Born in Barnet, Hertfordshire, England, Barry left his beloved England in 2000, moving to the USA. Under the name “Storyheart,” Barry is better known for his short romance stories on the net and in his book “Stories from the Heart“. His first YA novel “Across the Pond” proved extremely popular with over 120 reviews on Amazon. Now he is going back to his romantic roots with the first of a series of books “The Bathroom Book of Romance”.
Barry’s whit, oratory, and old-fashioned English charm make him a popular interviewee. He is also host of the popular radio show “A Book and a Chat” with over 450 shows under his belt.
Web Site: http://romance2read.com
About the Book:
The Bathroom Book of Romance – Book 1 “ is the first in a series of books with short stories, is short enough to read over a cup of tea or coffee, or whenever you have some time to yourself, yet long enough to bring a tear to your eye or a smile to your face. In fact some people call them “bathroom stories” as that might be the only place you get five minutes peace and quiet to yourself.
Thanks for this interview, Barry! What was your inspiration for The Bathroom Book of Romance ?
The title of the book comes from when I first started writing these short stories many years ago, originally is was that you could read the stories whenever you had five minutes peace and quiet. One reader (the stories used to be produced online) that with three young children the only time she got peace and quiet was if she locker herself away in the bathroom, so the stories became “bathroom stories”.
Tell us something about your hero and/or heroine that my readers won’t be able to resist.
Being numerous short stories there are many different types of characters, hero’s, ages and relationships. Over this book and the next two I have tried to cover every form of romance I can think of. There are always twists and turns and I try to fool the reader whenever I can, in fact I actually take great pleasure in being told… “You did it to me again, I thought it was such and such an ending…”
What is your favorite story in the book?
This is the first of a series of books with the stories written for not only book two but a Christmas Special. I have many stories I really like, I used to have my own local TV station where I used to come on like Mr Rogers, and narrate a story or two to the camera. Hardest part of that is looking up at the camra and then down at the story I was reading without losing my place. But you asked about my favorite stories. The first four in the book “The Radio Show”, Love of an Angel”, Emerald Eyes” and “Why?” are ones I like though there are many more that have their own special spots.
What do you love most about being an author?
I always bulk at being called an author, though with my YA book “Across the Pond” having over 120 reviews on Amazon I guess I can call myself that, though I prefer to be called a “story teller”. My English is not brilliant; I do not have authors names dropping from my tongue like so many authors, and as for my spelling… thank goodness for spell-check. I love chatting to authors though which can be seen from the popularity of my radio show “A Book and a Chat” which now numbers around 470 shows, and not just authors I am a huge fan of bloggers and try to get them on the show when possible.
A Short story from book two… “The Rose”
Night stirred its inky finger at the ending of the day, the office lights breaking through the windows into the dark night. Desks emptied as people sort to get an early start to the weekend.
She completed the last letter she had to send that day, filled in the final figures on the day’s spreadsheet, and was just about to close down her PC when a message popped up saying she had a new email. She was going to open the email to check what it was when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning round, she looked into the sparkling eyes that belonged to Andy, her boss, which as normal, set her heart racing.
“Still here?” he said with a smile. “Nothing to go home too?”
She smiled back. “Nothing much.”
Not as if you were there she thought, then scolded herself in case she let her secret feeling for Andy show.
Andy smiled once more. “Well, see you on Monday” And with that, left her to her thoughts.
He was so good looking, she thought to herself, as she watched his rear disappearing out the door.
With a sigh, she shut of her computer, letting the email wait until Monday, and slowly made her way to the lift. She had nothing to go home to except an empty and lonely house. Her husband was a long gone, and good riddance. Her son was at college far away, and all that was there for her, was another lonely night.
She reached the exit of the building. There, waiting for her was Mike, the security guard. Mike always there with a smile that seemed just for her, understanding her moods and problems sometimes before she herself knew them. Mike, whom she could tell anything to, knowing it would go no further and that he would never judge her. As normal, he held open the door, his arm almost but not quite touching her as she went by.
“Night Mable, have a good one,” he said to her with a smile.
“Night Mike.” she answered back over her shoulder as she walked to where she had parked her car. “And thank you.” She blew him a kiss as normal.
She walked down the now empty parking spaces to where hers was parked, and opened to door to get in the car, when she noticed something on the front window. Moving round, she realized it was a rose, a single red rose placed under one of her wiper blades. Taking it carefully in her hands, she looked for a note or something to say whom the rose had been from, but there was nothing.
She drove home trying to work out in her mind that might have left her the flower. Could it have been Andy, guessing her feeling for him, and letting her know that he felt the same? Perhaps it was Mike, just showing her that he cared?
Her mind went through all the other possible people, but kept coming back to Andy and Mike. The weekend seemed to fly by, with her thoughts always turning to the rose that took pride of place on her table in the small glass vase. Was it Andy, or was it Mike? She had to wait until Monday to find out.
At last Monday came, she parked her car as normal and found Mike waiting for her with an open door. She flashed a special smile his way eager to thank him if indeed the rose had been from him.
“Thank you so much,” she said, lingering for a few moments before walking through the door, as if waiting for him to reply. But Mike did not say anything about flowers or her, so she hurriedly made her way to her desk.
Andy. Andy. It had to be Andy. After all this time at last he was showing her that he felt the same way as she did.
She waited for Andy to come in, her heart racing at the thought of him leaving a rose for her.
While she waited, she checked her mail, the first message being the one that she left on Friday, it was from her son.
“Hi Mum.” it read “I was just passing through on my way to a friend’s house, from where I am sending you this email. I did not really have time to stop, just thought I’d let you know how much I love you. I hope you enjoy the rose. Love, Don
With a sigh, the dream bubble burst. Oh well, she thought, at least her son loved her.
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