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Name

Penny BroJacquie

Age

I’m 42 years old. I guess I shouldn’t have said that!

Where are you from?

I was born and raised in Greece but I consider myself a European citizen. I’ve travelled to 12 European countries and plan to visit even more.

A little about yourself i.e. your education, family life etc. 

I am a passionate writer, travel blogger, and life lover. After a 20-year career as a sports reporter in some of the largest media groups in Greece, I decided that life is more beautiful when you work freelance. I have two dogs and one rabbit, and I live in a two-room apartment somewhere in Athens.

Fiona: Tell us your latest news

A few months ago I published my first book, a travel guide called ‘City Break In Athens’ and I’m currently working on my first novel, a mystery adventure thriller called ‘The Undead Must Die: The Order Of The Black Rose – Book 1’.

Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I’ve been writing and reading as long as I remember. I think it’s in my genes. My maternal grandfather was an amateur screenplay writer and my mother is an avid reader. Sometimes you simply can’t avoid your destiny.

 

Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?

When I was 12 years old. I had just finished reading ‘Gone With the Wind’ when I started writing fan-fiction with Scarlet O’Hara as the main character.

 

Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?

‘The Undead Must Die: The Order of the Black Rose – Book 1’ is the first fiction book I’ve ever completed. I had started several projects in the past but didn’t manage to complete any of them. I have the feeling that with ‘The Undead Must Die: The Order of the Black Rose – Book 1’ I’ve finally found my signature as an author because I managed to combine all my personal interests in one book: history, riddles, mystery, conspiracy theories, and science. All I had to do before I started writing was decide what fragment of human history I would use in my story. A good friend of mine suggested that I should use the Nazi madness about the occult, and that’s how it all began.

Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?

That’s a difficult question to answer. I can’t really understand how my writing style reflects on others. I try to keep it simple and easy to read. I avoid long sentences and long descriptions. And book after book I try to improve my writing style.

 

Fiona: How did you come up with the title?

That’s easy. The Undead Must Die. Why should they stay Not Alive?

Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Trust no one.

Fiona: How much of the book is realistic?

There are references to historical events, real landmarks and well-known scientific experiments, but the rest of the book is as realistic as an occult novel can be.

 

Fiona: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Not really. I have never had to face a zombie army!

Fiona: What books have most influenced your life?

I couldn’t mention just a few. Every book I have ever read had has left its imprint on my way of thinking, my writing style, my perspective of life, from Les Misérables and A Farewell To Arms to Gone With The Wind and Bridget Jones’s Diary.

Fiona: If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

I wish I had a mentor but I don’t. I am a self-taught indie author. I learnt fiction writing by reading established authors and observing their writing routine. I adore Ernest Hemingway’s writing style, Stephen King’s usage of metaphors, and Patricia Highsmith’s creepy characters.

 

Fiona: What book are you reading now?

I just finished reading The Challenge by indie author Cas Peace and I’m about to finish listening to the audiobook of Martin Sixsmith’s The Lost Child Of Philomena Lee. I have a very long to-read list and I don’t know what to pick next.

 

Fiona: Are there any new authors that have grabbed your interest?

There are many literary gems in the indie publishing community and I always feel so satisfied when I discover one of them. If you read the Reviews section of my writing blog, you’ll understand who I’m talking about. 

Fiona: What are your current projects?

I’m adding the finishing touches to my novel and as soon as it’s published I’ll start the research for Book 2 of the series.

Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

My friends and business partners Hermione and Steven. Their help and support is invaluable to me.

 

Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?

I’m a professional journalist, so I do earn my living by writing. But as a journalist my work is describing real life facts. The challenge I have to face is being able to create fictional worlds and successfully describe events and actions using my imagination.

 

Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

I would have been more focused on writing and less on creating a social background. I’m not a skilful publisher, especially when it comes to myself.

 

Fiona: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it came from my personal need to create imaginary friends and imaginary worlds. That sounds pathetic, doesn’t it? LOL!

Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Of course! I’d like to share with you the blurb and an excerpt of The Undead Must Die – The Order of the Back Rose Book 1’.

