Friday, December 30, 2011

Want to win books AND a goodie bag?

I'm blogging here about holiday disasters. Leave a comment for a chance to win. Decadent is hosting 30 days of giveaways. It's not too late to comment on the very first post as winners won't be drawn until 2nd January. There are some fabulous prizes to win - books, gift certs, food, etc etc.

Monday, December 26, 2011

A chance to win - On the Right Track

Leave a comment on the blog detailed below and you could win a copy of my latest story!

I have problem putting links on so you might have to copy and paste - sorry.

Friday, December 23, 2011

On the Right Track - out today!!!

My short, sweet and sexy winter's tale - On the Right Track - is out today with the fabulous Decadent Publishing. It's one of their 1NS - one night stand - series.

Always driving through life along the straight and narrow, Hollie wants a break from staying within the lines. She hopes a hookup at 1NightStand with a tall fair-haired guy who’s organized and sensible, likes small-breasted brunettes, and can deal with any crisis life throws at him, will jar her from the mundane path she’s been on.

Except what seemed like the perfect plan when she set off, turns into the worst idea ever as the snow falls thickly. Slipping and sliding, her arms numb from clenching the wheel, she becomes frantic to avoid what’s looming in front of her.

Dark-haired Nick is on his way to a party with hopes of connecting with a busty blonde—assuming he’s even on the right road and can dig himself out of a heap of snow before he freezes solid. Too bad he never plans ahead, no coat and no shovel in the car, and soon he won’t even see a road at all, let alone any vehicle barrelling down it.

When two hearts get lost in a snowstorm of what they think they want, can Madame Eve's magic put them back on the right track?

Available here -

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Let sleeping dogs lie

Should I? He's so cute!!! This is Winston Kennedy. My son and his partner's dog. A sweet natured long haired miniature dachshund.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Tampa Bay v Dallas Cowboys

Never been to an American football game before. It was quite a spectacle. Especially the raving lunatic a few seats away who yelled more or less continually at the referee, kept jumping out of his seat and waving his fists. I suspect he was a Tampa Bay fan! I loved the fireworks and the pirate ship and the flags. The football - eh - well - I can't figure out how a game that should only last an hour went on for more than three.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Out on 23rd December - On the Right Track

I have a 1NS - a one night stand - story out on the 23rd December with Decadent publishing. The 1NS series is based around the matchmaking services of Madame Evangeline and the Castillo Resort hotel chain. There are some fabulous stories in this line and I'm thrilled to become part of the group.


Always driving through life along the straight and narrow, Hollie wants a break from staying within the lines. She hopes a hookup at 1NightStand with a tall fair-haired guy who’s organized and sensible, likes small-breasted brunettes, and can deal with any crisis life throws at him, will jar her from the mundane path she’s been on.

Except what seemed like the perfect plan when she set off, turns into the worst idea ever as the snow falls thickly. Slipping and sliding, her arms numb from clenching the wheel, she becomes frantic to avoid what’s looming in front of her.

Dark-haired Nick is on his way to a party with hopes of connecting with a busty blonde—assuming he’s even on the right road and can dig himself out of a heap of snow before he freezes solid. Too bad he never plans ahead, no coat and no shovel in the car, and soon he won’t even see a road at all, let alone any vehicle barrelling down it.

When two hearts get lost in a snowstorm of what they think they want, can Madame Eve's magic put them back on the right track?

Friday, December 9, 2011

Monday, December 5, 2011

A blog about vampires and a chance to win a book

I'm blogging today about why vampires are so popular. Stop by please and leave a comment. You have a chance to win a free book. If you already have that one, I'll substitute with another of your choice.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Chosen out in paperback!!

Now maybe my clueless - oops - dear wonderful friends who can't read online will buy and read my book. I promise this is one book that's hard to put down. (I've put glue on every copy)

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Scouting out locations

This is me at Camber Sands. The place features in an upcoming story called Cowboys Down - due out at the start of February with Samhain publishing. I hadn't realised how many of the beaches on the south east coast of the UK are shingle, but Camber Sands is a vast expanse of - er - sand - and it's so different to the beaches around, it's quite amazing. My two heroes of Cowboys Down go to this beach and have some fun. When I went it was freezing - no way was I going near the water.

Thursday, November 24, 2011


My suspense novel CHOSEN has 30% off at Smashwords until Monday morning! Use the code AP32U to get the discount. If you'd rather read it in paperback - it will be available in that form on the 28th November. I've already got an early copy - oh and its so lovely!! On my bookshelf with my others!!!

This is NOT a fluffy, funny erotic romance. It's a hard hitting tale of how far someone will go for revenge.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Angels with a difference

I'm guessing that by now - my fellow authors have said everything there is to say about Angels and Demons. Well, maybe not everything, we're authors after all, so we should always be able to come up with something to say.
This picture is of the Angel of the North. A sculpture by Anthony Gormley. It's on a hill near Gateshead in the north of the UK and it's wingspan is a big as a jumbo jet. It's something I love to see when I drive north - a sign of changing countryside, a sign of another world.

This is one of my favourite EVER songs - Angels by the fabulous Robbie Williams. I run to this song when I'm on holiday! Robbie's lyrics have inspired many of my stories. He also inspired the character of Charlie in my book Strangers.

The cover of this book by Becca Fitzpatrick is one of the most stunning I've ever seen. I don't buy books based on covers - well, I didn't. I did with this one. I thought it was amazing. The disappointment was that the cover gave away the plot!
But I wish I had that cover for my angel book - The Power of Love.


Joe is a lost soul.
When Joe is killed in the line of duty, the result of a blunder by his girlfriend Poppy, he ends up stuck between worlds, not quite in heaven, not quite in hell. Heaven is Poppy lying in his arms, hearing the sound of his name on her lips as he makes love to her, again and again. Hell is the knowledge that to save Poppy, he must convince her to let him go.

Poppy is a soul lost.
Joe was Poppy’s heart, her soul, and since he died she’s lost it all, including her sanity. Everywhere she looks, he’s there—talking to her, touching her, sharing ice cream, showers and making love to her like there’s no tomorrow. But tomorrow does come, and letting go of Joe could destroy her.

Sometimes love lasts a lifetime. Sometimes love reaches beyond death. Sometimes…love lasts forever.

The really GOOD news is that the book is only 99c. It's been reduced so if you don't win it - you could do me a favour and buy it!

My other angel story is a short one, that won third place in the ARe Just one Bite competition. It's available to read for free in an anthology to be released on Thanksgiving. Volume Five!

To end on a joke
What did Noah say to the angel?
Are you an Ark Angel?

