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Saturday, October 4, 2014
Sunday, September 14, 2014
#ROSACon2014 early bird discount ends tomorrow!
In order to qualify for the 10% Early Bird discount your completed registration form and proof of payment for the 2014 ROSA conference need to be submitted before midnight on Monday 15 September. After that deadline full costs will apply.
The conference will be held in Johannesburg on Sat 25 & Sun 26 October 2014.
For more information please contact Romy on romy@sommer.co.za.
The conference will be held in Johannesburg on Sat 25 & Sun 26 October 2014.
For more information please contact Romy on romy@sommer.co.za.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2014
ROSA Joburg's dinner with Lucy King
This blog post is way, way overdue, but here at long last are a few pictures from the ROSA dinner in Johannesburg at the end of July.
We were honoured to have Harlequin author Lucy King as our guest. The dinner was held in a function room at the Mike's Kitchen in Parktown, a beautiful heritage building with steel pressed ceilings and stained glass windows.
The food was excellent, the company lively as always, and Lucy was a very generous speaker. She told us all about her writing journey and her writing process, among many other things.
Thank you very much to Lucy for joining us. Please look out for her next book, The Party Starts at Midnight, due to hit South African bookshelves in October. She also has a 2-in-1 book out with South African author Joss Wood called Behind the Headlines.
We were honoured to have Harlequin author Lucy King as our guest. The dinner was held in a function room at the Mike's Kitchen in Parktown, a beautiful heritage building with steel pressed ceilings and stained glass windows.
The food was excellent, the company lively as always, and Lucy was a very generous speaker. She told us all about her writing journey and her writing process, among many other things.
Thank you very much to Lucy for joining us. Please look out for her next book, The Party Starts at Midnight, due to hit South African bookshelves in October. She also has a 2-in-1 book out with South African author Joss Wood called Behind the Headlines.
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| Lucy King and Mandy Verbaan |
| Suzanne Jefferies, Clare Loffler, Annemarie Gaertner |
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| ROSA Johannesburg! |
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014
#ROSACon2014: South Africa's first conference for romance writers
ROSA will host South Africa's first ever conference for romance writers on 25 & 26 October 2014 at Melrose Place in Johannesburg.
The conference features workshops, guest talks on marketing and writing craft, as well as the chance to pitch to an overseas editor and agent.
On the evening of Saturday 25 October there will be a gala dinner, open to both delegates and non-delegates alike. Partners, friends, readers and book reviewers are all welcome to attend the dinner.
The conference costs are as follows:
- Full day conference on Saturday 25 October only: R970
- Half day conference on Sunday 26 October only: R830
- Both days together: R1,390 (a saving of R410)
- Gala dinner on Saturday evening: R395
NOTE:
- Preference will be given to delegates who book for both days. If you wish to attend on only one day, you will be placed on a waiting list.
- The gala dinner is to be booked separately to the main conference and is NOT included in the 'Both days together' cost.
* Early Bird Special *
For delegates who book before Monday 15 September there is an Early Bird discount of 10%. Book and pay before that magical date, and you only pay:
- Saturday 25 October only: R875
- Sunday 26 October only: R750
- Both days together: R1,250 (a saving of R375)
- Gala dinner on Saturday evening: R395
How do you register and pay? Please email Romy Sommer. You will be sent a registration form, ROSA's bank details, and the conference program. Please note that your booking will not be confirmed until payment is received.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Does inspiration mean a part of you is in every tale?
Hey peeps!
Following my latest release - LIGHT MY WORLD (Island Girls #2) - I've been asked this question often:
How did Diya Hemant, the heroine of that tale, come into being?
The truth is, I have no clue! She just came to me, barged her way into her elder sister Lara’s tale (The Other Side).
The thing is, the Hemant family is about 3 sisters, and we all know, siblings never come out alike in their personality. Lara was the career girl – had her head screwed right on her shoulders, and as the eldest, knew much of the family’s hopes and aspirations lay on her. Neha, the middle sister, was like many middle children – sensible, neutral ground, the one who never rocked the boat, even if she had to stifle everything of herself in the process.
Then there was Diya, the baby sister. More often than not, they say the youngest kid gets away with murder! Diya was born in the 1980s; she, more than any of her sisters, witnessed the progression in women’s empowerment in the 90s and the early 2000s. She also grew up in a world that opened up to technology every single day (cell phones replacing landlines, the advent of the Internet, email replacing snail mail, chat rooms, SMS), in the era of globalization and the world becoming one big village where everyone can communicate at any given moment with anyone in the world.
