Showing posts with label Joanna Bourne. Show all posts
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Friday, October 21, 2011

Today's Special -- Joanna Bourne



We are delighted to have 2009 RITA award winning author, Joanna Bourne join us once again. Her newest release, The Black Hawk, (Check out my review here), is the latest in the series that started with the RITA-nominated, The Spymaster's Lady, and RITA-winning, My Lord and Spymaster. Joanna writes historicals that are so vivid and rich, they capture the imagination and stay with the reader long after they reach the end. As I said in my review, "Reading a Joanna Bourne novel is a feast for the senses: the decadence of a rich chocolate torte, the crisp, bubbly effervescence of a glass of champagne. Light and dark, sweet and spicy. Everything you could ever want and more." Please welcome the incredibly talented, and equally wonderful, Joanna Bourne to The Romance Dish.




The Girl Has Stones


I've been thinking about female characters and gems.
You thought I meant something else, didn't you?

What it is . . . gems and precious stones have stories woven about them. Topaz and turquoise and tourmaline aren't just pretty. They're the stuff of myth. As far back as we know, rare stones were thought to heal, protect, awaken magic.

Now I'm going to presume these fabled talents and proclivities of rocks are not, y'know, actually valid. But they're the center of universal and ancient beliefs. Without setting my characters to reading fortunes in crystals or dueling with magical sapphires, I can still call on The Power of Stones.

When we write, we reveal our characters by every means possible. We hand visual clues to the reader, telling her what kind of people we're writing about. And we like to be efficient about it, since we're busy and want to settle down to telling story. So we write some of our description in symbols and shortcuts and, if we're not careful, cliches. When our gal picks up a candle and heads down the mysterious staircase, if she's wearing a virginal white gown, we can be pretty sure something scary is going to jump at her out of the darkness. If she's sashaying down in a slinky black silk number, we expect somebody quite different to be waiting. We might assign our heroine long flowing locks, or sassy, bouncy curls or straight hair, hacked off ragged and short. Shortcuts and symbols.

So I'm thinking about gemstones and what they say about a character and how we might use them in telegraphing information to the reader.

Right this moment I'm working on Pax's story. In Chapter One, our heroine opens a letter and a child's ring falls out, a ring with 'a single, rather fine pearl'. Having written that, and thinking about it, I see that pearl saying, 'innocent, vulnerable, and pure'. There's really no other stone I could pick that would convey the same association. I lay down a picture of that ring and brush the reader's mind with two thousand years of legend and art about the pearl. Handy work for a single sentence in Chapter One.

Now, I generally can't load my heroines down with actual sapphires and opals. They're busy and often in hazardous circumstances and can't go running about decked out in gemstones. They are, you might say, always up to the elbows in the dishwater of danger and if they have rings they've put them carefully up on the window sill before they plunge in.
But, in the back of my mind, I assign my folks precious stones that characterize them.

Jessamyn, in My Lord and Spymaster, owns lots of jewelry, being amazingly and unnecessarily rich. For instance, she owns one of the great pearl necklaces of the world.

In a black velvet nest, dozens of pale moons glowed, not white, but the most fragile golden pink. Here were pearls the color of dawn. Mushajjar pearls, from the Gulf of Persia. The largest was the size of his thumbnail. He cupped them in the palm of his hand and they weighed no more than dreams and sea foam. You had to know a lot about pearls to realize just how astonishing this necklace was. It should have been locked in a vault.

Can I compare this string of remarkable pearls to the huge diamond Eve Dallas wears under her cop clothes? The pearls, like that diamond, are a gift and prized because of the giver. The pearls and that diamond are wealth that never succeeds in owning the wearer.


If I were picking a gem that characterizes Jess herself, it's amber. Amber is the gem of outpouring love, warm and golden. Its element is fire, but not uncontrolled fire -- the fire of home and hearth. Legend says amber comes from the tears of the daughters of Phoebus, the sun god. It's suited to her looks. Sebastian calls her a 'passionate Viking'.






Moving along to my Annique from The Spymaster's Lady. Her jewel is the ruby, blood red, intense, and focused. Ruby is the fire gem, the stone of the wounded sun. Rubies were supposed to warn of danger by turning dark, which I supposed Annique would have found useful if she'd been wearing one.

At the end of Spymaster's Lady we have the passage --

Deep, unconditional love swept across her. Thus Grey paid for her freedom with that great secret from his store of secrets. He was like a rajah laying down the legendary ruby of his kingdom to ransom his woman.





For Marguerite in Forbidden Rose, the gem is a pearl. This is even there in her name. Marguerite means daisy, yes. But the deeper origin of the name is pearl. I see Maggie as a baroque pearl combining the sense of vulnerability with lush beauty. The baroque pearl is the most complex and mysterious of jewels. Shift it ever so slightly and you see new images in the dark and light.







