and in other parts of the country. Some lives and homes have been lost and there have been crop losses and property damage. At the beginning of the year, we were evacuated from our home because of out of control bush fires. We've been evacuated before but the fire came too close for comfort this time. I think it's taken me the remainder of the year to get over it. I haven't had the concentration to write much and now fire season begins again...</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">One can only prepare for these events. I know what to pack and where everything is but it is still a harrowing experience. Let's pray we don't have to go through it this summer.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">My novel <i><a href="http://www.jeanettehornby.com.au/books/view/grapevines-and-gumtrees"><span style="color: #351c75;">Grapevines and Gum Trees</span></a></i> touches briefly on the Ash Wednesday fires in South Australia in 1983. A reminder that the threat of fire is a continuous one. Be safe everyone. </span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><br /></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-2569293237825284422015-02-24T14:28:00.003+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.501+08:00Serendipity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jeanettehornby.com.au/books/view/serendipity"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGsm1_HsIRQ/VOwYHfx5XrI/AAAAAAAAFP8/QRVsOr4If8c/s1600/shutterstock_28805428%2B(2)%2B(724x1024).jpg" height="320" width="226" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, I've finally opened the manuscript. It's been a while. This is the first complete novel I ever wrote. Quite a few years ago now. I had to laugh. One of my characters was writing a note to let her house mates know where she was going. Might just change that to a text I think. Haha. It's amazing how mobile phones have changed our society. I wonder what other 'treasures' I'll find. </div><br />Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-26378437112314623122015-01-26T14:44:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.608+08:00Australia Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0RwjVMXwmc/VMXeqnG5f2I/AAAAAAAAFPc/nD9h0QIHAuw/s1600/aust%2Bface.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0RwjVMXwmc/VMXeqnG5f2I/AAAAAAAAFPc/nD9h0QIHAuw/s1600/aust%2Bface.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>Advance Australia Fair</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Australians all let us rejoice,</div><div style="text-align: center;">For we are young and free;</div><div style="text-align: center;">We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our home is girt by sea;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our land abounds in nature’s gifts</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of beauty rich and rare;</div><div style="text-align: center;">In history’s page, let every stage</div><div style="text-align: center;">Advance Australia Fair.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In joyful strains then let us sing,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Advance Australia Fair.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beneath our radiant Southern Cross</div><div style="text-align: center;">We’ll toil with hearts and hands;</div><div style="text-align: center;">To make this Commonwealth of ours</div><div style="text-align: center;">Renowned of all the lands;</div><div style="text-align: center;">For those who’ve come across the seas</div><div style="text-align: center;">We’ve boundless plains to share;</div><div style="text-align: center;">With courage let us all combine</div><div style="text-align: center;">To Advance Australia Fair.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In joyful strains then let us sing,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Advance Australia Fair.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><o:p></o:p><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>‘Advance Australia Fair’</b> is the national anthem of Australia. A revised version of a late nineteenth century patriotic song, it was officially declared the national anthem on 19 April 1984.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>The composer</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Peter Dodds McCormick, a Scot, composed ‘Advance Australia Fair’ under the pen-name ‘Amicus’ (amicus is the Latin word for ‘friend’). It was first performed in Sydney on Saint Andrew’s Day, 1878. An amended version was also sung by a choir of 10,000 at the inauguration of the Commonwealth of Australia on 1 January, 1901. In 1907, the Australian Government awarded McCormick £100 for his composition. Peter McCormick died in 1916 and ‘Advance Australia Fair’ became free of copyright in 1966. The Commonwealth of Australia, however, does copyright the officially proclaimed lyrics and particular arrangements of music. Non-commercial public use of the anthem is permitted, but commercial use requires permission.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Some of the original words of the song have been changed for the official version. ‘Australia’s sons let us rejoice’ was the original first line; this has been replaced with ‘Australians all let us rejoice’. In the third verse of the original song, two lines were changed—‘To make our youthful Commonwealth’ became ‘To make this Commonwealth of ours’, and ‘For loyal sons beyond the seas’ became ‘For those who’ve come across the seas’.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>How ‘Advance Australia Fair’ became the national anthem</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The official anthem was ‘God Save the Queen’ (or ‘King’) from 1788 to 1974, although numerous commercial and official competitions were held over the years to find a substitute. The first was held in 1840.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">John Dunmore Lang, who published an ‘Australian Anthem’ and an ‘Australian Hymn’ in 1826, was an early advocate of a distinctively Australian anthem. ‘The Song of Australia’ was written in 1859 by Caroline Carleton, and it was suggested to the Prime Minister in 1929 as a possible national anthem.