Name: Iris Blobel
Age: I say 21, but my girls would tell you it’s a fib J
Where are you from: Nowadays I live near Melbourne, Australia, but I was born and raised in the wonderful town of Mainz in Germany
A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc – Well, I finished school with some business degree and worked most of my working years in Germany at the German TV station. Nowadays I work at a private school. I’m married and have two beautiful girls.
Fiona: Tell us your latest news?
Iris: I have just sent off book #3 in the Australian Sports Stars series to my publisher – so watch this space J
Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?
Iris: Only a few years ago. I didn’t consider myself as a writer, especially not in a language that is “not my own”. But it’s like someone opened a tap and now I can’t stop writing.
Fiona: When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Iris: I still don’t. I am so humbled there are readers out there liking my books. It’s one of the most amazing feelings.
Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?
Iris: My daydreams. Honestly. I was bored and one day put my thoughts onto paper. And people liked it. So I kept writing …
Fiona: Do you have a specific writing style?
Iris: I really don’t know.
Fiona: How did you come up with the title?
Iris: It’s a family affair. Sometimes I know what kind of title I’d like to have, but when I’m stuck, I ask my girls to come up with something. They like the idea of being part of creating a book.
Fiona: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Iris: Let go of life for a few hours while reading the book. Enjoy J
Fiona: How much of the book is realistic?
Iris: Well I’m hoping to get facts right wherever possible.
Fiona: Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Iris: No, not really. I usually get my ideas when I’m on holidays in an environment I love. I suppose, here and there, I get an idea when I listen to others, but I’d rather keep “books and life” separate J
Fiona: What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor?
Iris: I like Cecelia Ahern’s books and would love to say, she’s influenced me with my writing. And so has Jill Shalvis.
Fiona: What book are you reading now?
Iris: Lee Child “61 Hours”
Fiona: What are your current projects?
Iris: I like to finish another short story in the Beginnings story and then work on another trilogy I started a few months ago. I can’t wait to find a publisher for this one.
Fiona: Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.
Iris: There’s a small group of writers who post “Tuesday Tales” every week. They’re a great bunch of authors who are very supportive. I’m really happy to be part of this group.
Fiona: Do you see writing as a career?
Iris: Hopefully one day – yes.
Fiona: If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
Iris: That small typo mistake.
Fiona: Can you share a little of your current work with us?
“Hello, dear. I’m Hazel. I’m Tyson’s grandmother, but I have been looking after the boys and Sarah since they were children. Oliver told me you’d be looking after him for the next two weeks.”
Tamara’s head shot around to look at Oliver, but he avoided her gaze, the little weasel. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the guy she’d met a few weeks ago, when she’d run into Oliver at the beach in St. Kilda. He sported a big grin on his face, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“Hi, I’m Ty.” The third guy came closer, holding out his hand.
She took it and tried her hardest to smile. “Nice meeting you.”
“Grandma Hazel wanted to move in for the next few weeks to look after Oliver, but he explained that you were kind enough to help out.”
She gave a slow nod, trying to meet Oliver’s eyes, but he still stared at the ceiling. “Y-yes, right,” she stuttered.
Fiona: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Iris: Oh, where do I start? To find the right words to express what I’d like to say in English … English Grammar … the POVs in a book ….
Fiona: Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Iris: I love Lee Child. He’s got some great stories and even after, I don’t know, I think I’m up to number 13 or 14, there’s no clichés, no lack of stories. I love his books.
And Jill Shalvis. She’s got some wit that always makes me laugh.
Fiona: Who designed the covers?
Iris: Usually the book designer working for my publisher.
Fiona: What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Iris: Writing a believable, but still tasteful sex scene.
Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?
Iris: Never, ever give up. Your time to shine will come one day.
Fiona: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Iris: THANK YOU !
Fiona: Do you remember the first book you read?
Iris: Not really, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it were a book by Enid Blyton.
Fiona: What makes you laugh/cry?
Iris: My family J
Fiona: Is there one person pass or present you would meet and why?
Iris: James Bond.
Fiona: What do you want written on your head stone and why ?
Iris: Now you can dream without being woken.
Fiona: Other than writing do you have any hobbies ?
Iris: I present a German Program at the local radio. Heaps of fun!
Fiona: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?
Iris: I love Midsomer Murders, and yes, I do like the Big Bang Theory … if you twist my arm I’ll watch Tangled and Frozen for the …. Okay, you don’t need to twist my arms. I LOVE THE TWO MOVIES J
Fiona: Favorite foods / Colors/ Music
Iris: Fajitas / Aubergine / Pop
Fiona: If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?