And that brings me to Justine in Black Hawk. I see Justine as diamond. The root of the word is Latin, adamas, which means unconquerable or invincible. Clear, bright, hard enough to scratch any other stone, enduring, with an inner integrity that resists coercion, this is the gem you'd choose as a weapon. The center shines with its own light. We say the diamond is clear. But it holds a hundred colors.

Hawker says,
"Owl, at work, was bright as the edge of a diamond, hot as fire sparks."





**I'll be giving away a copy of Black Hawk to some lucky commenter (U.S. and International)**


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So tell me, when you look at your favorite heroines -- what gemstone do you see for them?

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Review -- The Black Hawk

The Black Hawk
By Joanna Bourne
Publisher: Berkley
Release Date: November 1, 2011















Ever since Adrian appeared in The Spymaster's Lady, I have been dying for him to have his own book---me and every other Joanna Bourne fan. Well, that day has finally come, and it is more than worth the wait!

Adrian Hawkhurst, aka Hawker, has come a long way since his boyhood days as an expert pickpocket from the rookeries of St. Giles. Now Head of the British Intelligence Service---and a Knight Companion of The Order of the Bath, to boot---Adrian is, by all appearances, a gentleman of the first order. But looks can be deceiving, because under all that polish, lives the boy of unknown origins and the dangerous spy he grew to be, and his past shows up on his doorstep one night, bloodied and near death. Justine DeCabrillac, his past enemy and lover, the woman he has loved since they were on the cusp of adulthood. His "Owl" had returned.


He was not tall or massive. Not a walking mountain of threat like William Doyle. Hawker was the menace of a thin, sharp blade. He was strong in the deep fibers of his body. Tough as steel in the sinew and bone and straps of lean muscle.


Justine DeCabrillac was just thirteen years old the first time she met Hawker, but she was already in the employ of the Police Secrete in Paris. Though they were enemies, there was an irresistible pull between them, one they gave into a few years later, and continued for many years after. Enemies they have been, but their hearts told a different story. Justine now has critical information she must give Adrian, but someone else will stop at nothing to keep her from delivering it. Stabbed by an unseen assassin, Justine makes her way through the rainy London streets to find the only man she knows who might save her. The one she has never stopped loving. Adrian and Justine must overcome their distrust for one another and the pain of their past if they are to triumph over the unknown enemy who is pursuing them.

When Joanna Bourne first showed Adrian and Justine together as teenagers in The Forbidden Rose, I knew that these two would make for an incredible story, a page turner par excellence. I was right. Learning about their pasts, their trials and tribulations that shaped who they are, made their relationship so much deeper, richer. If ever a hero and heroine deserved a happy ending, it is Adrian and Justine. I'm continually amazed and delighted by the richness of Ms. Bourne's prose. It is lush and decadent, yet at the same time comforting, like a cashmere blanket you want to wrap around you, surrounding yourself in it's warmth. I find myself re-reading passages just to immerse myself in their vivid perfection.


She wore his crimson robe de banyan. Nothing else at all. To clasp his robe upon her was to feel surrounded by masculine arms. The color warmed her like the sun. Red silk for grand gestures, for luxurious desires and recklessness.


And another....


"Truth, then. You want to hear truth." He couldn't touch Owl, except with his eyes, so he let his imagination slide across her, planning where he'd kiss her later tonight. He liked kissing beauty and he'd done a certain amount of that over the years. With Owl, he'd start with beauty and go on to kissing ruthlessness and ideals in the lines at the corners of her eyes. Passion and practicality sitting around her mouth. Not a comfortable woman, his Owl. Not ordinary.


Reading a Joanna Bourne novel is a feast for the senses: the decadence of a rich chocolate torte, the crisp, bubbly effervescence of a glass of champagne. Light and dark, sweet and spicy. Everything you could ever want and more. The Black Hawk has on-the-edge-of-your-seat intrigue, heart-wrenching drama, sizzling romance, and soul-stirring love. It is going to have a place of honor on my keeper shelves....as soon as I read it again...and again.

~ Gannon


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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Guest Author - - Joanna Bourne

Today, we are honored to welcome 2009 RITA Award-winning author, Joanna Bourne to The Romance Dish.  Her newest release, The Forbidden Rose, (Check out Gannon's 5-Star review here) is the much anticipated prequel to her RITA-nominated, The Spymaster's Lady and RITA-winning, My Lord and Spymaster.  Joanna's books are wonderfully rich, historical adventures set in France and England, with writing so exquisite that I find myself catching my breath at the beauty of her words.  As Gannon said in her review of The Forbidden Rose, "I couldn't decide if I should devour it in one sitting, like a decadent chocolate truffle or savor each word like a rich, luscious creme brulee."  Anyone who picks up a Jo Bourne book will know exactly how she feels.  Please join me in welcoming the supremely talented and delightful,  Joanna Bourne.



I am so very pleased to be here today at The Romance Dish, celebrating the release of my next book in the Spymaster series, The Forbidden Rose.