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The issue of a truly national anthem was raised persistently before the 1956 Olympic Games, which were held in Melbourne. ‘Advance Australia Fair’ and ‘Waltzing Matilda’ were the two songs most strongly favoured then as the new anthem. ‘Waltzing Matilda’ was composed in 1895, with lyrics by one of Australia’s best known poets, AB ‘Banjo’ Paterson.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">On Australia Day, 26 January, in 1972, the number of entries (more than 400) received in an Australia-wide national anthem quest gave an indication of the interest in a new anthem.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Exactly a year later a government-sponsored competition was announced, which drew 2500 entries for the words and 1300 for the music. The judges selected six entries for the words, but rejected all the musical entries.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>The polls and what followed</b><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The quest for an Australian national anthem continued. In 1974 a public opinion poll sampled an estimated 60 000 people to select from three possible anthems: ‘Advance Australia Fair’, ‘Waltzing Matilda’ and ‘Song of Australia’. ‘Advance Australia Fair’ polled 51.4 per cent. Following this result the then Prime Minister, Gough Whitlam, announced that ‘Advance Australia Fair’ would be the national anthem, except on specifically Royal occasions, when both it and ‘God Save the Queen’ would be played.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In 1976, after a change of government, ‘God Save the Queen’ was reinstated for Royal, vice-regal, defence and loyal toast occasions, with ‘Advance Australia Fair’ to be played on all other official occasions.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In May 1977, however, a national poll was conducted to ascertain the public choice of a national song. This time more than seven million people were issued with ballot papers. The results were: ‘Advance Australia Fair’ 43.2 per cent, ‘Waltzing Matilda’ 28.3 per cent, ‘God Save the Queen’ 18.7 per cent and ‘Song of Australia’ 9.6 per cent. Despite the poll results, adoption of the new national anthem met widespread opposition.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">It was not until April 1984 that the Governor-General issued a proclamation that ‘God Save the Queen’ was designated the Royal Anthem, to be played at public engagements in Australia attended by the members of the Royal family. ‘Advance Australia Fair’ was finally declared to be the Australian national anthem.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Usually ‘God Save the Queen’ is played at the start of Royal functions and ‘Advance Australia Fair’ at the end, unless it is more appropriate to play both anthems at the start. ‘Advance Australia Fair’ is played at all other official functions.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Information taken from: <a href="http://www.dfat.gov.au/facts/nat_anthem.html">http://www.dfat.gov.au/facts/nat_anthem.html</a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-17991232594698323012014-12-13T21:42:00.002+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.716+08:00Festive Greetings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlP_kjyvxpQ/VIw_wp4FioI/AAAAAAAAFO4/lIU1z7IO8vE/s1600/ID-100134648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlP_kjyvxpQ/VIw_wp4FioI/AAAAAAAAFO4/lIU1z7IO8vE/s1600/ID-100134648.jpg" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #7f7f7f; font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #7F7F7F; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=50000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: background1; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 128;">freedigitalphotos<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, the end of the year is fast approaching. It's been a busy, chaotic year but many lessons have been learnt and new friendships formed. I hope to start editing my next novel, Serendipity, which is set in Busselton, Western Australia. This is the first novel I actually completed many years ago so I'm eager to reconnect with the characters. The cover hasn't been designed yet but I have a general idea of how I want it to look. There will be a boat! Can't wait to see what my cover artist comes up with. She's a talented lady and designed my last cover. Pretty, don't you think?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jeanettehornby.com.au/books/view/escape-down-under"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHdpRQSrLgE/VIxAmOVULzI/AAAAAAAAFPA/gk_Q-PBsGE4/s1600/escape%2Bdown%2Bunder%2Bprint%2B(2)%2B(398x600).jpg" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas and Happy Holiday Season!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-23670292927523869082014-11-11T16:09:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.822+08:00Remembrance Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yu7L3cn3LA4/VGHDd89GKlI/AAAAAAAAFOo/UVI63_RzQ6E/s1600/poppy3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yu7L3cn3LA4/VGHDd89GKlI/AAAAAAAAFOo/UVI63_RzQ6E/s1600/poppy3.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them. Lest We Forget<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-25806982882843421802014-10-14T20:46:00.002+08:002018-08-31T19:09:43.930+08:00Goodreads Winner!<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdjsbjEiT9n8SS_QkiqeTK8oh4WWgvjfTZnyxAI_Gji7jcFwtr0VSZtGmPivVl8W3Hs-5cK2joG3YH5y77JebE9MVkizmYuigNgzOPoVGhoLRJewhuehCc53xa6ryyZ7fgfuysCNNfH3W/s1600/escape+down+under+print+(600x447).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdjsbjEiT9n8SS_QkiqeTK8oh4WWgvjfTZnyxAI_Gji7jcFwtr0VSZtGmPivVl8W3Hs-5cK2joG3YH5y77JebE9MVkizmYuigNgzOPoVGhoLRJewhuehCc53xa6ryyZ7fgfuysCNNfH3W/s1600/escape+down+under+print+(600x447).jpg" height="238" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Congratulations Lola!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You will be receiving a paperback copy of </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">'Escape Down Under'.