by Rachel Lyndhurst
Several people have asked me recently about the inspiration behind : in particular the setting of the Spanish Balearic Islands and how much of the descriptions and events were based on my own experience. So, with many thanks to Stella for hosting me today, I’d love to do exactly that.
Anyone who’s been on a flight with youngsters (or been forced to sit near them) will understand the extreme stress air travel can invoke. It won’t be long until they’re tired and whingeing, cramped and restricted, painful ears from the air pressure and then they develop a most unnatural interest in the horrible toilet to the rear. Mine wanted to visit every five minutes, I kid you not! Sometimes the little darlings actually vomit and I won’t go into the mechanics of changing very messy nappies mid-flight … So, like many other Brits, we’ve often chosen to go to the Balearic Islands because there’s sunshine, fab beaches and child-friendly accommodation within a two hour flight. You stand a chance of staying sane that way.
Not many events in my personal life have made it into my books, but my travels to the Balearics have definitely inspired me. It’s impossible not to use the blue and gold horseshoe bays I’ve been privileged enough to swim in as fantasy locations. This picture is of Cala d’Or in Menorca. It means ‘golden cove’ and I used it as the basis for Ricardo Almanza’s Menorca retreat in The Spanish Billionaire’s Hired Bride.
|Cala d'Or - Menorca|
The beach is deserted in the book (because Ricardo owns it and it’s private), but that’s his house you can see at the top. It’s called Dizzy Heights because of its position on the rocks.
I’m in love with the Balearics, the blood red sunsets, crystal clear waters and huge sea pines are breath-taking. It’s impossible not to enjoy the ambience of lively town squares scented with garlic, wine and jasmine, while sipping a cold beer and watching swallows dive for insects. I love to close my eyes on rainy days back home and remember the soft wash of the tide mingled with Spanish radio music, the clank of fishing boats and distant laughter.
And then there’s Ibiza, allegedly the party capital of the world, as a complete contrast to the peace and quiet of Ricardo’s Menorca. There’s a lot more to Ibiza than all night parties and glow in the dark thongs, of course, but I used it as a location to kick off because it’s a melting pot of nationalities, sexuality and cultures. My conveniently married couple also have a spectacular moment on the ramparts of Ibiza Old Town with the international paparazzi.
Quite a view from up there, I can tell you, and lots of steps, be warned!
I do hope I’ve captured some of the flavour of the Balearic Islands in , or at least enough to take my readers on a short, fantasy journey of their own. This is the last official stop on this blog tour and I’d like to offer a small giveaway of an Amazon voucher to one commenter of $15 or £10 is up for grabs to spend on whatever you like as an early Christmas gift from me via Amazon. Lipstick, chocolate, or maybe even an ebook … ;-)
Thanks for having me here, Stella!
I live, and write, surrounded by laundry and old newspapers most of the time with my daughter, son and The Exec in Fareham, on the south coast of England. Sometimes I can smell the sea from my back garden and I have grand designs on a luxurious garden office one day. Or a castle, I'm not fussy.
When I'm not working, I do enjoy a good rummage through a decent antique shop, and popping into Sainsbury’s. Oh, and wine and expensive lipstick are non-negotiable .
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He bought her with cold, hard cash, but can she stop him from stealing her heart?
Blackmailed to marry against his will, Ricardo Almanza needs a wife before he’s thirty, and time is running out. A notorious playboy, marriage is the last thing he wants, but his stepmother’s sexy, debt-ridden personal assistant is the perfect solution. He makes her a business deal she can’t refuse—one million euros for three months as his wife. He might even enjoy being married to her … if she doesn’t kick the crap out of him again.
Helen Marshall can’t believe she’s considering Almanza’s outrageous proposal, but she must help clear her parents’ debts or they face financial ruin. The small print on the marriage contract changes to read three months as his wife in every way—including in the bedroom. Has she gotten in too deep, or will she need a new contract addendum, extending their marriage forever?
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