Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Peter Perrin and His Latest Novel


Peter Perrin writes sweet, seasoned romances involving larger-than-life mature characters who will make you rethink your views on older people in a positive way. His characters are mature in age but not necessarily in their behaviour. They may not be in the first flush of youth but that doesn’t stop some of them acting like hormonal teenagers.
Peter was born in Romford, in the county of Essex, near London, England. For nearly twenty years he has lived with his wife of almost forty years in a quiet suburb of Swindon, in the county of Wiltshire, in England. He is a father and grandfather.

He is a former member of The Royal Air Force who has served in the UK, and in Madagascar, Singapore, and Saudi Arabia. He was also stationed for two years in Aden—which nowadays is part of Yemen.
After almost fifteen-years’ service in The Royal Air Force Peter worked in Engineering, Quality Control, and Procurement Management, not to mention myriad smaller jobs in between those careers.

Now retired Peter’s interests are Writing, Carp Fishing, and (despite being in his early seventies) PC and PlayStation games.
His favourite quote is “Youth passes, but with luck, immaturity can last a lifetime.”

Character Interview for Grace’s Turmoil

Beverley: What’s your name?
Grace: I’m Grace Stollery.
Beverley: Where did you grow up?
Grace: I’m originally from Romford, Essex, in England. Nowadays it’s so big it has become part of East London.
Beverley: During what time period does your story take place?
Grace: Oh it’s very up to date. It’s set in the late summer of 2014, but much of it takes place in an English mansion that was built in the mid-1600s.

Beverley: What’s your story/back story? Why would someone come up with a story about you?
Grace: I’ve had a tumultuous love life with all my relationships ending badly. Then I got married and thought my life was going to be perfect. But, over time I was seriously mistaken about that and my marriage ended in an acrimonious divorce. I was wary of men and determined never to again to get involved with one. The Alfred came along and turned my life upside down and my heart inside out. Who wouldn’t want to write about that?

Beverley: What’s your goal in this story?
Grace: I just wanted to be left alone to spend my semi-retirement painting portraits and let time heal my emotional scars. But, it seems that Alfred has other plans for me.

Beverley: What conflicts are you facing?
Grace: I’m struggling not to let my liking for one drink too many to become a problem. And I’m having a problem reconciling my nervousness towards men with a growing attraction to Alfred.

Beverley: Do you have a plan for resolving them?
Grace: Not really. The drinking is something I’m going to have to be very strong to deal with. That’s helped by the fact that Alfred has his own reasons for not letting me become an alcoholic.
As for the personal conflict I’m going to have to get Alfred to take things slowly and let me get to know him properly. If he pushes me, it will only end in tears.

Beverley: Do you have any special characteristics?
Grace: Hmm. I’m not too sure what you mean by that. I’m gregarious and sociable, but I am also introverted and prone to depression. So, Alfred isn’t going tom find me easy to understand or deal with.

Blurb for Grace’s Turmoil
Divorced and emotionally damaged, artist Grace Stollery wants nothing more than to spend her semi-retirement painting and let time heal her emotional scars.

But when dashing widower Alfred Nobel moves into her retirement village he turns her life upside down and her heart inside out by awakening feelings she wants to keep dormant.

Alfred quickly sets out to woo Grace and slowly she warms to him. But the village’s resident femme fatale wants him for herself. Will she succeed in driving a wedge between Alfred and Grace?

Excerpt from Grace’s Turmoil:
Not Too Old for Love
Book 1

Grace jabbed at the volume button on the remote control, turning up the sound on the television. She was trying to drown out the chatter which filled the palatial residents’ lounge. It had been like that for days, and she’d grown tired of it. Who would have thought the imminent arrival of one man could affect mature ladies like that?

One of the things which had appealed to her when she moved to The Grange retirement village was the lack of men. Yet a man who aroused feelings in her she didn’t want was going to add to their number.

Grace had caught a glimpse of him across The Lounge a few months ago, taking the standard tour of The Grange. He'd towered over the young woman he’d been with, and she’d guessed he was at least six-foot-five. Built like a tank, with a mass of wavy white hair and a snow-white beard, he’d reminded her of a polar bear. His presence had been overpowering and almost menacing. An image of him defending a seventeenth century mansion in days gone by had jumped into her mind.

Looking at him had sent a spontaneous burst of attraction rippling through her. It had caught her by surprise. Becoming attracted to anybody was the last thing she’d needed right then. Her divorce had been too recent and too painful. All she wanted was to focus on her painting to block out the pain. Although she hadn’t come there to look for a man, there was no denying how she’d reacted to the sight of him. She wondered how she would cope when they met. And she couldn’t help feeling he was going to have quite an impact on her life. Whether it would be a good impact or not was the million-dollar question. He might be the greatest thing since sliced bread! Or he could turn out to be a snake in the grass like her ex-husband.


You can contact Peter at:
Website: https://peterperrin.blog
Blog:  https://peterperrin.blog
Twitter: https://twitter.com/peterperrin44
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PeterPerrin44/
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/peterperrin/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/
Amazon Author Page: n/a until published on Amazon (approx. 22nd to 25th December 2017)

2 comments:

  1. Thanks for having me and Grace today. She really enjoyed her visit.

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