Sunday, 19 November 2017

THEY'RE GROWING UP - I DON'T LIKE IT!

My sweet little baby boy with the rubber band arms and legs, the gappy grin and eyes for only me, has been out with friends twice this weekend. Friends from school I have never heard of before. Apparently, for a 14 year old, this is quite normal. He says I don't need to know the name of every single one of his friends anymore. Nor do I need to know their mums, their dads or their shoe size. Funnily enough, he informs me, he doesn't have to have attended pre-school with everyone he comes into contact with. Sometimes he may actually mention someone I don't know. Doesn't make them a bad person. "I thought you wanted me to make more friends?" I do, just ones I've vetted. After he'd finished laughing in my face, he said, "No, that's not happening."

I know I laugh and joke about my kids. Have always prided myself on the relationship I have with them. How close we are. The trust we have. And how I've made sure they could function independently of me, right from when they were babies. There was no clinging. No refusing to go with anyone. No tantrums if I left them.

Who would have thought, all this time later, it would be me who was having trouble cutting the cord? Me! But I'm told I have to. I have to step back and well, trust in that bond we have. It might take me a while, but I'll get there... I hope.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

CRAPPING MYSELF - OR TO PUT IT POLITELY - A TAD NERVOUS!

I was a member of the workforce for a very long time, then I decided to jack it all in and concentrate on the wonderful word journey I have been on for the last seven years. Now I'm returning to the workforce, only part time, and I have to admit, it's a bit scary.

Tomorrow is my induction day. Not entirely sure what an induction day is, or involves, because I've never had one before. All the jobs I've had, you go to an interview, get the job and then start work. Apparently, working for the NHS isn't like that! There are several hoops (a few made of flaming fire) you have to jump through before you can even think of starting. And now there is the induction day.

I know I talk a good game, but I'm actually incredibly shy and I don't do well in big crowds, especially when I don't know anyone. So I'm not afraid to admit I'm shaking a bit in me flip-flops.

But I'm going to pull on my Bridget Jones pants and pack a paper bag in case I need to breathe into it. If I just keep telling myself what my dad always said, "Be on time and do as you're told." I should be fine.

Wish me luck!

Saturday, 11 November 2017

RE-RELEASE DAY! RUNNING FROM THE PAST (PREVIOUSLY ONLY AVAILABLE AT DREAMSPINNER)


2nd edition - re-written and re-edited

Blurb:

Ford Mitchell, deputy sheriff, has to transport a prisoner from his tiny hometown in Alaska to Miami, where the man is wanted on outstanding drug charges, and the murder of a prostitute. A simple enough task, except the prisoner in question is his lover. Was everything about Noah a lie? Everything he said? Everything he felt?

When Noah Beckett arrived in Eagle River, he thought he'd run far enough. That he could build a life here, and he had. A wonderful life with Ford Mitchell. A life he thought he'd never have. But then his past finds him, even in the far-reaching snows of Alaska and his perfect world comes tumbling down. Now he's headed back to Miami to answer for crimes he didn't commit. But how can he convince Ford he's innocent, when Ford doesn't believe a word he says?



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Tuesday, 7 November 2017

COVER REVEAL! RUNNING FROM THE PAST (2ND EDITION) - RELEASE DATE 11 NOVEMBER

Running from the Past is a short story that was previously only available on Dreamspinner's website. Now the rights have returned to me, I have given it a face lift and it will be re-released on the
11 November, my Glamorous Assistant's birthday!

The cover is glorious and by the wonderful Emmy Ellis!

Blurb:

Ford Mitchell, deputy sheriff, has to transport a prisoner from his tiny hometown in Alaska to Miami, where the man is wanted on outstanding drug charges, and the murder of a prostitute. A simple enough task, except the prisoner in question is his lover. Was everything about Noah a lie? Everything he said? Everything he felt?

When Noah Beckett arrived in Eagle River, he thought he'd run far enough. That he could build a life here, and he had. A wonderful life with Ford Mitchell. A life he thought he'd never have. But then his past finds him, even in the far-reaching snows of Alaska and his perfect world comes tumbling down. Now he's headed back to Miami to answer for crimes he didn't commit. But how can he convince Ford he's innocent, when Ford doesn't believe a word he says?

Sunday, 5 November 2017

GUILTY PLEASURE..... TV!

Afternoon my lovelies. It's 5.15pm, it's dark, the heating is on, dinner is cooking and the kids' uniforms are ready for the week ahead.  This means I can now to decide on the evening's viewing and I don't mind telling you, this is the time of the year when Sunday nights involve one of my televisual (I know I think I made that up) guilty pleasures.....

Yes, it's the Antiques Roadshow.

I'm addicted. Never miss an episode.