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The gorgeous cover was designed by </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.darkdawncreations.com/">Dark Dawn Creations</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I hope you enjoy the story.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-78554083120564512092014-09-23T16:15:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:44.038+08:00Blonde or Brunette?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jeanettehornby.com.au/books/view/serendipity"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02WLZ5ulwos/VCEpbPaGCrI/AAAAAAAAFNY/rz1P6c1C3P0/s1600/shutterstock_28805428%2B(2)%2B(724x1024).jpg" height="320" width="226" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I'm currently taking a break from writing but that doesn't mean I've stopped thinking about my next project. The first draft of 'Serendipity' has been written but I have a long way to go before publication. I have also started to think about hair colour. The main female character has been written as a blonde and the main male character has black hair but I'm now leaning toward having the female character as a brunette. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">This was the first novel I wrote, many years ago, so it needs a lot of tweaking. What is your preference? Blonde or brunette?</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-82076161744069847052014-09-04T21:41:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:44.147+08:00Being Creative<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlBbopfudzI/VAcgsj5xQdI/AAAAAAAAFLs/jcDtITOxAcA/s1600/beads%2B(500x438).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlBbopfudzI/VAcgsj5xQdI/AAAAAAAAFLs/jcDtITOxAcA/s1600/beads%2B(500x438).jpg" height="280" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">My latest novel ‘Escape Down Under’ has just been released.</span></div><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jeanettehornby.com.au/books/view/escape-down-under"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHPOpJtvWws9oy-IeTk8EC_Fkdzc7pWq7tmv-bOGHBZ9394TeBkDHfrzd-uhDYXdJssg2WzmvERQwfxYq_iYkxnzRmqhfHuc3QW4x2lToPCs4XAGGxFf_Oy6nEm9kTCivb6ONMnJvQ7GL/s1600/Escape+down+under+createspace+front+cover+(3)X%2B(411x640).jpg" height="320" width="205" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">It is the fifth book I've published since 2010 and I’ve decided to have a little break before jumping into my next Work-In-Progress. The sixth novel ‘Serendipity’ has been written but needs a lot of work before publication. So, in the meantime, I have swapped the keyboard for my crafting tools. I rarely watch TV so making beaded bookmarks and a variety of trinkets keeps me busy. </span></div><o:p></o:p></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tools of the trade</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ac9N4choRfRD1zHUlfOi3GssUFhlOVXbGYnbilu4oCW6Ok72_2Wif5Pon7aCXxWgTo3aYavsZbai2AqCKjoEfe6vsZEeeimpd_8onDX6h-jnj3fdvvz2MbO9ZoQ1QtHoC0KsO-OyUYti/s1600/jj+cute+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ac9N4choRfRD1zHUlfOi3GssUFhlOVXbGYnbilu4oCW6Ok72_2Wif5Pon7aCXxWgTo3aYavsZbai2AqCKjoEfe6vsZEeeimpd_8onDX6h-jnj3fdvvz2MbO9ZoQ1QtHoC0KsO-OyUYti/s1600/jj+cute+078.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKZU7xORu9nfGfYpSVXjxsQZf5x7IXbsOJ5w0QdRVkArtaVEvnCEpCDdtnUroGZFGE1STXT3GSbSTMCN_BRjqFZhDscHanbIFAnIQ2DlBRQ1-MpqFGvk1zhFLVh0-JpUnGLAeBvTh7HSE/s1600/jj+cute+077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKZU7xORu9nfGfYpSVXjxsQZf5x7IXbsOJ5w0QdRVkArtaVEvnCEpCDdtnUroGZFGE1STXT3GSbSTMCN_BRjqFZhDscHanbIFAnIQ2DlBRQ1-MpqFGvk1zhFLVh0-JpUnGLAeBvTh7HSE/s1600/jj+cute+077.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kl37TZSIkTc/VAhcv0YSFgI/AAAAAAAAFL8/CHyh1f49X8k/s1600/jj%2Bcute%2B084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kl37TZSIkTc/VAhcv0YSFgI/AAAAAAAAFL8/CHyh1f49X8k/s1600/jj%2Bcute%2B084.jpg" imageanchor="1"></a><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kl37TZSIkTc/VAhcv0YSFgI/AAAAAAAAFL8/CHyh1f49X8k/s1600/jj%2Bcute%2B084.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kl37TZSIkTc/VAhcv0YSFgI/AAAAAAAAFL8/CHyh1f49X8k/s1600/jj%2Bcute%2B084.jpg" height="320" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21.466665267944336px;"> I have a little etsy shop which is a lot of fun. You’re welcome to come by for a visit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21.466665267944336px;"> </span><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/BeadSparkleZ" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21.466665267944336px;">https://www.etsy.com/shop/BeadSparkleZ</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><!-- Blogger automated replacement: "https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-kl37TZSIkTc%2FVAhcv0YSFgI%2FAAAAAAAAFL8%2FCHyh1f49X8k%2Fs1600%2Fjj%252Bcute%252B084.jpg&container=blogger&gadget=a&rewriteMime=image%2F*" with "https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kl37TZSIkTc/VAhcv0YSFgI/AAAAAAAAFL8/CHyh1f49X8k/s1600/jj%2Bcute%2B084.jpg" -->Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-76407372532491438872014-08-21T14:31:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:44.313+08:00No Regrets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today I'm sharing this Blog Post from Novel Rocket. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Click on 'Read More' at the end to go to their website.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_W3m7dBM4NGeTlJnOlFdOqJuY9ohN2CHK33cO3Xet4BNfH6VjgB4yFZmWF4mBtsxxwDugy1MVAtO4Mi3kEhbD2t3PqXl_NtbLV4dr7PQgkchIAC4GnujyNeZ9dU-G2XdX3dbvFaXMnR-/s1600/ed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_W3m7dBM4NGeTlJnOlFdOqJuY9ohN2CHK33cO3Xet4BNfH6VjgB4yFZmWF4mBtsxxwDugy1MVAtO4Mi3kEhbD2t3PqXl_NtbLV4dr7PQgkchIAC4GnujyNeZ9dU-G2XdX3dbvFaXMnR-/s1600/ed.JPG" height="320" width="295" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Edie Melson is the author of numerous books, as well as a freelance writer and editor. Her blog, <a href="http://www.thewriteconversation.