Hannah Blatchford
30/06/2013 - thanks to all requesting the spare free copy - gone to a good home now with RB, cheers Hannah x
UPDATE - Exciting much!! My eBook has been released early and this means it is available right now on Kindle. Just visit:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Friend-or-Fae...
Author Info:
Hi, my name is Hannah Blatchford and I am just one of the growing numbers of authors that have chosen the path of self publishing. It was hard work but I felt I had a story that people would enjoy and I have been getting some great feedback so far.
After graduating with a B.A (hons) in English Literature & Language from Exeter University I worked for the civil service for some time. I then moved into the field of freelance copywriting as this allowed me to be more creative and to indulge in my passion for the written word in all its forms. I have now been a freelance copywriter for several years and enjoy the independance this career offers me.
I have always been fascinated by faerie tales and their ongoing significance and relevance throughout modern life. I feel that the current trend for paranormal romance novels really taps into this genre and creates a very modern combination of both age old ideas and contemporary ethical and moral dilemmas.
This inspired to me to write my own story that would both explore the charming and sometimes dark world of folklore and fairy tales and also engage the modern romance reader.
‘Friend or Fae’ is my first novel inspired by the rich history and folklore of the British Isles.
“I wanted to scream with the pain, scream with the feeling of death pressing so close but I clenched my teeth together, grinding then until my head pounded and forced my trembling legs to stand. I had always been stubborn, wilful and no power on earth could change that.”
“What came to me later in those dark, dreaming hours put paid to that though and as always my mind led me treacherously back to the bleak and inescapable truth. There was no cure for what one had seen or done.”
“His hair was shorter than I remembered, tawny in this half-light, the tousled edges casually framing the clean, commanding lines of his face. His mouth, normally so stern was relaxed now and as I stared a slight sweet smile touched his lips, its curve softening the straight strong lines of his nose and brow. Finally, inevitably, I met his eyes and felt a connection that seared straight through me, down through my soles and away. Those eyes, darker than mine, the darkest blue, dark and as impenetrable as glaciers. Tonight he was real, so very real that my heart thumped, my blood sang, my legs shook.”