Of course, this kind of girl believes the world is at her feet, hers for the taking. She will chart her path in this new landscape and will settle for nothing that doesn’t come on her terms – she wants the career, the ‘catch’ to become her man, the riches, the fulfillment of womanhood, and she will get them, all of them!
And as I was writing her, I realized Diya was really a projection of myself. I was the same age as she (twenty-four) when I wrote her tale, and like her, I was born in the 1980s and witnessed the world changing from people/nations being veritable islands...to a whole global village where my best friend, whom I’ve never met in real life but have spent countless hours emailing and speaking to on the phone, lives in the Mediterranean, thousands of miles from my home in the southern Indian Ocean.
No wonder Diya wrote herself...because, in a way, she was me! She is the woman, the face of my generation.
It seems to me all of us writers bring something of ourselves to every tale - we might not recognize it as in-your-face, but even in subtle forms, you as the writer will be in some facet or the other of your story.
What do you think? Agree or Disagree?
From Mauritius with love,
Zee
And shameless plug here – both Diya’s story (Light My World) and Lara’s story (The Other Side), which make up Books 2 & 1 respectively in the Island Girls trilogy, are on sale at 99c on Amazon and today is the LAST day you can grab this deal!
You can find the books here http://amzn.to/1iidtsW and here http://amzn.to/1f0tdQJ
LIGHT MY WORLD (Island Girls #2)
It is a truth universally acknowledged that to find a prince, a girl has to kiss a few frogs along the way. But what happens when a modern-day princess comes across…an ogre?
So what if a girl has to kiss a few frogs to find her prince?
Tired of her Indian-origin mother’s relentless matchmaking, Diya Hemant is determined to find her Prince Charming on her terms. Armed with a definitive list of requirements, she is sure she’ll know her man when she meets him…
But looking and finding are two different things, especially on the tiny island of Mauritius…
When her path crosses surly British widower Trent Garrison’s, it’s hate at first sight. And though fate keeps pitting her against him, she’s certain he can’t be turned into a frog let alone a prince.
Can this modern-day princess overcome her own expectations and see beyond the ogre to the man beneath?
Following my latest release - LIGHT MY WORLD (Island Girls #2) - I've been asked this question often:
How did Diya Hemant, the heroine of that tale, come into being?
The truth is, I have no clue! She just came to me, barged her way into her elder sister Lara’s tale (The Other Side).
The thing is, the Hemant family is about 3 sisters, and we all know, siblings never come out alike in their personality. Lara was the career girl – had her head screwed right on her shoulders, and as the eldest, knew much of the family’s hopes and aspirations lay on her. Neha, the middle sister, was like many middle children – sensible, neutral ground, the one who never rocked the boat, even if she had to stifle everything of herself in the process.
Then there was Diya, the baby sister. More often than not, they say the youngest kid gets away with murder! Diya was born in the 1980s; she, more than any of her sisters, witnessed the progression in women’s empowerment in the 90s and the early 2000s. She also grew up in a world that opened up to technology every single day (cell phones replacing landlines, the advent of the Internet, email replacing snail mail, chat rooms, SMS), in the era of globalization and the world becoming one big village where everyone can communicate at any given moment with anyone in the world.
Of course, this kind of girl believes the world is at her feet, hers for the taking. She will chart her path in this new landscape and will settle for nothing that doesn’t come on her terms – she wants the career, the ‘catch’ to become her man, the riches, the fulfillment of womanhood, and she will get them, all of them!
And as I was writing her, I realized Diya was really a projection of myself. I was the same age as she (twenty-four) when I wrote her tale, and like her, I was born in the 1980s and witnessed the world changing from people/nations being veritable islands...to a whole global village where my best friend, whom I’ve never met in real life but have spent countless hours emailing and speaking to on the phone, lives in the Mediterranean, thousands of miles from my home in the southern Indian Ocean.
No wonder Diya wrote herself...because, in a way, she was me! She is the woman, the face of my generation.
It seems to me all of us writers bring something of ourselves to every tale - we might not recognize it as in-your-face, but even in subtle forms, you as the writer will be in some facet or the other of your story.
What do you think? Agree or Disagree?
From Mauritius with love,
Zee
And shameless plug here – both Diya’s story (Light My World) and Lara’s story (The Other Side), which make up Books 2 & 1 respectively in the Island Girls trilogy, are on sale at 99c on Amazon and today is the LAST day you can grab this deal!
