I have one last copy of Unshakeable Faith in Audiobook to give away!
Narrated by Sean Lenhart, it has kept a smile on my face all over Christmas to be able to listen to my very first novel.
It might not kick the New Year off with a bang - but it'll certainly give it a tingle.
Leave a comment below with your email (or I can't pick you!) and my glamorous assistant will pick a winner on New Year's Day!
Of all the bars in all the towns in all the world, the stranger walks into Brody Tyler's. With no memory and a name he chose from a newspaper, Nash is a gamble - one Brody is willing to take. It isn't long before Brody and Nash fall in love, but then a tragic accident shatters their cozy world, resetting Nash's memory once again.
The new Nash Walker is a businessman with a bottom line, and he doesn't care what or who gets stomped on. Waking up in a hospital bed after a hit-and-run with no idea where he's been for the past six months is bad enough, but someone trying to kill him is even worse. Enter Brody Tyler, accidental bodyguard.
I hope you had a lovely Christmas and wish you a wonderful 2017!
Ever wondered what it
would be like to just go with it? You know, buy that dress you saw even though
you can’t really afford it? Have that cake even though you know you shouldn’t
and enjoy every deliciously sinful mouthful?
How about the guy that
keeps giving you the green light? Would you sit and wait for him to make a move
or would you go for it? That’s what Ben asks himself when the hottie who’s been
coming in for the same cup of coffee and blueberry muffin for the past two
weeks knocks on his door…
The chime of the bell above the door heralded the arrival of another
customer and the fine hairs on the back of Ben’s neck prickled. He was here—Brown-Eyes as Ben had
christened him—right on time. Ben swallowed hard and turned around as
nonchalantly as he could. Brown-Eyes sat at the table in the corner, the menu
in his hand as he scanned the contents. Why he did that, Ben had no idea; he’d
been ordering the same thing at the same time for the last two weeks. Every
time he did it, Ben wondered if he was going to choose something different but
it was always the same—a white coffee and a blueberry muffin.
Ben tried not to sigh out loud, barely achieving his goal as he
remembered the first time the man came in. It had been late afternoon, just
like now and Ben had been alone in the shop. Clem had left early that day, he
couldn’t remember why, and this lean, toned, thick wavy chestnut-haired piece
of tall, dark and drop dead gorgeous walked through the door. Ben had been
absently chewing a mouthful of cheese and ham croissant at the time and nearly
choked on it when he locked eyes with the stranger and his mouth dried up
quicker than the Sahara in a sandstorm.
“Roll up your tongue,” Clem mumbled beside him.
“Shut up.” Ben took his notepad out of his pocket and squared his
“Need a breath mint?”
Ben ignored Clem’s snicker and prayed he wouldn’t trip over his own feet
on the way to the man’s table. Brown-Eyes looked up from the menu as he
approached and, if Ben was given to whimsical prose, he would’ve sworn his
knees trembled. Hell, who was he kidding? Everything
trembled. He cleared his throat and stood, pen poised over the blank page of
“Welcome to Perkatory, what can I get you?” Clearing his throat hadn’t
made a damn bit of difference, he still sounded as though he’d sucked hard on a
balloon full of helium.
“I’ll have a white coffee and a blue—”
“Berry muffin?” Ben finished for him. Brown-Eyes smiled and Ben’s cock
pressed against his zipper as heat shot through him.
“Am I that predictable?”
Ben returned his smile. “It does seem to be your thing.”
“Okay….” Brown-Eyes leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. His
gaze lazily drifted over Ben from tip to toe, touching on his name tag, before
he said with a definite suggestive lilt. “… Ben. What would you recommend?”
Oh so many things… is what Ben thought, but what he actually said was, “The cinnamon and
pumpkin muffins are good, if you’re looking for something with a little bite.
Or the pumpkin cheesecake if you need to satisfy a sweet tooth.”
“Pumpkin cheesecake?” Brown-Eyes’ eyebrow tilted just a fraction as he
added, “Will I be satisfied?”
“I can guarantee it.” The words were out of Ben’s mouth before he could
stop them. What the hell was he doing flirting with a customer? Not that the customer
in question seemed to mind. In fact, those deep brown eyes flashed fire as they
rested for a tad too long than was perhaps proper on Ben’s crotch—thankfully
hidden by his apron.
“Then how can I refuse?”
Ben blushed warmly and cleared his throat again. Maybe he was coming
down with something? What? Sex-on-a-stick
syndrome? Ben ignored his inner voice and scribbled the order down on his
pad. “Coming right up,” he said briskly and turned on his heel before the wet
noodles that had replaced his legs collapsed on him completely.
Ben did his best to avoid Clem’s gaze, as he took a mug off the shelf
beside the coffee machine and put a paper coaster with the shop’s logo on the
saucer. He could feel the son of a bitch staring at him as he filled the mug
with freshly percolated coffee then added a dash of milk. Didn’t need to look
at Clem to know he was smirking, so he continued with his task without a word,
cutting a generous piece of cheesecake and putting it on a plate. He remained
focused straight ahead as he sprinkled chocolate over the cheesecake and added
a couple of slices of strawberry to garnish. Clem was willing him to look at
him, even give him the teeniest of glances, but he was not going to cave. If he
did, any attempt at being the slightest bit cool would crumble around him and
leave him a bumbling mess with flushed cheeks and sneakers full of butt sweat.
“Enjoy,” Ben said with as natural a smile as he could manage as he
placed the cheesecake and coffee in front of Brown-Eyes. Then he walked back to
the counter and busied himself at the dishwasher.
Thankfully Clem lowered his voice. “Do you have a penis?”
Ben groaned inwardly and finally met Clem’s gaze. “Do you have any
“Surprisingly, no.” Clem glanced over at the table where the customer
was practically inhaling the cheesecake Ben had served him. “What are you
wigging out for? He’s a hottie and he’s giving you the green light. Take the
stick outta your ass and live a little.”
As he has announced his big comeback tour, it seems only appropriate to feature Mr Collins this week. In the Air Tonight is my favourite of Phil's songs and triggers wonderful memories. I hope it does the same for you this Halloween weekend. Enjoy....
I'm getting married in eight months and I've made a couple of life-changing decisions of late:-
1) I have gone back onto the Cambridge Weight Plan and have lost half a stone in two weeks. It'll be a long road, but I feel I'm finally at a point in my life where I can do this - for me. Not for my fiance, not for my children, not because society tells me I should - but for me. I know I have a good man in my life who loves me for who I am, not for the size of my bum, and that when my children look at me they just see Mum - but loving yourself is the most important thing and right now I can't say I do.
2) The other decision is something I've struggled with for a long time. When you're a parent you're constantly telling your kids to wash their hands and clean their teeth. I got the hand washing thing down pat, but taking care of my teeth is something I wouldn't get a gold star in. (I had a terrifying experience at the hands of a cruel dentist many years ago and it was ten years inbetween visits because I was so scared). They've bothered me for a long time, are discolored and some are loose but, as the wedding approaches, the thought of having my photo taken over and over again is kind of taking the shine off my bauble if you know what I mean. I've even found myself starting to cover my mouth when I talk, smiling close-mouthed, and even trying to avoid situations where I have to interact with other people because of how my teeth make me feel.
So, after a long talk with my new dentist (a lovely young lady called Anu) next Monday I am having my front bottom four teeth out and replaced with a denture. It wasn't exactly how I envisioned my life going at this point but I've pulled up my big girl knickers and made the decision with the backing of my wonderful family.
Hopefully - in a few weeks, I'll be able to smile again!