Happy reading!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Just One Bite - Ellora's Cave Quickie - out 23rd Nov

My little novella - Just One Bite - is a paranormal erotic romance that I'd originally intended for the ARe competition but it grew and grew and grew!

Liv is having the day from hell. Hit on by her piggish landlord, she’s the victim of an attempted mugging by a guy who bites, and then her hair gets caught in the coffee machine. Things go from bad to worse when she’s stalked on her way home, and the stalker turns out to be the morning’s mugger. Except he’s tall, dark and delicious, offering an apology, flowers, a body to die for and he wants to cook steak for her.

There’s just one snag. He’s a raving lunatic who thinks he’s a werewolf.


It wasn’t the worst day in Liv Miller’s life, that spot was taken by the day she’d slipped her father’s brand new car into reverse instead of park, plowed over a set of golf clubs and through the garage wall to end up in the fishpond. Oh God. Who knew Land Rovers were so powerful and walls so thin? And that grown men could be so attached to sporting equipment? Good thing that she and her father were close. He eventually forgave her. Afterward, when anyone in the family had a bad day, someone managed to bring up that day to top it.

But this day was coming close to that all-time low. Liv had been late for work because her fat, balding, chauvinistic pig of a landlord had grabbed her as she exited her apartment. His suggestion of a way she might like to pay her next month’s rent made Liv’s stomach crawl. When his rancid breath hit her face, she heaved, and that saved her because he thought she was about to throw up and let her go.

Liv had rushed out the building and hardly turned the corner before some fuckwit attempted to mug her. They’d tussled until she’d recalled the one surefire way to hurt a guy. A knee in the balls. He’d doubled over and she ran.

Less than an hour later, Liv proved that accidents in the workplace were indeed a daily hazard when she managed to trap her hair in the coffee machine. Her vindictive boss cut her free, no doubt snipping off far more than she needed to. That hair wouldn’t grow back anytime soon. And now after eight hours of grueling work checking insurance claims, the most stupid of which was from a woman knocked out when she yanked a frozen chicken from her freezer, Liv was being bloody stalked.

She walked faster, certain she wasn’t mistaken. She’d caught sight of a dark-haired guy in a leather jacket staring at her as she left work. He’d popped up again as she got off the bus and had crossed the road after her when she’d tried to give him the slip by dashing over on a red light. There had been a squeal of brakes but no thump, so she guessed he’d made it.

“Excuse me?” a man called.

It had to be him. A stalker with manners was a novelty, but Liv kept going. Her apartment building and safety, assuming Creepo the landlord was out, lay around the corner.

“Could I have a word?” the guy asked.

The tap on her shoulder flipped her from annoyed to furious. Liv gripped her purse tighter, ready to swing it into his face, and turned to confront him. Then she froze, because in front of her stood the man who’d tried to mug her that morning. He held out a bunch of flowers, and when he saw her scowl, lowered them to cover his crotch.

“I have no problem kicking flowers,” Liv snapped. Not when the target lay just beyond.

“I can explain,” he said, taking a step backward.

She scowled harder. “You have five seconds.”

“Name’s Cal Masterson. Not trying to rob you. Wanted to ask for directions, but you didn’t give me the chance to speak.” He flashed a devastating smile.

Potential homicidal mugger slowly morphed into Mr. Tall, Dark and Delicious.

Still…he’d followed her to tell her that?

“You bit me.” Liv glanced at the marks on her arm. He’d drawn blood. She hadn’t realized until she sat down on the bus.

“That was your fault,” he said.

Liv’s jaw dropped. “How can you biting me, be my fault?” She activated her death-ray glare, able to repel a normal man at thirty paces. This one smiled more broadly.

“Your arm got in the way of my mouth.”

“I was trying to defend myself. I thought you were attacking me.”

He rolled his eyes. “You flung your arm into my face. My mouth was open. I was trying to speak when your knee unexpectedly made contact with parts of me I feel particularly fond of, and I bit you. Sorry.”

He pushed the flowers into her hand. Liv sagged. She’d reacted because of Creepo’s earlier grope and maybe she hadn’t given this guy a chance to explain. If he’d wanted to mug her, he wouldn’t have tracked her down to apologize. Liv was a sucker for guys with good manners. Oh damn.

“Apology accepted. I’m fine. Just a few scratches. ’Bye.” Liv turned and he was suddenly in front of her. Wow, speedy guy.

“The thing is,” he said, “and I’m really sorry to have to tell you this, but I might have infected you.”

Liv gulped as the bottom fell out of her world. “Wha-wha-wha…” Damn, she sounded like a helicopter. Her head flooded with thoughts of hepatitis, HIV, the Ebola virus, bird flu.

He bent to whisper in her ear, “I’m a werewolf.”

Liv’s jaw didn’t just drop—it hit the ground and bounced. Oh God, he was out on day release from an asylum. Tall, dark and delicious regressed to tall, menacing and…darn it, he was still delicious. Plus, she had to give him points for an original pick-up line. He looked at her expectantly.

Play nice with the lunatic. “I see,” Liv said, and nodded in what she hoped was a caring way, sliding her foot back as she spoke and looking round for men carrying a tight-fitting white jacket in his size. “I’ll be sure to look out for signs of rabies.”

He gave her a puzzled look.

Okay, not rabies. That’s good. Liv took another step back.

He moved forward and glanced up. “It’ll be a full moon tonight.” His eyes darkened.

All the better to… Oh God.

“Mmm.” Another step back. Next time she went out, she was buying mace or a machete. Maybe both. Liv spent her days dealing with the results of the unexpected, but even she hadn’t expected to ever meet a werewolf. Not that he was, of course.

“It’s possible nothing will happen,” he said. “But I can’t take the risk. I need to stay and look after you. I’d never forgive myself if you were hurt. You’re much too pretty.” He smiled again with those perfect teeth.

All the better to… Stop it. Liv exhaled. Hopefully it was a coincidence she wore a red dress. If only they’d been in a bar and he’d bought her a drink, or three, and they’d spent a few hours flirting, and he’d called her pretty a half-dozen times, then maybe, just maybe she’d have been up for this. Except for the werewolf bit, of course. She took another step backward.

“Going to invite me in?” he asked.

His question triggered a memory of a TV show. “No.” She stared at him. “So you can’t come in, can you?” Why did the attractive ones have to be either gay or nut jobs? “I haven’t invited you into my apartment so you have to stay outside.”

“That’s vampires.”

Damn, so it was. Her shoulders slumped. “So you don’t sparkle either?”

