About Me

My photo
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.

Saturday, 29 September 2012

five sentence Friday - a day late

I forgot :( Oops. So here's your five sentences from current WIP - Turned. And a flower that one of the kids gave me at work this week. :)

Dane shoved to one side the insistent voice telling him he was betraying Jas. He wasn’t. Nate was right. Amy was very pretty…but she was his daughters’ nanny not their governess. And he was definitely no Mr. Rochester.

Friday, 28 September 2012

New release - Hidden in Pages by Laura Briggs

Hidden in Pages

Adelle Bradbury doesn’t like adventure—in books or real life. As a quiet librarian who hides behind reading glasses, she doesn’t expect to be swept into a dangerous mission to recover one of the world’s most famous lost treasures. But that’s exactly what happens when a mysterious history buff enlists her help to recover a treasure map—A map he insists is concealed in one of the library’s old books, its contents revealing the secret location of King Solomon’s missing wealth. Suddenly, mild-mannered Adelle is thrust into a world of treasure hunters, secret societies, and thieving profiteers. In a mad dash to protect the treasure, she finds a courage she never expected and something more—the possibility of true love

Friday, 21 September 2012

Five sentence Friday

Well unlike last week which dragged - this weeks gone a tad faster, but not by much.

Today's five sentences come from my up coming release Tuesday's Child - releases in both print and ebook on all sides of the pond on Oct 19th. And it's exciting cos the book is now up on the coming soon page on the publishers website

Adeline btw, is deaf. Writing a deaf heroine was a challenge but I loved it. Ben is her hearing dog.
Nate is the hero. In this scene he's leading a self defence class.

And your excerpt is:

An arm went around her throat choking her, and another arm grabbed her waist. Panic filled her and everything she’d been taught went out of her mind. She struggled hard, seeing Ben leap to his feet and come running across.
She brought her left foot up sharply against Nate’s shin and then stomped on his foot. At the same time she flung her head back as hard and fast as she could, feeling something crunch as she did so.

Monday, 17 September 2012

Thursday, 13 September 2012

New release:Roaring 20's book 3 - Shifting Sands by JoAnn Carter

Book Three of the Roarin’ Twenties Series: Shifting Sands
Dede White is going to shut down the Fairview sanatorium, no matter what. Her beloved aunt died because of doctors like James Riley and she’s not going to let him trifle with any more lives. But -- James Riley isn’t what she thinks. Unfortunately, Dede doesn’t figure this out until she’s done her best to shut his sanatorium down. She might not be able to repair the damage she’s done, and even if she is, will he be able to love her back?


He drove down through the town of Brown's Mills in silence. As he neared the lake, he pulled off on a side road and stopped by a path that led to the beach. All the while, Dede stayed hunkered down behind his seat. "You can get up now."

She slowly raised herself up to the back seat and then peered out the window to double check. Apparently, she was satisfied. She sank down into the seat and sighed.

"Why are you in my car?"

"I told you..."

He held up his hand. "Dede, wanting to talk and hiding are two different things."

In a small voice she said, "I didn't want to damage your reputation any more than I already have. People are starting to talk... someone is spreading a rumor that the only reason I worked on the Thanksgiving program was to get my foot in the door of the sanatorium." She swallowed. "You know, to use things against you. But that's not true."

James closed his eyes. It was as plain to him as the nose on his face that Dede did not act vindictively against him, yet he could see how it would easily be construed as so. "Dede..."

"I am to blame for everything." Dede rested her hand on his shoulder. "Do you think you could ever find room in your heart to forgive me?"

A shock of awareness zipped through him. Now he was frustrated not only with the circumstance, but the attraction he still felt toward Dede. She's hurting, but why should I have to comfort her when I'm the one who has just lost everything?

A verse filled his mind. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

He sighed and turned around. "Dede, I know that you didn't set out to hurt me... that what you did, you did for your aunt... but it does affect me."

She kept her gaze fastened upon her clasped hands. "I realize that." She peeked up. The tears that filled her soft gray eyes were nearly his undoing. "So what now?"

He opened his door, stepped out, then opened her door, and offered her his hand. She took it and stood next to him. He bundled her up in his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head. "I think it's past time that we both lay our burdens down at the foot of the cross and seek the Lord." He looked out over the glistening water. "I've been real diligent to tell Him what I want... but not so much in asking what He wants." He lifted his head and looked down at her. "Will you do that with me? Ask Him to guide us."

She sniffled but then nodded. "I'd like that. Very much."

"Good. Let’s go to church together on Sunday."

Dede's eyes grew large. "But..."

He held a finger to her lips. "Shh. What others think about you or me is not what's important -- only what God thinks. If people want to talk, nowhere you go or nothing you do is going to stop that."

"Yes, I suppose you're right."

He tweaked her nose. "I like hearing you say that."

She gave him a wobbly smile. "Oh, James. I truly am sorry."

He leaned down and rested his forehead up against hers. "And I truly forgive you."
Purchase Links:
 Coming soon to B&N, CBD, and other e-book retailers

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

9/11 in memorium

A repost but worth it

Like most of us, I know exactly where I was and what I was doing. I was at my parents. Two kids at school three miles away. It was 2.15pm. Neighbours had just finished and Dad asked if I'd like to watch Diagnosis Murder. I said yes so he kept the TV on.

A black screen came up saying "news report". We went live to New York and stayed there. I was driving to the school to collect R and C when the first tower fell. I arrived home and put the TV on in time to see the second fall. The TV just stayed on as hope faded. Like when Princess Diana died, we waited for someone to tell us it was a joke. But they never did.

On Oct 11th 2001 a friend sent me this.

