

Now why couldn't the story have been about her? The most interesting character in the whole story was the English governess who was hiding a passionate, wild soul behind her prim and proper spinster persona. There was no chemistry between them and I did not believe in their HE A for a second. No wonder the poor, put-upon H used any means to humiliate her and keep her at a distance. These and other loltastic moments made this h one of the most unappealing characters to inhabit HPlandia. The heroine's answer is to ride without an escort, forget to tie her horse so she doesn't wander off, and climb down a ravine with no way back up. Question: What do you do if you are an inexperienced rider and the arid lands surrounding the ranch you live in harbor a pissed-off mountain lion? If your idea of a good time is a dumb-as-a-post, TSTL, immature, and clumsy teenager throwing herself helplessly at her father-figure, then you need look no further than Anne Mather's Fallen Angel.

Mildred now has two grown-up children, a son and daughter, and two adorable grandchildren, Abigail and Ben. Her Anne Mather's novel, Leopard in the Snow, was developed into a 1978 movie. She also published books as Caroline Fleming or Cardine Fleming. And now, more than 160 books later, she's literally - excuse the pun - staggered by what happened. Not very professional, as you can see, but that's the way it was. She was newly married then, and her daughter was just a baby, and it was quite a job juggling her household chores and scribbling away in exercise books every chance she got. The trouble was, she never used to finish any of the stories, and Caroline, her first published book as Anne Mather, was the first book she'd actually completed. One the contrary, for years She wrote only for her own pleasure, and it wasn't until her husband suggested that she ought to send one of her stories to a publisher that they put several publishers names into a hat and pulled one out. Mildred has always wanted to write - which is not to say she has always wanted to be a professional writer. Her mother used to gather these up from time to time, when her bedroom became too untidy, and dispose of them! She had written all through her infant and junior years and on into her teens, the stories changing from children's adventures to torrid gypsy passions.

Mildred Grieveson was born on Octoin England.