BLURB

Floriana, a British art student, travels to Greece to admire and study the magnificent ancient Greek artefacts.  She couldn’t imagine, though, that a morning excursion to cape Sounion would turn to an agonizing race across Europe.

Surrounded by mysterious sects, presumptive killers, and black roses, inexperienced and clumsy Floriana discovers with horror that she is the keeper of a secret that can save humanity from its most dreadful enemy: undeath.

EXCERPT

CHAPTER ONE

“Did you know that Lord Byron carved his name into one of those marble columns?” a voice asked from behind her.

Her first thought was whether the query was addressed to her. The second was to whom that calm and deep voice belonged. She turned around and looked at a male figure standing a few steps away. The light of the sun directly behind him blinded her, and the white-dressed man, in the glare of the sun, appeared to have angel wings on his back. What the hell? There must have been something in the coffee she’d had with breakfast?

“Seriously, did you know that?” asked the stranger taking a step toward her.

“Lord Byron was a great philhellene. He even spent much of his fortune on the Greek battle for independence from the Ottoman Empire”, he explained, ignoring her puzzled look.

She raised her hands to protect her eyes from the sun and tried to discern the man’s facial features.

“Was Lord Byron really here, at Cape Sounion?” she asked.

“Not only did he come here, but he also wrote a poem about Cape Sounion. It is said that his name is engraved into one of the columns of this temple right here. The inscription really exists. It’s just not known for certain whether Byron was the one who engraved it.”

He walked hastily to the north side of the ancient temple, and he motioned for her to follow him. She found it hard to walk fast on that stone-littered, sloping ground.

Seventeen white marble columns were what was left of the ancient temple to Poseidon, god of the sea and water according to ancient Greek mythology. The temple was built at Cape Sounion, about 60km east of the city of Athens, the capital of modern Greece. The tall hill that the temple remains stood upon, which penetrated the Aegean Sea like a pointed spear, had inspired the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur. Nowadays, it inspires the romantic feelings of thousands of couples who rush to enjoy the sea views in the morning and the breathtaking sunsets in the evening.

“Here it is. Can you see it?”

She looked carefully at where his finger was pointing. Indeed, on the base of one of the middle columns at the north side of the temple, the word Byron was etched with cursive letters.

She turned to him. Now she could get a better look at him. He was taller than average, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, very active and athletic without a doubt. “Damn, I forgot to comb my hair. Again,” she thought.

“Excuse me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Eric.”

He took her hand, and then he bowed and kissed the top of her hand gallantly.

“Um… I’m Floriana.” She was still trying to overcome the shock of the knightly kiss.

“And what are you doing here at this place on the Mediterranean sea, Floriana?” he asked, offering her a black rose.

“A black rose?” She handed the flower amazed by its unnatural beauty. She brought it close to her nose and inhaled its delicate fragrance.

“Um… I study… I mean… I am a student of fine arts. I am interested in the history of art. I thought there’s no better place to begin my study of the ancient arts than Greece. It’s full of ancient ruins.”

“You didn’t pick the right time to come to Sounion, though. It’s more romantic at sunset.”

“Oh, I’m not looking for romance. I travel alone, for educational reasons.”

She regretted it the moment she’d said it. She had been tired of giving the pathetic impression of a sexually inexperienced student. She stroked her neck and opened one button of her shirt. She didn’t manage to do it discreetly, though.

“Now I’m going to get freckles from the sun,” she thought. “And my shoes are so dusty.”

She was so busy observing her appearance that she didn’t notice the nervous glances the charming stranger was throwing around.

“It’s late April, and it’s so hot already,” he said. “Want a drink? There is a cozy café down there.” He pointed to a tidy building near the entrance of the archaeological site.

There was no way to tell him no. They took the downhill road to the coffee shop. She was chatting, uncontrollably excited as she was about the beautiful man whom she’d come across. He was shaking his head condescendingly. She told him about her home in London, about her visit to the Acropolis a few days ago, that she had been running late that morning and had forgotten to wear sunscreen before she left the hotel…

Then she fainted. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was two figures moving straight towards her.

