
My writing on the other hand is always subject to change. For example, a year or so ago, I decided to have a go at a new direction - YA - Young Adult writing and Dusty was 'born' - later Celtica came into being and she's being worked on.
The purpose of this blog post I suppose is to gain interest in my writing in the hope that other bloggers will take a chance on my books, read, review and blog about them - purely selfish I suppose but my dream of becoming a writer who can support herself and her family is close... almost close enough to reach out and grab. I just need a little help.
So, from the heart, here are my wares, my stories, my characters and my soul. These are my creations and they are all very precious to me.
If you're interested in blogging about my stories, please feel free to contact me or my publisher Gingernut Books - admin@gingernutbooks.co.uk
If you have give-aways on your blog, I can help out with that too - again, feel free to contact the above address.
![]() A six story series at the moment, I'm working on the 7th and 8th in the series with the 9th and 10th rattling around inside my head. Dusty is a half demon teenager and if you thought your teenage years were difficult, try adding to the mix that her father murdered her mother on her birthday. Dusty's grandparents have had to not only take her under their wing but have also had to learn all about her father's heritage that she is burdened with. Keeping Dusty safe not only from the usual growing up dangers but also the deadly supernatural ones is a task she wouldn't wish to put upon her grandparents but they have taken it all in their stride. | ![]() The occupant of the penthouse suite, (the one with the full-on security shutters, remember) strolled down the stairs in a long, elegant black gown. She wore her dark brunette hair loose and it cascaded down her back in what seemed like jewelled, silken hanks with flashes of mahogany and red sifted in. Her hair had a deep and healthy shine that drew admiring glances from men and women alike and she had been approached by more than one hair care product manufacturer to pose as their hair girl. She had, of course, declined every offer. She was athletic and when wearing clothes that were cut to cling to her curves, her musculature could clearly be seen if an observer could tear his gaze from her mesmerising dark eyes. Of all her physical qualities, her eyes were the feature that held attention and kept drawing the admirer back. Some described her eyes as hypnotic, spellbinding, compelling and she always played on her best features. Her eye make-up was dark and dramatic; she was playing them up this evening. You can read more about Celtica here: Facebook Notes | ![]() Red spotted the woman she had come to meet before the other had chance to see her. Red knew she was the one she was looking for even though the distinctive and unmistakable scar was hidden. She knew it was her by a number of things that set her apart from the others in the room. The woman’s bearing was the main factor, she was high-born and wore the fact with pride – although to most people in the room, it would seem as though she was arrogant and so she sat alone. It was convenient that she had chosen the corner booth to sit in; she could see the main entrance and therefore, everyone that came through the door so that she wouldn’t be surprised. What the woman didn’t know about Red was that she knew most of the door staff in all of the clubs in the town centre and she didn’t have to use the main entrance. Red decided to drop her cloaking for a brief moment to test the woman and she smiled as the woman froze in her movement to pick up her glass. Red was within a few paces of the booth before the woman turned her head enough to allow Red to see the disturbing scar. |