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Write Conversation</a>, reaches thousands each month. She’s the co-director of the <a href="http://www.brmcwc.com/" target="_blank">Blue Ridge Mountains ChristianWriters Conference</a> and the Social Media Mentor at <a href="http://www.mybooktherapy.com/" target="_blank">My Book Therapy</a>. She’s also the Military Family Blogger at <a href="http://www.guideposts.org/blogs/while-they-serve" target="_blank">Guideposts. Com</a>, Social Media Director for <a href="http://www.southernwritersmagazine.com/" target="_blank">SouthernWriters Magazine</a> and the Senior Editor for <a href="http://www.novelrocket.com/">NovelRocket.com</a>. Connect with her on <a href="https://twitter.com/EdieMelson" target="_blank">Twitter</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/edie.melson" target="_blank">Facebook</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Life is full of regrets and the writer's life is no different. But since I'm a few years further down the path than a lot of you, I thought I'd share some things I wish I'd done differently. These are some regrets you don't have to have if you pay attention now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2BM7fGt9G39h8IRy6uMiUD7VAtBa7qMNgveehlfnJ77KJqLOUvhUgw-7GNg8DJJ7BkKO6NljwiqQ-rH3-XDDRpEMBEI9OSItzgZy-myxTsFlAH4F47tR927FJqQECB217Y2o6fU6n0xz/s1600/re.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2BM7fGt9G39h8IRy6uMiUD7VAtBa7qMNgveehlfnJ77KJqLOUvhUgw-7GNg8DJJ7BkKO6NljwiqQ-rH3-XDDRpEMBEI9OSItzgZy-myxTsFlAH4F47tR927FJqQECB217Y2o6fU6n0xz/s1600/re.jpg" height="216" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.novelrocket.com/2014/08/dont-look-back-on-your-writing-journey.html"><span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">Read more</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-46975084937625048532014-08-19T14:30:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:44.420+08:00Giveaway<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Print Copies of 'Escape Down Under' will arrive in Australia Soon. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They are already Available from </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Escape-Down-Under-Jeanette-Hornby/dp/1481031066/ref=tmm_pap_title_0"><span style="color: blue;">Amazon</span></a> and <a href="https://www.createspace.com/4062028"><span style="color: blue;">Createspace</span></a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm giving away a FREE copy on Goodreads. 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padding: 0 0 0 0 !important;"><h3 style="font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px; margin: 0; padding: 0;"> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22918120">Escape Down Under</a> </h3><h4 style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin: 0 0 10px; padding: 0;"> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5196461.Jeanette_Hornby" style="text-decoration: none;">Jeanette Hornby</a> </h4><div class="giveaway_details">Giveaway ends October 14, 2014. <br />See the <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/104274" style="text-decoration: none;">giveaway details</a> at Goodreads. </div></div><div style="clear: both;"></div><a class="goodreadsGiveawayWidgetEnterLink" href="https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/enter_choose_address/104274">Enter to win</a> </div></div><script charset="utf-8" src="https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/widget/104274" type="text/javascript"></script>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-80629492307815041422014-08-04T14:39:00.002+08:002018-08-31T19:09:44.526+08:00Escape Down Under - Chapter One<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sharing Chapter One of my latest release.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apAkLWLOf2s/U98oJz1ba8I/AAAAAAAAFIw/7I4ajyo7jGI/s1600/Escape+down+under+createspace+front+cover+(3)X+(411x640).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apAkLWLOf2s/U98oJz1ba8I/AAAAAAAAFIw/7I4ajyo7jGI/s1600/Escape+down+under+createspace+front+cover+(3)X+(411x640).jpg" height="320" width="205" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h1 align="center" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Toc390027066"></a></h1><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Copyright © 2014 by Jeanette Hornby</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><h1 align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">CHAPTER ONE</span></h1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“It’s bloody hot out there,” a man said as he walked into the airport terminal and wiped sweat from his brow.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> Susan Reynolds’ gaze moved to the glass door where she looked out at the blazing sun. The heat seemed to bounce off the ground and shimmer before her eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">When she left the cool confines of the airport foyer to join the taxi queue, she realised the man was right. ‘Hot’ was an understatement. Her cotton shirt grew damp with perspiration and it was hard to believe that only a few hours ago she’d been rugged up against the harsh English winter. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Thoughts of England squeezed the air from her lungs and she took a breath before brushing a weary hand across her forehead. Only God knew when her luggage would turn up. Fear of losing her prized possession made her heart thump. She exhaled slowly. She needed to leave the mayhem of the airport behind and find her hotel. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Finally, she was first in the queue and she quickly climbed into the waiting cab. The radio blared and a strong odour of nicotine stung her nostrils. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Where to, Miss?” the taxi driver asked in a gruff accent.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Susan located a crumpled piece of paper from her purse and read the address. “The Indian Ocean Hotel in Scarborough, please.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The taxi driver turned and smiled at her, his teeth like stucco. “That’ll cost you about fifty dollars.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Yes, fine.” She pulled her handkerchief from her pocket and wiped it over her face. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Buckle up,” the taxi driver told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She fumbled with the seatbelt. It had a greasy feel to it, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The taxi suddenly lurched and took off with speed while Susan grabbed at the leather upholstery to steady herself. The Aussies hadn’t lied about <i>Mad Max’s</i> driving skills. It seemed he was alive and well, and driving this taxi. She hung on tightly as the cab raced forward.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">When the taxi finally slowed with the line of traffic, she wasn’t sure if she should relax or prepare herself for the next onslaught. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She took a calming breath and looked out at the surroundings through the taxi window. It was all traffic and buildings, not the wide open spaces she’d imagined. Perhaps that was only in the brochures. She sighed in disappointment. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The sway of the taxi made her eyelids heavy and she longed desperately for sleep. The remainder of the journey went by in a blur.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Here you are,” the driver said as the cab stopped.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Susan looked up at the hotel. The tall, obtrusive building looked like it was still wedged securely in the ’70s.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Are you orright?” the driver asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She would have to get used to the way the Aussies strangled the English language. She nodded. “How much do I owe you?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Forty-nine seventy,” the man answered. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She searched through her purse for the right note. Luckily, she had remembered to exchange some currency at the airport.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Thank you,” she said as she handed him the money. The taxi driver gave her some change and she climbed out of the car. She stretched her back before walking quickly into the hotel to escape the heat. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Refreshing cool air circulated throughout the lobby and Susan let out a huge sigh of relief. Her low heels clip-clopped across the polished floorboards to the jarrah-topped counter. An attractive brunette sat behind the desk. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Can I help you?” the woman asked in an accent far removed from that of the taxi driver. Her name tag read, “Elizabeth”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Yes. I booked over the internet.” Susan handed over the confirmation letter. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Let’s see,” Elizabeth said as she turned to her computer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Susan took the opportunity to look around her. The entire ceiling was covered in dark wood panelling and so were most of the walls down the hall. The plain circular clock showed three-fifteen.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Here we are. You’re on the second floor, room two-zero-seven.” Elizabeth pushed a piece of paper in front of Susan and handed her a pen. “Please sign this form.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Susan’s sweaty fingers fought with the pen as she signed her name. Messy, but that would have to do. It seemed strange to be using her maiden name again. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Elizabeth handed her the key to her room. “Do you have luggage?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“No. It didn’t arrive with my flight.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Oh, dear,” Elizabeth said, sympathetically. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Is there anywhere I can buy something to drink?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Elizabeth pointed down the hall. “Walk through the hallway and turn right. We have a fully stocked bar. Call out if no one’s at the counter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Susan was relieved. “Thank you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">It was a short walk to the bar. She noticed the outdated furniture and fittings but everything looked clean and neat. Several black-and-white photographs hung on the wall, one section showcasing the hotel’s history, another section, it’s proposed future development.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Can I help you?” someone asked from behind the counter. A short, shapely woman with kohl darkened eyes, piercings in her brow, and black-dyed hair gazed at Susan and waited for a response. Yet another era jammed into the room. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Susan decided against buying alcohol. “I’d like a bottle of lemonade.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Of course, Madam.” The twang of her voice seemed at odds with the term of address. She retrieved a bottle and handed it to Susan.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Thank you. Can you put it on my bill? Room, two-zero-seven.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Of course. Please sign the docket.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">After signing her name, Susan smiled. “Thanks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The woman gave her a quick nod and continued with her tasks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Susan soon found the elevator and closed her eyes as it moved to her floor. Relief and fear battled in the pit of her stomach. She was alone, just as she had planned for so long, but the stark reality of it did nothing to ease the doubts circling in her mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The elevator signalled its arrival with a <i>ding</i>and she opened her eyes. Soon, she was safely in her room with the air conditioner on, and she quickly took a sip of her lemonade. The sweet liquid eased its way down her dry throat before she turned on the TV.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“And it seems we will be in for another scorcher tomorrow,” said the woman on the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Unexpectedly, the small room closed in on Susan, and she struggled to breathe. To distract herself, she walked quickly out to the balcony. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"> As the full force of the heat hit her again, she gripped the balcony wall and tried to concentrate on the view. From this angle, all she could see was the hotel’s swimming pool. It was flanked by a couple of palm trees and was oddly comforting. She let herself be lulled by the calm blue water and wished she had a swimsuit to change into.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The warm gusty breeze brushed over her skin and she thought of what she had overcome. Soon, her breathing returned to normal. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She re-entered the room and moved to the bathroom where the reflection in the mirror showed her tousled blonde tresses. She shrugged at her unruly appearance, undressed, and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel. She turned on the tap, washed her underwear in the basin, and wrung it out before moving it to the balcony. With this heat, her clothing should be dry in no time. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">There was no clothes line so she placed the damp garments over a plastic chair in the corner and went back inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She sat on the edge of the bed and pondered the day’s events.<span style="color: red;"> </span>It had been a long journey and the airport terminal had been chaotic.<span style="color: red;"> </span>There had been so many people and so many different nationalities. She hadn’t expected that. She’d always thought of Australia as some sparsely populated, distant land. <span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">And here she was without any luggage. “Twenty-four to forty-eight hours,” the woman behind the airport desk had told her. What would she do until then? Thank God, she still had her handbag.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Everything suddenly seemed surreal. Had she truly done it? Was she actually, finally, on Australian soil? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">“Join us tomorrow at Myers and grab a bargain,” said a voice on the TV. The distinct Australian twang hit home, and she knew no dream could be this vivid. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She longed to sleep but she was so wound up she knew it would be pointless to even attempt it. Instead, she channel-hopped and marvelled at the difference of the Australian culture to her own. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">An hour passed quickly and her gaze moved to the balcony. She remembered her underwear and pulled the towel tight around her as she made her way outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She gathered her dry lingerie and turned to go back inside when she heard masculine voices. Intrigued, she walked to the edge of the balcony wall and peeked over but she couldn’t quite see. As she leaned over, her towel began to slip and she grabbed it but the quick movement loosened her grip on her underwear. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">A strong gust of wind took hold of her panties and she grasped at the air to no avail. “Oh, no!” she cried as her panties floated gracefully below. When they landed at the feet of a passer-by, she recoiled in horror. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The man reached for them and looked up. Susan was rooted to the spot, her face aflame, as their eyes met. The pull of his gaze made her gasp. She stared wordlessly as she took in his darkly arresting appearance. Every muscle was defined under his close-fitting white shirt, and his blue jeans revealed the strength of his limbs. Everything about him screamed masculinity. Susan closed her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">A smile spread across the man’s face as he held up the renegade panties and she wanted to…she struggled for breath…she wanted to die! She did the next best thing and ran into her room, slamming the door shut. Her heart beat wildly. She wanted to cry but began to laugh instead.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">As she thought of her predicament, she was instantly quiet, and hugged herself with trembling arms. She was alone in a strange country with no friends, no luggage, and now, no panties. What had she done? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She rubbed her temples where a dormant migraine was stirring, moved slowly back to the door of the balcony, and peeked out. She couldn’t see anyone which was probably just as well. What would she say anyway? <i>“Excuse me, Sir, may I have my panties?” </i>She shook her head. It could only happen to her. What now? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">She collapsed onto the bed and the image of a tall, dark-haired, extremely masculine man, clutching her silky, hot-pink panties sprung to mind. That image would forever be burned in her memory. 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She closed her eyes tight and let exhaustion overcome her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Click here to purchase: </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LJ23CSK">Amazon</a> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/436487?ref=JHornby">Smashwords</a> <br /><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/escape-down-under/id896725966?mt=11">iTunes</a><br /><br />I'm giving away 5 ebooks from Smashwords and 5 ebooks from Amazon. <br />G+,Tweet, or Share on FB to be in the draw.<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Winners announced 1st September </span><span style="font-size: large;">- the first day of Spring in Australia.