Spotlight Author Interview: P. J. Roscoe

Retouched print ready A3_MG_8246Please make welcome author, P.J. Roscoe to my blog today. This lovely lady comes from Wales, and I’m thrilled she’s visiting us. We’ll be discussing her life and books.

I’m serving hot cider on this chilly morn, so grab your favorite beverage and settle in for our chit-chat.

MM: Welcome, P.J.! So happy you could be here today. Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?

PJ: I work Monday to Friday while my daughter is in school. She leaves, I walk the dog for an hour, make a large mug of coffee and I’m off into my own world! I work all morning on writing and networking and answering e-mails as a short break in-between if I feel I need to walk away for ten minutes. A quick lunch, then back into it for another couple of hours. I finish at around 3.45 in time for Megan. Unless there is something important to finish, then I continue later on. Sometimes I might be at an important point in the story, but for me I can stop mid sentence and continue the next day as if I haven’t – I ‘see’ my stories unfolding like a film, so it’s easy to press pause!

MM: I do understand the “pause” button, P.J. I call it the “never ending story” sometimes. Can you tell us about your current work-in-progress?

PJ: I’ve just re-launched ‘Freya’s Child’, my second novel with a new cover through Crimson Cloak publishing and am waiting for the new cover of my first novel ‘Echoes’ which I’ll re-launch asap. I’m waiting for my third novel ‘Between Worlds’ to be edited, which I’ve been promised will be March 2016. I’ve just finished my fourth novel ‘Where Rivers Meet’ and a novella, ‘Diary of Margery Blake’, both need editing and covers. My life juggles everything at once! Having to go back with books one and two was weird as I wrote those years ago, but I left the publishing company in January and got my rights back for ‘Echoes’. Meant a lot to me as it was my fist baby and was written during a very difficult time. Problems with covers, meant ‘Freya’s Child’ was only finished in February instead of last September, but everything is coming along nicely.

MM: You are extremely busy, but this is fantastic news! What inspires you when you’re writing?

PJ: I think life inspires me. Life allows me to feel every emotion and I use that. My readers feel what I hope and they enjoy the process – thus inspiring me to continue writing. I am a strong woman and so my characters are strong women, which I hope inspires others.

MM: Beautiful words, PJ. What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?

PJ: My big book of notes which is now four books piled in the centre of the desk.

MM: Ahh…you’re another like myself who likes to keep notes in journals. Mine are always my reference material. Now for some fun questions. Do you prefer…

Champagne or Beer? VERY tough one! I’ll say champagne. (You can have both 😉 )

Southern drawl or Scottish burr? Has to be Scottish burr! Being Welsh and having been a Highlander in another life, it seems I am a true Celt.

Kilt or Leather pants? Kilt – the true way of wearing it of course!!

Print book or e-reader? Print book, I hate these gadgets that have no smell, no feel, no life. I’ve tried to borrow my husbands I-pad, but I hated it and gave up.

Thanks so much for visiting! Wishing you all the best!

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Blurb: What would a parent do to save their child? Fight the dead? Defy the gods?

Helen Gunn moves to the Wirral, England with her estranged husband, Robert and their three year old daughter, Charlotte to try and save their marriage, but when Charlotte begins talking to an invisible friend and dark shadows threaten the family; Helen must face a parent’s worst nightmare and save her child.

Einaar brought his family to England to start a new life and farm the land in peace following years of fighting. When a sickness spreads through his village, his child is blamed and a sacrifice is needed. Einaar had never questioned the old ways, until now.

An archaeological dig has unearthed a forgotten Norse village. The gods have awoken.

Excerpt: Walking slowly upstairs, she went into her daughter’s room, sat down on Cherry’s bed, and listened to the howling wind outside. The rain that had kept her company last night had followed her down the country. It thrashed against the window that in a strange way made her feel comforted and snug.

Although this house didn’t feel like her home – she looked down at Cherry, their home, she corrected herself – she hadn’t really given it any chance. Maybe things would change here as he’d promised. She certainly hoped something would happen, but how long should she wait? She leant forward listening to Cherry chatter away to her five teddies, which at that moment sat in a circle; each one had their own cup and saucer, and Cherry was passing around a plate of plastic chips and fake scrambled egg.

“Cherry, do I get any tea?”

“No, none left. Teddy Gerry ate it all up.” Turning to the bear in question, she smacked its head, “Naughty Gerry.”

“Oh dear, poor teddy, perhaps he was hungry after his long journey.”

“Well, he is still a naughty teddy. Inga needs food …”

“Inga? Which one is that?”

Charlotte giggled and shook her head, “Not telling.”

“Not telling what?”

Helen jumped as Robert walked into the room. He’d become an expert on sneaking around the house during his recovery.

“Cherry has a friend.” Her voice sounded strange, it shook slightly. She cleared her throat nervously

“Oh, I see. Does this friend have a name?” His voice shook too and he kept his gaze fixed firmly on teddy.

“Yes, Daddy, but I’m not to tell you.” Cherry was looking up at Helen frowning crossly. “It was a secret Mummy.”

