Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Update

Right, my latest short story Shakespeare Masquerade is finished and submitted to my editor.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Blood of His Fathers- 5 star and Best Book review

Can't believe Blood of His Fathers received a 5 star and Best Book review from Long and Short Reviews.

Will come back and write something sensible when I'm not squeeing like a fangirl

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

WIP

1) TREASON (previously published as Ripples in the Water)- Historical Fiction (2010) SUBMITTED

2) SHAKESPEARE MASQUERADE - Contemporary Romance (2010) SUBMITTED

3) COLD BLOOD (Book Two of the Sinners and Saints series 2011)- Contemporary Romance- CURRENT WIP

4) UNTITLED (Book Three of the Sinners and Saints series 2011)- Contemporary Romance

5) THE O'NEILL- Historical Fiction (2012)

6) THE CHOICE SHE MADE - Contemporary Romance with historical elements- WIP (2011)

Friday, October 15, 2010

New interracial story- Blood of His Fathers

Blood of His Father NOW AVAILABLE from FICTIONWISE

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Michelle Chambers Romance


Blood of His Fathers AVAILABLE NOW from

http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Fathers-Sinners-Saints-ebook/dp/B003WQBD3M

AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK JANUARY 2011

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Yes, she hated hurting Tom, and even more she hated separating her son Jake from his father, but Jessica Addison knew that to stay married to a man she never loved is no way to live. She walked away from her marriage with the intention of discovering herself as a person, but Jessica is about to find out more than she ever wanted or needed to know.

To say he hates his father would be like saying people did not care for Hitler, but Jason McCormack knows firsthand the power and evil behind the public persona of Alexander McCormack, and it makes Hitler look like a humanitarian. He has no intention of letting one more innocent person suffer his father’s wrath, and to do that he will have to keep her very close.

It should have been a relatively boring evening going to her high school reunion, but for Jessica it turns out to be the beginning of a nightmare. She is virtually accosted by a man who awakens something in her body that she has never known, but it is his message to her that stops her heart.

Michelle Chambers Romance-- love just got a little bit more complicated

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Excerpt #2- Blood of His Fathers

