This is me, the picture is quite a recent one, like it or loathe it, I can't change it and now, at this stage in my life, I wouldn't want to.
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.
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.
 Through semi-clenched jaws Hazel growled “Unless you give me your word that you will never touch me or command me again, then Lycaeon heir or no, I will end your life here and now and be damned to the consequences.” “Hazel, let him go.” Anton said with calmness that he did not feel. “No Anton, I will not and if you move to stop me he will be dead before you are Wolf, you know this.” “Yes Hazel, I do know. I give my word, I will not intervene.” “Grandfather…” Phillipe choked. “Phillipe, you have a choice, I do not think you have two choices for there is, in reality only one you can make if you are to survive. You must give your oath and mean it. I suggest you do it now!” “Hazel! I promise I will give due respect to you from now. I will never touch you or command you to do anything again, but please, you are killing me.” |  This was an interesting book, not only for the cures but also for the hand-written script that was as uniform and constant as though it had been printed mechanically - yet that was clearly not the case. The book had been painstakingly written in a perfect, legible hand - it must have taken years. Jack was quite tempted to purchase the book, if only for the novelty value. Then he happened upon a page that captured his attention and had him enthralled. The cure for a Weerwolf is difficult and filled with danger. Preparation and aforethought is essential. Silver is widely thought to be the only metal which can harm or kill such a beast but to cure it, there are many methods. |  A Rabbit, a Bouncer, a Barman, a Turn-coat, and a Lackey on one side. A Vixen, a handful of Ancient rebels and a Queen on the other. Caught between a prophecy and the unpredictable turns of events caused by the Supermoon, Red is faced by her Nemesis – or is she the Nemesis of the one returned from the dead? Manipulating a prophecy that is more than a thousand years old, one Ancient traitor is dabbling in dangerous practices and as ever, the victims will be of little concern to him. |
 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. |
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