Love the expressions on the owner's faces when they're told their Auntie Ida's funny paperweight is a Faberge egg and worth thousands.

Love it, even more, when they're told Uncle Bert's Toby Jug is a knock-off and worth 50p.

I just bloody love it!

I have a few other guilty pleasures, I'm not ashamed... Come Dine with Me, Four in a Bed and every single vet programme on the box. (Including Bondi Vet and his fantastical Desperate Dan chin).


So, my gawgeous pals, what's your guilty pleasure.... c'mon, 'fess up!

Monday, 30 October 2017

SPOOKY RE-RELEASE! HALFWAY HOUSE!

Blurb:

New cover, new story - totally rewritten and updated!

A shared car ride home goes awry for Tyler the jock and Supernerd Eliot when they get lost in the dark on a country road and their vehicle stalls. Luckily, they find the Halfway House Hotel, where a series of odd events seem to conspire to bring them together.


Excerpt:

“Good evening, gentlemen,” the rather statuesque woman said softly. She had a dark brown wavy hair that scraped her chin as she moved and a warm, welcoming smile. “My name is Alicia and I’d like to welcome you to the Halfway House Hotel. How may I help you this evening?”
“We’d like two single rooms, please,” Eliot said politely, noting their hostess wore a similar garb to the woman he’d seen a few moments earlier. Except her blouse was plain and she wore a gaily patterned scarf around her neck.
Alicia scanned the open register on the desk in front of her, running her finger down the page, and shook her head. “I’m sorry, sirs, but there are no single rooms left. In fact, we’re completely book—oh, wait. I do have one room left, we had a cancellation about half an hour ago and it’s not been crossed out yet. But it’s a double, would that suit?”
“Are there any other hotels around here?” Eliot asked, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth. A double? With Tyler? Not if he could help it. Before Alicia could respond, Tyler interjected.
“We’ll take it, thanks.”
“What?” Eliot smiled at the receptionist then said to Tyler. “Can I speak to you for a minute?” Tyler rolled his eyes and followed Eliot a few steps away from the desk, where Eliot lowered his voice, so they wouldn’t be heard. “It’s a double!”
“So?” Tyler sighed, seemingly unconcerned about the implications of a shared room. “I don’t know about you, but I’m tired, hungry, and I am not dragging my ass and your suitcase back down that damn driveway. It’s one night and, as long as you don’t snore, it’ll be fine.” He grabbed Eliot’s forearm and urged him back to the desk. “Is the restaurant still open?” he asked, blatantly ignoring Eliot’s discomfort.
Alicia nodded then turned the register to face Eliot. “Yes, the restaurant is open until ten, and may I recommend the steak? It’s delicious.”
Eliot filled in their names and the address of the university. It was an antiquated way of registering, in fact he couldn’t remember ever having checked-in like this before, and he questioned it.
“This is rather quaint,” he said, gesturing to the register. “No offence, but most hotels are computerized nowadays, aren’t they?”
“None taken,” Alicia replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I believe they are, yes. Unfortunately, technology is taking a little longer to catch up to us here.” When Eliot had finished filling in their details, she turned the register back to herself and noted the time of check-in. “There, all done. We do ask for payment up front, for both the room and dinner. If you don’t mind.”
“No, of course, not. That’s fine by us, right Eliot?” Tyler covered a yawn, clearly wanting to get to the room as soon as possible.
“That’ll be $50 in total.”
“You mean $50 each.” Eliot was confused.
“No, $50 in total.”
“But—”
“That’s fine,” Tyler said, cutting Eliot off. He took out his wallet and pulled out a fifty, which he handed over to Alicia with an apologetic smile. “You’ll have to forgive my friend, it’s been a long day.”
Alicia laughed politely, gave them a receipt for their payment, then picked up the old-fashioned hand bell on the desk and shook it. The sound echoed around them. One of the other doors off the reception area opened and a tall, thin, pale-skinned young man in a crisp red uniform approached the desk.
“This is our porter, Michael,” Alicia said as she handed the porter a key. “These gentlemen will be staying in room twenty-one. Michael will show you to your room, but please don’t hesitate to ask should you need anything.”
“Thank you.” Tyler again answered for them both, much to Eliot’s consternation.
“By the way,” Alicia called as they followed the porter, who had picked up both their suitcases, toward the stairs. “Enjoy your stay.”
“I’m sure we will,” Eliot replied.

“Oh, I guarantee it.”

Monday, 23 October 2017

COMING 29TH OCTOBER - RE-RELEASE OF HALFWAY HOUSE!

Completely re-written and with a fantastic new cover, join Tyler and Eliot at Halfway House Hotel for a night they'll never forget!


Cover: Book Cover by Design