Just Listen – cover reveal for fellow author

.•´¸.•*´¨)✯ ¸.•*¨)COVER REVEAL¸.•´¸.•*´¨)✯ ¸.•*¨)

jlcoverCheck out D Breeze’s awesome new cover for Just Listen, a contemporary erotic romance that follows the struggles of depression within a relationship.  I can’t wait to read this one! Released 31 January.

This cover and title look quite creepy to me. #Intrigued.

Christmas, dark days and bright lights


It’s that time of year again – the dark, dull days of December. Still dark at 8am and twilight fast approaching by 4pm. After the long, warm summer we’ve had the darkness seems to have crept up suddenly.

Thank goodness for Christmas! We so need the bright lights and jollity now. Not to mention the day itself to look forward to. Whether it’s Christmas carols or boozy parties, there’s usually something to uplift everyone.

December, for me, is always a time of introspection. Maybe it is for most people, maybe that’s why New Year resolutions are so popular, though I gave them up years ago.

2016 has certainly been a momentous one for me. The biggest and best change has been the arrival of two new babies in our family – six months apart, they’re simple adorable.

The strangest, and I’m very happy about it, has been my move from day job to full time writing. It was something I’d wanted for a long time. I published my first book, The Finder, in 2013 followed by The Illusionist in 2014, but it was my third book, Blame it on the Onesie that became a runaway hit, spending two glorious months in Amazon UK’s top 100.  By December last year I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, I could give this writing lark a chance and go full time. Then fate lent a hand and my crappy employer (sorry, I know it’s Christmas, goodwill and all that, but they are a crappy employer), made me redundant. Perfect timing and I haven’t looked back.

So where am I now? The Sister, a novella in the Stonehaven series is due out in January and then I’ll be starting work on my next full length novel – something completely different!

I’m lucky, I know that, especially with all the horrible things going on in the world – let’s pray for the poor souls in Aleppo, men, women and children trapped in a warzone. In the words of John Lennon: Happy Christmas – War is Over

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

It’s the tea sets I find so sad

teasetWith so many charity shops on our high streets it’s hard to walk past them without peering in the windows, and, in my case, without being lured inside. I ignore the clothing and shoes; it’s the furniture and bric-a-brac that attracts me.

It’s apparent that a lot of the content comes from house clearances; relatives are disposing of someone’s life, probably after their death and what hits the charity shops is what family and friends don’t want.

In among the three piece suites and chipboard furniture are some gems: solid oak tables, walnut dressing tables, his and hers wardrobe sets. So much of it dates from the 1950s and 60s and some of this furniture has been in the same family for all this time. You can bag a bargain, upcycle it and enjoy furniture from a bygone era – with a twist.

But it’s the tea sets that really make me sad. Fine, white bone china, delicate flower patterns, sometimes roses, autumn leaves, occasionally lily of the valley, these tea sets are immaculate because they’ve been cherished. Brought out only on special occasions (usually Sundays), their gilded edges have never seen the inside of a dishwasher – the gold would not survive the temperature or the detergent.

Whenever I see a complete set: six cups, six saucers, six tea plates, one large plate (for the salmon sandwiches with their crusts cut off) a sugar bowl and a milk jug, I swallow a lump in my throat. I imagine the 1950s bride who received this set as a wedding present and spent decades ensuring it survived intact, immaculate. It was probably kept in a glass cabinet, on show but safe from dust and inquisitive little fingers.

What was she saving it for?

And now it sits in a charity shop waiting for someone else to love it. If you buy one, treat it nicely; remember the hopes and aspirations invested in it, and the care.

But use it, because after you’ve gone, if it survives intact it will be back in that charity shop – making me sad.


Life is stranger than fiction…synchronicity

Truth is stranger MTIt’s said that life is often stranger than fiction, I think this is certainly true of synchronicity: the simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection. It was first described by Carl Jung in the 1920s.

We’ve all experienced it; you think of someone and within minutes they ring or message you. It doesn’t happen very often but often enough that it makes you think, makes you comment, sometimes makes you smile.

Recently I’ve experienced two weird incidents of synchronicity.

I was leafing through old photograph albums looking for a specific photo I needed. The albums live in a drawer under the bed in a spare room, so it’s not something I do very often; in fact it’s probably two years since I last even opened that drawer – we keep photos digitally now. Inevitably the photo I was seeking wasn’t in the album I thought it was and I soon found myself sidetracked and reminiscing, especially when I came across pictures of old work colleagues who I haven’t seen for over twenty years. There were four of us, all pregnant and we gave birth to our babies within a few weeks of each other. Those pictures made me smile, bringing back happy memories, then I put that album away and got on with my original task. Finally locating the photo I wanted, I closed the drawer and thought no more about it.

Until an hour later when this happened.

My daughter rang me: Did I know an Ellen Cole*?

Me: Yes. Funnily enough I’ve just seen her in an old photo album. Haven’t seen her in person for years. Why do you ask?

My daughter: I know her daughter through a friend of a friend. We’ve just discovered we were in hospital together as newborns.

Me: That’s right.

My daughter: Ellen wants your phone number – she wants to ring you.

Ellen and I spoke on the phone and I told her how I’d spotted her in my old photo album and she said she’d been thinking about me a lot lately – she wasn’t sure why. We plan to meet up in September, once we’ve tracked down the other two in those photos. We both laughed about synchronicity. So now I’m putting out a message to the universe to bring the two other people in the photo back into my life too.

The second incident happened about a week later.

A passport application for a child in the family was causing a few problems mainly because, due to divorces, surnames had been changed over the years and proof had to be supplied.

