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Saturday, May 31st, 2014

 Framed and Hung by Alexis Fleming

Publisher: Escape Publishing
Genre : Erotic Romance
eISBN: 9780857991621

Job satisfaction has never been this good…
If there’s one thing Zoe Chandler, Historical Restorations expert, knows, it’s that naked bankers aren’t supposed to look like Greek Gods. Honestly, it’s enough to make any woman pause. Luckily, Zoe is more of a take charge, rush in where angels fear to tread kind of girl, and she definitely has fantasies of rushing towards Jake. But Jake is a man who is all about control, and there’s no way he’s going to let Zoe run this show.
Nude paintings, blackmail, and mind-numbing sexual frustration…will either of them survive this project?

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‘Good evening, Lord. I’d ask you how it’s hanging, but I guess I can see the answer for myself.’ A gurgle of laughter accompanied the comment. ‘Now that’s what I call a resurrection.’

Jake jerked his head up and stumbled backwards, catching his balance at the last moment. The open mobile phone in his hand forgotten, he propped his fists on his hips and glared across at the person standing on the back patio. ‘Oi, what the hell do you think you’re doing?’

Damn kids. It was a good thing he’d moved in today rather than wait until the decorating was finished. Otherwise, God only knows what he would have found. Probably a whole group of teenagers shacking up in his mother’s new home.

‘Not exactly what I’d expect from a fine, upstanding banker,’ another voice, definitely female, commented, although a flowering shrub on the edge of the patio hid the person from view.

‘Oh, I don’t know.’ The owner of the first voice tilted her head on one side and stared across at him. ‘Hmm, it is rather…impressive, and it’s definitely upstanding. Well, sort of. Wonder how much incentive it’d need to snap to attention.’

Jake shook his head. What the hell were they going on about? ‘This is private property.’ For the moment, anyway. ‘You’re trespassing,’ he ground out through clenched teeth.

‘If that’s the case, what are you doing here?’ The female hooked her fingers into the top of the skimpy hipster shorts she had on and sauntered towards the edge of the patio. Cocky was how he would have described the attitude she projected. ‘You’re a bit old for squatting, aren’t you?’

‘Old? Old? I’ll have you know…’ Jake let the words peter out. He gritted his teeth and tried to get his thoughts in order. Christ, he was arguing with a kid. She couldn’t have been much more than 16, 17.
No more than five foot two, maybe five three at most, the interloper took the single step down from the patio and strutted over to him, a smile plastered on her face. A tight T-shirt showed off a decent set of breasts — at least a mouthful — and hugged a slender waist.

She’d tied her blonde hair up in pigtails either side of an elfin face, the features delicate, but with a hint of strength in the tapered jaw. Sensual lips curved into an enticing grin that invited you to share the moment with her, as if she held a secret that she just knew you’d enjoy.

Heat swept through him and his lower body tightened in reaction. Jesus, Drew wasn’t far off the mark. He needed to get a life. Here he was, fantasising about a freakin’ teenager, for crying out loud. Hell, he’d turned into a degenerate. Maybe his mother and brothers were right. All work and no play makes Jake a dull boy.

Or at least a twisted pervert.

‘I wish you kids would learn some decency instead of turning up where you’re not welcome. You know you’re breaking the law right now, don’t you?’

‘Decency, Lord?’ As she strutted along the path that led to the spa, she let loose with a hearty burst of laughter. ‘You have the balls to lecture me about decency and you’re standing there starkers? Oh, that’s priceless.’

With a cheeky grin, she allowed her gaze to track downwards. ‘And talking about balls — ’


Monday, April 28th, 2014

This month I’m giving away a lovely garnet pendant.

All you have to do to go in the draw is send me an email through the Contact page on my website and include your postal address. Don’t forget to put APRIL CONTEST in the Comments section. The winner will be announced June 2014.

Good luck everyone.

