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Lord of the Sierras
Sophie fell in love with a man she had only encountered once and whose name she did not know. She called him her "Lord of the Sierras" and dreamt of what he would say when she saw him again. But the masterful Carlos Walsingham was very different from her fantasy hero and much more difficult to manage!
187 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 1974
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Anne Weale
227 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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November 1, 2022
* فعلا:الحب يبدأ بعد ان ينتهي الحماس *
بدر الاندلس هي افضل رواية رومانسية قراتها في مراهقتي و هذا تقييم سن ١٥ بالطبع
تحكي عن رحلة لفتاة في العشرين بسيارتها وحدها من انجلترا لاسبانيا
لتعمل هناك في الصيف بفندق علي شواطي مالاجا و هناك تلتقي بالثري الاسباني الاسمر.. تقريبا كان صاحب الفندق!؟ و كانت قد التقته منذ سنوات في مكتبة بانجلترا و اعتبرته فتي احلامها و لكن في اسبانيا تعاديه فورا بعد سوء تفاهم.. و ما محبة الا بعد عدواة و هكذا
بالطبع رحلتها اسطورية كل فتيات الارض حلمت بها؛ يا لها من محظوظة
آن ويل كاتبة غزيرة الانتاج بشكل غير مألوف كتبت اكثر من مائة رواية رومانسية.
المؤلفة بتفكرني بالانسة روز من ابنة الحظ
اسم الرواية بالإنجليزية
Lord of the Sierras
بدر الاندلس هي افضل رواية رومانسية قراتها في مراهقتي و هذا تقييم سن ١٥ بالطبع
تحكي عن رحلة لفتاة في العشرين بسيارتها وحدها من انجلترا لاسبانيا
لتعمل هناك في الصيف بفندق علي شواطي مالاجا و هناك تلتقي بالثري الاسباني الاسمر.. تقريبا كان صاحب الفندق!؟ و كانت قد التقته منذ سنوات في مكتبة بانجلترا و اعتبرته فتي احلامها و لكن في اسبانيا تعاديه فورا بعد سوء تفاهم.. و ما محبة الا بعد عدواة و هكذا
بالطبع رحلتها اسطورية كل فتيات الارض حلمت بها؛ يا لها من محظوظة
آن ويل كاتبة غزيرة الانتاج بشكل غير مألوف كتبت اكثر من مائة رواية رومانسية.
المؤلفة بتفكرني بالانسة روز من ابنة الحظ
اسم الرواية بالإنجليزية
Lord of the Sierras
January 13, 2022
Hero mistakes heroine for a tart who is throwing herself at him, a par for the course "misunderstanding" trope in romance-landia. Naturally, the heroine is in reality a sweet, romantic virgin who fell in love in a coup de foudre and had put the hero on a pedestal for years as her ideal man. She naively thought he felt the same. Therefore, she is cruelly disillusioned by the crass words she overhears him using to discuss her with a perfect stranger. It's been a Harlequin formula done to death but AW injects a very nice Spanish travelogue to it, which she always does wonderfully, as well as imbuing her characters with more complex layers than the usual cardboard cut-out stock characters of the genre.
I will remember this one for the many many set-downs uttered by an unforgiving and weary heroine towards an increasingly shame-faced and besotted hero. A lot of them made me laugh like the one where she compared him to a stale bun and told him she was content to wait all her life if needs be to taste a real banquet instead lol.
This is the kind of subtle story that grows on you with time. After my nth re-read, I realized this is officially a favorite so had to up the star rating. AW's A Night to Remember had a similar "sleeper hit" effect on me.
With all the ups and downs, all the gems and turkeys in AW's extensive backlist, she still remains one of my favorite Harlequin authors of all time because when she pulls a story off, it is MAGIC.
I will remember this one for the many many set-downs uttered by an unforgiving and weary heroine towards an increasingly shame-faced and besotted hero. A lot of them made me laugh like the one where she compared him to a stale bun and told him she was content to wait all her life if needs be to taste a real banquet instead lol.
This is the kind of subtle story that grows on you with time. After my nth re-read, I realized this is officially a favorite so had to up the star rating. AW's A Night to Remember had a similar "sleeper hit" effect on me.
With all the ups and downs, all the gems and turkeys in AW's extensive backlist, she still remains one of my favorite Harlequin authors of all time because when she pulls a story off, it is MAGIC.
September 22, 2023
I quite enjoyed this older harlequin (1974). I read it as a paperback and I gotta say, I prefer my ereader (aka phone). The small print sucked!
