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Θαλασσινό Αγέρι - Άρλεκιν Συλλογή #61
Η Λάουρα είχε περάσει όλη της τη ζωή στις Νότιες Θάλασσες, μέχρι που ο θετός της πατέρας πέθανε αφήνοντας τη ολομόναχη, χωρίς πόρους, σ' ένα απομονωμένο νησάκι του Ειρηνικού.
Μια μέρα φτάνει στο νησί ένα καΐκι κι ο ερχομός του της φάνηκε σαν θείο δώρο.
Όμως ο καπετάνιος του, ένας σκληρός κι αυταρχικός άντρας, αρνείται κατηγορηματικά να την πάρει μαζί του.
Στην απελπισία της η Λάουρα αποφασίζει να φύγει έστω και σαν λαθρεπιβάτισσα ...
Μια μέρα φτάνει στο νησί ένα καΐκι κι ο ερχομός του της φάνηκε σαν θείο δώρο.
Όμως ο καπετάνιος του, ένας σκληρός κι αυταρχικός άντρας, αρνείται κατηγορηματικά να την πάρει μαζί του.
Στην απελπισία της η Λάουρα αποφασίζει να φύγει έστω και σαν λαθρεπιβάτισσα ...
160 pages, Unknown Binding
First published May 1, 1979
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About the author
Anne Weale
221 books49 followersJay Blakeney
aka Anne Weale, Andrea Blake
Jay Blakeney was born on Juny 20, 1929. Her great-grandfather was a well-known writer on moral theology, so perhaps she inherited her writing gene from him. She was "talking stories" to herself long before she could read. When she was still at school, she sold her first short stories to a woman's magazine and she feels she was destined to write. Decided to became a writer, she started writing for newspapers and magazines.
At 21, Jay was a newspaper reporter with a career plan, but the man she was wildly in love with announced that he was off to the other side of the world. He thought they should either marry or say goodbye. She always believed that true love could last a lifetime, and she felt that wonderful men were much harder to find than good jobs, so she put her career on hold. What a wise decision it was! She felt that new young women seem less inclined to risk everything for love than her generation.
Together they traveled the world. If she hadn't spent part of her bridal year living on the edge of a jungle in Malaysia, she might never have become a romance writer. That isolated house, and the perils of the state of emergency that existed in the country at that time, gave her a background and plot ideally suited to a genre she had never read until she came across some romances in the library of a country club they sometimes visited. She can write about love with the even stronger conviction that comes from experience.
When they returned to Europe, Jay resumed her career as a journalist, writing her first romance in her spare time. She sold her first novel as Anne Weale to Mills and Boon in 1955 at the age of 24. At 30, with seven books published, she "retired" to have a baby and become a full-time writer. She raised a delightful son, David, who is as adventurous as his father. Her husband and son have even climbed in the Andes and the Himalayas, giving her lots of ideas for stories. When she retired from reporting, her fiction income -- a combination of amounts earned as a Mills & Boon author and writing for magazines such as Woman's Illustrated, which serialized the work of authors -- exceed 1,000 pounds a year.
She was a founding member of the The Romantic Novelists' Association. In 2002 she published her last novel, in total, she wrote 88 novels. She also wrote under the pseudonym Andrea Blake. She loved setting her novels in exotic parts of the world, but specially in The Caribbean and in her beloved Spain. Since 1989, Jay spent most of the winter months in a very small "pueblo" in the backwoods of Spain. During years, she visited some villages, and from each she have borrowed some feature - a fountain, a street, a plaza, a picturesque old house - to create some places like Valdecarrasca, that is wholly imaginary and yet typical of the part of rural Spain she knew best. She loved walking, reading, sketching, sewing (curtains and slipcovers) and doing needlepoint, gardening, entertaining friends, visiting art galleries and museums, writing letters, surfing the Net, traveling in search of exciting locations for future books, eating delicious food and drinking good wine, cataloguing her books.
She wrote a regular website review column for The Bookseller from 1998 to 2004, before starting her own blog Bookworm on the Net. At the time of her death, on October 24, 2007, she was working on her autobiography "88 Heroes... 1 Mr. Right".
aka Anne Weale, Andrea Blake
Jay Blakeney was born on Juny 20, 1929. Her great-grandfather was a well-known writer on moral theology, so perhaps she inherited her writing gene from him. She was "talking stories" to herself long before she could read. When she was still at school, she sold her first short stories to a woman's magazine and she feels she was destined to write. Decided to became a writer, she started writing for newspapers and magazines.
At 21, Jay was a newspaper reporter with a career plan, but the man she was wildly in love with announced that he was off to the other side of the world. He thought they should either marry or say goodbye. She always believed that true love could last a lifetime, and she felt that wonderful men were much harder to find than good jobs, so she put her career on hold. What a wise decision it was! She felt that new young women seem less inclined to risk everything for love than her generation.
Together they traveled the world. If she hadn't spent part of her bridal year living on the edge of a jungle in Malaysia, she might never have become a romance writer. That isolated house, and the perils of the state of emergency that existed in the country at that time, gave her a background and plot ideally suited to a genre she had never read until she came across some romances in the library of a country club they sometimes visited. She can write about love with the even stronger conviction that comes from experience.