Winner of the February Contest

The winner of a signed print copy of Emerald Ice is Linda Bass.

Congratulations, Linda, and thank you all for playing.


Wednesday, January 8th, 2014

I have another lovely pendant to give away this month, a 14k white Gold GF Swarovski crystals necklace.

All you have to do to go in the draw is send me an email through the Contact page on my website, including your postal address. Don’t forget to put DECEMBER CONTEST in the Comments section. The winner will be announced early February 2014.
Good luck everyone.

Winner of the October Contest

The winner of a download of the Mistletoe High Collection and a mystery Christmas gift of a Swarovski crystals necklace and bracelet set is Colleen C. Congratulations, Colleen, and thank you all for playing.

Never Too Old!!

Wednesday, January 1st, 2014

I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions, mainly because I forget all about them or can’t keep them. Then I feel pissed off because I failed once again to keep a New Year’s resolution.  So this year, I decided instead to take a look back at the past year to see what I’ve achieved, even without setting resolutions at the beginning of 2013. And the one thing I realised? You’re never too old to learn new lessons.

On the career front I released a Paranormal Romantic Suspense, Hidden Fire, through Escape Publishing on June 1st 2013. I wrote another story called Framed & Hung and had it accepted for publication in 2014. I’ve also started two new stories, a full length and a novella. I’ve been a little frustrated that I’ve been so slow with my writing, but given I had such a long dry period after the death of my husband a little under three years ago, I guess I’ve done okay.

And as to what I’ve learned this past year? Hmm, where do I start?

I’ve learned to change a flat tyre on my car and I can now change the oil on said vehicle myself. Yah me, although I do wish the mechanic at the garage who last changed my tyre hadn’t put those wheel lugs on so tight. Lol

I can now use a nail gun and the electric drill and saw, and can do a lot of the maintenance on my house myself. I’ve learned to pave and now the area around my pool looks a real treat. So many things I never dreamed I’d be able to do. I even conquered my fear of standing high up on a ladder when I decided to repaint my pergola and erect a new cover over it. That worked so well that I then decided to build a shade house for my vegetable garden. Not bad for an old duck.

One of the biggest things I learned was not to feel guilty or wanting when people tell me that after two years I should be over the death of my husband. *snort* What a lot of bull. Walk in my shoes and then tell me that. Grief has its own timetable. I’ve learned I’m stronger than I thought I was. Yes, I still have bad days, but I cope.

So many things I’ve learned to do this past year, both physically and emotionally. I’ve learned the value of good friends, both on-line and off, people who feel more like family now.

But the most important? I’ve learned my children really are my greatest strength. My daughter, who is my best friend and who can read me like a book. And call me on it, even when I think I’m being so smart and hiding my feelings from her. My son, with whom I have the most incredible phone conversations. He challenges me and makes me think outside the box. Lol It’s good for me.
Both kids, in their own way, keep my head pointing in the right direction and make me face reality. I love you two, more than you’ll ever know.

When I look back, I realise this past year hasn’t been a total washout. I’ve learned a lot about myself and hopefully have grown.

What about you? What has this past year taught you?

A new beginning

Tuesday, December 31st, 2013

Happy New Year everyone.

May the next year bring you all you desire.

Remembrance Day 2013

Monday, November 11th, 2013

We will remember…

Lest We Forget.


Monday, April 15th, 2013

I had visions of getting into Chapter 1 of my new story, Blood Stone, today. Huh! Didn’t happen. Instead, I spent the morning at the dentist. Now, I don’t know about you, but this is not my favourite place to visit. In fact, I’m a chicken when it comes to the dentist. But I really didn’t have a choice. Today was the preparation day for a crown I’m having done after I broke the whole side of a tooth off. I can’t believe I broke a tooth eating a carrot stick. *shaking head here* I mean, you try and do healthy stuff and look what happens.  I would have been better to eat the chocolate. lol

