Monday, 27 November 2017

COVER REVEAL!

Cover by the marvellous Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design!

Blurb: (very rough and unedited)

In the Scottish Highlands you're going to have a bit of snow over Christmas - you expect it. What you don't expect is for said snow to fall through the bell tower roof a week before Christmas when the new vicar is due to arrive on Christmas Eve for Midnight Mass!

Drew has let all his men off for the holidays, but his Uncle Malcolm, chairman of the village counsel, doesn't care. "Improvise, dear boy. Improvise!" is all he says. "That bell has rung every Christmas Eve for the last three hundred years - it will not remain silent on my watch!"

Will Drew be able to fix the tower in time? Or will he be distracted by Ozzie, the beautiful stranger who is just passing through? Drew's plate would appear to be quite full this Christmas... and it's not turkey!

More Bells, Vicar? COMING THIS HOLIDAY SEASON!

HI-HO, HI-HO, IT'S BACK TO WORK I GO! (FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SEVEN YEARS!)

On Friday I went back to work for the first time in seven years!

(I hasten to add I have been working in those seven years - in my little cubby hole listening to the voices in my head and making up their stories - but not in an office as I was before)

The job I have now is on the Clerical Bank at the local hospital, which means I can be in any department, at any time and I can pick and choose when I work. At the moment it's three days a week until the end of December, which suits me fine.

Anyhoo, I arrived on Friday, all bright eyed and bushy tailed - Kelvin dropped me off with my little lunch box and told me to play nice with the other boys and girls. I held what my dad told me when I started my first job (so long ago now that I wouldn't dream of telling you!) "Be on time, be polite and do as you're told" close to my chest, took a deep breath and off I went.

First problem was, they weren't expecting me. The lady I had been told to ask for, wasn't in the office until Tuesday, and no one else knew who I was, why I was or where I was going.

Then they said that the help they really needed was on reception, but the lady at the bank had told me it was admin. Not that that bothers me - I tend to just get on with whatever and pick things up quite quickly, so I may be doing that this week.

That worked itself out, they found me things to do (a lot of scanning and printing but I've done worse) and they all seemed really nice. Nobody threw me out and I didn't break anything. So all in all it was a good first day, despite all my nerves, and the fact I was shoved in a side office and they almost forgot I was there.

I'm in again on Tuesday where I will be in the main room or on reception, who knows? Wish me luck!

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!