Iris: Travel the world.
Fiona: Do you have a blog/website? If so what is it?
Let Me Love You
By Iris Blobel
Oliver Dempsey, pitcher for a Melbourne baseball club, loves the women, and they love him…
But he keeps them at an arm’s length, and when he meets Tamara, he’s unprepared for the attraction he feels for her. Told by his coach that she’s off limits, only draws him in more.
Tamara Amis moved to Melbourne to find some distance between her past and herself…
With the help of her uncle, the coach of a Melbourne baseball club, she quickly finds a job, and a place to live. Yet, one meeting with the handsome pitcher stirs unexpected emotions that threaten to overwhelm her.
It’s Oliver’s injury that brings them together, but as they find out about each other’s pasts, how can they be ready to share a future?
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent some time living in Scotland, London, as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper only emerged a few years back, but now her laptop is a constant companion. Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her beautiful two daughters as well as their dog. Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
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Sweat ran down Oliver’s back, soaking his shirt. He’d been on the field for a couple of hours, but frustration grew in him with every ball he missed. He placed his hands on his knees and took a deep breath, fixing his stare at the ground. For Pete’s sake, he was a pitcher, not a hitter, and well known for his fastballs as well as his perfect curveballs. Alas, he had neglected his hitting. Today, his swing was below average, and, unable to focus, he walked over to the bench where he spotted Coach Becker shaking his head towards him.
Pointing his finger back towards the field, the coach said, “Head right back out there, Oliver. You need to improve your hand-eye coordination. I want to see more, and better.”
Oliver cursed under his breath. “It’s not going to happen. My shoulder’s killing me. It’s been a long day.”
Coach Erik Becker rubbed his face.
“It’s not gonna happen today,” Oliver persisted.
With a grimace on his face, his coach nodded.
“Righteo, call it a day. But I want you back out there again in the morning, though.”
Oliver eased off his gloves and shoved them into his back pocket, before removing his helmet.
The coach gave him a gentle slap on his back. “I need you to concentrate more tomorrow. Remember what I told you. You need to focus on your proper stance as well as swinging the bat. Keep your eye on the ball as it comes towards you. Try to connect the bat with the ball, preferably at the fat of the bat. We have a game coming up soon. Go and deal with the shoulder issue. Check in for a massage.”
Oliver wiped his forehead with his arm when he noticed a woman standing in the coach’s shadow. Raising his eyebrows, he nodded towards her as to ask who she was.
Erik turned slightly. “Oliver, this is my niece, Tamara. She’s moved here from Perth. Tamara, this is Oliver.”
Oliver extended his hand towards her. “Nice meeting you.”
She ignored his hand and took a step back. Taken aback by her reaction, Oliver instinctively checked his hand for dirt or sweat. Questioningly, he looked at his coach.
Erik ignored the situation and simply said, “Have your shower and see me before you head off to discuss your training schedule.”
Nodding, Oliver took another quick look at Tamara. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and he was puzzled by her expression. It seemed as if her intense blue eyes were trying to hide something. The distant look in them was almost mysterious, and combined with her body language, he couldn’t help but get the impression something was wrong. She was very guarded.
With one last look towards Tamara, Oliver turned and left.
As soon as he got to the locker room, he peeled off his t-shirt. Pain shot through him the instant he lifted his right shoulder. He’d been ignoring the twinge during the training session, but knew he had to have it looked at. The fucking skateboard rider had nearly knocked him over the previous day when he came out of nowhere. Oliver hadn’t had a chance to move out of the way fast enough and slammed his shoulder into a post.
He slowly stripped out of his track pants before grabbing a can of Coke out of his bag. Leaning against the wall, he chugged half of the drink while enjoying the quietness around him. Everyone else was still out on the field trying to please Coach Becker. He choked a laugh, hoping his mates would put Erik in a better mood than he had. They had a few important games over the next few weeks before the season ended, and for the first time in years, the club was doing well.
As he walked to the showers, he thought about his training session and wondered whether his shoulder was to blame for the bad hits, or his lack of training. But who was he kidding, he always liked to throw everything he had at people, yet was hopeless in receiving anything thrown at him. That applied in baseball and in life. When he’d been to see his first baseball game as a kid in Los Angeles, he’d known he was born to pitch.