So prep is now done and the crown will be fitted in a couple of weeks. Meanwhile, my jaw aches like you wouldn’t believe. I didn’t feel anything while it was being done, but now the numbness has worn of, my jaw is as sore as. I’m guessing it’s only bruising from the dentist pushing down on the tooth, so here’s hoping it subsides quickly. I certainly wasn’t in the mood for writing when I got home. So instead, I spent the day on-line shopping for ribbon, jewelry findings and beads etc so I can make some new, funky bookmarks and bookthongs for the release of my new book, Hidden Fire, when it comes out 1st June.  I’ll post photos when they’re done and let you know how you can score one.

And now I’m taking a couple of pain pills and heading off to bed.

Night all.






When American Museum Curator Gili Adams’ sleazy boss, Jeremy, threatens her parents and forces her to travel to Australia in search of an opal called the Dreamtime Fire, Gili is willing to face anything to protect her folks, even the evil spirit trapped inside an ancient Persian ring, a ring Jeremy just happens to be wearing. If that’s not bad enough, she has to enlist the help of anthropologist Morgan Hunt, the Guardian of the opal and the man who once accused her of stealing that ring. Now she has no choice: lie to the man she still cares about or risk her parents’ lives. Nothing can stand in her way, not even her own heart.

Morgan isn’t happy to see Gili. Six years ago, she ripped his heart to pieces; he’s not about to volunteer for a repeat performance. Neither will he allow her to waltz off with a gemstone sacred to the aboriginal people. But even with the help of the ancestral ghosts guarding the mine, can he keep both Gili and the fire opal safe from paranormal forces beyond his control?

An author to watch

Wednesday, August 29th, 2012

I’ve just come back from the Australian Romance Writers’ Conference when I met a fantastic new writer. Well, new for me.  I bought this author’s two book and had devoured them within three days.What a great read. I’ll definitely be on the watch for more stories from this author.

JJ Cooper


 (Taken from JJ’s Website)

According to Greek Mythology, Aphrodite had a wayward eye and a loyal son. When Eros gave Harpocrates a rose to keep quiet about his mother’s little indiscretions, the rose became a symbol for secrecy. This is a story Jay Ryan has never heard — until his hand is nailed to a table and a red rose tattooed onto his wrist.

 Jay is an interrogator with a dark past and a tortured soul; he’s also the keeper of secrets Israeli spies will kill to get their hands upon. Renowned for his skills, he is used to commanding a certain level of respect amongst his peers. Then one day Jay is drugged, tortured, tattooed and accused of rape. He is forced to reveal information that could further destabilise fragile Middle East relations and plunge the entire region into war. They are secrets he has struggled to keep hidden for four years — proof that the ‘Coalition of the Willing’ knew Israeli Mossad agents removed chemical weapons from Iraq before the launch of the 2003 invasion.

After escaping his captors, Jay discovers that he is wanted for crimes he didn’t commit and that his father has been kidnapped by his own intelligence agency. No-nonsense secret agent Sarah Evans and lively retired security guard William ‘Bill’ Hunter join Jay on a quest to get his father back alive and avoid Israeli spies hell-bent on eliminating them all. Together they uncover the truth behind two spy agencies playing a high-stakes game of espionage with a ‘winner take all’ mindset. After Sarah goes missing, Jay must choose between hunting his father’s kidnappers or saving Sarah and exposing Israel’s involvement in the removal of chemical weapons from Iraq.

This story gripped me and wouldn’t let me go until I’d finished the book. Hard-hitting, gritty, intense, full of fast-paced action, conspiracy, intrigue, plot twists that you just don’t see coming. The scary thing is, with all the military details in this story, you can imagine this really happening and that’s part of what made the story so gripping. I could go on and on, but I’d much rather you go read the book. You won’t be sorry. If you enjoy thrillers and conspiracy stories, you will love this book.


