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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Friday, 25 June 2010

Jumps up and down with glee

I got a release date :D

Nov 5th 2010

So remember remember the fifth of November for a different reason. And yes we will be having a bonfire and fireworks :D


Kyle’s voice came from a long way off, and Holly had to concentrate to hear it. “I’m sorry, Holly. He’s normally pretty well behaved, but he’s never seen snow before and is a little over-excited. Plus he was on his own all day yesterday. Are you all right?”

Holly nodded. The headache upped a notch. That was a stupid thing to do.

“Can you stand?”

She moved her head a little as Kyle helped her to her feet. She brushed the snow from her coat and tried to focus on the man. His hat, pulled down over his ears, hid his hair. Her head pounded, stars danced in front of her eyes, and it was all she could do to stand upright.

I want to sit down. Please, let me sit down. The words echoed in her mind, but she wasn’t sure she’d said them aloud. He didn’t respond.

His deep voice reverberated as he pulled off his glove. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

Holly nodded for a third time. She had a huge lump in her throat and she struggled to breathe. Her legs didn’t want to hold up, but she didn’t want a fuss. Fingers tingled inside her glove where he held her hand. His grip kept her upright.

Kyle’s other hand cradled the back of her head. Holly winced as he found and examined the lump. His touch increased the pain by a magnitude of five. Kyle checked his fingers and relief crossed his face at the lack of blood. “Holly? Please, say something. Otherwise I’ll have to assume Orion ate your tongue.”

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

4 soldiers in 4 days... bringing the death toll to 302

how many deaths will it take til they know that too many have died and bring them home???

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

the muse is back - with a vengence. :D I'm currently buried in an avalance. Well not me but Jem and Dawn. Mwhahahahahaha

Monday, 14 June 2010


Not sure what I've done, but the whole world is conspiring against me right now. The muse has packed up and left home. Personally I think he has the right idea and wish I could do the same.

Just as well I don't have a release date for the novel, as I can't make the bookmarks or business cards to advertise it to save my life. I keep being told the pic isn't a good enough resolution.

So guess we give that up as a bad idea. Someone also picked my book trailer to shreds so i guess I have to start over with that too now.

so that plus kid hassles, the F word taking over everything for the next month.... really wish I could just hibernate someplace.

only that is wrong too.

Wednesday, 9 June 2010


Today I am being interviewed on the White Roses in Bloom blog. Come learn about how I write and a little about Seasons for Miracles.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Reading Abbey

This is one of the oldest ruins in the UK. It was founded by Henry I in 1121 "for the salvation of my soul, and the souls of King William, my father, and of King William, my brother, and Queen Maud, my wife, and all my ancestors and successors".

King Henry is buried in the ruins.

But it holds a special place in my heart. It was here hubby gave me my engagement ring back on Aug 29th 1991 :) Right in this room here

To the left of this picture is Reading Crown Court.
To the right is Reading Gaol - yes the one Oscar Wilde was in.

The abbey was destroyed by Henry VIII when he dissolved the monasteries in 1538.

Today its closed to the public due to it being unsafe

And one day I'll get the formatting correct.

Monday, 7 June 2010

I still here

Curled up in a heap, trying to write, but not suceeding. 2 of the kids went back to school today, but as I have an inset day so does J. Spent the last couple hours watching PS I love you and trying to convince her that Gerry is really the Phantom. Don't think I managed.

I did get an emergency docs appt tho - :O

gives you a minute to appreciate that.

My doc not there today and the receptionist was going into full, sorry you'll have to ring tomorrow routine, when i said - but i'm having a reaction to the meds... and all of a sudden she found me an appt for this afty.

I ended up texting my ER consultant sis last night and my GP bro in law, describing how I felt and asking their opinion. Both said I should go back. Maybe now they'll refer me for a hysterectomy. Either way I'm no longer taking the pill. I've taken it before for years, albeit before the kids, and I NEVER ended up on fire like I am now.

wait who am I trying to kid. They won't even give me the migraine pills that work cos they be too expensive!