I've been puzzled for a couple of years now about what to say I'm writing. Can I call it Historical Romance Adventure? Historical, because we're set anywhere between the French Revolution and Waterloo -- and isn't that an exciting piece of history? Romance, because every book is, at its heart, the story of a man and a woman finding each other.

But I also want to write an adventure. We talk about strong heroines -- did I say I'm a big fan of strong heroines? -- I want my strong heroine to get out there and do great deeds.


In The Forbidden Rose my Regency spies return to France. It's 1794. Marguerite de Fleurignac, French aristocrat, and William Doyle, British spy, are caught up in the terror of the French Revolution. The fabric of the world has unraveled. The compacts of civilization are broken. The highest ideals spawn the most terrible realities. Treachery makes itself comfy in the salons of Paris.

History is poised on a knife edge. A knife edge is an uncomfortable place to be. What happens when the leader of a secret organization smuggling émigrés out of France is betrayed by those she trusted. When she must walk into Paris, into the very shadow of the guillotine, to protect her followers and her family. When she has no one to turn to but big, brutal-looking, William Doyle . . . and he has an agenda of his own that seems, somehow, to involve her.

It takes a determined woman to match a rough-edged man like Doyle. They find love in the middle of betrayal and chaos. They have to fight tooth and nail to keep it.

And there's the matter of staying alive. They have to do that too.

To celebrate the release of The Forbidden Rose, I'm giving away a signed copy to one lucky commenter.

So tell me . . . what kind of adventure would you send a heroine on?

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Review -- The Forbidden Rose

The Forbidden Rose
By Joanna Bourne
Publisher: Berkley
Release Date: June 1, 2010











When I first started reading The Forbidden Rose I couldn't decide if I should devour it in one sitting, like a decadent chocolate truffle or savor each word like a rich, luscious creme brulee. Well, the creme brulee method won out, and I was rewarded by an incredible story that's a veritable gourmet banquet for the senses!

Caught up in the horror of the French Revolution and the bloody Reign of Terror, aristocrat Marguerite de Fleurignac is hiding out in her family's burned out chateau. Disguised as a governess named Maggie Duncan, she is part of La Fleche, an underground network that smuggles French citizens across the channel to England. As an aristocrat, Maggie is in constant danger, but if her participation in La Fleche is ever discovered, she would be headed to the guillotine for certain.

William Doyle, one of England's best spies, is working undercover as Guillaume LeBreton, a peddler who is traveling with his servant boy, Adrian Hawker. He is really in France to find Maggie's father, who is possession of a list of English men who may be targeted for assassination. When Doyle and Adrian arrive at the chateau, they discover Maggie hiding in the stables. Doyle's goal is to earn Maggie's trust in the hope that she will lead him to her father... and his list. Although Maggie is wary of Doyle, she realizes that if she travels with him and Adrian, she will have a better chance of reaching Paris safely. But she never thought she'd have to guard her heart, which she is in danger of losing to Doyle.


She did not say that she had begun to ache for him at the threshold of her body, between her legs. That he was simple bread to someone who had been hungry for a long time. That he was the shelter of trees to a traveler lost in the freezing rain. She could only give him one small part of the huge truth. "I become one of my stories when I touch you."


Maggie, Doyle and Adrian must travel the perilous roads to Paris, hiding their true identities from those who watch them and wish them harm. Amidst the terror and intrigue of the Revolution, Doyle and Maggie succumb to the passion that overtakes them. Passion quickly turns to love, but can they trust one another or will their fledgling relationship end in betrayal?

I have been looking forward to Maggie and Doyle's story since they first graced the pages of The Spymaster's Lady---one of the best books I have ever read!---and Ms. Bourne brought them both so vividly to life that I could practically see and hear them. She can say more in one sentence than most people can convey in an entire page. When I review a book, I mark passages that "speak to me". I lost count of the number of markers I had. Just when I thought I had read a line that took my breath away with its eloquence, I would quickly find another.


One cannot put the fruit back on the tree. One cannot unbreak the egg. She could not, not ever again for all of eternity, unknow what she knew of his body. Someday, when she was old, she would take this knowledge out as if it were a letter she had treasured. By then, the pain would be thin and crackly, like old paper.

She would be changed as well. She was quite certain old women did not feel this sort of pain. As if the air were knives that cut, going in and out of the throat.


The Forbidden Rose is a prequel of sorts to The Spymaster's Lady, and fans of Ms. Bourne will delight in every page of this historical romance gem. And for those who have been waiting for Adrian's story, it will be up next. We get a glimpse of his heroine in The Forbidden Rose, and is she ever going to give Adrian a run for his money! Joanna Bourne is a gifted wordsmith whose talent knows no bounds. I highly recommend The Forbidden Rose---it's destined for a coveted spot on my keeper shelf....and hopefully yours, too.


~ Gannon