Over the Moon about June and her New Book

My guest is June Moonbridge.

J.Moonbridge aka P.RovereAbout the author:
June was born in June and she always loved the moon. She comes from Slovenia, a country which got its independence almost three decades ago.

She studied economics, and quickly realized she hated it. Afterwards, she found herself working in  mainly male-dominated businesses; at first in automotive and later steel products. She can choose the best steel for your project, but don’t, please don’t, ask her which lipstick brand you should use.

She started to write in high school and was criticized by her teacher. Stubborn as she is, that didn’t stop her. Under different pen names, she had stories published in magazines, and then went on to publish three books.

After having two children, and learning that her second child has autism, she married their father and carried on working. Work and family life left her with little free time. But the desire to write didn’t die. When life somehow sorted itself out, she decided to write a novel in English and her first submissions were rejected.

For what happened then, re-read the third paragraph, second sentence above.

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If you’re like most readers, you like to know what you’re getting into, so have a look at the “blurb” on the back cover of June’s new book.

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Here is an excerpt:

…It took most of my strength to get out of bed. Although I spotted my shoes by the bed, I stayed barefooted. While still feeling dizzy, the previous evening came back slowly to me. I started to count how many glasses of champagne I’d had, but it was just too much for me to remember.

Looking around the room again, I tried to think where I was. How had I got here? Who’d undressed me? My eyes stopped on the bed I’d slept in. It was messy, but not only on the side where I slept, but on the other too.

A name finally surfaced from my heavy head. Lorcan. I’d left the Crest Charity Ball with him. The next question that came to my mind was: Where the hell is Harry? Why didn’t he come to get me? He knew who accompanied me when I left.

Seeing myself in the mirror made me grimace. I tried to get my hair sorted at least, and I started to comb it with my hands but it was far too knotty. So I picked up a ribbon that I’d had in my hair the previous night and made myself a firm knot at the base of my neck. I felt a little better, but the taste in my mouth was awful and I was still unaware of where I was or what time it was.

I could hear someone talking on the other side of the door: Harry and Lorcan. How much conversation I’d missed I didn’t know.

“I don’t understand,” I heard Harry say. Lorcan answered him with a question.

“What?”

“I don’t understand how she fell asleep in the car. She drank two, maybe three glasses of champagne … Alright, there was that glass of brandy in the car…”

“What? How much?”

“She drank a glass of brandy in the car and those two glasses at the table…” Harry’s voice was a little broken. And then silence again. I wondered myself how much I’d drunk and was unable to recollect, but was pretty sure I drank a lot more than Harry said. The painful throbbing in my head was proof of that.

“From the moment I arrived, she drank at least six glasses of champagne. How much she had drunk before—I’m not sure. The last one…”

“What did you say?”

I could just imagine the astonished expression on Harry’s face. I sighed. The men didn’t know I was awake or that I was listening to their conversation.

“You heard me. It looks like she’s not accustomed to heavy drinking. So what made her drink?” Lorcan’s voice was calm.

Silence again. I started to wonder if Harry would tell him what was going on in our life to make me behave the way I did. So much was going on, not least Lorcan Shore!

“I’m not the one to tell you. She’ll have to tell you herself. If she wants to.” I had a hard job hearing Harry’s quietly spoken voice. “What I think is … and don’t misunderstand me … but getting involved with you doesn’t help her at all. We’ll solve her problems alone.”

I realised we were on a slippery slope. I had to stop myself from entering the sitting room.

“What problems?” The tone of Lorcan’s voice changed. I didn’t like it. No one liked to hear that someone had problems…

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You can buy June’s books here:

amazon.com

amazon.co.uk

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01FW23QTC

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