It's one of those harlequins that reads like a bit of a travelogue as the reader follows the h, Sophie, who is a bit of gypsy from England to Spain. She doesn't want a career but hasn't met a man to marry yet. In fact, she's still a virgin in her early 20's. She does date, she's just saving it for 'the one'. So she travels around Europe from short term job to short term job.
When she was 17 she was kissed, out of the blue, by a tall dark handsome stranger. And she has never forgotten him. So when she sees him again years later at a party she is overjoyed and they go off together for dinner. But he doesn't remember her and thinks she is just another carefree 'easy' girl. The next day Sophie overhears him say as much to a mere acquaintance, so she leaves without saying anything to Carlos.
This being the land of harlequin, they of course run into each other again. But now Sophie has her back up and has lost her rose coloured glasses. Carlos (aka tall dark and handsome) is not too happy either. He thinks she was a ninny to run off like that without talking to him first. But I liked how Sophie stood up to him in righteous indignation. (I'm sure Carlos will see things differently when he has a daughter of his own).
He owns the vacation camp where she is working and the reader starts to think that he is making excuses to stay near her, rather than go to one of his other properties. But does he remember her yet from that kiss in the bookstore when she was 17?
You find out at the end that he did remember it eventually but doesn't tell her at the time. So after I finished the story I went back and reread that part. But he doesn't confess all till almost the end of the book as per usual with these older harlequins. BUT you get a whopping 11 pages after he reveals his feelings and a bit of a grand gesture that was exactly what Sophie needed. There's not an official epilogue but there's 3 pages at the end that take place just after their wedding. Sweet!
So overall I really liked this one but it does drag a bit in the middle... hence the 3 stars.
Safety is pretty good.
It's one of those harlequins that reads like a bit of a travelogue as the reader follows the h, Sophie, who is a bit of gypsy from England to Spain. She doesn't want a career but hasn't met a man to marry yet. In fact, she's still a virgin in her early 20's. She does date, she's just saving it for 'the one'. So she travels around Europe from short term job to short term job.
When she was 17 she was kissed, out of the blue, by a tall dark handsome stranger. And she has never forgotten him. So when she sees him again years later at a party she is overjoyed and they go off together for dinner. But he doesn't remember her and thinks she is just another carefree 'easy' girl. The next day Sophie overhears him say as much to a mere acquaintance, so she leaves without saying anything to Carlos.
This being the land of harlequin, they of course run into each other again. But now Sophie has her back up and has lost her rose coloured glasses. Carlos (aka tall dark and handsome) is not too happy either. He thinks she was a ninny to run off like that without talking to him first. But I liked how Sophie stood up to him in righteous indignation. (I'm sure Carlos will see things differently when he has a daughter of his own).
He owns the vacation camp where she is working and the reader starts to think that he is making excuses to stay near her, rather than go to one of his other properties. But does he remember her yet from that kiss in the bookstore when she was 17?
You find out at the end that he did remember it eventually but doesn't tell her at the time. So after I finished the story I went back and reread that part. But he doesn't confess all till almost the end of the book as per usual with these older harlequins. BUT you get a whopping 11 pages after he reveals his feelings and a bit of a grand gesture that was exactly what Sophie needed. There's not an official epilogue but there's 3 pages at the end that take place just after their wedding. Sweet!
So overall I really liked this one but it does drag a bit in the middle... hence the 3 stars.
Safety is pretty good.
April 12, 2022
Lo sconosciuto dei miei sogni Anne Weale (a.d. 1982)
Un bacio rubato tra gli scaffali polverosi di una libreria: ecco tutto quello che resta a Sophia del suo affascinante straniero dagli occhi grigi. Ma come non costruirvi attorno un'impalcatura di sogni quando si hanno soltanto diciassette anni? Come non pensare continuamente a lui e, pian piano, non donargli il proprio cuore? Gli anni passano e il sogno si arricchisce, quasi un ricamo prezioso. Si ritroveranno un giorno? In quali circostanze? Che cosa si diranno? E l'incontro ha luogo. In giro per l'Europa per motivi di studio e lavoro, Sophia incappa nel "suo sconosciuto" durante durante il viaggio in Spagna…
trama:
mi sono annoiata.
Caratterizzazione:
Aridateme la Palmer .
Stile: una generosissima stella in più solo per la descrizione accurata della Spagna.
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June 1, 2021Sophie fell in love with a man she had only encountered once and whose name she did not know. She called him her "Lord of the Sierras" and dreamt of what he would say when she saw him again. But the masterful Carlos Walsingham was very different from her fantasy hero and much more difficult to manage!
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