Adventures in storytelling by Bob Rector

RUNNING SCARRED by Jackie Williams

For three years Ex Special Services soldier, Patrick Reeves has avoided his once comfortable world. Unable to accept his terrible injuries he moves to a secluded cottage in France and hides from everyone, most of all himself. But when a bright, beautiful woman, who stirs his blood and steals his heart, discovers the ruined Chateau and estate in which his home stands, it is more than his unerring control can bear.



“Running Scarred” by Jackie Williams is a modern-day turn on Beauty and the Beast. It even takes place in the forests of France in an imposing chateau located close to a quaint village.

Ellen, the flawlessly beautiful heroine (both inside and out) wants to turn the old chateau into a resort of sorts for severely wounded (scarred) war veterans, chief among them her brother David. She has inherited a gazillion dollars to do this with. She sets about the task with a headstrong and undeterred will. But her nefarious and vain former boyfriend schemes to make her fortune his.

Enter Patrick (the beast) a dreadfully disfigured war hero who owns the cottage behind the chateau and simply wants to live there alone and in peace. He’s not looking for love – until he rescues a lost Ellen one dark night in the woods. She sees only the purity of his heart beneath the scars.

From this foundation the story spins into an entertaining and romantic battle of wills and ambitions with twists and turns that keep pages turning late into the night. Ellen is guided by her heart more than anything else, making this a sweepingly romantic novel, something Ms. Williams makes no apology for in her narrative.

It is a story told with bold conviction and who can ask for more in a book? Highly recommended.


I was born in Essex England during the mid sixties but I missed all the fun. Being only young I assumed that all Beatles were six legged creatures and Flower Power was something to do with the vigorous way my mother kneaded the bread dough.

My wonderful parents brought me up with a huge love of books. We read anything and everything. Bedtime stories were a treasured time of adventure and mystery. My sister and I sat wide eyed in wonder and to this day I worry about Dinah and Dorinda being pricked with pins because they grew so fat, and I never pull faces at the a waning moon (or was it a waxing one?) just in case my chops stay that way . (The Wind On The Moon)

I began reading romance while still at school. The fuel for many a teenage fantasy leapt from between the covers of wildly romantic books and my passion still lingers now for all those dark haired heroes.

My own beautiful teenage daughter persuaded me to write my first romance. She was only fourteen at the time and between books for children and adults. She couldn’t find anything that ticked all her numerous and particular boxes and so she asked me to write a book, with all the exact ingredients just for her. Though not just a book for teens, she enjoyed the resulting tale so much that she shared it with her friends and I eventually published A Perfect Summer as an ebook on amazon.

But I have discovered that writing is not easily stopped once you start. It has turned into a grand passion that I just cannot hold back. The fingertips start tapping the keys and ideas suddenly come flooding, far too many for just one book and so I began another and then another. Nine books later I am still nowhere near done. Book ten is on its way and only just the other night I woke from a wild and wonderful dream with book eleven fully formed in my head.

Romance will always be my first love but recently I was so influenced by a tiny polished plaque on a sea wall that I gave paranormal romance a try. (Echo Beach) Mixing the two genres was a real challenge for me but I was delighted with the result. Historical romance is going to be my next genre. All those fabulously titled and passionate men are impossibly hard to resist.

I hope you enjoy all of my efforts and I look forward to your comments and reviews.

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