I could rave on about JJ Cooper’s second book, too, but I’m just going to say  “amazing, gripping, unforgetable” and allow the blurb, taken from JJ’s website to say it all.

Former army interrogator Jay Ryan is enjoying the quiet life after leaving the military far behind - or so he thinks. Because old habits die hard and he’s quickly thrust back into the thick of things when a disgruntled scientist, backed by the Australian security industry, develops a weapon of mass destruction - a hybrid strain of Anthrax - to be used to create panic in a population apathetic to crime prevention.

Only one batch of Anthrax inoculations can resist the deadly new strain, and it was given to five military interrogators. One of them was Jay Ryan. When the other four disappear, Ryan is the last interrogator left with the antibodies to defeat the deadly Anthrax strain.

Racing against time and hunted by rogue soldiers, mad scientists and an organisation that operates beyond the law, Ryan digs deep into his past for a chance at a future.

Go check out JJ’s website or catch up with him on Facebook or twitter. This is one author to watch.


The Lodger

Sunday, July 15th, 2012

It’s ten o’clock on a cold winter night. It’s pouring rain in this quiet suburban street.

The lady of the house is preparing to go to bed, but decides to go out on the back patio to check out the rain and any possible flooding issues before bed. No sooner had she opened the sliding door than in hops a visitor. Yes, I did say hops…as in an inch long green frog. Maybe he’d had enough of the cold and constant rain. Maybe he was looking for something more to eat, something that isn’t water-logged. Whatever the reason, he’s quick. He scoots inside and immediately climbs up the inside of the sliding door. Right to the very top.

Now the lady of the house isn’t keen on anything that moves on four legs…besides your average house cat or dog, that is. She doesn’t like insects, amphibians(even if they are only one inch long), or anything that remotely resembles a snake. Although she’d rather deal with a snake. At least then she can rely on her ten-foot long, trusty shovel to deal with the intruder. Not possible with this little green fellow. She doesn’t want to kill him, just remove him back to the garden. She doesn’t want a house guest, lodger, visitor or boarder, thank you very much.

So there she is, flapping dish towel in one hand, step stool in the other. Up the stool to reach the top of the window. Back down again when the visitor decides to vacate and try the dining table. Then it’s climbing under the table, jumping up at the window, over the couch, on hands and knees and reaching under the couch. All because this little fellow wanted in out of the rain.

I did finally manage to capture him in the dish cloth and transport him outside and pop him on the pool fence. At the time it was annoying to say the least. Me in my nightie crawling around trying to catch this thing. In retrospect, funny as anything. My family would have laughed themselves silly if they’d seen Mom’s antics. lol

An Amazing Month

Saturday, May 19th, 2012

It has been a bit of a drought here with my blog posts. So much has happened in the past year or so since my husband’s death, that life overwhelmed me for a while there, but now I’m beginning to fight back.  Part of what has helped the process is a recent trip I took to Hawaii. This was a trip my husband and I had planned before he got sick. It was to be the honeymoon we never had 39 years ago when we got married. Sadly, he didn’t last long enough to make that trip, so I made it for both of us. I didn’t go on my own. I took a very good friend, writer Lyn Cash, with me. Missing my husband so much, I never expected to find any real joy in the trip, but I surprised myself. The people of Hawaii are wonderful, very spiritual and warm people.  The landscape is unbelievably beautiful and really touched my soul. After speaking with a very loving and wise woman over there, I had another funeral for Brian. A private one. Doing it the Hawaiian way, I walked out into the ocean and cast a flower out for every one of the family members left behind. Every flower was washed out to sea, enabling my husband’s spirit to flow towards the light, or at least that’s what this wise woman assured me. At that moment, as the sun broke over the horizon, I could believe it and it gave me a great deal of peace. Although I’ll always grieve for my soulmate, I came home with a lightened spirit. Now it really is time to start looking to my future as a single woman, although in my heart I’ll always be married.

Waikiki Beach taken from the hotel balcony