He glared. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

Liv put on her stern face and thought of her old Latin teacher who had eyes like a hawk, a sharp mouth and loved pop quizzes. Guaranteed to snap her straight into gloom. “I am taking it seriously.” You’re insane, that’s very serious.

She glanced around. Where were crowds when she needed them?

He sighed. “Please let me come with you to your apartment. No funny business, I promise.”

“Let me think. No.”

Actually, bad girl that she was, idiot that she was, Liv fancied a bit of funny business. It had been far too long since— She gave herself a hard mental slap. He thought he was a wolf. She was allergic to dogs. This was not a match made in heaven.

“I’ll cook for you.” He held up a bag. “Steak.”

He had huge black eyes, the longest lashes she’d ever seen, and her willpower was a weak, pathetic little thing easily stamped on.


“Oh all right,” she muttered.

It beat watching a rerun on the TV while she ate a soggy microwave meal, plus her father had always told her to be kind to those less fortunate than herself—such as basket cases. Especially if they made her heart jump and her bits tingle, except not if they thought they’re a werewolf. Well no, her father hadn’t said any of that. His advice when Liv left home was, “Keep your knickers on.” Bless him.

I’ll bear that advice in mind, Liv thought, trying to remember which underwear she’d put on that morning, and led Trouble with a capital T to her apartment.

I’m such an idiot.

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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A setting from An Ordinary Girl

Beachy Head featured in my story An Ordinary Girl. It was where Noah went to think and ended up saving a child's life. It's the site of very many suicides in the UK. A steep chalk cliff that drops to the sea - but very pretty!! I've never been before and although I researched it for the story, I hadn't realised how far the car park was from the cliff edge. Ooops!!

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Blog tour with free books!!!!

The start of an angels and demons blog tour with a chance to win books from all authors!!

Nov 14 Jay Di Meo
Nov 15 Ellis Carrington
Nov 16 Daniel Christian Juris
Nov 17 JK Coi
Nov 18 Kiki Howell
Nov 19 Michael Mandrake
Nov 20 Angel Martinez
Nov 21 Marie Dees
Nov 22 Sara York
Nov 23 Barbara Elsborg
Nov 24 Hayley B. James
Nov 25 Ryssa Edwards
Nov 26 Andi Anderson
Nov 27 Arlene Webb
Nov 28 Diane Hartsock
Nov 29 Kiernan Kelly
Nov 30 Tour Wrap Up
Jay Di Meo, Misty Malone, & Marie Dees http://jaydimeo.wordpress

Thursday, November 10, 2011

A Canterbury Tale

Been on a trip to a part of England I've never seen before. Canterbury is a lovely city, dominated by its huge cathedral. I stood on the spot where Archbishop Thomas Becket was assassinated in 1170. The knights didn't make a good job of it and ended up chopping off part of his skull, stabbing him and he still lived, so they stabbed him with a sword and yanked out his brain - still reading?? Horrible story. Oh - that did kill him.

The cathedral had a few great gargoyles and ever since I wrote ROCKED, I've been interested in stone masonry and gargoyles.

The other picture is of a very crooked house that Dickens wrote about!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Like Angel stories??

My friend and fellow author Marie Dees has written a super MM angel story called 'Angel in the Middle'. It's hot and it's funny and I can really recommend it!

When Darius, the most naïve angel ever bounced out of Heaven, falls from grace and lands in Ybor City, Florida, he finds himself caught in a power play between Heaven and Hell. In desperation, he realizes he must follow the advice of Tribal, a fallen angel turned demon. Tribal advises Darius to seduce the demon hunter coming after him as a way to avoid going to Hell. But how can an angel, who has never experienced sex, seduce Franco, the big bad demon hunter, and just what does Tribal stand to gain by playing Cupid?

Chapter One

Franco stepped aside as a second police officer flew out of the alley and hit the side of the Hummer with a thud. The man slid to the sidewalk and lay unmoving beside his partner. The rest of the Atlanta street crowd had become invisible. Franco knew they’d be watching the street, but no one wanted to be found nearby when something started tossing cops out of an alley.

The smell of cheap rum in the air hinted at what had tempted this one from Hell. Booze, not sex. After all, he’d just thrown away two perfectly acceptable cops, but then, Franco always appreciated a man who supplied his own cuffs.

Opening the back of the Hummer, he studied his options. The alley was too narrow to swing the sword. He considered the crossbow. Nah, for this one—he pulled a half-empty bottle of Maker’s Mark out of the SUV. The liquid glowed like gold as he held the bottle up. Well, the job did demand sacrifices. He gave the unconscious officers a quick salute with the whisky and strode into the alley.

The demon loomed halfway down a narrow space cluttered with garbage from overturned cans and ripped trash bags. “Do you know who I am, mortal?” it bellowed.

Franco removed the top from the bottle and made a show of taking a swig. The scent of the whisky helped to mellow the reek of the alley. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and studied the creature. It could almost have passed for one of the homeless with its greasy skin and ragged bits of clothing. Except the homeless weren’t eight feet tall with leathery wings. Damn, if this one took to the air, he’d need the crossbow.

“Nope, who are you?” They never gave their real names, and he never understood the priests who expected them to. Franco edged forward. He’d been hoping this was just a minor imp to send back down to his work in the pits; then he’d be off for a night at The Heretic. Instead he had a high-ranking demon on a binge. There was one name on the latest list. He just hadn’t expected to run across him so soon.

“Lucifer, cast down from the Heavens. Look on me and despair.”

Not that high ranking. Franco tilted his head and stepped forward, as if he needed to get a closer look. “Nope, don’t think so. Luc’s a good-looking fellow.” He took another step, holding the bottle out in front of him. The creature’s gaze moved to it. “His hair isn’t greasy, and he doesn’t have boils.”

With a roar, the demon made a swing for the whisky. Franco pulled back, letting the bottle drop onto one of the half-empty trash bags. The demon lunged for it.

Franco caught him by one ear. “By your name, Gressil, I bind you where you stand.” The demon howled, and Franco tweaked the ear. “Thought so.” He’d only had time for one guess, but this had to be Gressil, the demon of sloth and indolence. Any other demon of his rank would have torn the street apart. Gressil had hunkered down in an alley to get drunk. “See, I’ve met Lucifer. Made a bargain with him once. It went something like this—I don’t go to Hell if you do.” The agreement also meant he was provided with the names of any free-roaming demons. The priests would have been jealous. When it came to demon hunting, they were freelancers. He was staff.

He tweaked the demon’s ear again. Even a lazy demon would object to being returned to the pits. “By your name, Gressil, I send you back to your duties in Hell.”

