Three months later, she was astounded to read a letter from the editor saying that if She made a few revisions they would buy her novel Bride at Whangatapu.
It wasn't a perfect manuscript, but the doctor had said to humour her husband, so she finished the manuscript, edited it as best she could, and sent it off. While he was recovering, he suggested that Robyn finish the manuscript she was writing and send it off. The second illness was her husband's, and it was bad a heart attack. This was much more difficult then than it is today, so she decided to write her own, and for the following busy 10 years she wrote and hoped that one day she would finish a manuscript good enough that was good enough to send to a publisher. Robyn read them, too, of course, and so enjoyed them she spent the next couple of years hunting down more Mills and Boon books.
Robyn found three paperbacks- one Mills and Boon Modern Romance novel and a couple of other romances. One day she croaked that she had read everything on Robyn's bookshelves, so would Robyn please buy her something cheerful and sustaining. She was living with her husband and Robyn and spent most of that winter acquiring, suffering, and recovering from various infections. Robyn owes her writing career to two illnesses. She was the oldest child in her family, and as a child, she thrilled her four sisters and one brother with bloodcurdling adventure tales, usually very like the latest book she'd borrowed from the library. he front door of the McMansion.Robyn was born on 1940 in Northland, New Zealand. Donna waited, with a disapproving look on her face, until I got to the top of the steps leading to t. I opened the passenger door of Lex’s SUV and hopped down. “God, she looks like my mother,” I mumbled.ĭonna’s scowl deepened as though she heard me. When we pulled up in front of Conner’s house, I saw Donna standing on the porch, her arms crossed over her torso and a toe tapping. “Finn explained some of what happened last night.” “Apparently, Conner had to call Finn this morning to ask if you were with him when you never came downstairs.” He looked at me, his eyes sparkling with humor. After Lex hung up, I asked, “What’s Donna’s deal?” I could hear Conner chuckling and Donna bitching from the passenger seat. Lex called Conner while he was driving us over to let them know we were coming to pick up my things. “Donna gave me hell when I showed up, but not for the reason I thought.
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