Once again I'm off gallivanting around the country, and the world. I'm taking my book, The Last Thing She Said, to The Netherlands, Ohio, where part of the book is set, and Bristol, where I happily lived for several years as a student. B for Bookreview - a Q&A about…
I'm excited that my book, The Last Thing She Said, has managed to cross not one sea, but two. I'm visiting Europe and America. A big thanks to these book bloggers and reviewers for take the time to review and host my book. A few chapters of the book are…
Birthdays are family time. The giving and receiving of presents, a cake maybe, and perhaps a party. For Rose, a birthday is a day to spend in the company of her granddaughters. She likes cake, especially chocolate cake, and always has one candle on top of it to blow out.…
Thursday is the big day. Like most authors I'm filled with excitement and trepidation. Will anyone notice it, read it? Like my new book? It's a voyage into the unknown. Writing a book is often similar to a journey. You have a bunch of characters whom you pick to take…
I'm more than delighted, and a little scared, when I find out my book, The Women of Heachley Hall, is featuring at a book club. What do people talk about? Readers are always reviewers, even if they never post anything on a public forum, and as a writer, it is…
My next book is in its final stages of editing, and here is the cover! Three Sisters. Three Gifts. One Prophecy. Do you like to read about free chapters and short stories, or find out more about your favourite author including their work in progress? Interested? Then sign up for…
There are plenty of things I could tell you, things about my book and what I want to write in the future. However, my novels have secrets that only they can tell. What I can share are short stories that I've written. If you would like to read one, and…
For our holiday, my family and I crossed the expanse of the Midlands to visit the Norfolk coast. We drove through The Fens, where parents lived out their childhood, and saw the house where my mother was born, the market town where my father's family had a store and by…
It's hot outside and we haven't had rain for a month. The grass is dying, the leaves think it's autumn and the sky is a constant azure and only wisps of clouds float by in the distance. Sitting outside, closing my eyes, shutting out the noise of traffic and voices,…