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 22.7pt;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-53396255349548103012014-07-29T09:33:00.001+08:002018-08-31T19:09:44.636+08:00Beautifully Forgotten - New Release<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZtizkabrInl_PtJtvM1kMj3bFR8Hb3mSlN_t4o9E8jgORTyhwNnvvLueC07PciiGlzy2fqC7-7xRyCmu85Sr1NigdyPl6LNGY4CR3AWPDIMYi5RApC2XoCRIEJuOgpaLxEWc9IAVWOI/s1600/Banner+Beautifully+Forgotten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZtizkabrInl_PtJtvM1kMj3bFR8Hb3mSlN_t4o9E8jgORTyhwNnvvLueC07PciiGlzy2fqC7-7xRyCmu85Sr1NigdyPl6LNGY4CR3AWPDIMYi5RApC2XoCRIEJuOgpaLxEWc9IAVWOI/s1600/Banner+Beautifully+Forgotten.jpg" height="146" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beautifully-Forgotten-Damaged-L-A-Fiore-ebook/dp/B00ICU2PN0/ref=as_sl_pc_qf_sp_asin_til?tag=jeanehornb-20&linkCode=w00&linkId=JT4WEJ2BRIM7KBZP&creativeASIN=B00ICU2PN0"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSLSf5kl5ziF5VCEp0lskLO3okB2DlMxBcx8kZfx-9De_2isYroUgkvmrh8BvH93YrVL5tg_vpFbZdc64TrqK2jacAOMdiVdD4EV_-rjfb2Ry81a8kI_x0Qg_4UMz_6jOyFe4mUxJDyMU/s1600/BF+Cover.jpg" height="640" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Title: Beautifully Forgotten</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Series: Beautifully Damaged #2</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Author: L.A. Fiore</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span></strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Release Date: July 29</strong></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>, 2014</strong></span></span></span> </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #291a80; font-family: "ABOVEA DEMO VERSION"; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">SYNOPSIS</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">Successful restaurateur Lucien Black’s blue-green eyes and unattainable attitude drive women wild. But his abandonment issues and criminal past have left him emotionally closed off. When a familiar face shows up for a job interview at his nightclub, the ache he has tried to forget tears at his heart—it’s the girl who once healed him…and then abandoned him.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Darcy MacBride still remembers Lucien’s delicate touch when they were both wildly in love teenagers. His gorgeous eyes had soothed her hurt after she’d been dumped off at the orphanage where Lucien lived. Darcy felt his jagged edges fit perfectly into her own, and she’d planned to spend the rest of her life with him—until a mysterious man warned her away. Now, fourteen years later, she’s ready to endure the torture of Lucien’s indifference and having him as her boss…just to be near him. But when it seems that they might finally take up where they left off, a devastating secret buried in their past threatens to tear them apart again.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em><strong>L.A. 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font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Lucien watched as Darcy struggled to get the printer working. Even from his distance he could hear the cursing, which made him smile. It had been a week since their relationship had taken a very pleasant turn. She was still just as feisty as he remembered and it wasn’t hard for him to recall why he had fallen for her in the first place. Their sparring was verbal foreplay and he fucking craved it. His eyes moved over her. Her body was nothing like the one he had known, with curves that his hands itched to touch. Her hair was up, though he preferred it down, and tendrils were falling out of the twist. He remembered vividly the sight of it spread out over his pillow.<br /> <br /> He had to admit that she was still just as interesting to him as she had been at fourteen. Despite everything, she was still his Darcy—sweet, witty, and guileless, except at the moment. She looked about ready to torch the printer, so he moved to help her. As he approached, she was actually staring into the paper tray, yelling at the creatures that lived inside it.<br /> <br /> He chuckled, which must have taken her by surprise, because she leaped backward and landed on his foot.<br /> <br /> “Fuck!” he cursed.<br /> <br /> “Sorry.”<br /> <br /> He looked down at her strappy sandals with heels high enough to stake a vampire and had a vision of those legs draped over his shoulders. Instantly, he was hard.<br /> <br /> “I was going to offer to help you. The printer can be temperamental, but now I’m bleeding out from a stab wound.”<br /> <br /> She didn’t miss a beat. “It probably didn’t even break the skin. What is it you guys say? Rub some dirt into it.”<br /> <br /> He eyed her shoes. “Those things should be listed as lethal weapons.”<br /> <br /> “Hardly. There are far cheaper ways to kill someone.” She bent to stare into the printer again and Lucien took the opportunity to check out the curve of her ass in the little black skirt she wore.<br /> <br /> “Stop checking out my ass and help me.”<br /> <br /> Not at all repentant for getting caught staring, he replied easily, “It’s a paper jam.”<br /> <br /> He thought he was being helpful and when she straightened slowly, he entertained the notion that she was struggling with the need to throw herself into his arms in gratitude.<br /> <br /> One look at her face, though, and he knew he wasn’t going to be copping a feel.<br /> <br /> “Your powers of deduction are astounding. Seriously, you should give a seminar on mastering the obvious.”<br /> <br /> He tried not to laugh, but he lost that battle. And she responded by flaying a layer of skin off him with her sharp tongue. <br /> <br /> “I know it’s a paper jam, Sherlock, I just can’t find it.”<br /> <br /> “It’s usually in the back,” Lucien said as he reached for the back of the printer, his arm brushing up against her on purpose. Darcy’s inhaled breath in response had his balls tightening. He dislodged the paper and pulled it free.<br /> <br /> He turned to her with a smug smile, which she returned with uncanny accuracy before she said, “Thanks. I almost lost my cool.”<br /> <br /> “Almost?”<br /> <br /> A slight smile touched her lips. “I should go restart my print job.”<br /> <br /> “Probably, unless you can get the little men in the printer to do it.”<br /> <br /> Brownies.”<br /> <br /> “What?”<br /> <br /> She laughed. “Not the baked goods, the little mischievous mystical creatures.”<br /> <br /> “They live in my printer?”<br /> <br /> “Maybe.” She started away, but stopped and turned to him.“Thanks.”<br /> <br /> “Have dinner with me tonight.”<br /> <br /> She eyed him through her lashes before she said, “You’re on.”<br /> <br /> And then she turned and disappeared into her office.