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The party was in full swing when Jess and Claire arrived at the old school. Their entrance hadn’t gone unnoticed and Claire was immediately swooped upon by a gaggle of chatty females. But she managed an apologetic smile before being whisked away to the other side of the Banqueting Hall. Jess brushed a nervous hand down the front of her long dress and sighed. Claire had left her alone to face ex-classmates and former tormentors. She pasted a small smile on her face and meandered through the crowded hall, gently kicking at the black and white balloons at her feet.
She could boast some modicum of success as a freelance journalist, and although she’d had numerous pieces published on subjects ranging from the arts to the environment, Jess could find no one who recalled having read any of her articles. That was quite demoralizing. But she took comfort from the fact those who once teased and mocked her during her school years were now busy envying her metamorphosis—jealously guarding husbands and boyfriends on their arm. Now, uncertainties were reversed.
Never one for crowds, she soon sought refuge in the hollow, quieter corridors of the old school, far away from the noise, endless questions and insincere comments.
The school hadn’t changed. Stairs still creaked where they had creaked eons before. Powder blue paint still peeled from the same old places on the same old powder blue walls. Except the ceilings were not as high, corridors not as long and rooms not as eerie and hollow as captured in the blueprint of youthful perceptions.
Jess ambled further through the vaulted hallways, absorbing the ambience of a distant past and battling painful reminders of her own. She left the upper classrooms and returned in quiet contemplation to the ground floor. And then slipped out the emergency exit door leading onto the central quadrangle.
Her strappy high-heeled sandals were hardly appropriate for a brisk, snow-filled night. And she’d left her pashmina in the Banqueting Hall. Head bent, she braced herself against the biting cold and scurried along the stone colonnade to the library at the other side of the quadrangle. The caretaker had promised to unlock the library door. She hoped she’d not be disappointed.
She pulled open the door and was immediately hit by a gulf of air escaping across her face and shoulders. She relished the brief rush of warmth and entered the place where she’d spent plenty of school hours hiding and masking her loneliness. She closed the door behind her and, adjusting her eyes to the darkness, concentrated on listening to the silence.
Faint shafts of moonlight streamed through the high windows, although she didn’t need any light to fuel her memory of the room.
She walked the length of the central aisle, her heels clicking softly over the black and white tiles. Past row upon row of towering bookcases adorned by marble busts of dead poets and literary scholars. Some sitting atop pedestals like bookends and others aloft, gazing down upon their late night guest. Then standing before her under a beautiful stained glass window was the full-length marble statue of the school’s benefactor and namesake. She rubbed her hands over her bare shoulders, warming the chill settling once again upon her skin, and studied the alabaster face shining in the moonlight.
The library door opened and then closed loudly behind her. She froze. Her heart jumped painfully in her chest and blood rushed loudly in her ears. Someone had entered and moved with heavy, measured steps toward her.
Jess spun about. She angled her head and tuned her senses for some clue, some hint of recognition. There was none. She backed away as her panic surged, her breath escaping on a tight whisper.
“Who’s there? Mr. Henry?”
The footsteps drew closer. Eyes wide, she watched the figure of a man draw near without breaking stride. He was too tall to be the elderly caretaker.
She scrambled backward and gasped. “Who are you? What do you want?”
She glimpsed his face in the half light and knew him at once. Her breath locked in her chest as he backed her toward the full-length marble statue.
“Tell Tom I won’t give Jake up,” she blurted with a defiance she didn’t feel.
He stilled. Jess lowered her gaze to his mouth, her memory filling in what she couldn’t clearly see. She shook off the incredible desire to touch him, to have his lips on hers and know his taste. She drew in a shaky breath. The air was cold and dry in her throat and her voice rasped.
