There are so many things, but the two I appreciate the most are making up stories for a living and chatting to my readers. I love hearing from readers and being part of the wonderful community on my Facebook page and in the Alex Brown Books Reader Club. I love seeing pictures of my readers’ pets, their current crafting projects or simply knowing what they are up to as I settle down to write for the day.

What are you going to be doing this summer?

Apart from keeping my fingers firmly crossed that everyone enjoys A Postcard from Italy, I’ll be writing a new book for next year and then going on holiday to Spain with my family. We go to the same villa every year and I love the anticipation of looking forward to having a wonderful time in the sunshine with my husband and daughter.

Keep Reading …

If you enjoyed this book, pre-order Alex Brown’s gorgeously romantic read A Postcard from Capri here, available this summer.

And while you’re waiting, read on for a sample of the first chapter …

PROLOGUE

Capri, Italy, 1953

The glamorous young woman with platinum waved hair cascading over bare shoulders signed the postcard with a flourish, using her real name and secretly delighted not to be using the name the studio bosses had given her. She replaced the cap of the fountain pen and, after allowing the ink to dry, she hid the postcard away from prying eyes. Slipping her feet into a pair of satin-lined marabou feathered mules, she stepped through fluttering white voile curtains onto the veranda. An evocative scent of salty sea air, mingled with an exotic, intoxicating aroma of delicate yellow-and-white pomelia flowers, teased her nostrils. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up towards the sun, her body relaxing, a tautness in her shoulders easing as the rich melodic sound of a deep, male voice singing ‘O Sole Mio’ floated up in the gentle warm breeze to greet her. Back-to-back filming for the last three years had taken its toll, although worth it in so many ways to achieve her acting ambition and catapult her life into an unfamiliar world of glamour and opulence since leaving Tindledale, the little English village where she had grown up. She missed her home and family dearly, and there was always a tinge of sadness as she pined, on occasion, for the simplicity of the humble way of life that she had left so far behind. Uncomplicated and free. Now she was on the cusp of achieving her lifelong dream, having landed a coveted role in A Moment to Cherish, the next big Hollywood blockbuster film – or at least the studio had assured her it would be. The critics were already speculating about Oscar nominations after previewing her screen test. Until then she was to enjoy a well-earned, carefree summer break before filming commenced.