Novel Spotlight: Indiscretion by Hannah Fielding

Portrait of Hannah Fielding and photos of where she writes.

Portrait of Hannah Fielding and photos of where she writes.

Introducing… Hannah Fielding

Hannah Fielding is an incurable romantic. The seeds for her writing career were sown in early childhood, spent in Egypt, when she came to an agreement with her governess Zula: for each fairy story Zula told, Hannah would invent and relate one of her own. Years later – following a degree in French literature, several years of travelling in Europe, falling in love with an Englishman, the arrival of two beautiful children and a career in property development – Hannah decided after so many years of yearning to write that the time was now. Today, she lives the dream: writing full time at her homes in Kent, England, and the South of France, where she dreams up romances overlooking breath-taking views of the Mediterranean.

To date, Hannah has published four passionate, evocative novels: Burning Embers, a ‘romance like Hollywood used to make’, set in Kenya; the award-winning Echoes of Love, ‘an epic love story that is beautifully told’, set in Italy; and books 1 and 2 of the Andalusian Nights trilogy, set in sultry Spain, entitled Indiscretion and Masquerade. She is currently working on her fifth book, Legacy, which will publish this spring.


February Fiesta artworkA glimpse of Indiscretion

She crossed the road, then turned to get a last glimpse of the flaming sunset; the sea was turning gold, the sky streaked with rose and orange and angry red, a canvas where the supreme artist used colours unknown to any earthly palette. Wanting to imprint this painting on her soul to use it as the opening of the first chapter to her new book, Alexandra stood there breathless, and lifting her face to the sky, she stepped back, inadvertently bumping into someone. Jerked out of her contemplation, she turned apologetically.

 ‘Lo siento’ … she breathed as she looked straight into the wintry eyes of a man, a man very different to the ones she had glimpsed since she had arrived in Spain.

He was tall, slim and well-built, and was looking at her intently, the greyness of his wintry blue eyes emphasised by his tanned complexion.  

Alexandra felt a rush of heat burn her cheeks, and gave him an embarrassed smile. ‘I was admiring your dazzling sunset. I’ve never seen such amazing colours.’

‘One can just as much be dazzled by a lovely sunset as by the unexpected encounter of a stunningly beautiful woman,’ the stranger murmured almost imperceptibly.

Alexandra knew that these words, spoken by a Spaniard, were just an ordinary compliment that one should not take seriously, a compulsory courtesy that was part of the Latin charm. Besides, as he had pronounced them, the stranger’s face had kept its inscrutability and she had seen nothing she could easily interpret in his pale eyes. So why did she feel a secret stirring inside her?

She had no time to answer him. The dark hidalgo had taken Alexandra’s hand and, bringing it to his lips, brushed it with the whisper of a kiss.

‘Adios, siñorita’, she heard him say softly. Turning, he disappeared into the crowd that was still milling about on the pavement, leaving the young woman in a daze.


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  1. February 11, 2016 / 6:58 am

    Thank you for taking part in my tour. Hannah x

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