|Photo by Alison Roberts -- 2008|
Harlequin Medical Author Maggie Kingsley passed away very unexpectedly last weekend and fellow Medical Romance authors Caroline Anderson and Kate Hardy pay tribute.
We’re still pretty much in shock at the news that Maggie Kingsley passed away unexpectedly last weekend, and our hearts go out to her family.
We’ve known Maggie for more than ten years, as fellow Medical Romance authors, and her warmth, generosity of spirit and sheer common sense will be very much missed. If anyone had a problem, Maggie would be the first person to ring or email with a message of support. Can’t see the wood for the trees? Maggie was the one who’d help you sort it out. Something to celebrate? She’d be there waving the flags for you.
We were privileged to work with her on the Penhally and St Piran’s series, and she was so easy to work with. Her sense of humour always defused the little frustrations that can happen when you work on a continuity book, and she made the whole experience rewarding and fulfilling.
Maggie wrote really emotional stories – her Belfield Infirmary series will remain in a lot of readers’ hearts. She wasn’t afraid of tackling difficult subjects (and only she could’ve pulled off a topic as emotional as ‘A Baby for Eve’). And she wrote the best ‘marriage in jeopardy’ story ever with ‘The Surgeon’s Marriage’.
She was a great person to bounce ideas off; if you’d written yourself into a corner, Maggie would come up with some great suggestions about how to fix it. She also had a wicked sense of humour, and let’s just say there were dares about what we could get past our mutual editor…
And we weren’t the only people who thought so highly of her, judging by the torrent of tributes that have poured into our inboxes since her sister asked us to spread the tragic news of her death. The overwhelming reaction is one of huge loss, of respect and admiration for a person who never failed to fight your corner or support you privately in a moment of need. She was the most unassuming, modest, funny, articulate, tactful, passionate and compassionate person you could wish to meet, and the world is a sadder place without her.
Maggie was always there, in sunshine and in showers, and it just doesn’t seem possible that she’s gone. It’d be nice to think she was up there, with a glass of whisky in one hand and ginger chocolate in the other, and her spaniel at her knee, rolling her eyes and saying we were being totally soft Southerners and of course she’ll still be here in spirit.
And we’ll think of her whenever we see bluebells.