The demon stretched out his hand, possibly in a plea for pity but more likely in an attempt to reach the whisky bottle. Then the air sizzled around him and he vanished, leaving nothing more than the odor of brimstone to mingle with the scent of spilled whisky. Franco put his hand out and felt the static in the air where the demon had been. The energy wrapped around his fingers and moved up his arm as part of the demon’s life force became his. He stood for a moment, evaluating the change. “Hardly worth the effort.”

He strode from the alley to find one of the cops stirring. Since he could already hear the wail of approaching sirens, he checked the second officer to confirm that he was still breathing, moved the first cop away from the Hummer’s wheels, and drove away. The men had been lucky. Gressil ranked high in Hell’s power structure, but he was a lazy demon without the motivation to do much in the way of real damage.

Franco noticed a few curtains flick as he drove down the deserted street. Tonight no one would talk. By morning three different gangs would be claiming responsibility for dropping the cops. And if he was lucky, he’d have a few days before the next assignment.

* * * *

Darius twitched his linen robe so that it covered the uncomfortable stiffness between his legs and tried to focus on the song. If he didn’t look at the Seraphim, the discomfort would fade. It had last time. If the Seraphim noticed his lack of attention to the song, he’d be assigned to other duties. Serving the Seraphim was a demanding job. Most others took breaks to buff armor for the Powers or run errands to those watching over earth. He only served the Seraphim. He longed for nothing more than to be near them, to listen to them, to sing with them.

He tried to lose himself in the song. When he opened his eyes to gaze on the nearest Seraphim he noticed the pale hair, the elegant hands, and the shape of the thigh under his robe. Darius shifted his position and rearranged his robe again.

Robes rustled as others shifted their positions, and for a moment, he worried that someone had noticed his inattention. But the heads were facing away from him to where Raguel stood, tall and stiff as one of the pillars, at the edge of the group. The Archangel’s gaze moved over the room, and Darius looked away before it settled on him. He focused on the rise and fall of the song and pushed all other thoughts aside. Raguel could see into an angel’s mind and never went anywhere unless he was seeking those who’d transgressed by thought or deed.

When he heard soft sighs, he dared to look around again. Raguel had departed. Darius gathered his robes about him and fled. Raguel could cast out even one of the Seraphim if he caught him with an impure thought.

As he walked through the golden light singing “Holy, Holy, Holy” to himself, he decided he’d overreacted. After all, nothing had happened. He’d just sit further away from the Seraphim next time so he wouldn’t be distracted. He’d focus on the holy singing, and if Raguel showed up again, he would see that Darius was devout enough to sing with the Seraphim.

“Hey, Choir Boy,” a voice called out. “Are you here to join the fun?”

Darius stopped. The path around him had changed. The familiar golden light had dimmed, and the grass under his feet faded to a dull yellow brown. He spun around, ready to retreat, but only gray fog swam behind him. Ahead of him stood a group of angels wearing robes as gray as the fog. He stepped back. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I’ve walked too far.”

“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you, Blondie,” one said, moving nearer. He wore his robe hitched up in the cord at his waist so one leg was bare. Darius tore his gaze away before he committed an offense. The angel moved nearer. “Is it true what they say about choir boys? That you can’t sing if you’ve even had an impure thought?”

“I’m not one of the Seraphim.”

The angel licked his lips. “So you do have impure thoughts. I can help with those.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Darius stammered.

“I saw you gaze at my leg. Would you like to see more?”

“No.” Darius stepped back, bumping into someone who stood behind him. A hand grabbed his butt. He jumped in surprise and found himself in the arms of the first angel.

“Don’t be so eager to rush off, Choir Boy. We can teach you joys the Seraphim know nothing about.”

“No.” He’d never measured himself against another angel before, but this one stood a hand’s breadth shorter than he. He shoved him away. “This is not proper.”

He heard a laugh behind him, and someone grabbed his robe, stripping the loosely draped linen from him. He whirled, and his hair flew into his face, blocking his vision. He pushed it out of the way and grabbed for his robe, but the angel holding it tossed it to another. The first angel stepped close, his gaze moving over Darius’s naked body. Darius struck out with his fist, but the angel danced back, dodging the blow.

“Watch out, Blondie is getting angry. Wrath is one of the deadly ones, Choir Boy. Feels good, doesn’t it? We’ll get you to lust in no time.” He tugged his robe up to his waist, revealing his genitals. Darius stared at the thick, swollen penis. “Lust, Blondie, and you’re the one causing it.”

Darius turned away from the sight, but that only brought him nose-to-nose with the angel who’d been touching his bottom. That angel wrapped an arm around his neck and touched his lips to Darius’s. Darius shoved him, and he fell back a step or two with a smile. “Damn, but you are beautiful.”

“Almost good enough to be one of the Seraphim,” his original tormentor said. Darius wanted to deny it, but knowing eyes met his. “Bet you even think about it. Pride. Another deadly one. But lust, well, that one’s the most fun.” He reached down to stroke his thick penis. His hand froze, and his eyes widened in horror. “No, not now. Not yet.”

Darius watched as his tormentor fled, only to see him stop as fire flared in the fog. The angel spun around, eyes wide and his robe tangling around his legs. A fiery ring surrounded the group, and the other angels bunched together, leaving Darius standing alone. As the flames drew closer, he could make out the winged figures of the Powers, the warrior angels who guarded Heaven itself, each holding a sword of flame. They threw a wide band around the group, driving in stray angels from the fog.

Darius heard thunder and a yelp. He whirled to see a jagged crack in the brown grass. The crack grew, snaking its way toward the clump of condemned angels. The group split, shoving each other in their attempt to escape. One fell into the growing gap in the firmament and vanished with a scream.

Flames lashed upward, and the ground beneath Darius moved, tilting him toward the growing hole. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled toward the Powers. He needed to get close enough for them to see that his soul light still shone pure. He heard another cry and looked over his shoulder to see one of the group that had been taunting him tumble into the gap. His stomach heaved as the angel’s soul light flared into fire, burning away his robes and wings. Darius lurched away from the growing hole. His fingers dug into the firmament, and he shoved himself to his feet. He rushed toward the holy warriors, skidding to a stop only when the nearest leveled a sword of flame at his chest.

He fell to his knees and raised his hands. “Please. I was only lost.”

“To be lost is to fall.” The warrior pointed his sword toward the pit.

“No, please,” he begged. “I don’t know what I’ve done. I’ve not been judged.”

“Raguel has judged. All here have fallen.” The warrior stepped toward Darius, his frown deepening as his gaze flicked over Darius’s shoulder.

