Sunday, February 23, 2014

Look Who's Talking - Iris Blobel


It is my pleasure to welcome Iris Blobel to my blog today.

Iris thank you for taking part in my ‘Look Who’s Talking’ blog.

Thank you for the opportunity.

Let's hit the questions:
1. Hugh Jackman is coming to dinner, what do you cook?
a) Lamb roast dinner
b) Fish and chips
c) Find out what Hugh’s favourite meal is and cook that.

Well… I’ve failed my Australian citizenship application because I don’t like lamb. Fish and chips are on my “no no list” to eat, because I’m histamine intolerant. So I’d really go for something I could eat as well without falling victim to any of the various symptoms – wouldn’t like to end up with a massive migraine, while Hugh is in the house. Imagine the embarrassment! But there’re some very nice recipes out there. I’m sure I’d be able to come up with something he’d like.

I know what you mean Iris. Of course, it would be no hardship having Hugh sitting by my bed placing a cold compress to my forehead every so often.


2.  If you could live anywhere in the world other than Australia, where would it be and why?


Canada!
I met my husband in Canada and before we had children, we always thought about taking LWOP for a year and live over there. I know it’s cold, but just so beautiful and diverse, the mountains and the sea. And the wildlife… but I think that part would mostly be scary!


Canada does sound wonderful. My husband has always said he’d like to go there for a visit. I’d love to live in England, mostly for the castles and the history. Of course I write historical romance so it would be right up my alley.  

3.  The world is coming to an end, what are you most proud of achieving?
Having my girls and raising them (without going insane), trying to prepare them for an ever-changing world, without losing their sense of humour and generous character.

I have to agree with you there Iris, my kids would have to be my proudest achievement. Just admiring the people they have become and how they are now raising their children.

4.  A fairy godmother has come to visit and she is willing to turn one of your heroes into a human. Who would you pick?

Daniel from “Sweet Dreams, Miss England”. Oh my… yes, please! Daniel’s Irish, he’s charming, clever and… *sighs*… yes, please, fairy godmother, let it be Daniel!

Oh, he does sound like a dream.

5.  Do you have a new release coming out soon or have you just released a novel?


Yes, “More Beginnings” was released late January. It’s the second book in the Beginnings series, which is set in Hobart (Tasmania) telling the story of two sisters who’ve inherited a house from a stranger. I’ve really fallen in love with the Levesque girl and I’m so close finishing the 3rd book and have a (hopefully!) great idea for number four J

That sounds like an interesting series Iris.


Would you like to share an extract?


Mia let out a mighty sigh. She had joined Zach at the front porch and sat next to him on the swing. Enjoying a cool drink, he asked her to grab a soft drink from the fridge as well. It was a warm summer day, and the air showed no sign of cooling down. A lot of people in Hobart were tired and weary of the unusual hot spell for the very southern Australian city.

With another hefty sigh, Mia raked through her long, blond hair and focused into the distance.

"Honestly, Zach, she’s a dragon. I’m sure she does that on purpose. She doesn’t like me. She thinks I’m spoilt."


The dragon was Miss Peterson, Mia’s high school English teacher. Mia liked school and enjoyed her classes. English wasn’t her worst subject, but it certainly was the toughest, with Miss Peterson piling on homework one after the other.
Zach sipped on his drink. "Hey, pumpkin, settle down. What is that supposed to mean ‘you’re spoilt’?"

She shrugged. "You know!"

His eyebrows shot up. "Actually I don’t know! Isn’t she Sophie’s good friend?"

Another shrug. "Kinda, I s’pose. They used to do the boxing stuff together, and since Soph’s carrying a baby, they go and enjoy cake instead."

Ignoring his laugh and the subject, she went inside and helped herself to cold lemonade. She opened the can with a simple click and took a long sip. "Man, it’s hot."

Zach seemed to ponder on that thought just like Mia, when she suddenly said, "You need to cut the grass, Zach."

He almost spilled the drink. "Good grief, thanks, honey." There wasn’t much yard in front of Zach’s house. A flagstone path crossed the patch of lawn, and he’d kept the rest of the garden as low maintenance as possible. But he loved sitting on the front porch, watching the world go by.

He placed his arm around her and drew her in a bit closer. "Have you talked to Soph about your teacher?"

She nodded. "Yes. Her reply was that for most fourteen-year-old girls all the teachers seem like dragons. She remembers her science teacher who gave her a hard time. She blames it on my hormones because she thinks," Mia snorted and then continued, "Miss Peterson is a really nice person."

He chuckled, which earned him a momentary glare from Mia.

Zach shrugged his left shoulder. "I s’pose she has a point."

Rolling her eyes, she moved away from him again. "Too hot for sentiments like that."

He laughed. She had come a long way from when he had first met her. That was six years earlier, and she had been only eight. Eight years old with already enough character for three teenagers combined. But he’d liked her from more or less their first meeting on. He had been helping the girls find some stuff in their attic when he had mistaken her for Sophie’s daughter. With hands on hips she’d said to him, "Do I look like her daughter? I mean, seriously." She had the genes to become a pretty girl and she was heading that way in big steps. The stylish haircut, a slight touch of make-up to emphasise her grey-green eyes, and always dressed in the latest fashion to compliment her slim figure. And she did have her heart in the right place.

"You’ll meet her tomorrow when you drop me off at the school sports."

Eyes wide open, he turned to look at her. "I will?"

"Oh man, didn’t Sophie tell you?"

"Apparently not. Or she might have." He scratched the back of his head. "I guess she probably left a note on my calendar."

"You’ll take me, won’t you?"

He gave a small nod. "Yup."

Zach lived across the road from Sophie and Mia Levesque. The sisters had moved into Sixty-Four Chestnut Avenue six years earlier. He had shared a hot kiss with Sophie, but in the end it was Mark she’d fallen in love with.

"Will what’s-his-name be there?"

Mia rolled her eyes. "Josh. Yes he will. Remember he’s in my class."

He chuckled. "Pumpkin, just because what’s-his-name is in your class ain’t mean he’s participating in a sports day."

"Doesn’t mean."

"Beg yours?"
She took a deep breath. "It’s doesn’t mean and not ain’t. You know it drives Soph mad when you use the American lingo."

He turned to look at her. "I honestly have no idea how I’ve survived the last few years with you guys across the road."

Checking the time, she stood. "Thanks for the drink." She leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Eight o’clock tomorrow morning?"

Zach nodded. "Does your dragon spit fire?"

With her hands on her hips, she replied, "You’re not taking me seriously, are you?"

"I am!"

She tilted her head slightly. "Let me see," she paused for effect. "With your green eyes, athletic body, husky voice, blond hair, which, by the way, is in serious need of a trim, ... hmm... she might like you. But then again, your job as an escort might disturb her."
Shaking his head, he stood and took her empty can of lemonade. "Instead of giving me a hard time with my lingo, Sophie should keep an eye on the books you read. All that romance stuff is making you silly in the head. Husky voice." He laughed and went into the house.

"At eight?" she screamed after him.

"Yeah, I’ll be there."
If you would like to donate a prize for your favourite comment please do.

Yes! I’d be happy to donate a copy of “More Beginnings”

To win a copy of Iris’ novel ‘More Beginnings’ just leave a comment. The winner will be announced later this week.

Thank you for your time. – Thank YOU for having me J

Sandie

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