My Friday Read this week is All That The Heart Desires by June Moonbridge. June started to write in high school and was criticised by her teacher. Stubborn as she is, that didn't stop her. Under different pen names, she had stories published in magazines, and then went on to publish three books. All That The Heart Desires is her latest book.
At twenty-five, Desire Hart has experienced enough grief for a lifetime.
Changing everything in her life - her identity, her hometown and her country of residence, Desire is determined that nothing will prevent her achieving from finding her missing son. Not even love.
On a spring evening, she meets the golden boy of F1 racing, Lorcan Shore, and finds herself falling for him. Struggling to suppress her feelings, she realises he could help her get closer to the child she believes is her long lost son.
But nothing goes according to plan. Her identity is revealed by the press, Lorcan has a terrifying accident, and the trail to her son finishes in another dead end. So Desire does what she does best - she runs away.
Set against the glamorous backdrops of Monaco, Paris and Nice, ‘All That the Heart Desires’ mixes romance and mystery as Desire struggles to come to terms with her past.
Will she allow herself to accept love into her life again?
Here's an extract to whet your appetite.
…It took most of my strength to get out of bed. Although I spotted my shoes by the bed, I stayed barefooted. While still feeling dizzy, the previous evening came back slowly to me. I started to count how many glasses of champagne I’d had, but it was just too much for me to remember.
Looking around the room again, I tried to think where I was. How had I got here? Who’d undressed me? My eyes stopped on the bed I’d slept in. It was messy, but not only on the side where I slept, but on the other too.
A name finally surfaced from my heavy head. Lorcan. I’d left the Crest Charity Ball with him. The next question that came to my mind was: Where the hell is Harry? Why didn’t he come to get me? He knew who accompanied me when I left.
Seeing myself in the mirror made me grimace. I tried to get my hair sorted at least, and I started to comb it with my hands but it was far too knotty. So I picked up a ribbon that I’d had in my hair the previous night and made myself a firm knot at the base of my neck. I felt a little better, but the taste in my mouth was awful and I was still unaware of where I was or what time it was.
I could hear someone talking on the other side of the door: Harry and Lorcan. How much conversation I’d missed I didn’t know.
“I don’t understand,” I heard Harry say. Lorcan answered him with a question.
“I don’t understand how she fell asleep in the car. She drank two, maybe three glasses of champagne … Alright, there was that glass of brandy in the car…”
“What? How much?”
“She drank a glass of brandy in the car and those two glasses at the table…” Harry’s voice was a little broken. And then silence again. I wondered myself how much I’d drunk and was unable to recollect, but was pretty sure I drank a lot more than Harry said. The painful throbbing in my head was proof of that.
“From the moment I arrived, she drank at least six glasses of champagne. How much she had drunk before—I’m not sure. The last one…”
“What did you say?”
I could just imagine the astonished expression on Harry’s face. I sighed. The men didn’t know I was awake or that I was listening to their conversation.
“You heard me. It looks like she’s not accustomed to heavy drinking. So what made her drink?” Lorcan’s voice was calm.
Silence again. I started to wonder if Harry would tell him what was going on in our life to make me behave the way I did. So much was going on, not least Lorcan Shore!
“I’m not the one to tell you. She’ll have to tell you herself. If she wants to.” I had a hard job hearing Harry’s quietly spoken voice. “What I think is … and don’t misunderstand me … but getting involved with you doesn’t help her at all. We’ll solve her problems alone.”
I realised we were on a slippery slope. I had to stop myself from entering the sitting room.
“What problems?” The tone of Lorcan’s voice changed. I didn’t like it. No one liked to hear that someone had problems…
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June was born in June and she always loved the moon. She comes from Slovenia, a country which got its independence almost three decades ago.
She studied economics, and quickly realised she hated it. Afterwards, she found herself working in a mainly male-dominated businesses; at first in automotive and later steel products. She can choose the best steel for your project, but don't, please don't, ask her which lipstick brand you should use.
After having two children, and learning that her second child has autism, she married their father and carried on working. Work and family life left her with little free time. But the desire to write didn't die. When life somehow sorted itself out, she decided to write a novel in English and her first submissions were rejected... Luckily, she didn't give up.
I asked June to tell us more about herself
Have you always wanted to be a writer?
I always hoped to be one. Now I hope that someday (soon) I’ll be able to say ‘good-bye’ to my day job … before I retire… ;)
Has any author inspired you?
More or less I was inspired by each and every author I read novels from. Some showed me how I want to write (and I hope I do) and some showed me how I don’t want to write.
Do you have a special place for writing?
Being a full time working mother there are not many chances for me to be ‘alone’. My so called ‘me time’ I have five days per week – in my car, driving to work and back home and it takes an hour each way. So, unintentionally my ‘favourite place’ for inspiration is behind the wheel of my car. I can say almost all new ideas starts right there – where I cannot write them down…
Are you a pantster or a plotter?
Definitely I am Pantser - all the way. I hear a song/music – bam, there is a story. I see (gosh) almost anything – bam, there is a story. I hear a conversation – bam, yes you know the drill. Sometimes this things get connected and only one story comes out, sometimes not.
I rarely write down anything about the story and many times I must look back to see what I have written; the descriptions, names… and I think this is something that gives my editor grey hairs…
What are you writing at the moment?
My ‘NEW’ WIP is a contemporary romantic story where my two main protagonists are trying to break the circles in their life. ‘NEW’ is because my second novel with the ‘working title’ “Caught between two Worlds” is already finished and is currently under submission. Waiting…
What time of the day do you write best?
Nights are the part of the day that I can write. It is right after my family falls to sleep and the house is still. Only then I can sit down and re-connect with my characters.
What advice would you give to other writers?
I have only one advice: Do it in your own pace and style.
Great advice, June.Thanks for dropping by and good luck with your new book!