You can find the books here http://amzn.to/1iidtsW and here http://amzn.to/1f0tdQJ
LIGHT MY WORLD (Island Girls #2)
It is a truth universally acknowledged that to find a prince, a girl has to kiss a few frogs along the way. But what happens when a modern-day princess comes across…an ogre?
So what if a girl has to kiss a few frogs to find her prince?
Tired of her Indian-origin mother’s relentless matchmaking, Diya Hemant is determined to find her Prince Charming on her terms. Armed with a definitive list of requirements, she is sure she’ll know her man when she meets him…
But looking and finding are two different things, especially on the tiny island of Mauritius…
When her path crosses surly British widower Trent Garrison’s, it’s hate at first sight. And though fate keeps pitting her against him, she’s certain he can’t be turned into a frog let alone a prince.
Can this modern-day princess overcome her own expectations and see beyond the ogre to the man beneath?
Friday, April 11, 2014
The Beauty of Freedom
The thought of my first ever novel now actually being live on Amazon is still not reality in my house hold. Things like this don't happen to people like me. I'm one of those who sit at the back of the room observing others and only dream as life slowly but surely passes me by.
Yes, everybody who knows me will tell you in an instant that I'm the quiet one of the family. Hardly talk or participate during conversations. I can't help it. Life has shifted and shaped me into what I am today and the only way I can really blossom is when I have pen and paper within my hands.
After fourteen years of marriage and being with my partner, still sometimes when we have a fight about something stupid, I'll grab my pen and paper and write him a letter of exactly what I think or feel at that given moment. He by now knows how I tick and will reply via paper and at the end its those last few words on our letters to one another which stands out the most no matter how angry we are with one another...I still love you, even though I am raving mad at you right now.

Growing up in a broken family where divorce was the new next best thing on the block, I've had quite an insight to how partners felt about one another and due to irreconcilable differences, their paths drift away from one another.
But the question I always had in the back of my mind was, What if you were in a marriage where you weren't sure if you fit or not? What if everything was perfect and your partner loved you, yet you had this uneasy sensation deep within your gut that something is not right? How do let a person go when you still love them, but not the way they love you? How do you break a person's heart who has given you everything, to set yourself free?
Then of course their is this thing called temptation which always seems to get in the way.
BLURB:
Lea Finley’s daily routine begins with meditation. Today, though, she cannot focus. There’s something blocking her efforts.
She and Connor have been married for five years. Though she might not have the perfect marriage, her life seems peaceful. To prioritize her head, she decides to go on a short trip. Lea is a strong believer in living your passions. She paints for a living and believes strongly in her spirituality.
But when she meets Bill Hammington, confusion hits her between the eyes. Lea is on an emotional rollercoaster. She is drawn to Bill, but at the same time she battles with guilt over Connor. After all, Lea is not ‘that kind of a woman.’ She does not believe in cheating.
Through all darkness and turmoil, there is beauty, love, forgiveness, and laughter.
EXCERPT:
I wake up lying on grass. The sky is clear and I smell the fresh scent of grass and flowers. I sit up straight observing fields of green pastures and different colors of roses. All the colors you can imagine. It is breathtakingly beautiful. I come to my feet and start walking when I notice a small gravel road and I head towards it. I’m so relaxed and at peace, confident this moment will last forever.
Yes, everybody who knows me will tell you in an instant that I'm the quiet one of the family. Hardly talk or participate during conversations. I can't help it. Life has shifted and shaped me into what I am today and the only way I can really blossom is when I have pen and paper within my hands.
After fourteen years of marriage and being with my partner, still sometimes when we have a fight about something stupid, I'll grab my pen and paper and write him a letter of exactly what I think or feel at that given moment. He by now knows how I tick and will reply via paper and at the end its those last few words on our letters to one another which stands out the most no matter how angry we are with one another...I still love you, even though I am raving mad at you right now.

Growing up in a broken family where divorce was the new next best thing on the block, I've had quite an insight to how partners felt about one another and due to irreconcilable differences, their paths drift away from one another.
But the question I always had in the back of my mind was, What if you were in a marriage where you weren't sure if you fit or not? What if everything was perfect and your partner loved you, yet you had this uneasy sensation deep within your gut that something is not right? How do let a person go when you still love them, but not the way they love you? How do you break a person's heart who has given you everything, to set yourself free?