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rfAWkxKJ8hwazbJEuCHO-nHi3TBVDMJCTjJDUbmk1KtzE46Ol6WcxM0GrcR963KpptQsjNK069LsaGbQplxUtBzBN1wjeWzEVSMx0ZbnQYgh5ZaMtgjTBbDnhFUGicaSDQFH4o9SYeE/s1600/BF+Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rfAWkxKJ8hwazbJEuCHO-nHi3TBVDMJCTjJDUbmk1KtzE46Ol6WcxM0GrcR963KpptQsjNK069LsaGbQplxUtBzBN1wjeWzEVSMx0ZbnQYgh5ZaMtgjTBbDnhFUGicaSDQFH4o9SYeE/s1600/BF+Collage.jpg" height="147" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #291a80; font-family: "ABOVEA DEMO VERSION"; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">AUTHOR BIO</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">L.A. 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In simple, yet bold colours and pictures, the story enfolds in both English and Italian. Based on a fable from Italy’s southern region of Apulia, Pizzica Pizzica is a dance ritual providing an antidote to the venom of the Tarantula spider.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">What I loved about this story was its connection to my own southern Italian heritage of Calabria. We know the dance as the Tarantella. I also loved reading the story in Italian as well as English. I hope to share the story with my grandson as he gets older.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MM1W0svQ2bQ/U8N8OVJPraI/AAAAAAAAFIE/eXsxofVKPCI/s1600/stars+(285x69).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MM1W0svQ2bQ/U8N8OVJPraI/AAAAAAAAFIE/eXsxofVKPCI/s1600/stars+(285x69).jpg" height="48" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIXKWlvd5ck/U8NyKdksBeI/AAAAAAAAFH0/riwhafrIf6g/s1600/hayley+egan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIXKWlvd5ck/U8NyKdksBeI/AAAAAAAAFH0/riwhafrIf6g/s1600/hayley+egan.jpg" height="320" width="214" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Hayley Egan is an artist, musician, author and mother of two. She is the author of bilingual children’s book <a href="http://hayleyeganart.com/books/books/">‘Pizzica Pizzica’</a>, and is currently in the initial stages of her second project.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Her journey with bilingualism commenced in 2003 with travel to <a href="http://hayleyeganart.com/2014/04/07/siena/">Siena</a>, Italy, the beginning of a long and complex relationship with the Italian culture that would involve a degree in Italian studies, raising two <a href="http://hayleyeganart.com/2014/06/07/being-bilingual/">bilingual children</a>, and an obsession with food that is probably difficult for some to understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">In 2008 she moved to <a href="http://hayleyeganart.com/2011/10/20/little-boxes/">Valladolid, Spain</a> where she lived with her partner musician and ethnomusicologist Salvatore Rossano, who founded the international world music/jazz ensemble <a href="http://www.azzband.com/">AzzBand</a>. Both Hayley and Salvatore performed with this group during the 5 years they lived in Spain.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">During this time, Hayley also worked as a freelance artist, taught English, studied art history at the University of Salamanca, developed a series of bilingual art workshops for children, and became a mother to Coco, who was <a href="http://hayleyeganart.com/2011/03/10/cocos-birth-story/">born at home</a> in Valladolid.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">In 2013 the family moved across the world to Melbourne Australia, where they<a href="http://hayleyeganart.com/2013/08/26/here-comes-the-sun-or-the-birth-of-ravi/"> welcomed Ravi</a>, also born peacefully at home. They now live in a <a href="http://hayleyeganart.com/2014/05/21/here-and-there/">country town</a> outside Melbourne.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Hayley currently dedicates her time to painting, music, picture book making, and her family.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"><a href="http://hayleyeganart.com/">Hayley's Website</a></span><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pizzica-Hayley-Egan/dp/0646906992/ref=as_sl_pc_qf_sp_asin_til?tag=jeanehornb-20&linkCode=w00&linkId=RME6KTQ76ASABIF3&creativeASIN=0646906992"><span style="font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-83641477227469902342014-07-04T22:34:00.003+08:002018-08-31T19:09:44.851+08:00A Good Read<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>4 Stars</b></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/964270610"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHvj1MShlF9fTRKmqAmW8IRtlLCslDSsO3fIizT1zJpHoZE78N38CuyY-xMCg69jkyPZw_WDc2OhniUJ8J_JSHNY_I0pJppAhrw4MGfAO5mbIoFSMpefI1UyJ9ukvOY9AjsQ8u4E6AGEE/s1600/lk+cover+(1).jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">An enjoyable read. All tales were interesting and unique with engaging situations and characters. The shorter stories had me wanting more, a testament to the good writing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1696094027819626193.post-12374393064404009622014-06-17T22:41:00.002+08:002018-08-31T19:09:44.955+08:00Covered<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">After releasing my first two novels, I learned a valuable lesson. The reader wants to see the 'hero'. Luckily for me, I have a type, and that type is Jimmy Thomas. I also used Jimmy on my novel, <span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Candy's Man. </i>I must say, he is a talking point. What do you think?</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jeanettehornby.com.au/books/view/escape-down-under"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8FYjFXAYd4/U6BNMkMIWuI/AAAAAAAAFGI/TedOkE8UZaE/s1600/escape+down+under+print+(2).jpg" height="238" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The complete cover of my WIP for print. To be released soon.</span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you to Dawn from Dark Dawn Creations </div><div style="color: #333333; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.darkdawncreations.com/" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">http://www.darkdawncreations.com/</a></div><div style="color: #333333; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #333333; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: #333333; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div>Jeanette Hornbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13204563462060276398noreply@blogger.com4