Darius looked back and saw the three who had taunted him rushing toward him. For a moment hope flared. They could explain that he’d only wandered off the path. He rose and held his hands out to them, but they didn’t stop. The one with the hitched robe shoved him, sending him skidding toward the warrior. Darius swung his arms, trying to regain his balance. He saw the warrior raise the sword that would extinguish his soul altogether. Then someone else slammed into him, sending him spinning.

The flame of the sword brushed past him as the warrior shifted his attention to his attackers. Darius fell and rolled with the impact. He lay staring at the legs just inches from him. He could see every detail of the straps of the warrior angel’s sandals as they crisscrossed up the back of his muscular legs. He’d landed outside the ring of flame. The others had meant to use him as a distraction to rush past the Powers. Instead, they’d saved him.

His salvation was short-lived. Light flared as Raguel, tall and imperious, appeared. His shoulders drew back as he looked down at Darius. Darius clasped his hands together in a plea. But Raguel only frowned. Light crackled around the Archangel’s fingers. Darius rolled to one side as the first bolt struck, then the second. They missed him, but he felt the ground shudder beneath him as the firmament shattered. He fell in a rush of wind and a roar of sound.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Bizarre books!

I just love these books!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Thank you!!

Just a quick thank you to all those who voted for me in the competition!! I went to bed ahead and woke to find I'd lost out. Oh well. Always the bridesmaid and never the bride - er - oh yes, I did actually get married. Sorry, husband!!

Monday, October 24, 2011

Too much sex?

No such thing - says my husband. Ha ha.
But when I'm writing, the balance of how much sex should be in the book is a tricky one. I write erotic romances, I can't NOT have lots of sex in my stories but there is nothing I dislike more than gratuitous sex. Well, there are things I dislike more - like Brussels sprouts for example, but you know what I mean.
I've realised too that my plots aren't very sensual. My stories are about how XX meets XY and maybe another XY gets involved but the plot is less about their sexual exploits and more about the external forces that want to drive them apart. So when someone tells me - my story worked without the sex, I'm really happy.
I'm not a great reader of erotic romance - is that a surprise? Though I've noticed more and more of the so-called straight romances have sexual scenes that are just as highly charged and detailed as those in my books - there are just less of them. And - hides head when I admit this - I skip those sexy sections.
Maybe I'm suffering from a surfeit of sex.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shouts husband.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Through to the last four!!!!!

I'm through to the last four of the competition!! If you think my story is better than the one I'm pitted against - please consider voting for Two Birds, One Stone!!!! I'm in with a real chance of a prize now!!! First three win something - so of course I'll come fourth!!!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Through to the last eight!!!!

I'm through to the last eight in the All Romance e-books Just One Bite competition. It's a head to head and I'm pleading again for people to take a look at my story and the one that I'm up against and if you like mine best, please vote for me.

My story is called - Two Birds, One Stone. It's a funny story about two angels.

The link is

You have to be logged into the site to vote.

Thanks so much if you voted in the last two rounds and I hope you'll vote again. The story I'm up against had a huge number of supporters last time so I'm feeling very nervous.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Please welcome Starla Kaye!!! and win a free book!

I'm delighted to welcome Starla Kaye to my blog!

What made you decide to try and be a published author?
I wanted to see my name on a book in a bookstore, but that hasn’t happened. In truth, I don’t care about that anymore. I have found my niche as an erotic writer in many romance sub-genres writing for four different online publishers. I’m not going to be a gazillionaire, but do I care? Not at all. I get to write what I want, when I want to, and with a publisher that I respect and enjoy working with.

Give us two random thoughts about yourself, something that might surprise your readers.

First, I’m absolutely crazy about taking pictures of trees. Everywhere I go. They are so unique, just like people. Some fight hard to survive. Some are so proud and really strut their stuff. I’m going to publish a book (probably just for me and those unfortunate relatives who will get one as a gift) of my favorite photos of trees.
Second, I design and make wall art quilts based on scene photos from places I’ve visited or seen (Blarney Castle in Ireland, Tuck Box restaurant in Carmel CA).

How long have you been writing? What is your main writing genre?

I have been writing since elementary school age, my first “wonderful story” being The Little Family. From that moment on I knew I wanted to write and create stories that would make people smile, or say “ahhh,” or pull at their emotional strings. My first published works were short stories in several magazines that quickly folded. Then I moved to publishing stories with some online sites for a while. And finally I started submitting books to print publishers, which I quickly tired of their horribly long process. So I published my first sweet romance, TUG OF LOVE, with iUniverse in 2000. Now I publish romances with Decadent Publishing, Black Velvet Seductions, Blushing Books, and Red Rose Publishing.

Title: Starting Over
Author: Starla Kaye

Publisher Link: Decadent Publishing

Author Web Site:

CONTEST: One randomly selected commenter will receive an ebook copy of Starting Over.

A virgin gay man, Corbin is ready to ease into his new lifestyle, still, making the move scares him shitless. He’s spent years fantasizing about embracing his true self, but what possessed him to agree to a 1 NightStand? As he nears the long, lean man with shaggy, graying hair, a hard on pushing at the front of his swim trunks, and a sexy-as-hell grin, the dreams pale in comparison, and easing in takes on a whole new meaning.

Though tired of being lonely, Matt considers changing his mind about the one-night arrangement until a tall, well-built man strolls across the pool area toward him, then all thoughts of leaving flee. Those broad shoulders, the amazing pecs, the spattering of dark hair on his chest…all of it calls to Matt. He wants to touch it, play with it. He forces himself to calm down. Matt will be his date’s first male lover, and he intends to find the inner strength to take his time.

Intense physical attraction and Madame Eve’s magic ignite a sexual fire, but will it be enough for two men starting over?

Matt sat on a chaise lounge near the poolside bar, sipping on some fruity island drink the bartender had insisted he try. Not bad really, but he preferred beer. He’d been out there almost an hour and already had two women and a young stud make advances. He’d politely turned them all down, saying he was meeting someone. Now, he wished that someone would join him before he had to make excuses again to the Barbie-doll shaped woman heading in his direction.
She had no sooner wobbled up on her ridiculously high-heeled sandals than he spotted Corbin Bradley walking into the pool area. Well, well, well. Prime male and mine for the night. The thought surprised him, but he couldn’t deny the way his pulse raced and his body went on high alert. He grinned, glanced past the twenty-something blonde, and waved at his roomie. “Over here.”
Frowning her disappointment, the blonde walked off, muttering, “What a waste.”
He’d heard that kind of comment many times over the years and didn’t care a bit. He was comfortable with his homosexuality, even if others couldn’t easily see it until he revealed it. Unconcerned with her reaction, he studied the tall, well-built man making his way across the pool area. The photo he’d seen of Bradley didn’t do him justice. It seemed so wrong to ever hide those broad shoulders, the amazing pecs, and incredible six-pack beneath a suit, even an obviously expensive, tailored one. He longed to smooth his hands over what he saw, feel the muscles beneath his palms, play with the nipples and the spattering of dark hair on his chest. He wanted to…. God! Get it together. Stop salivating and be cool.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Into the last 16!!

