Saturday, October 2, 2010

A warm welcome to author Rae Summers

Welcome Rae!
Dear Lara,

Thanks so much for hosting me here today.

Let’s Misbehave is my first historical novella. I had so much fun writing this story, and I hope my readers have fun reading it.

The story came to me as I was driving home from work one day, listening to the foot-tapping tune of the same name on the De-Lovely soundtrack (the Cole Porter bio pic), and the characters sprang into my head fully-formed. In one mad week this story poured out of my hands and onto the page, practically writing itself.

Cole Porter wrote the song ‘Let’s Misbehave’ in 1927, for his new musical ‘Paris’. The song was dropped from the show at the last minute for being too risqué, but it would have been well known by 1928, when my story is set.

I adore the 1920s. It was a time of adventure, when people let go of the restrictions of the past, experimented and had fun. It was the time of youth, with society dominated by young writers like Scott Fitzgerald, and by young Hollywood icons or by celebrities like the dashing Charles Lindbergh. At lavish parties, jazz was in the air, and party-goers danced the Charleston and drank exotic cocktails or bubbling champagne.

Best of all for me, was that the 20s were really the time when women came into their own. They bobbed their hair, wore short skirts, drove cars and drank alcohol. Women poets and writers, sportswomen and actresses, made names for themselves, and everywhere women were getting the vote, getting jobs and gaining their freedom. We modern women owe a great deal to those pioneers of the 20s. At the very least we can thank them for originating compact mirrors and metal lipstick containers.


Blurb

Gabrielle is the quintessential Flapper, a wild child who turns her back on home and a resentful and unloving mother to become a nightclub singer. She wants nothing more from life than freedom and pleasure.

Sebastian is a dutiful son, following in his father’s footsteps and on the verge of marrying a suitable bride. But as the Twenties roar to their conclusion, he finds himself torn between duty and the urge to indulge his adventurous streak.

From the moment Gabrielle and Sebastian meet, the tension between them simmers. When he rescues her from a boorish suitor, Gabrielle discovers a kindred spirit beneath Sebastian's serious demeanour, and she sets out to seduce him into one last passionate fling before he settles for a loveless marriage.

But the fire that burns between them threatens to consume her. Will Gabrielle survive falling in love with the one man she cannot have?

Rae Summers Bio


Rae's first grade teacher was so seriously concerned by her day dreaming that she called her parents in for a conference. Fortunately, her parents staunchly defended Rae's right to daydream and these days she's able to prove their faith right by turning those day dreams into novels. She hopes her stories bring as much pleasure to her readers as they bring to her.

Rae Summers lives in South Africa where she works in television advertising, a line of work that is only glamorous on very rare occasions. When she isn't working or being mom to two young daughters, Rae can be found with her nose in a book.


The buy link: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/lets-misbehave-p-4119.html 

And for Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lets-Misbehave-ebook/dp/B003V4B6AK/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&m=A7B2F8DUJ88VZ&s=digital-text&qid=1279057490&sr=8-7

My blog address: http://raesummers.wordpress.com <http://raesummers.wordpress.com/



Thanks so much for being my guest here today, Rae. I love that era and have your story on my reading list. I'm sure it will be great!

1 comment :

empire76 said...

Hi Rae,

Your story sounds fascinating. There's definitely something romantic about historicals - even when it's not romance (the popularity of the TV series Mad Men is a great example).

I like historicals although I tend not to read them as often as I do contemporary romances.

Having said all that...you wrote this in a WEEK? Wow. Hat's off to you.

And more grease to your elbows

Empi