“Oh, sorry baby, I didn’t realise …” Feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment, she shrugged, “I’ll leave you to it then, I’ll feed Twinkle …”

He looked across the room then and she saw a flicker of a smile before she quickly turned and left. Almost running down the stairs, she could hear them discussing what to have for their teddy bear picnic before bedtime and suddenly felt so alone. Cherry had always tried to get Daddy’s approval and attention. In a strange way, she had always been Daddy’s girl, even if he hadn’t known it. Cherry had stared open mouthed at Robert the day he’d come home from hospital before flinging herself into her arms frightened. From that day, there had been a subtle shift in Cherry’s behaviour and she couldn’t deny that she loved it.

Not that Cherry had ever rejected her. There were always plenty of hugs and kisses, but Cherry had always been trying to get Daddy to notice her. Any crafts they did together, they were always “for Daddy.” When he was at home recovering, Cherry would stare with open eyes at this man sitting silently on the couch, before running away, clinging to Helen in fear. She’d welcomed the attention and she didn’t want to lose all that now that he was getting better. It upset her. She had given up work as a nurse and had become a full-time mum for eighteen months. She’d taken a few temporary jobs, mostly maternity cover but none of which had lasted more than a few months at a time, at the local hospitals and clinics. It was so cathartic going out to work and earning her own money, it helped her feel that she had achieved perfection, at least in that area. He had always given his opinion freely regarding her temporary work; he’d never liked it.

Cherry had been ill twice during that time and she’d had to give up work to be with her. Support from friends had been very thin on the ground by then as her friends dwindled down to embarrassing acquaintances met on the street. Her parents lived abroad and had shown no interest in behaving like ‘grandparents’, especially to any children that came from her marriage to ‘him’, as her mother had declared last time they’d come back to England. Robert never offered to help.

Cherry loved her; she knew that, but sometimes it felt like Robert and Cherry were a club of two who allowed her in on certain times. Irrational and absurd thoughts that just wouldn’t go away: and that’s why she had really taken those temporary jobs, to see if she would be missed – and she had been, much to her relief.

All thoughts of feeding the cat disappeared when she entered the kitchen, as a lovely aroma filled the room. Glancing at the oven, she noticed something cooking within it. A bottle of red wine sat on the breakfast bar with two glasses. Walking into the dining room, she saw the table set for two under the twinkling lights of three lit candles. Their best cutlery glistened in the light; their best napkins neatly folded beside two of their best china plates. For a moment she couldn’t think. Panic rose in her stomach as she walked slowly into the room and noticed the cat purring gently on one of the dining room chairs; a quick glance at her bowl told her Twinkle was fed.

“Cherry would like to wish you good-night and she wants a story off her Mummy.”

Slowly she turned to face him, trying hard to keep her face neutral. She could feel herself shivering slightly and her heart seemed to be doing flip-flops inside her chest.

“What’s this …?”

He took a deep breath himself before answering, “I know it’s … I just want to do something. Your daughter is waiting.” As she moved to go he touched her arm, “And I’ll be waiting for you here, when you’re ready …”

She felt the sting of tears behind her eyes as she heard the sincerity in his voice; she was not prepared for this. For nearly a year he’d barely acknowledged her presence if they were ever in the same room. Although both had become good at doing evasive manoeuvres so that didn’t happen frequently. Not trusting her voice, she merely nodded and headed for the stairs. Perhaps then, tonight was the night they would face their demons? As tired as she felt, she wondered if this was the moment she would know if their marriage was worth saving. She had no idea which one she would prefer.

Buy Links:  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Freyas-Child-P-J-Roscoe/dp/1681600625/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1455537801&sr=1-1&keywords=Freya%27s+Child Freya’s Child – AMAZON.co.uk

http://www.amazon.com/Freyas-Child-P-J-Roscoe-ebook/dp/B01BLRVKT0/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1455537863&sr=1-1&keywords=freya%27s+child+by+p.j.+roscoe Freya’s Child – Amazon.com

More about the author:

P.J Roscoe is Mother, wife, daughter, sister, author, counsellor, holistic therapist and Goddess! Author of award-winning novel ‘Echoes’ and ‘Adventures of Faerie folk’, along with ‘Freya’s Child’. Her genre is supernatural historical fiction and has also had two stories published in two Anthologies, ‘Love Alters’ and ‘Steps in Time’. Paula lives in North Wales with the love of her life, Martin, her soul-mate, married twenty-two years (In this life!) and their daughter, Megan who has Autism and Dyspraxia. They have three cats and a dog, Sidney. “To not write, is like asking me not to breathe – so I’ll keep going until it becomes boring!!”

Twitter – http://www.twitter.com/derwenna1

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/PJ-Roscoe-566905963377366/

Website – http://www.pjroscoe.co.uk

Goodreads blog – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6575717.P_J_Roscoe/blog

Book trailer for Freya’s Child

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6 comments


  1. Thank you so much for having me Mary. Please spread the word as always happy to host authors and I shall let everyone know about you. ordering your book this week – exciting xx

  2. This book sounds good, and has been added to my TBR pile. 🙂

  3. Intriguing blurb. Loved your trailer. Good luck!

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