Today I’m super excited to be able to host a guest post for Author Rikki Evans where she lets us into her life. She also has a very interesting sounding book that I do hope to get round to reading sometime soon! Check it out below!
Meet Louise Fawley – the newest, sassiest and sleaziest agent in Her Majesty’s Secret Service.
Follow Louise as she burgles and bungles at Melusine Plastics, gets flirtatious and salacious in Vetchley Castle, grows amorous and glamorous in Sainte-Modeste, and finally, hooks and sinks her villainess on the superyacht Bonquonne.
In this delicious, light-hearted, randy romp, can Louise solve the arcane mystery of La Ligne?
The Louise Fawley Symphony contains material of a sexually explicit nature, so will not be to the taste of every adult reader.
A Day in the Life of… Rikki Evans
What might comprise a typical day in my life has changed completely since the times when I was writing ‘The Louise Fawley Symphony’. Then, I was a qualified accountant in public practice, juggling my professional life with my home life, my esteemed clients with my cherished friends, and somehow managing to squeeze in some work on ‘Louise Fawley’ every night before I went to sleep.
And not that long ago. Until last Christmas, this was my life. But by then, my Mum’s health had crashed. I was trying to be a part-time carer as well as a full-time professional. My own health began to suffer. By the end of January, I’d realised I needed to take a career break.
So nowadays, a typical day for me includes hoovering and tidying, cooking and cleaning. My weekly shopping trip to Tesco has become something of a treat. Even in the nine months since I finished work, Mum has got that she doesn’t like leaving the house. Back in the spring, she still enjoyed visiting gardens or lunching out. Now, it’s all I can do to encourage her to ride in the car.
Luckily, I love all that houework stuff! I find cleaning and tidying genuinely therapeutic. I’m also enjoying remodelling the garden as originally laid out by my Dad over twenty-five years ago, and repainting the house with my own vibrant colour scheme. And to keep myself kind-of in the workplace, I’ve started volunteering twice weekly at a local charity shop. My first tastes of the workplace were in retail, so I’m revelling being behind the till again.
I’m not writing anything at the moment. I find that promoting ‘The Louise Fawley Symphony’ takes as much creative energy as I have at this phase in my life. But I’m brimming with ideas and relishing getting creative again. A ‘Louise Fawley’ sequel is a definite possibility. But I’ve also got a ‘Game of Thrones’ or ‘Lord of the Rings’ type thing fermenting away in my head. Though I must admit, the prospect of inventing an entire continent with its topography and geography, its cultures and peoples, is… somewhat daunting!
One thing I’m sure of… my work in the charity shop will provide plenty of inspiration. It’s a great pleasure to meet our customers. So many of them enjoy sharing the reason for their purchase – they’re redecorating their lounge, they’re entertaining their granddaughter, they’re avid collectors of jazz music. I firmly believe that creative inspiration – whether in music, in visual arts, in poetry or prose – resides in the everyday, the commonplace. An overheard snatch of conversation or a momentary sight of someone can offer insights into their personalities more instructive than might be gleaned from hours in their company.
How do I feel about this change in my life? In truth, I’m so busy, and it’s all happened so quickly, I hardly know. Occasionally, I’m made to feel like it’s been a real comedown. When I’d only been working at the charity shop a few weeks, my ex-hairdresser came into the shop. She was genuinely surprised to see her demanding professional ex-client serving on a till. The last time she’d seen me, she’d messed up my hair colour and I’d never been back. I might have blagged my being behind the counter. Instead, I’d outpoured everything that had happened to me over the past year. I’d hoped for sympathy. Eventually, in condescending tones she said, “I’ve got to go,” and just about got out onto the pavement before a triumphant smile spread the breadth of her face. I felt utterly humiliated. But you know what? It didn’t kill me. It gave me strength.
And if Louise Fawley does return for a sequel, I’ve no doubt she’ll be more fighty, more feisty. The old me is gone. And the old Louise Fawley is gone too.
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About the Author
After more than twenty-five years in accountancy, Rikki quit the profession to care for a parent whose health had deteriorated, and to give more time to those interests and hobbies which had helped render accountancy almost bearable.
Rikki’s interests include all things historical, from castles to candlesticks, music of many genres, from Gregorian Chant to Brit Pop, and above all, like HE Bates, is happiest when working and whiling in a garden.
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