It made me remember an old friend who, after her divorce, had chosen a new surname entirely, something different and unusual, instead of going back to her original (maiden) name. It set me off reminiscing again – this was also a person I hadn’t seen for years. Then I forgot about it.

Until the next day.

The weather forecast came on our local TV channel and they display a photograph taken by a viewer as a backdrop. They also show the name of the photographer. You’ve guessed it – it was the person I had been talking about the previous day. What are the chances?

Ironically if these situations appeared in a book some readers would say they were farfetched and not true to life – but, as I said at the beginning: Life is stranger than fiction.

Life is infinitely ACD

When googling the above phrase it appears that many great writers agree with me, including Mark Twain, Lord Byron and Arthur Conan Doyle.


*name changed

Mermaid Hair and I Don’t Care – NEW RELEASE

It’s been one year and two days since Blame it on the Onesie hit the ebookMermaid Hair book Kindle world and made my world by being such an amazing bestseller in the Amazon UK store. Thank you to everyone who made this possible.

Now, finally, Mermaid Hair and I Don’t Care – a romantic comedy about shoes, surf and second chances is here. More thanks must go to the amazing people who have helped and supported and worked on this book too – you’re mentioned in the credits at the end.

Published today – 1 July – on Amazon and selling for 99p/99c or, if you’re Kindle Unlimited user FREE, it’s sitting in all the Amazon stores waiting for the book cover to appear – though you can download it now and start reading immediately.

Again the world of work features, together with shoes (including skanky second-hand trainers – urgh), a few surf lessons, some letching – not from our lovely heroine – and plenty of misunderstandings and assumptions.

I hope everyone enjoys it as much as they did Blame it on the Onesie.

Happy reading!

Mermaid Hair and I Don’t Care – a romantic comedy about shoes, surf and second chances

There are two certainties in Lily Ward’s life:

  • A job she loves with an imminent promotion
  • A gorgeous boyfriend who’s about to make a commitment

But a last minute holiday and office politics are about to cast doubt on those certainties and turn her world upside down.

Can Lily weather the storm, uncover the secrets of success, survive the hand of fate and achieve happiness?

The perfect read for beach, train or sofa.

For lovers of quirky British romcom.

Mermaid Hair and I Don’t Care – excerpt from chapter 11 #romcom #chicklit

Office girl‘Well hello Ms Lillian Ward. Look at that fabulous tan. How was the holiday?’ Damon held his arm against hers to compare skin tones.

‘Don’t call me that,’ Lily snapped.

‘Oh dear. That good?’

‘Sorry. Yes. It was really good. I had a great time. Just a bit, you know…’ She wasn’t telling Damon she was already missing her holiday romance man.

‘Ah. So, I’m guessing you’ve heard the news.’ Damon lifted his eyes to the sky, an exaggerated movement made all the more dramatic by him keeping his head lolling upwards for too long.

‘No. What news?’

‘You must have had an email; they must have sent an email at the very least, though I think a phone call would be more appropriate.’

‘I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I haven’t been able to read any emails on my phone, my damn password expired while I was away.’

‘Oh well, once you log onto your computer I’m sure you’ll be as up to date as the rest of us. I must go; I need to discuss direct debits with The Europeans.’ With that Damon wandered back to his own desk and flopped into his chair as though talking to Lily had exhausted him.

Lily logged on, updated her password, and waited for her computer to download three hundred plus emails. Her heart sank, even though she knew that many of them would be spam, internal spam or just out of date. She started at the bottom and began the laborious process of sifting through them. If she was lucky she might get it done in an hour. Maybe that was optimistic, aside from deleting the rubbish ones she’d have to create action and immediate action folders. Urgh.


‘How’s it going?’ Damon squeezed himself onto the corner of her desk and smiled.

‘Still wading through.’ Now it was Lily’s turn to roll her eyes to the ceiling.

Damon waited as though expecting more and when it didn’t come he sighed. ‘There is some news that won’t be there, I’m afraid.’

‘Oh. Not sure I like the sound of that.’

‘It’s about Josh.’

‘Oh. Yes. Have you heard from him? How’s he getting on? I saw him down in Devon. Isn’t that funny?’

‘There’s no easy way to say this.’ Damon exhaled then took a deep breath before continuing. ‘Poor Josh has died.’

‘No. How? Why?’ Lily’s heart was beating so fast she felt faint. She’d chatted to him in the post room on his last day a little over two weeks ago. He’d guided her onto the right path when she’d become lost on her way to the beach. How could he possibly be dead?

‘That night. His last day here. He went home, sat in his chair and just popped off. Massive heart attack, or stroke, or something. Anyway he didn’t suffer, just went really quickly.’


‘His last day here. Friday. Your last day before your hols.’

‘No, that can’t be right. I told you, I saw him in Devon.’

‘You couldn’t have. He never got there. His son came up to take him down to Devon on the Saturday afternoon and found him dead.’ Damon leaned in, his voice a whisper. ‘Not very nice, they had to have a post-mortem and everything.’

‘Ah, poor Josh.’ Lily felt a single tear run down her face. She couldn’t understand it. She was certain that she’d seen him on the path in Devon. Absolutely certain it was him. But how could it be?

‘When’s the funeral? I must go.’

‘Last Friday, hun, sorry.’

‘Did you go?’

‘Yes. We had the afternoon off so half the company went. Our department needed it after the morning’s saga.’

‘What saga?’

‘Haven’t you caught up with your emails yet? What have you been doing? You’ve been at it an hour.’

This is an excerpt from  Mermaid Hair and I Don’t Care. This is a first draft so please excuse typos etc.