“I won’t give Jake up.”
The bright white of his eyes narrowed. “I haven’t come to take your son away from you, Jessica. Tom didn’t send me. I’m here because of Sean.”
She reached a steadying hand behind her and grasped the cold stone there. Her other hand went to her breast as she tried to quell the erratic beat of her racing heart. Her questions, her confusion, were lost under the loud roar of Sean’s name exploding through her brain.
“Sean.” She whispered her disbelief.
She berated herself for the weakness in her voice. She didn’t want to give this man any impression other than that of someone in complete and utter control, but…Sean? She hadn’t seen or spoken to her brother in almost fourteen years. Sean’s name belonged to the past along with everything else she wanted, needed, to forget. Yet in a matter of moments its very utterance had brought the past back in one powerful, painful surge.
Sean had always been uncontrollable and unpredictable, but it was only after their father died that he truly changed. He’d joined a local street gang, rising through its ranks within months to become their leader. Yet every week he would send money. Money Jess had refused to touch, although her mother had no such qualms. Their mother had chosen her own path and Sean’s side—closing her eyes to his violence, his aggression and his criminal dealings.
Jess raised her gaze to the lambent eyes steadily watching her. She had nothing to do with her brother’s life, but would this man hold her accountable for it anyway? She could try racing for the door. He stepped closer, placing his body squarely in front of hers as if she’d spoken the thought aloud.
“I haven’t seen Sean in fourteen years,” she said. “I-If he’s done something…if he owes you money…please, a-allow me time—” She closed her eyes, hating her stutter. “I have a son.”
The air warmed upon her face and she frowned at the slightest touch of his hand against her cheek. She opened her eyes into his. She found it hard to breathe when he looked at her with such intensity. His gaze dropped to the soft rise of her breasts and she touched her tongue to her glossed lips. She pressed her back against the cold stone, welcoming the diversion of its sobering effect against her bare skin. His eyes flitted upward to hers.
“If I was going to hurt you, Jessica, I would’ve done so already,” he murmured.
“Then, what do you want?”
“I want you to come with me,” he said.
He was too composed, his voice too calm. Jess swallowed nervously. He wasn’t giving her a choice.
“Why?”
“The why is for later,” he parried.
Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck and crept down her arms. Sean had been at his most dangerous, too, when his voice was most quiet.
“And if I choose not to come?”
He stepped forward. “I don’t want to think of what might happen to your son if you don’t.”
Jess gasped. Her eyes widened, searching his in the darkness and pleading for him to understand. She dug her fingers into the cold stone behind her certain it was the only thing keeping her upright.
“Jake has nothing to do with Sean. And I can’t pay Sean’s debt.”
“That’s not what I’m asking, Jessica. But I need you to trust me.”
“To come with you?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head and frowned. “Why can’t we talk here?”
He placed a hand beside her head on the plinth and leaned forward. He watched her, his expression unreadable even across the part of his face illuminated by moonlight.
“This isn’t open to negotiation, Jessica.”
Fear and uncertainty roller coastered through her veins, and yet she couldn’t deny the vortex of desire churning inside her too. It was absurd. It was crazy. And in her predicament, it made absolutely no sense at all. But he felt their attraction too. She was sure of it.
She heard it in the way he said her full name and had felt it as a shiver passed through him to her when their fingers first touched. She saw it in his eyes every time he looked at her, and it was there now in the way his breath exhaled hotly against her lips. She raised her hands to his chest to draw him closer…to push him away. She didn’t know. His mouth lowered to hers and then stopped.
Frustration, disappointment and relief warred in her heart as she sensed him pull back. She shivered from the rush of cool air hitting her skin, hardly knowing what to make of the onslaught of wanton feelings coursing through her.

