Having lived overseas for several years, Eva returned to study Anthropology before heading off to live in Papua New Guinea for a year. There she met the love of her life, author G.W. Gibson, who was stationed there with the Australian Defence Force. The rest is history, romantic history.
She now lives on the Redcliffe peninsula with her husband, small son and an assortment of animals. When Eva is not writing she enjoys mentoring first-time authors, cooking up a story, practising yoga and getting out on the bay on her stand-up paddle board.
I live on a peninsula north of Brisbane called Redcliffe. It’s famous for giving the BeeGees their first big break and for a few other luminaries as well. I grew up in Melbourne, a city I love, but life here in Queensland beside the ocean is too perfect to give up for suburbia.
Q. If you had a choice where would you choose to live, and why?
I might move a little further up the Sunshine Coast, maybe even to the hinterland where I could have the benefit of both mountains and sea. It’s so lovely up there! Perfect place to write books.
Q. Have any places you’ve visited been the inspiration for a book?
Apart from stories set in Brisbane and Sydney the answer is no. I seem to be attracted to writing stories set in places I want to go, rather than places I’ve been.
Q. How important do you think the setting is when you write a story?
Tremendously. It adds colour and flavour to a story. I run a risk every time I write about a place I’ve not been but I am careful to gather some subject matter experts around me who can pick me up if I make a mistake. On this book I had the services of a Professor of Art History who stopped me making a grave mistake regarding interactions in the aboriginal art community, where my story is partially set.
Q. ‘Red Dust Dreaming’ is set in the red heart of Australia, what made you choose this as the setting for your book?
I was introduced to the Warlukurlangu Artists based at Yuendumu in the red heart of Australia, the Northern Territory. If you think aboriginal art is all about dot painting, think again! Their work captivated me and led me on a journey to tell a story involving it.
Q. Can you tell us anything about your next book?
I’m working on another rural romance, this one set in South-east Queensland and involving a Moulin Rouge dancer who has retired to a small holding which she believes she can run with the help of Google and YouTube. I’ve met a woman, an ex-Moulin Rouge dancer, who married a farmer and the story inspired me to explore what happens after a dancer’s career is done and dusted.
Q. If you weren’t a writer, what would be your next choice of career?
I have absolutely no idea!
Q. What’s your idea of a perfect day?
A coffee by the beach followed by a paddle board session followed by a breakfast barbeque followed by more paddle boarding, a nap and dinner out.
Eva Scott’s latest release ‘Red Dust Dreaming’ is out tomorrow, 8th April 2015 - but you can pre-order it today and be one of the first to get your hands on a copy!
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It all seemed so simple in New York, but Australia is nothing like she expected, and she soon falls under the spell of the Outback – the station, the lifestyle, and the seriously sexy owner who has been caring for Luke since the death of his mother.
Elizabeth soon discovers that what seemed simple a world away is anything but, and her duty is at odds with the dictates of her heart. She must choose, knowing that a mistake will not only cost her everything, but destroy the future of a devastated little boy.
Elizabeth slid into the car seat with a sigh. Thank god that was over! She’d been dreading the first meeting with Caden Carlyle, aware she was very much on the back foot. The sun pressed against her skin with an unfamiliar heaviness. She’d stocked up on high factor sun block to protect her fair skin after reading all the warnings about sun exposure in the travel blogs. What everyone failed to mention was the radiance of the place; the way the sky vaulted overhead scattering the light so it fell with a peculiar intensity upon everything it touched.
The other thing that struck her was the silence. Apart from the sound of the men sorting out her luggage, talking low, there was nothing but the wind as it skipped over the scraggy bushes, snagging on branches as it went. She ran a finger along the edge of the window and a fine layer of red dust came away. How on earth did anyone cope with this? The entire landscape comprised of red dirt, relentless and inescapable.
While she waited she thought of Angela out here in the middle of nowhere. Had her sister loved this place? This man? Elizabeth shimmied down a little in her seat and sought Caden out in the car’s side mirror. She caught glimpses of him as he came and went loading boxes and bags into the Ute. He looked different from his photo somehow. More rugged. More masculine. The camera hadn’t captured the essence of the man. Broad muscular shoulders strained under his cotton shirt. His forearms were burnished brown by long years in the sun. She wondered how much else of him might be the same colour.
He stood talking to the pilot. Their words were lost on the wind. He laughed at something the other man said, his face free from the stern coldness which had greeted her. For a moment she wished he would look at her with the same warmth. His eyes were the most extraordinary colour, like burnt toffee. He’d looked at her as if she’d crawled out from under a rock and he was deciding whether to stamp on her or not. Yet she’d been unable to look away. She found him…. compelling. Yes, that’s what he was. Nothing more, nothing less.
Elizabeth hadn’t been prepared for the force that was Caden. Clearly the private investigator had never actually met the man. Caden Carlyle was so much more than the report indicated. A quiet power radiated off him; impossible to be ignored. No doubt he was going to be a strong adversary if rubbed up the wrong way. Elizabeth understood the trickiness of the situation. Luke had grown up here, never having known any other home in his short lifetime. And here she was, the alien aunt no one had ever heard of, turning up to take him away forever. She didn’t blame Caden if he hated her on sight.