I made it to the last 16 - please consider voting for my story - Two Birds, One Stone in the All Romance e-books competition.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

A plea for votes

I entered a short story called 'One Bird, two stones' into a competion with All Romance e-books and have got through to the last 32. The big prize is $1000 - that would be lovely, but I'd just like to get beyond the first couple of rounds. It's a head to head so I need votes to beat one other person in the first round. If I get through to next week, I'll need the same again. And so on.
I'd be really grateful if you'd consider voting for me if you think my story is better than the one I'm up against. You have one week to vote in the first round. The link is
http://www.allromanceebooks. com/contest_just_one_bite.html
Voting starts the 1st October
I'm afraid you have to register on the site to be able to vote but its not onerous. They don't want your blood!
Thanks so much for considering helping me! I need all the publicity I can get. It's hard to stand out when there are so many authors out there.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Interview with Chrystalla Toma - author of Rex Rising

Barbara: Hi Chrystalla, welcome. You just published your YA science fiction novel Rex Rising, and in the story summary you mention parasites. How did you come up with the idea for the parasitic element of the story?

Chrystalla: Science fascinates me; science magazines like American Scientist are crazier than any fantasy book I’ve ever read. Having a biologist as a husband means I have free access to lots of biology magazines and books and I get to see strange things first hand. Somewhere along the line we were talking about parasites and my husband bought a book called Parasite Rex describing all sorts of parasites and the way they affect their hosts. The rest, as they say, is history. The book opened up a brand new world for me and gave me ideas for my novel. Using parasites in science fiction is of course nothing new. A famous example is the movie Alien (and its sequels). My story isn’t horror/thriller like Alien, but the parasites do play a very important role nevertheless, changing the behavior of the characters and shaping the world of Rex Rising.

Barbara: Did it take you long to write?

Chrystalla: Novels are big animals, so they take time to take shape. From the moment the first idea about Rex Rising popped into my mind until it was published, a few years passed. That doesn’t mean that every novel takes so long, but this one was born in stages. First came the idea about the world of the Seven Islands, that was in 2001, I believe. Then came the parasites and the way they might change the world and the people in it. Finally came the characters and their story. So it took me a few years, but in fits and starts. I wrote down the first draft in 2008, and revised it over the past year.

Barbara: Is YA literature your first love?

Chrystalla: Fantasy/science fiction is my first and true love. When I started writing, I didn’t think I wrote for a specific public – after all, as a child I read literature meant for adults and as the years passed, I saw adults read literature for teenagers (like Harry Potter and Inkheart). However, once I started writing my own novels, it was pointed out to me that they have many elements of YA literature, and only then did I realize that I was indeed writing YA. The young age of the protagonists, their inner conflicts and issues with sexuality, love, family and purpose in life, they are typical of YA fiction.

Barbara: I think readers would be very surprised that English is not your first language - do you think in English when you write?

Chrystalla: True, my native language is Greek, but I feel quite confident writing in English, since I studied it and have been reading it for many years. As to your question, absolutely, I do think in English when I write. I even hear the voice of my characters in my ear as I write, their inflection and tone.

Barbara: Your cover is fantastic. Did you do it yourself? - (I know you did)

Chrystalla: Thank you, Barbara. Yes, I made the cover myself. I bought a stock image and changed it to my taste. I love the idea of making my own covers just as I want them to be. I guess this is one of the main advantages of self publishing.

Barbara: Who are your favorite authors?

Chrystalla: Right now I love Cassandra Clare for YA paranormal, but also Patricia McKillip and Cecilia Dart for epic fantasy, and for science fiction I think Ray Bradbury’s stories (I especially love the Illustrated Man) are wonderful, even if they are old.

Barbara: Do you write full time?

Chrystalla: I wish! :) I have always written in my free time after work. At this moment, I just resigned from my job due to stress-related health problems and plan to look for freelance jobs as a translator (which is my profession), hoping that way I will have more time to write and publish. That would be really lovely!

Barbara: When is the next book out!

Chrystalla: Well, I have set myself a deadline for the first draft of Rex Cresting (sequel to Rex Rising): end of 2011. I do hope to have finished it earlier, though, but by the time it is ready to be published, more months may pass. Therefore I aim for January for the release, but it could be February or March.

Barbara: Thank you for telling us about yourself and your stories.

Chrystalla: Thank you for having me here today!

Visit Chrystalla’s blog for more information on the world of Rex Rising and her other works:

You can find Rex Rising at the following distributors:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon DE
Watch the book trailer:

Friday, September 23, 2011

Free on Smashwords

Four writer friends and I have got together to produce five little paranormal stories and we're offering them free!!!!!!!!!


When night falls. you never know what creatures prowl in the shadows…

A guardian angel… with an ulterior motive? Dragons… racing? A girl… with an unusual offer? A gargoyle… searching for love? A charity run might mean a run for your life.

Only you hold the power to control them by reading… Love Bites.

Classified by Jay Di Meo
Sefu's guardian angel is supposed to keep him safe, but who'll keep him safe from the angel?

Dragon Race by Barbara Elsborg
In this race between lovers, who wins and who loses?

Jacquelyn in the Box by D.L. Jackson
What would you give up for love?

Laying Claim by Cate Masters
A curse for one means salvation for both, Celia finds.

Run by Arlene Webb
A run for charity turns deadly, and two strangers learn they have a lot more to give than blood.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

All Romance e-books - my story!!!!

I made it through to the last 32 in the All Romance ebooks Just One Bite competition. Yippee. Voting doesn't start until the 1st of October and it will be a head to head competition - in other words 16 individuals against 16 others for one week, then 8 against 8 etc I already know who I'm paired against and have read her story. Gulp! If you register on the ARe site you can read all 32 stories but you can't vote yet, but if you'd like to read mine - it's there.

If you feel mine is the best, I hope you'll vote for me on the 1st October!

Not me on the picture, by the way - I can't jump that high!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Cover for my INS with Decadent publishing!!