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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Note of Explanation

RIPPLES IN THE WATER will be RE-RELEASED as POLITICS AND TREASON, but with an added 150 pages. And why would I undertake such a thing? Because Ripples in the Water is a darn good yarn. It's received a couple of excellent reviews, but it hasn't sold well. The reason? The cover looks like it's an ad for a copy of the Jehovah Witness' WatchTower rather than a sensual historical novel. What was I thinking? Arrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Get on with it!

God, I really need to start concentrating and stop procrastinating. This book is not going to edit itself.
Okay. Time to give myself a deadline. One month from today I will submit Politics and Treason (previously released as Ripples in the Water) to Resplendence Publishing. (August 26th)

Friday, July 23, 2010

My latest release, Blood of His Fathers, available from...

All Romance Ebooks, Amazon.com (Ebook)

I'VE BEEN INTERVIEWED

I'm delighted to be interviewed on Taylor Tryst's blog site. Drop on by and get to know me.

http://taylortryst.blogspot.com

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Finally...

I've sent out review requests for my latest release Blood of His Fathers and I've swept a broom through my blog. I'm finally ready to knuckle down and finish my works in progress, Politics and Treason and Shakespeare Masquerade.

I'm so excited about these two new stories. And you will be too. Watch this space.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

promo/excerpt #1 Blood of his Fathers

Manchester, England
Friday, February 26

Jessica Addison looked out the first-class compartment window onto the monotonous streak of black tunnel wall flashing by, pleased she hadn’t been stuck with unwanted company for the entire two and a half hour journey. In less than fifteen minutes she would reach her destination. There was no turning back. It was foolish to feel this way, but she was more than a little nervous about attending her high school reunion. She tugged her coat tighter about her body and crossed her legs at the knees.
What would her old-classmates think of her now? How long had it been since she last saw any of them—fourteen, maybe fifteen years? She released a silent breath. They weren’t her friends. None of them had ever been her friends. She didn’t have friends.
Her eyes focused on her reflection in the tinted window. Except for the barest touch of lip gloss she wore no further make-up. The insecure, spotty schoolgirl with large owl-like glasses was gone and in her place was a woman who’d grown in confidence these last few years. A woman who believed in herself far more than she’d ever done before.
Jess tightened her fists until her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms. Despite her newfound strength one thing hadn’t changed, her fear of dark enclosed spaces. She closed her eyes and wished the tunnel would hurry and come to an end.
For most of her life she’d been afraid. To live, to love…to give her heart, and she knew who was to blame for that. Her mother. Tom, on the other hand, had thought the explanation a little less complicated. She was simply incapable of loving herself or anybody else, he’d said. Isn’t that why their marriage had failed?
Tom loved her. That’d been evident in his every look and touch, yet the more Tom had wanted her the more she couldn’t help but despise him for it. Jess grimaced. Marriage to Tom had been neither her desire nor her decision. He’d entered her life when she’d been vulnerable and her own happiness had meant nothing. But she’d never imagined she would be the one to hurt him.
She’d tried to make their relationship work and for six years Tom had been enough. But she couldn’t prevent the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘what could’ve been’ from rising up between them. Or stop the pervasive mist of regret from chilling her heart.
It shocked her that she could still remember her first lover. Still hear his voice whispering to her in the darkness, still feel his weight crushing her as she became a woman in his arms. If only she could go back in time and relive that moment. To have the confidence to believe his words and the courage to say yes to all he’d offered. She shouldn’t have runaway.
The train slowed, its wheels screeching softly along the track. She clasped her hands firmly together on her lap. It was absurd. She hadn’t even remembered his name, but one night, so many nights ago, he’d taken a part of her that Tom could never make whole.
The winter sunshine exploded abruptly behind her closed eyelids and she released a heavy sigh, dispelling the idiocy of her fear. The tunnel would’ve come to an end sooner or later. She blinked her eyes open and gazed out onto the red-bricked terraced houses and snow-covered embankments passing by.
It hadn’t been easy taking Jake away from his father. Yet what she wanted, what she needed, what she longed for was something Tom could never give her. A sense of completion. Tom didn’t complete her. Not like—Jess expelled a deep breath and lowered her gaze to her bare ring finger.
She hadn’t regretted the divorce. Tom had said she would. He hadn’t wanted her to suffer the consequences. He hadn’t wanted to see her hurt.
She frowned, puzzled.
Suffer the consequences. A strange choice of words, funny how she’d never considered them before.
A voice crackled over the intercom. She glanced out the window again, half-listening to the obligatory announcements reminding passengers of this and informing them of that—letting her gaze flick over the graffiti-sprayed walls, high voltage junction boxes and weather-beaten signs welcoming her return to Manchester.
“No regrets,” she murmured.
