Today I’d like to welcome author Iris Deorre. Iris started to write when she was seventeen. At the time it was a form of escapism. By the time she hit her twenties she was writing short stories and got one published in a women’s magazine. She went on to write short plays but after meeting a well-known author who taught a writers class her focus changed to Erotica. Her love for paranormal is what makes her combine the two.
She resides in the UK with her little girl.
The Most Infuential Person in My Life
That would have to be my older sister. She’s the most amazing woman I know. She’s carried our family for as long as I can remember. Encouraged us and believed in all of us. When things got tough she was always there to encourage me and to give me guidance. She’s been with me through my divorce and other big parts of my life. She’s celebrated my first published work and has been my constant ever since I told her about my writing.
Ever since I can remember my sister has always encouraged me to do what I believed in. To follow my heart and my dreams, to never be afraid of what other people may think. She taught me that what’s important is what I think.
I’d been writing secretly when I was about seventeen. No one in my family knew about it. It was a difficult time for me and so I’d pen my words and somehow this got me through my bad time. It was hard then because my sister had gone off to university and I had no one to talk to the way I did with her.
When I was twenty one I went to live with my sister for a while. It was then that I shared my love for writing and my desire to become a writer one day. She didn’t laugh, bat an eyelid nor did she say I needed to get a real job. Instead she gave me a book called The Choice by Og Mandino. I’d recommend it to any writer who hasn’t already read this book. It’s an amazing book that show’s we always have a choice and we have options.
It was a Saturday mid morning. I can remember spreading out on the couch, the sun shining through the French doors. I opened the book as if it concealed a secret message and never left the couch the whole day except to use the bathroom and grab a snack. I’ve never read a book the way I read The Choice. That evening when I finally got to the final page and closed the book I had a splitting headache but had also found a new found confidence and drive to take my writing seriously.
It changed my life, changed the way I viewed myself as a writer. When my sister handed me that book, her actions said to me, ‘I believe in you! You can do it!’ Her faith in me pushed me forward to do what I wanted to do, be who I wanted to be all because she believed in me.
And even today my sister is my biggest cheerleader. She has been so supportive and a big influence in my life. I’ll never forget the words she said one evening driving from a day outing. I was sat besides her and she said, ‘If you want to something go out and get it. You won’t know until you try. And if you fail, get up, wipe your bruises, dust yourself off then keep going! The only reason anyone fails is because they stopped trying.’
I will hold onto her words everyday, when days seem hard and heavy, when I feel like giving up. I remember the words, ‘Don’t stop trying.’ and continue to be grateful that she is a great part of my life!
The Whitby Ghost is the latest story from Iris Deorre.
Blurb:
Roy has a past he’d rather forget. To overcome it he takes his girlfriend Melisa to Whitby, the very place of his past that he is trying to forget. Roy believes it’s the only way to move on and to forget it by moving on with his future, Melisa.
But something is lurking in Whitby, something that Melisa becomes sensitive to the minute they arrive. What she discovers is hard to swallow. What follows is a journey to the other side. Something she’d rather forget.
Will Melisa marry her boyfriend who refuses to talk about his past? Or will his past bring them closer?
Excerpt from the Whitby Ghost:
The B&B was engulfed in darkness except for the single light that burned to the right side of the door.
‘Are you sure this is five star accommodation?’ She queried as he unloaded the bags from the boot. She wrapped her arms around her body to keep warm.
‘Yes, I paid a five star price; this will be fun, spooky just how you like it.’
It looked deserted, not the same as it had done three years ago. The name had changed from The Blue Inn to The Winter Inn. The ratings had gone up since it had been taken up under new ownership. Roy was certain that this was the right place; he’d always loved Whitby and never wanted the fear of the past to hold him back from sharing his favourite place with the woman he loved at the same time fulfilling her love for the paranormal.
He pressed his lips against hers again and she weakened. She could never get enough of her tanned hunk.
There was a bleating sound that came from behind them.
‘Is that a sheep?’ She giggled.
‘I think we have company.’ He looked to his right where the sound had originated from. It was too dark to make out anything.
‘Shall we go inside, I’m freezing,’ she said.
They walked across to the cottage, the sound of pebbles crunched under foot. It felt eerie, quiet and unusual. Melisa could hear the sound of her own heart in her ears. She felt a little uneasy a little concerned that the place they were checking into didn’t feel quite right.
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The Whitby Ghost Amazon US
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