On the right track
Hollie has very specific requirements for her New Year’s Eve 1NightStand—a tall, fair-haired guy, who’s organized, sensible, likes small-breasted brunettes and can deal with any crisis life throws at him. Except what seemed like a good idea when she set off, turns into the worst idea ever as the snow falls thickly, her fingers clench the steering wheel, and she veers off track.
Dark-haired Nick is on his way to a party with hopes of connecting with a busty blonde—assuming he’s even on the right road and can dig himself out of a heap of snow before he freezes solid. Too bad he never plans ahead, no coat and no shovel in the car, and soon he won’t even see a road at all, let alone any vehicle barreling down it.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Dragon Race

Finished a little short story that will go into an anthology with several of my writer friends. This is a do-it-ourselves venture that will be out soon. I started to write this story for the All Romance e books competition but it felt wrong so I stopped. Started another and that didn't work either - the third was the charm and it made it into the last 32 - voting starts in October!Came back to Dragon Race and liked it again, so turned into something I hope is readable.
Now I have no excuses about delaying work on my sci fi romance. Weather is crap, no pile of books to read - I can start right away - er, after coffee, after breakfast, after taking dog for a walk, ooh I need to vacuum, empty the dishwasher, send pics of the dog in the pool to husband... should be free to write about lunchtime - oh and darn it, kids need to use my computer so I'm going to have to wait a while before 'A New Life' gets going. (Temporary title - I have to call it something other than - this piece of crap)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Jet lag

Bad enough that humans get jet lag but when the dog has it too..... poor little critter spent 4 hours in his crate before take off, over nine hours in the air, another two hours waiting in the cargo place before we opened the door to let him out. Hyper dog alert!!!! Five hours difference in time to the UK so he's waking in the night wanting to pee and I'm probably freaking out the neighbours by wandering around outside in my nightie. Can't let dog out on his own as we'd do at home, I'm worried a raccoon will get him - or an alligator.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Into the last 32!

My story 'Two birds, one stone' has made it to the last 32 in All Romance e-books 'Just one bite' short story competition. All 32 will be published in e-anthologies but in October, the judging will start to find a winner. It will be a one against one vote off to get 16, then 8 and so on.
I'll let you know when the judging starts so you can read the stories! But I'm thrilled to have got this far.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Decadent open for submissions!!!

Decadent Publishing is actively seeking stories that fit our new Honor
Guard line.

The Honor Guard line is composed of contemporary multi-national romance
stories with a heat level of 3-5 and word count between 10k-30k.

Setting: US embassies around the world. The hero can be any alpha male
having to do with embassy operations: Marines, MP, CIA, Homeland
Security, NSA, etc.

The heroine can be an American or foreign national. Her age should be
25+ (can be Late Escape--romance between couples age 50+--as well). If
your setting is in India, Australia, Norway or wherever, we need "local
flavor". Tap your travel experiences!

If you write about the military, make sure it's accurate. Give us fun,
adventure, romance, interesting settings, strong characters and hot
lovin' combined with cultural insights. HEA is mandatory.

Decadent is also taking submissions in our popular 1Night Stand line and
is open for general sunmissions in the following catagories. Please keep
word count between 5-50k at this time.
See SUBMISSIONS page on the website for details.
http://www.decadent publishing. com/index. php?osCsid= 084930d6cc456d4a e1915\
b6958c5a3e5& content=submissi ons
5b6958c5a3e5& content=submissi ons>

Historical paranormal romance
Late Escape romance (couples who are 50 years of age or older)
May-December romance
Comedy (romance or mainstream fiction)
Time travel (romance or mainstream fiction)
Erotic Romance
GLBT (especially F/F)
Non-Fiction (Biography, historical, memoirs, autobiography)

Sunday, September 4, 2011

One day

I read the book One Day quite a while ago, long before the hoopla and I really liked it. Today I went to see the film and whilst there were bits I didn't like, generally I enjoyed it. I didn't flinch at Ms Hathaway's accent - it didn't detract from the film and I think critics were wrong to pick on it. Just as they were with Kevin Costner in Prince of Thieves.Even though I knew what was coming in the film - won't say what because I don't want to spoil it - gosh it made me jump!! I still prefer the book but I loved Dex in this. Just as I'd pictured him and he'd be perfect for Charlie in my book Strangers. I wish I knew a film producer to send Strangers to. Sigh.

But I did have a problem and it had nothing to do with the film. I've realised going to the cinema makes me feel ill. I was REALLY ill after 3D Avatar and thought it was just the 3D effect but One Day made me feel ill too and now I'm thinking maybe I can't go to the cinema any more. That's disappointing. I suspect it has something to do with my focus on the screen but unless anyone has any suggestions, I'm doomed to wait until films come on the TV.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

A very long walk

Walked with son and his partner along the Leeds-Liverpool canal - a distance of around 10 miles. Winnie the dachshund came too and his little legs are now even shorter. Had to run to catch the train back and then walk another mile to get home up a long hill. Consequently - I might not be moving from this chair for the rest of the day. Did have one thought on the way - not easy to hide a body in a canal - too shallow and too clean.I like to keep a list of possible sites!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

We do like to be beside the seaside

Went to Hunmanby Gap today for a walk along the beach. It's one that can be used all year round by dogs so we took Winnie - who had a bit of a mishap. Thought the water was a shallow puddle and turned out to be deep so he had to swim. We laughed. He didn't think it was funny. Had fish and chips in Filey and walked back again. Not long now before the kids emigrate so it was lovely to spend the day together. Now I'm shattered.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Out with the old

Sad day for my son today. When he was a kid, he spent a long time collecting videos of films that he liked - mainly ones no one else in their right mind would have any interest in watching. He bought them from closing stores, off the internet or from shops and then spent hours cataloguing them. He had hundreds!
Today he gave them all away to charity. He's going to live in another country and he can't take much with him. Certainly it's not worth the cost of transporting something that's technologically out of date.
He is taking his soft toy dog that he slept with as a kid though!!

Monday, August 15, 2011

The Creative Process

My ideas for stories come from everywhere - dreams, life, music, books. I usually grab the thought and run with it - I lie in bed in the moments between waking and really waking and consider whether the idea would make a story. If I think it will, I write it. No prep, no plot, no nothing - other than a few random notes of things that occur to me as I go along. I might end up with seven pages of ideas by the time I'm writing chapter two.