She uncrossed then re-crossed her legs. Why did she let her mother talk her into going to the silly reunion in the first place? With Tom she’d finally found her voice. She’d learned to stand her ground and defend her decisions. Why couldn’t she do that with her mother? Why did she have to be that weak, lost little girl still seeking her mother’s approval?
She ought to hate her mother, but she couldn’t do that either. God knew she had reason enough, but there was Jake to consider now. There was an undeniable bond between him and his grandmother that she couldn’t bring herself to break. Jess smiled as she remembered her son’s beaming, conspiring face the evening her mother came to collect him. The little traitor had gone without as much as a token struggle or backward glance.
“That’s better,” a masculine voice acknowledged.
Her startled gaze lifted to the tall man leaning with nonchalant ease near the exit doors. Everything about him—from his muscular physique encased in an expensively tailored dark suit to the confident curve of his lips and amber colored eyes glittering from beneath straight, dark brows—exuded power and position.
In years gone by Jess would’ve crumbled under the sheer intensity of his scrutiny, but time had taught her to control her emotions and hide her feelings well. She calmly released the breath she was holding and schooled her features into one of blatant disinterest. She tilted her chin and forced herself not to look away.
“What’s better?”
“Your smile,” he said. “Very pretty and all too fleeting.”
Jess lifted a finely shaped eyebrow with practiced indifference. “Really,” she said, unconvinced.
He chuckled. A soft, sexy sound that fluttered down her spine and nestled with incredible precision between her thighs. “Yes, really.”
She tightened her arms across her chest and ignored the unaccustomed warmth spreading up her cheeks and pooling in the pit of her stomach. She turned her face toward the window glad the train had finally pulled into the station. In a matter of moments they would be going their separate ways and she would never think about this man again. Or the way her body stirred to life under the feral heat of his gaze.
The final few passengers in the car filed past her toward the exit. She slid from behind the table separating the double seats and stood, reaching for the overnight bag on the luggage rack above her head. To her dismay it’d shifted during the journey and now lay beyond her searching fingers. She rose on her toes and tried again.
“Allow me.”
She tensed at the sound of his voice behind her. She’d thought he’d gone. She briefly closed her eyes and remembered to breathe.
There was no longer any distance protecting her from their attraction. It practically ignited the air between them and melted her insides. She locked her knees and stiffened her spine, fighting the urge to listen to her body and succumb to the sensual aroma of faint aftershave and masculine scent seducing her senses.
It’d been a long time since a man affected her like this. But she hadn’t simply divorced Tom to get laid by the first handsome man who turned her head or sent her pulse racing. She’d made that mistake a long time ago. She didn’t intend to make it again. She clenched her fists and sought to control her breathing.
His hand stretched above hers as he reached for the travel bag. And whether by accident or design their fingers touched. Jess jerked backward taking her hand with her and collided into the solid frame behind her. He placed his free hand against her stomach and used the length of his body to steady her.
“I’ve got you, Jessica.”
He’d murmured her name. He knew her name.
That sudden realization took hold of her brain sending a cold chill down her spine. She spun sharply from his embrace as quickly as the small space between his body and the table would allow. She craned her neck to meet his gaze and wished she were wearing three-inch stilettos. No one ever called her Jessica, not even Tom had called her that.
Loud voices and approaching steps broke the tensed silence as new passengers in search of seats for the return journey to London moved through the train. Some stayed in the car while others jostled up the narrow aisle behind him en route to the next wagon, pushing him steadily closer into her comfort zone.
The heat of his body seared through her clothes to her flesh, branding the sensitive peaks of her breasts until they swelled, heavy and tight and screamed for relief. She took a step backward, mortified by the very power of her response to him. The table pressed against the back of her thighs, hindering her movement.
He suddenly pulled back and held out the bag to her. She grabbed it with more force than was necessary and clasped it to her chest. She studied a point on his suit.
“H-How do you know my name?”
“Another time, Jessica,” he said.
Was that a threat or a promise? She raised her eyes to his. A hint of a smile tugged at his lips before he turned and walked away from her. She sank back against the table and, expelling a ragged breath, willed her body once more under her control.
Tom!
Her ex-husband’s name exploded through her mind and her heart skidded against her ribs. Tom had threatened to take custody of Jake. He was also wealthy enough to afford the best of everything and everyone—including lawyers.
Jess spun to the window in time to see the tall, dark-haired figure weave through the crowded platform and disappear from view. She rushed from the train. If he worked for Tom she wanted to know.
She stared down the platform.
Shit! Where is he?
“Jess! Jess!”
A loud, shrill voice greeted her with obvious delight from the gate at Platform Seven and she was forced to turn her thoughts to the woman waving with frantic enthusiasm at her. It was Claire. Claire who’d sent the invitation for the reunion and who’d invited Jess for a pre-party get together.
Jess cast a final glance about her and, relaxing her features, commanded her brain to function. She walked with purposeful steps across the platform, although she couldn’t bring herself to return Claire’s genuine smile and warm welcome.