When they returned to Europe, Jay resumed her career as a journalist, writing her first romance in her spare time. She sold her first novel as Anne Weale to Mills and Boon in 1955 at the age of 24. At 30, with seven books published, she "retired" to have a baby and become a full-time writer. She raised a delightful son, David, who is as adventurous as his father. Her husband and son have even climbed in the Andes and the Himalayas, giving her lots of ideas for stories. When she retired from reporting, her fiction income -- a combination of amounts earned as a Mills & Boon author and writing for magazines such as Woman's Illustrated, which serialized the work of authors -- exceed 1,000 pounds a year.
She was a founding member of the The Romantic Novelists' Association. In 2002 she published her last novel, in total, she wrote 88 novels. She also wrote under the pseudonym Andrea Blake. She loved setting her novels in exotic parts of the world, but specially in The Caribbean and in her beloved Spain. Since 1989, Jay spent most of the winter months in a very small "pueblo" in the backwoods of Spain. During years, she visited some villages, and from each she have borrowed some feature - a fountain, a street, a plaza, a picturesque old house - to create some places like Valdecarrasca, that is wholly imaginary and yet typical of the part of rural Spain she knew best. She loved walking, reading, sketching, sewing (curtains and slipcovers) and doing needlepoint, gardening, entertaining friends, visiting art galleries and museums, writing letters, surfing the Net, traveling in search of exciting locations for future books, eating delicious food and drinking good wine, cataloguing her books.
She wrote a regular website review column for The Bookseller from 1998 to 2004, before starting her own blog Bookworm on the Net. At the time of her death, on October 24, 2007, she was working on her autobiography "88 Heroes... 1 Mr. Right".
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July 21, 2024
The story starts when our British-born but Pacific-Island-raised, nubile, teenaged, island beauty heroine, nicknamed "Sea Wind" by the locals, but really named Laura, stows away on the half-English, half-French hero Yves's schooner, coincidentally also monikered Sea Wind, which he is sailing across the East Asian islands for fun.
Heroine overhears hero tell his first mate that women are too much trouble, especially on a sailboat, and that their only place in his life is in bed. So naturally, she decides she is in love with him, who wouldn't be?
After she is discovered, she begs him to let her stay, and she does everything in her power to entice him. But apart from a couple of kisses, the hero makes it clear that she is too young and innocent for him. His type is more the older, sophisticated lady who knows the score and can enjoy a no-strings, temporary affair with him until he decides he's had enough.
Such a lady is found one day during the voyage when she parks her luxury yacht next to their boat at one of the islands that they stop at. The hero describes her to the heroine as an "expensive whore" who used her body to land a succession of rich husbands, who eventually left her a wealthy widow/ex-wife. Now she spends that money keeping boy toys, like the young English man she has in tow presently.
The heroine is scared hero is going to have an affair with the older lady but he doesn't. Instead, he gives the gigolo the opportunity he has been waiting for to cut ties to his keeper and invites him to crew the boat with them on their sailing voyage.
Gigolo falls in love with heroine as promptly as she herself fell in love with hero, which is to say, through absolutely no reason that is clear to this reader except from sheer propinquity.
Heroine rejects gigolo's proposal. He sulkily dives in the sea to be promptly stung by a poisonous sea snail. The hero and heroine rush him to the nearest island where he can get medical attention. By sheer luck, he is ressucitated from his death bed. He finally flies back to his native England after getting heroine's promise to keep in touch.
Heroine meanwhile is still in hot pursuit of the hero. Hero suggests he leaves her with friends on an island nearby because his vacation is over and he needs to fly back to Paris. Heroine brazenly offers to be his mistress for however long he likes as long as he takes her with him. Hero is quite vociferous in his lecture to the heroine that she is preparing herself for heartbreak. He will never commit, he is a loner, no woman will ever change him, etc.
Heroine is totally on board. She doesn't care if it is one day or one month, she will grasp all the happiness she can. When dining with friends of the hero, she overhears (again with the overhearing!) the hero and his friend having a good laugh over where and how the hero manages to pick up all these willing popsies and how his latest, the heroine, is quite delectable.
That puts just a momentary damper on heroine's bliss, which she quickly shrugs off, as whether she likes it or not, she IS a popsie who is looking quite forward to be initiated in sex by the ardent lover she imagines the hero to be.
Once in Paris though, the hero tells her (not asks her) that he will make an honest woman out of her. He doesn't tell her why, certainly not that he loves her. He doesn't even touch her or really come near her once he has her safely installed in the bosom of his French family.
Heroine decides she doesn't fit into his hoity toity, aristocratic, French family. Also, via Harlequin heroine logic, she concludes that while she would have liked being his mistress for a couple of months even knowing he didn't feel any love for her, she can't stomach a lifetime of a marriage of convenience where she is left at home with the heir and the spare while hero is off gallivanting about with his numerous lady loves, perhaps one day finding the one lady would could be his lifelong love.