BUT - when I see the calls for specific submissions - I think - oh can I come up with something for that? Usually the answer is no, because I just don't think that way. I can't start with a premise and then write a story if it wasn't my premise. It doesn't even have to be a premise - even something like - we're looking for vamp stories with a twist - has me scratching my head - unable to come up with a single original thought. I did manage to write a story for ARe's competition but that was only after I reread the requirements and realised I could write any paranormal story I liked. I really want to write a one night stand story for Decadent Publishing - who are Soooo lovely - but can I think of anything? NO.
I'll keep trying but I've realised that I'm creative in a very specific way! My way.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Short versus long

Well, anyone who reads my stories knows that I write l...o...n...g. That's not to say that I can't write short - two freebies for Ellora's Cave, a short for Ravenous Romance and a slighter longer story for EC called Snow Play. Well, I've written two more short pieces. Pause for applause. One I've sent in for a competition. When I don't get anywhere with it - how's that for confidence!! - I'll offer it as a free read somehow. The other story is about 10,000 words - a paranormal romance that I hope is funny. I've tried to make it funny so of course, it won't be.
Rambling over - what I wanted to say - was how hard it is to write short stories. They are a different life form to novels. It's so hard to fit everything in and end the thing in a satisfactory way - a twist, an aaahhh moment -but definitely HEA>

Monday, August 1, 2011

A new book

Only as I start writing a new book, do I remember how much I hate starting a new book. I lose faith in my ability, in coffee, in everything. Each word is a huge effort. Not helped by the fact that this book is a bit different. I'm sure the premise in the hands of Stephen King - would be a winner - but it's in my hands and it's struggling for life. The irony is for once I have a title right at the outset - A New Life.

Friday, July 29, 2011

31,483 Downloads of Saying Yes in May

Oh my giddy aunt. I could hardly believe that figure when I saw it!! Free is obviously popular. Now all I need to do is convert that to sales of my other books and New York Bestseller List - here I come! Or not, as the case may be.

Just in case there is anyone in the world who hasn't read it....

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Decadent Sale!!!

In a week's time, Decadent Publishing will be one year old. To celebrate they are making half their books, half price - Including mine - CHOSEN

If you enter the code given on the page below - you can get the book for half price!!!!


Trying to write the last chapter of my current paranormal menage and it's making me ill. I assume it's stress because I can't quite get my head around how to choreograph the finale. I know how I want it to end but I don't know how to get rid of my villain - or villainess as it happens. To kill or not to kill? Well, as usual, I'll put off the decision until tomorrow in the hope that inspiration will strike and turn me into a decisive authoress or more likely, I'll spend the day editing the chapters that come before, just in time to end the day without having finished - yet again.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Want a bargain??

I don't know why but 'Power of Love' is on offer on Amazon.

How can you resist!!

Power of Love - Erotic £1.06

OR $1.70

Joe is a lost soul.
When Joe is killed in the line of duty, the result of a blunder by his girlfriend Poppy, he ends up stuck between worlds, not quite in heaven, not quite in hell. Heaven is Poppy lying in his arms, hearing the sound of his name on her lips as he makes love to her, again and again. Hell is the knowledge that to save Poppy, he must convince her to let him go.
Poppy is a soul lost.
Joe was Poppy’s heart, her soul, and since he died she’s lost it all, including her sanity. Everywhere she looks, he’s there—talking to her, touching her, sharing ice cream, showers and making love to her like there’s no tomorrow. But tomorrow does come, and letting go of Joe could destroy her.
Sometimes love lasts a lifetime. Sometimes love reaches beyond death. Sometimes…love lasts forever.

Book two
Digging Deeper


Archaeologist Beck isn’t expecting much to come out of this summer’s dig. While his colleague spends the summer in Italy, Beck draws the short straw supervising a group of archaeology students excavating on the grounds of Hartington Hall in Yorkshire. Little does Beck realize when he saves a redhead from the attentions of an amorous ram, that this accident-prone female will throw his ordered life into chaos. The last thing Flick needs in her life is a digger, because some secrets are meant to stay buried. Very deep. But Beck is irresistible. She’d love to get him into bed, though after the incident at the swimming pool, the collapsing wall, the snake bite and the unexploded bomb—a hospital bed looks more likely. As their relationship lurches from one disaster to another, Beck has to delve deep to get to the bottom of this irrepressible redhead. One thing is clear—you never know quite what you’re going to find when you start digging.

Moreover - Lucy in the Sky is out in paperback - today!!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Chosen - a top pick with Night Owl Reviews!

Score: 4.50 / 5 - Reviewer Top Pick

Right from the first this book held me in its thrall. Kate Evans is kidnapped, raped and tortured by a madman who uses her as a sort of game piece in a battle against his domineering father. The pieces finally come together into a complete mosaic that reveals the surprising intricacies of long-remembered, never-forgotten hurts and hatreds.
This book is written in a style and with a voice that is unrelenting in its intensity. The author cleverly weaves in past events and episodes, in small chunks, that ensure each character became pinned onto the storyboard in my head and stayed there. Well-written, fast-paced, and genuinely terrifying, with unexpected twists that are guaranteed to make your heart race, this is not a story for the faint of heart. In most cases, I thought Kate did an outstanding job of trying to escape and survive her nightmare, but there were a couple of times I almost felt like reaching into my kindle and shaking her. An unconscious man becomes even less of a threat if you tie him up (duh!), for instance!
The author excelled at continuously ratcheting up the tension until finally, at the end, I could suck in a luxurious deep breath and heave a contented sigh. This is a not-to-be-missed thrilling romantic suspense.

Friday, July 8, 2011

I am not infallible

I am one of the few people in the world who actually doesn't like food. I personally can't wait for the day I just have to take a pill to give me all the energy and vitamins etc that I need. Yes, I know I'm weird. Having said that - family still needs to eat, so I have to cook. Saintly husband shops - which is a mixed blessing. I love that I don't have to go to the supermarket but I have to be prepared to deal with the 'bargains' he brings home.
I CAN cook, I just prefer not to. But the other day I thought I'd make some almond macaroons. Recipe was straight forward. What can go wrong?
Quite a lot as it happens. They looked NOTHING like the picture though they tasted okay, especially after I'd broken them into bits and added cream. But it was a salutatory lesson in how - no matter how well you plan, how carefully you do what you're supposed to - sometimes life throws you a curve ball.
My daughter - who made and decorated this cake - obviously doesn't take after me!

Monday, July 4, 2011

name that goat!!

Daughter and partner are going to the Royal Ascot Goat races in Uganda and have to name a goat (or two!)

The naming format goes - [name of goat] out of [mother goat] by [father goat]

So Marigold out of Judith by Rufus

But that is boring.....

Better would be

Broke out of Cash by Mid-month

Willy out of Pants by 6pm

Any ideas??