BLOOD OF HIS FATHERS- available now from Resplendence Publishing

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COMING SOON from Resplendence Publishing LLC- BLOOD OF HIS FATHERS

BLURB- BLOOD OF HIS FATHERS

“Neither you nor your grandfather appreciated what it meant to be born a McCormack. But as long as I live the McCormack fortune will never again belong to a Thomas, never again to descendants of slaves. Do you understand?”
“Jessica is my wife,” Jason elaborated slowly. “A McCormack.”


Alexander McCormack has secretly orchestrated Jessica’s life for the past fifteen years. Decisions she’s deemed to have made are an illusion. Even her marriage proves to be nothing more than elaborate manipulation.

Jessica is no longer content with a life that brings her little joy and no passion. With divorce comes unexpected danger for her and her young son, and Jess’s only recourse for safety lies in an unlikely savior, Jason McCormack.

A hidden backdrop of age-long deceit, hatred and murder slowly manifests as Jessica finds herself drawn physically and emotionally closer to the man her every instinct—and cold hard fact—tells her she should avoid at all costs.

COMING SOON

COMING SOON from Resplendence Publishing LLC- BLOOD OF HIS FATHERS

BLURB- BLOOD OF HIS FATHERS

“Neither you nor your grandfather appreciated what it meant to be born a McCormack. But as long as I live the McCormack fortune will never again belong to a Thomas, never again to descendants of slaves. Do you understand?”
“Jessica is my wife,” Jason elaborated slowly. “A McCormack.”


Alexander McCormack has secretly orchestrated Jessica’s life for the past fifteen years. Decisions she’s deemed to have made are an illusion. Even her marriage proves to be nothing more than elaborate manipulation.

Jessica is no longer content with a life that brings her little joy and no passion. With divorce comes unexpected danger for her and her young son, and Jess’s only recourse for safety lies in an unlikely savior, Jason McCormack.

A hidden backdrop of age-long deceit, hatred and murder slowly manifests as Jessica finds herself drawn physically and emotionally closer to the man her every instinct—and cold hard fact—tells her she should avoid at all costs.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

'new' book-- Treason

Okay. I'm ready to rewrite my Historical novel. This story first came out in 2007 titled Ripples in the Water. But I believe the combination of a dud cover and a bit of laziness on my part contributed to its absolute flop.

So, now what I'm going to do is rewrite the story. I've already written a prequel, which on second thought I won't be releasing as an apart story but will interweave within the fabric of Ripples in the Water.

The 'new' book is titled Treason. And with a kickass cover it will definitely be worth the re-release. Here's hoping I can find a publisher to do that.

Watch this space.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Shakespeare Masquerade

I've just resubmitted Blood of His Fathers for a second round of editing and instead of diving into the book's sequel, Cold Blood, I've decide to complete a story I started last year. Shakespeare Masquerade. I'm about halfway, so if I really concentrate it should be ready by the end of the summer.

It was first submitted as a short story- Pound of Flesh, but my editor thought it would work better as a lengthier tale. And I agree

So, here goes

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Up until now...

Ripples in the Water is Michelle’s first published novel (2007, The Wild Rose Press). It’s one of those stories where the inspiration, she says, came from absolutely nowhere. She’d given birth to her son and was on maternity leave—she used to work as a therapy radiographer. One night she’d awoke without reason or rhyme with three names circling with absolute clarity in her head: Claerdal, Celeste and Guy Fawkes. But she was quite aware at that moment that the object of the exercise would be to link those names somehow. The result being her debut novel, Ripples in the Water.

Michelle has an insatiable love of history and it really doesn’t matter which history. She strives to find the story running parallel to whatever historical event she chooses to write about. History will never change, but there’ll always be someone else’s truth and that is what she tries to convey in her novels.
Ripples in the Water is an historical piece full of intrigue and suspense. It explores the power of coincidence.

Brenda Talley from The Romance Studio says, ‘This novel, written by Ms. Michelle Chambers, has very detailed, interesting scenarios which are spell-binding. The more I read, the more (and faster) I wanted to read...’

Linda L. from Fallen Angel Reviews says, ‘Michelle Chambers cast well-rounded characters that weave an intriguing tale...’

In 2007 Michelle Chambers entered, and won, a short-story (e-book) competition organised by The Wild Rose Press in New York. The story is called Fairytale Bride. It’s a tale of time-travel set in Regency England and explores the premise of the Law of Attraction.
Both Ripples in the Water and Fairytale Bride are available at www.fictionwise.com or www.thewildrosepress.com or www.amazon.com

Michelle has recently submitted a proposal for the prequel to Ripples in the Water, titled Celeste, to Resplendence Publishing LLC in New York. Celeste follows the heroine’s dramatic journey from innocence to worldly-wise while she wrestles with heartache and fears and becomes the woman she need to be in the sequel, Ripples in the Water.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE


FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Author Contact Information: Michelle Chambers
mcbook@live.nl


Blood of His Fathers
Her ancestry can be traced back to his--Love just got a little bit more complicated


New York (June 29, 2010)—Blood of His Fathers isn’t quite what many romance readers would expect, but it doesn’t disappoint. It has some elements of the conventional thriller, the structure of the literary novel and more than a touch of romance without the superficial connotations of that word.
There’s dramatic tension in the story of the McCormacks, their strange background and history and an interesting consideration of the power of coincidence. The story of misguided actions, emotional betrayal, murder and eventual discovery is complex but doesn’t lose its way.
This is either a thriller concealed inside a literary novel or a literary novel dressed as a thriller. The reader can decide which.

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Ripples in the Water is Michelle’s first published novel (2007, The Wild Rose Press). It’s one of those stories where the inspiration, she says, came from absolutely nowhere. She’d given birth to her son and was on maternity leave—she used to work as a therapy radiographer. One night she’d awoke without reason or rhyme with three names circling with absolute clarity in her head: Claerdal, Celeste and Guy Fawkes. But she was quite aware at that moment that the object of the exercise would be to link those names somehow. The result being her debut novel, Ripples in the Water.

Michelle has an insatiable love of history and it really doesn’t matter which history. She strives to find the story running parallel to whatever historical event she chooses to write about. History will never change, but there’ll always be someone else’s truth and that is what she tries to convey in her novels.
Ripples in the Water is an historical piece full of intrigue and suspense. It explores the power of coincidence.

Brenda Talley from The Romance Studio says, ‘This novel, written by Ms. Michelle Chambers, has very detailed, interesting scenarios which are spell-binding. The more I read, the more (and faster) I wanted to read...’

Linda L. from Fallen Angel Reviews says, ‘Michelle Chambers cast well-rounded characters that weave an intriguing tale...’

Shannon from Coffee Time Romance and More says, 'This book is an undeniable page turner. With its various plots (political treason, rivalry and Celeste’s past) there is never a dull chapter. This books blends in each subplot masterfully to explain the main conflict of the story. I found myself relishing the mystery that prevails in this book as well as enjoying the deeply intense romance between the lovers...'

The power of coincidence, the Yin and Yang of life, the Law of Attraction, are all premises upon which Michelle Chambers bases her novels. And combined with the somewhat darker side of human nature she aims to give the reader a more in-depth and intense look at love. She dissects love into the spectrum she believes it is. As white light is a spectrum of colour, she believes love to be a spectrum of emotion. Sometimes ugly, sometimes beautiful, but shades of love nonetheless.

In 2007 Michelle Chambers entered, and won, a short-story (e-book) competition organised by The Wild Rose Press in New York. The story is called Fairytale Bride. It’s a tale of time-travel set in Regency England and explores the premise of the Law of Attraction.
Both Ripples in the Water and Fairytale Bride are available at www.fictionwise.com or www.thewildrosepress.com or www.amazon.com

Michelle has recently submitted a proposal for the prequel to Ripples in the Water, titled Celeste, to Resplendence Publishing LLC in New York. Celeste follows the heroine’s dramatic journey from innocence to worldly-wise while she wrestles with heartache and fears and becomes the woman she need to be in the sequel, Ripples in the Water.

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Michelle Chambers has lived in Holland for more than twenty years and is very much at home there. She moved initially from England with the intention of staying for a year, but met her husband with whom she has two children. She’s currently working on two new novels—the first, a sequel to Blood of His Fathers and the second, a tale loosely based on Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice titled Shakespeare Masquerade.

History plays an important role in Michelle’s stories. Her characters have history. Their opinions, behaviour, thoughts, sometimes in the extreme, are influenced much as we are by history- whether that be based on race, religion or experience, although Michelle is a huge fan of happy endings.

For further information please visit: www.miwi-carpediem.blogspot.com or add Michelle as a friend on facebook or myspace.

Michelle Chambers is available for comment at mcbook@live.nl