Wantonness… What Goes Around Comes Around by Annette Kontoleon
Annette Kontoleon’s book Wantonness has lust and an atmosphere of historical romance, one that will transport lovers of the genre back to different time and morality. The use of detail is effective and evocative and sets the scene and tone. The book is stimulating, flirty, and an intelligent romp through a genre that is too often reduced to tedious cliché.
Part one of the trilogy, Wantonness starts in the late 1800’s and is about a wealthy family of four brothers, how in the end they each have completely different lifestyles. This passage through time intertwines over one-hundred years of genealogy.
Annette was inspired by the older generations of her friends and relatives. Though not all her family were elated at the thought of having their dirty laundry aired.
As the author of this book, I would like to share a brief summary of my life and explain how this novel came to be.
I left school at the age of fifteen. I couldn’t read. My mother believed that if a female wore glasses, no man would ever marry her. I failed miserably in all my exams at school because if you can’t see, you can’t read.
Several years later, I could only say thank God for contact lenses, as they changed my life dramatically. They opened a whole new world. Not only did I learn to read, but I could actually see the people I was talking to.
I was inspired by the stories my grandmother told me. She was in awe about the suffragettes. Their fight for women’s rights was the first step to equality. She was a modern-thinking woman. Many young people today wouldn’t know who the suffragettes were or how much they gave up and what they endured to get women the right to vote.
I would describe myself as a strong-willed person who likes her own space. A song that comes to mind that was written when I was in my early thirties, “I Am Woman,” this was to play a huge factor in my life. I also credit who I am to the special people and animals that give me so much and ask little in return.
When I was in my late teens, I decided to write a novel about my heritage, with some truths and a lot of fiction. Unfortunately for me, my mother read it while I was at work and decided I was trying to defame her family, so she tore it up. What she didn’t know was that the stories my grandmother had told me when I was young were embedded in my mind.