 

Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Oh, sure! I write my manuscripts in Greek, my native language, and then I translate them into English.

 

Fiona: Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

I can’t name only one. I admire many authors from different periods of time and different literary genres. As I mentioned before Ernest Hemingway, Stephen King and Patricia Highsmith are some of my favorite authors, but I also admire Jule Verne, Dan Brown, Katherine Neville, Daphne Du Maurier, Charlotte and Emily Brontë, Jane Austen and Rosamund Pilcher.

 

Fiona: Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

My upcoming novel’s story takes place in places I’ve been like Athens, London and Berlin, and in places I’d like to visit someday like Malta. I use my travel memories along with Google Earth and Bing Maps to create my stories’ scenery.

 

Fiona: Who designed the covers?

I design my own covers. I love to retouch my photos and I’m afraid I would be very bitchy if I had to hire a book cover artist.

 

Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Translating from Greek to English. Although I feel comfortable in thinking in both languages, my English isn’t that strong as my Greek is. That’s why I love my proofreaders.

 

Fiona: Did you learn anything from writing your book and if so, what was it?

That I can write fiction!

 

Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?

Deliberate yourselves and write. Write for yourselves.

 

Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Please be gentle! LOL!

Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?

I wish I could remember. But I can tell you that I grew up reading Jule Verne’s and the Brontë sisters’ books.

Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?

I dare not watch any animal movies. I always get so emotional, even if there’s a happy ending. On the contrary I don’t need any particular reason to laugh. I love laughing.

Fiona: Is there one person past or present you would like to meet and why?

Elisabeth I, Queen of England. She was a strong and intelligent woman in a man’s world.

Fiona: What do you want written on your headstone and why?

“Nobody really knew her”, because this is the sad truth.

Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies?

Plenty of them! Reading, eating, watching movies or TV series, practicing yoga, walking my pets and of course traveling.

Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?

I love feel-good movies/TV shows, but I also like adventure and mystery ones.

Fiona: Favorite Foods / Colors / Music

Food: Greek, Italian, Chinese. I love Greek pies, any kind of pasta and noodles.

Colors: Red, purple, violet, orange.

Music: Brit pop/rock.

Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?

I would love to be a painter or a photographer.

Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?

My website

http://pennybrojacquie.com

My writing blogs:

http://pennybrojacquie.blogspot.gr/

http://pennybrojacquie.wordpress.com/

My travel, eat, entertainment blog:

http://piecuppaticket.wordpress.com/

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/pennybrojacquiepage

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/PennyBJacquie

Google+:

https://plus.google.com/+PennyBroJacquie/posts

Amazon Author Page:

http:www.amazon.com/author/pennybrojacquie

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8442685.Penny_BroJacquie

Wattpad:

http://www.wattpad.com/user/PennyBroJacquie

 

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Book Title: ‘The Undead Must Die’

Book 1 in ‘The Order of the Black Rose’ series but can be read as a standalone.

Author: Penny BroJacquie

Release Date: December 2014

BLURB

Floriana, a British art student, travels to Greece to admire and study the magnificent ancient Greek artefacts.  She couldn’t imagine, though, that a morning excursion to cape Sounion would turn to an agonizing race across Europe.

Surrounded by mysterious sects, presumptive killers, and black roses, inexperienced and clumsy Floriana discovers with horror that she is the keeper of a secret that can save humanity from its most dreadful enemy: undeath.

EXCERPT

“Did you know that Lord Byron carved his name into one of those marble columns?” a voice asked from behind her.

Her first thought was whether the query was addressed to her. The second was to whom that calm and deep voice belonged. She turned around and looked at a male figure standing a few steps away. The light of the sun directly behind him blinded her, and the white-dressed man, in the glare of the sun, appeared to have angel wings on his back. What the hell? There must have been something in the coffee she’d had with breakfast?

“Seriously, did you know that?” asked the stranger taking a step toward her.

“Lord Byron was a great philhellene. He even spent much of his fortune on the Greek battle for independence from the Ottoman Empire”, he explained, ignoring her puzzled look.