Then of course their is this thing called temptation which always seems to get in the way.
BLURB:
Lea Finley’s daily routine begins with meditation. Today, though, she cannot focus. There’s something blocking her efforts.
She and Connor have been married for five years. Though she might not have the perfect marriage, her life seems peaceful. To prioritize her head, she decides to go on a short trip. Lea is a strong believer in living your passions. She paints for a living and believes strongly in her spirituality.
But when she meets Bill Hammington, confusion hits her between the eyes. Lea is on an emotional rollercoaster. She is drawn to Bill, but at the same time she battles with guilt over Connor. After all, Lea is not ‘that kind of a woman.’ She does not believe in cheating.
Through all darkness and turmoil, there is beauty, love, forgiveness, and laughter.
EXCERPT:
I wake up lying on grass. The sky is clear and I smell the fresh scent of grass and flowers. I sit up straight observing fields of green pastures and different colors of roses. All the colors you can imagine. It is breathtakingly beautiful. I come to my feet and start walking when I notice a small gravel road and I head towards it. I’m so relaxed and at peace, confident this moment will last forever.
Suddenly
the wind blows fiercely. The grass dies, the roses turn into black weeds, and
the skies become a blanket of dark gray clouds. I’m scared being here alone and
not knowing if some storm is going to swallow me alive or spit me out dead on
the other side. I’m running towards the gravel road when I notice a figure in
the distance. As I draw nearer, I see Connor. I’m shocked and mortified by his
expressionless face.
“Connor!
Connor! I’m here. I’m so sorry. Please, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt
you. Please, if you can find it in your heart one day to forgive me, please.”
Why is he
ignoring me? Halting in front of him, out of breath, I notice he looks straight
into my eyes, his whole body evaporating like smoke into the air. When I try to
touch him, I feel nothing. It’s as if trying to catch the wind with your bare
hands. He is transparent, but yet I can see him. I don’t
understand. What is going on?
In the
distance, a rose stands out as red as blood. It’s so beautiful. I run towards
it and an image of Bill’s face appear in the petals. I wanted to touch the rose
only to get rid of this emptiness I have inside me, but as I touch the rose, it
shatters like a million pieces of glass. Alone in the dark and icy stormy
weather I drop to the ground and cry until I cannot cry anymore. Soft whispering
sobs escape my mouth. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry-”
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Excerpt Sunday—Brent's Law
A couple of weeks ago, fellow author Kathleen Bosman provided us with some great tips about setting your books in Africa. Brent's Law has both the cosmopolitan and rural Africa as setting with a smattering of the wildness always associated with Africa.Divorce attorney, Samantha Owen tries to resist the attraction between herself and international rugby player, Brent Russell because she stands to loose so much more than just her sanity if she succumbs to the passion brewing between them. She soon learns that Brent has a rule he applies to his life like she would apply the rule of law in her work—what Brent wants, Brent gets. And he wants Samantha, both in his bed and in his life.
Brent's Law is available from Totally Bound, Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance Ebooks, QBD, Ebooks by Sainsbury's, Angus & Robertson
Excerpt:-
Brent pointed to the sugarcane
fields below the helicopter. “Those fields form part of my farm.”
They’d been airborne for more
than two hours and Samantha’s neck cramped from turning her head in all
directions to absorb the sights below her. Farmland had turned to mines at
regular intervals until they passed Carolina where the mines became more
infrequent. The pilot increased altitude to scale the mountainous terrain close
to Barberton and she grabbed onto Brent’s hand.
“He knows what he’s doing. I’ll
never put you in danger.”
Right. Just being with him
caused mortal danger to her heart. She brought herself up short. Since when did
her heart feature in the equation between her and Brent? The electricity
sparking between them had nothing to do with emotions and everything to do with
lust. She couldn’t afford for it to be anything else.
Then the scenery changed so
drastically she had no time to ponder the pilot’s skills or lack thereof.
Before she could ask about the sugarcane, the pilot reduced altitude and her
eyes widened.
Below her, a thatched mansion
nestled close to the Crocodile River. A small pool sparkled in the morning sun
and several antelope grazed on the grass. A tennis court and mini put-put track
was a small distance from the house while five garage doors lined the one wall.
They landed on the helipad next
to the garages and, after taking off the headphones, Brent shouted at her to
wait so he could assist her. When the blades came to a complete stop, he
alighted and helped her out of the helicopter.
He briefly hugged her to him
before holding her at arm’s length. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
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