I’m so excited to have Clare Revell here today to answer some fun questions and share her new book, Dark Lake.
Thank you so much for being here, Clare.
Tell us about your favorite character in your new book.
That would be Lou. She was the heroine in my YA series Signal Me. I wanted to do a story about her when she’d grown up and Dark Lake kind of just wrote itself. She’s feisty, has a temper, hates taking orders or being told she can’t do something.
Do you read the reviews and comments of your readers? How important are reviews to authors?
Yes, I do. Not that I get many – some books have loads, some have none. I find that hardly any are put on the UK side of Amazon and being a British author I always look there first. Even a short I loved it is great.
How much of yourself do you put into your books?
Ignoring the fact that Lou is my middle name and I hate taking orders? I tend to put a fair amount in. Dad always recognises things from my childhood. Hubby always recognises expressions as mine such as saying afty instead of afternoon. And strangely enough all of my heroines hate eight legged creatures. (not octopi)
Some people believe that being a published author is glamorous, is that true?
Nope. And it definitely doesn’t pay millions. Or produce film deals or anything like that. It’s a lot of hard work. Most of the day, or night, is spent handwriting each book, then typing it up.
Who are some of your favourite authors?
I grew up reading and loving Enid Blyton and Laura Ingalls Wilder. Then moved on to Danielle Steele, Elizabeth George, Tom Clancy and Clive Cussler.
Have you met any of them and found yourself having a fan-girl moment?
No. But TV stars… several. And the hosts of a quiz show on the BBC did a book signing at our local book shop before it closed. So I went and bought a book, had my photo taken and yes… fangirled.
Archaeologist Dr. Lou Fitzgerald is used to unexpected happenings, and they don’t usually faze her. After surviving a childhood disability, and dealing with an unfair boss, Lou has learned the art of rolling with the punches. But when she arrives at Dark Lake, what was supposed to be a simple archaeological dig is beyond even her wildest imaginations.
Land owner Evan Close has his own reasons for keeping the secrets of Dark Lake, and this attractive interloper is a menace. Her precious dig threatens to bring his house of cards tumbling down around him, and he feels helpless to stop it.
It soon becomes apparent there are dark forces at work, and Lou’s simple assignment turns into a mystery. Solving that mystery comes with a steep price.
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Read an excerpt from Chapter 1 of Dark Lake:
Lou leaned back in her chair, glad she was sitting down. Her heart raced, cheeks burned and her stomach clenched. “You’re kidding me,” she finally managed past the huge lump in her throat.
“No. I’m sorry. I’m not kidding. I’m deadly serious.” Varian certainly didn’t appear sorry, and he definitely didn’t sound apologetic. He both looked and sounded smug, as if this had been his plan all along.
“I can’t leave,” Lou insisted. “Didn’t you hear me? We found it. Proof that I was right all along.” She waved a file at him. “This is my work. My discovery. You can’t just replace me.”
Make that replace her again—the same way he always did, right when she was on the cusp on proving something or on the brink of another discovery.
“I’m sure your team is more than capable of carrying on without you.”
“Uh, no, they’re not,” she spluttered. Were they really having this conversation? “They need me as much as I need to be here.”
“Are you saying you don’t trust them?”
“No. I’m not saying that at all! I trust them implicitly. Well, most of them anyway.” She sucked in a deep breath, her hands curling into balls under the desk. She tamped down her temper and tried to put a lid on her emotions. “I’m saying I’ve put years into this and I want to—”
“—be the one to finish it?” Varian completed her sentence in that annoying manner, which only served to irritate her further.
She scowled, fingers drumming on the desk. “Yes. Is that so wrong? It’s my work, my paper, my blood, sweat, and tears, not to mention sleepless nights that have gone into this and you want to ditch me in favour of some up and coming lackey so you and he can take the glory? Again. It’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair. You’ve got an hour to get your notes and files together before you brief him and me—”
“I don’t believe I’m hearing this!”
“Then you leave and don’t look back.”
Lou scowled harder, wishing she could give him the “stink-eye” as Jim termed it when they were kids. “Who is he anyway? This person you’re replacing me with.”
“Monty is coming down to…”
She almost yelled aloud in frustration, reining it in at the last second. Monty was Varian’s son. It made sense he’d be the one taking over now that they were so close to a discovery that would make her name and put this corner of Wales on the map right up there with Stonehenge and the Grand Canyon.
Instead, Lou picked up a pen and hurled it across the portacabin. “What a surprise. You know, it’s so nice to see that nepotism is alive and well and flourishing in Wales. The exact same way it does all over the country wherever the Sparrow Foundation can be found.”
She paused, counting to five slowly. “Are you sacking me?” she muttered.
“On the contrary, I have a nice simple job for you.”
“Tell you what. Send Monty to do your nice simple job. See if he can do that without messing it up. We all know what happened on the Tumbrel dig. How he was responsible for those deaths.”
Varian’s expression darkened, and Lou wisely shut up before he really did sack her. “Have you heard of Dark Lake?” he asked.
“Should I have?”
“It’s a reservoir up in the Pennines. The villages of Abernay and Finlay were flooded in the first half of the last century to make the Aberfinay Dam, shortly before the start of the Second World War. It’s now known locally as Dark Lake after the new village that sprang up next to it. The dam provides water for one of the large towns. It doesn’t matter which one. The whole area is owned by an old family friend, Evan Close.”
Her fingers drummed her irritation on the desk. “And? What does this have to do with the price of fish?”
“The water levels have dropped enough to see the church spire above the level of the reservoir. A few unusual artefacts have washed ashore. I want you to go up there and see what’s going on.”
“Like I said the land is owned by a family friend. Neither of us wants this getting into the media. We’d prefer it be handled quickly and quietly. I can get you permission to dive once or twice. And arrange for a diving team to meet you up there.”
“Can’t it wait a few weeks?”
“No. It has to be done now.”
“Send Whatshisface up there.”
“Monty can’t swim. You can. You have a gold medal to prove it.”
Lou chewed her bottom lip. “That was a lifetime ago. I had to make a choice over careers, and I chose archaeology. I finally get my big break, and you’re taking it away from me. When I’ve done all the leg work, all the research…”
Varian handed her a file. “I’d shut up about now if I were you. Assuming you want to keep your job. I’m sending you to Dark Lake. End of discussion. I’ll see you in an hour.”
Lou stood. Part of her wanted to quit on the spot, but the other part of her had more sense. “You know what? Brief yourself. These are all my files and notes. I’m sure my team can tell you anything else you need to know if you can’t read my writing.”
“Don’t you Lou me. I’ve spent the best part of ten years working for you, and this is how you repay me. Every. Single. Time.” She stomped over to the door and slammed it hard behind her.
More about Clare
Clare is a British author. She lives in a small town just outside Reading, England with her husband, whom she married in 1992, their three children, and unfriendly mini-panther, aka Tilly the black cat. They have recently been joined by Hedwig and Sirius the guinea pigs. Clare is half English and half Welsh, which makes watching rugby interesting at times as it doesn’t matter who wins.
Writing from an early childhood and encouraged by her teachers, she graduated from rewriting fairy stories through fan fiction to using her own original characters and enjoys writing an eclectic mix of romance, crime fiction and children’s stories. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading, crocheting or doing the many piles of laundry the occupants of her house manage to make.
Her books are based in the UK, with a couple of exceptions, thus, although the spelling may be American in some of them, the books contain British language and terminology and the more recent ones are written in UK English.
The first draft of every novel is hand written.
She has been a Christian for more than half her life. She goes to Carey Baptist where she is one of four registrars.
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