Shame I don't have the money to go private and have it done. I hate my whole life being dependant on the 9 free days a month I have. Tho this month is was three and those I spent being the nastiest, grouch there ever was. Even hubby kept his distance and just said yes dear.

Okay this is turning into a way TMI post.

Okay, assuming you are still here - :P if you not - it was the carival this weekend. Nice sunshine, sat on the front grass, watching the procession go past the front door. Dried the washing on the line. Had major kid hassles. TMI again.

Hmmm.... maybe I just go back to the novel. Doing one for the rescue dawn cover on WRP. Mind you I have Season in edits with Nicola, one she asked for a full m/s for once we finish Season so no idea when this will get sent in. Mind you, have to finish it first.

And then there's the one I have planned out. The story of Cassie and Jack. That's Pastor Jack who keeps cropping up in all the others I've written. Decided the guy needs his own story. And I have it planned.

Def too many pies and not a big enough oven to cook them all in :)

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

emotional wringer

Yes I voluntarily did this to myself. Spent three days putting this scene off then decided that as 2 of the kids were asleep and the other out playing, I'd bite the biscuit and just do it. So here I am, sore eyes, and several tissues later.

does it have the same impact on others? No idea.

Her smile lit her face, making her eyes glow. “You’re welcome.” Her fingers, her perfectly manicured finger tips, ran over the rim of her cup. “Why the rush though? Such a lovely book deserves time and care.”

He swallowed hard. “I wanted him to see it,” he whispered.


“It’s for a very special kid, the one it’s dedicated to.” He felt his eyes fill with tears and his voice started to wobble. “He was in an accident...no one expected him to survive, but he did. Only now, he has this massive infection and...”

Dawn’s hands covered his. “The little boy we’ve been praying for in church? Craig?”

Jem nodded, struggling to regain control. He wasn’t going to cry. Not here, not now and not in front of her. His phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Hello?”

“Mr. Anderson, its Tessa from ITU...” His heart froze as she spoke. “I think you should be here. Craig crashed, we got him back, but—”

“I’ll be there.” He closed the phone, his throat tight and his heart threatening to burst from his chest. Somehow he kept his voice level. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She looked at him as he stood and fumbled for his wallet. “No, I’ll get this.”

His pride bristled. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Sure you can. It was my idea. If it’s easier you can pay next time.”

Jem nodded, leaving the cafĂ© as fast as he could. He ran to the car. Why had he let her talk him into this? Why had he gone against his better judgement and left the hospital? He drove fast, praying the whole way that the police would look the other way, that the speed cameras weren’t working and that he’d get there in time. Please, let me get there in time.

He gowned and masked and entered ITU to find an army of doctors standing around the bed. He ignored them and took his son’s hand. He shuddered inside. All the bandages were off now, Craig’s burned body open to the air. Tears ran slowly down his face. “I’m here,” he whispered. “Just hang on for another day. It’s almost done.”

One of the doctors, he wasn’t sure which one, spoke. “Craig’s body is shutting down. His systems are failing one by one. We could revive him again, but to be honest—”

Jem looked up. “It’s okay. He died a long time ago. Let him go.” He looked down at his son, reciting the prayer he’d taught him. “Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, look upon a little child...”

The alarms went off. Jem glanced up as every single one flat-lined. Tears streaming, his voice cracking, he continued praying. “Pity my simplicity. Suffer me to come to Thee...”

and the funeral is just as heartbreaking with its descriptions of small coffins and football shirts. But honestly, I'm not sobbing like I was. Wanna know why?

It wasn't Craig I saw when I wrote. It was my ten week old son, hooked up to all the monitors ITU could offer, wriggling one minute, then going stiff, blue, all the monitors flat lining and howling...

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

book trailer take four

Only this version I Like :D


Once I get a release date it'll be taken down from here and i'll try to work out uploading it to you tube and then try to embed it in the side bar like Wendy does. Not sure I'm that clever but ...

Anyway, feedback would be gratefully recieved.