So she leaves the hero a Dear John letter and takes off to England to the gigolo's home. Hero follows her there and finally avows his love to her. Apparently, her Dear John letter to him gave him the epiphany that he was in love with her. You see, in his youth, he had overheard (more overhearing!!!) his mother tell his stepfather that she loved him much much more than her own child. Hero was shattered and started his lifelong campaign of woman-hating, until he met the heroine and fell in love with her despite himself. We leave him confessing his love and groveling at her feet for a very special, very whacked out HEA.
Heroine overhears hero tell his first mate that women are too much trouble, especially on a sailboat, and that their only place in his life is in bed. So naturally, she decides she is in love with him, who wouldn't be?
After she is discovered, she begs him to let her stay, and she does everything in her power to entice him. But apart from a couple of kisses, the hero makes it clear that she is too young and innocent for him. His type is more the older, sophisticated lady who knows the score and can enjoy a no-strings, temporary affair with him until he decides he's had enough.
Such a lady is found one day during the voyage when she parks her luxury yacht next to their boat at one of the islands that they stop at. The hero describes her to the heroine as an "expensive whore" who used her body to land a succession of rich husbands, who eventually left her a wealthy widow/ex-wife. Now she spends that money keeping boy toys, like the young English man she has in tow presently.
The heroine is scared hero is going to have an affair with the older lady but he doesn't. Instead, he gives the gigolo the opportunity he has been waiting for to cut ties to his keeper and invites him to crew the boat with them on their sailing voyage.
Gigolo falls in love with heroine as promptly as she herself fell in love with hero, which is to say, through absolutely no reason that is clear to this reader except from sheer propinquity.
Heroine rejects gigolo's proposal. He sulkily dives in the sea to be promptly stung by a poisonous sea snail. The hero and heroine rush him to the nearest island where he can get medical attention. By sheer luck, he is ressucitated from his death bed. He finally flies back to his native England after getting heroine's promise to keep in touch.
Heroine meanwhile is still in hot pursuit of the hero. Hero suggests he leaves her with friends on an island nearby because his vacation is over and he needs to fly back to Paris. Heroine brazenly offers to be his mistress for however long he likes as long as he takes her with him. Hero is quite vociferous in his lecture to the heroine that she is preparing herself for heartbreak. He will never commit, he is a loner, no woman will ever change him, etc.
Heroine is totally on board. She doesn't care if it is one day or one month, she will grasp all the happiness she can. When dining with friends of the hero, she overhears (again with the overhearing!) the hero and his friend having a good laugh over where and how the hero manages to pick up all these willing popsies and how his latest, the heroine, is quite delectable.
That puts just a momentary damper on heroine's bliss, which she quickly shrugs off, as whether she likes it or not, she IS a popsie who is looking quite forward to be initiated in sex by the ardent lover she imagines the hero to be.
Once in Paris though, the hero tells her (not asks her) that he will make an honest woman out of her. He doesn't tell her why, certainly not that he loves her. He doesn't even touch her or really come near her once he has her safely installed in the bosom of his French family.
Heroine decides she doesn't fit into his hoity toity, aristocratic, French family. Also, via Harlequin heroine logic, she concludes that while she would have liked being his mistress for a couple of months even knowing he didn't feel any love for her, she can't stomach a lifetime of a marriage of convenience where she is left at home with the heir and the spare while hero is off gallivanting about with his numerous lady loves, perhaps one day finding the one lady would could be his lifelong love.
So she leaves the hero a Dear John letter and takes off to England to the gigolo's home. Hero follows her there and finally avows his love to her. Apparently, her Dear John letter to him gave him the epiphany that he was in love with her. You see, in his youth, he had overheard (more overhearing!!!) his mother tell his stepfather that she loved him much much more than her own child. Hero was shattered and started his lifelong campaign of woman-hating, until he met the heroine and fell in love with her despite himself. We leave him confessing his love and groveling at her feet for a very special, very whacked out HEA.
December 18, 2022
Four stars to A. Weale - great writing style, maybe modern romance writers should do a seance with her and ask for some advice!!
June 9, 2021
The situation called for drastic measures
Laura had to get away from her South Sea island home - away from the kindly but misguided couple who had tried to run her life since her guardian's death.
When Yves Cunningham's boat sailed into the harbor, she saw her chance to escape. But Laura's pleas left Yves unmoved.
"Saving ladies in distres isn't my style." he said bluntly. "And having you on board the Sea Wind would be a nuisance." His eyes challenged her. "There's only one place I'd welcome the company on a woman - in bed."
Laura had to get away from her South Sea island home - away from the kindly but misguided couple who had tried to run her life since her guardian's death.
When Yves Cunningham's boat sailed into the harbor, she saw her chance to escape. But Laura's pleas left Yves unmoved.
"Saving ladies in distres isn't my style." he said bluntly. "And having you on board the Sea Wind would be a nuisance." His eyes challenged her. "There's only one place I'd welcome the company on a woman - in bed."
September 29, 2023
That cover, lol! Very average/below average. Yves wasn't much of a catch, truth be told and pacific-raised ingenue Laura did all the chasing.
December 18, 2022
I really enjoyed this one - some adventures on the South Seas, a run in with a deadly shell, and a woman who leaves the guy first because she values her heart... good stuff.
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