She raised her hands to protect her eyes from the sun and tried to discern the man’s facial features.

“Was Lord Byron really here, at Cape Sounion?” she asked.

“Not only did he come here, but he also wrote a poem about Cape Sounion. It is said that his name is engraved into one of the columns of this temple right here. The inscription really exists. It’s just not known for certain whether Byron was the one who engraved it.”

He walked hastily to the north side of the ancient temple, and he motioned for her to follow him. She found it hard to walk fast on that stone-littered, sloping ground.

Seventeen white marble columns were what was left of the ancient temple to Poseidon, god of the sea and water according to ancient Greek mythology. The temple was built at Cape Sounion, about 60km east of the city of Athens, the capital of modern Greece. The tall hill that the temple remains stood upon, which penetrated the Aegean Sea like a pointed spear, had inspired the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur. Nowadays, it inspires the romantic feelings of thousands of couples who rush to enjoy the sea views in the morning and the breathtaking sunsets in the evening.

“Here it is. Can you see it?”

She looked carefully at where his finger was pointing. Indeed, on the base of one of the middle columns at the north side of the temple, the word Byron was etched with cursive letters.

She turned to him. Now she could get a better look at him. He was taller than average, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, very active and athletic without a doubt. “Damn, I forgot to comb my hair. Again,” she thought.

“Excuse me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Eric.”

He took her hand, and then he bowed and kissed the top of her hand gallantly.

“Um… I’m Floriana.” She was still trying to overcome the shock of the knightly kiss.

“And what are you doing here at this place on the Mediterranean sea, Floriana?” he asked, offering her a black rose.

“A black rose?” She handed the flower amazed by its unnatural beauty. She brought it close to her nose and inhaled its delicate fragrance.

“Um… I study… I mean… I am a student of fine arts. I am interested in the history of art. I thought there’s no better place to begin my study of the ancient arts than Greece. It’s full of ancient ruins.”

“You didn’t pick the right time to come to Sounion, though. It’s more romantic at sunset.”

“Oh, I’m not looking for romance. I travel alone, for educational reasons.”

She regretted it the moment she’d said it. She had been tired of giving the pathetic impression of a sexually inexperienced student. She stroked her neck and opened one button of her shirt. She didn’t manage to do it discreetly, though.

“Now I’m going to get freckles from the sun,” she thought. “And my shoes are so dusty.”

She was so busy observing her appearance that she didn’t notice the nervous glances the charming stranger was throwing around.

“It’s late April, and it’s so hot already,” he said. “Want a drink? There is a cozy café down there.” He pointed to a tidy building near the entrance of the archaeological site.

There was no way to tell him no. They took the downhill road to the coffee shop. She was chatting, uncontrollably excited as she was about the beautiful man whom she’d come across. He was shaking his head condescendingly. She told him about her home in London, about her visit to the Acropolis a few days ago, that she had been running late that morning and had forgotten to wear sunscreen before she left the hotel…

Then she fainted. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was two figures moving straight towards her.

Bio

My name is Penny BroJacquie and I am a passionate writer, travel blogger, and life lover. After a 20-years career working as a sports reporter for some of the largest media outlets in Greece, I decided that life is more beautiful when you work freelance. A few months ago, I published my first book, a travel guide called City Break In Athens, and I’m currently working on my first novel, a mystery-adventure thriller. When I don’t write, I pet my dogs, cook new recipes, and take photos. You’ll find me somewhere in Europe enjoying a cup of coffee or watching a movie.

My website

http://pennybrojacquie.com

My writing blogs:

http://pennybrojacquie.blogspot.gr/

http://pennybrojacquie.wordpress.com/

My travel, eat, entertainment blog:

http://piecuppaticket.wordpress.com/

Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/pennybrojacquiepage

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/PennyBJacquie

Google+:

https://plus.google.com/+PennyBroJacquie/posts

Amazon Author Page:

http:www.amazon.com/author/pennybrojacquie

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8442685.Penny_BroJacquie

Wattpad:

http://www.wattpad.com/user/PennyBroJacquie