Michael wrote:
I had a very dear friend question my faith in God right after the terrorist attack on America. Her question was simply put, "Where is your God today?" She was very hurt, as all Americans were, so I tried not to react defensively. Since that moment I have prayed and grieved over the disastrous events.

However, I believe I have the answer. I know where my God was the morning of September 11, 2001! He was very busy. First of all, he was trying to discourage anyone from taking this flight. Those four flights together held over 1000 passengers and there was only 266 aboard.
He was on 4 commercial flights giving terrified passengers the ability to stay calm. Not one of the family members who was called by a loved one on one of the high-jacked planes said that passengers were screaming in the background. On one of the flights he was giving strength to passengers to try to overtake the high-jackers.

He was busy trying to create obstacles for employees at the World Trade Centre. After all only around 20,000 were at the towers when the first jet hit. Since the buildings hold over 50,000workers, this was a miracle in itself. How many of the people who were employed at the WTC told the media that they were late for work or they had traffic delays. He was holding up 2-110 story buildings so that 2/3 of the workers could get out. I was so amazed that the top of the towers didn't topple when the jets impacted.

Although this is without a doubt the worst thing I have seen in my life, I can see God's miracles in every bit of it. I keep thinking about my friend and praying for her every chance I have. I can’t imagine going through such a difficult time and not believing in God. Life would be hopeless.

I stitched this tribute piece in 6 months

I wrote a poem a year later.

Manhattan Skyline

Towering above the Manhattan Skyline
The twin towers of the World Trade Centre stood.
Dwarfing the city, in elegant beauty,
They symbolised all for which America stands.
The financial heart of the slumber-less city,
Standing for justice, for truth and for love.
A base for all nations, to work and to live in
A city within a city it stood.

Out of a cloudless blue sky in September
Disaster struck in the blink of an eye
Planes crashed into each of the towers
Bringing horror and terror and death.
The Pentagon, a field in Pennsylvania
Were also hurt by this terrorist act
Thousands of people were killed or were injured
Or were widowed and orphaned too.

The images of the towers on fire were live on the tv,
Smoke billowing out as they burnt
Then falling and collapsing, one after the other
Together in life and together in death.
Out of the dust, came the story of hero’s
Giving their lives so that others may live
People that should have been there but weren’t
People that shouldn’t have been there, but were.

Memories of that September morning
Will live on within us each day,
As we mourn those we lost,
On the planes, on the ground
One day in history we cannot forget.

One year on and the pain is still here
And the anger and hurt that we felt.
The site is now cleared, and plans on the table
To rebuild and renew and remember.

9/11 will always serve to remind us
Of just what harm hatred does
But it also can serve to remind us
Of just what friendship can do.

© Clare Sept 2002

a picture that says a thousand words

Andy Murray. US Open champion 2012
The first Brit in 76 years to win a grand slam.

picture from the BBC.

He's not the new Fred Perry. He's Andy Murray. Always will be.

Monday, 10 September 2012

Moaning Monday

In an effort to blog more, lets try this.

It's Monday - no one likes them right? So here on my blog you get to moan about one thing each Monday and no one can tell you not to do so. And the picture is mine and totally nothing to do with the post... Or is it lol.

I'll kick off.

Telecom company. (shall remain nameless)
Asked on Friday for a new number. Was told Sat.
Sat - new number?? Nooooo. Was told we forgot. Sorry it'll be done tomorrow
Sun - still no number. Was told... we don't work Sunday's. Sorry. We meant Monday
Monday.... No New Number.

But I told everyone it'll be up and running by Sat. Including my broadband company. And now the nets being stupid cos no one knows which number i should be connected to...

ok. Moan over. You're turn.....

Friday, 7 September 2012

Five sentence Friday

It's Friday, so you get five sentences from the current WIP. It's still Sunday's Child but I've just passed 41k so once Hattie and Cal stop changing the plot on me, it'll soon be done.  I'm handwriting draft one and typing up draft two at the same time. The hand written version is about 2 chapters ahead of the typed version.

Before you ask, no this wasn't in the chapter plan. It wasn't even in the handwritten draft one. It suddenly appeared in the typed up draft two. So will have to make notes on the hand written one now. Sigh...

But here you go. Today's five sentences.

She ran a hand down his face. “I’m marrying you and nothing is going to stop me from doing that.”
He leaned into her touch, catching her fingers with his lips. “Good--maybe we elope.”
“Or just post the banns today and marry in three months’ time in which ever church can fit us in.”

Thursday, 6 September 2012

today at work...

I've come to the conclusion I obviously don't blog about the right kind of things or my posts are just too boring as the number of page views is practically zero. Some times it is. Zero that is. 

About the only time I get into double figures is when I have someone else blogging here. Maybe that's the key. Maybe I am boring and ppl just don't want to know about what I'm writing or not writing. Or where I went on holiday. Or my wedding photos or how long I've been married.

So this is probably going to rate about a zero too. 

But this morning at work, we got the hoops out. You know, those multicoloured things the gymnasts do clever things with? Well most of the kids were just hula-hooping or throwing them so they worked like boomerangs and came back to you.

One kid, we'll call him Zach (not his real name), was running manically around the hall holding a hoop flat against each leg. Then he stopped and a couple of the other kids (we'll call them Sam and Peter) started cheering and clapping.

Next Zach twisted around - again keeping the hoops by his legs - and then looked at if he were shoot at Sam. At this point I intervened (as shooting/fighting/etc isn't allowed) and asked him what they were playing.

"I'm a paraolympic athlete," he said. "These are my wheels because I don't have legs. I just won a race and now I'm doing archery."

How's that for an imaginative use of the play equipment?

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Twenty years ago today...

Dean and I got married twenty years ago today. 1pm Carey Baptist Church, Reading.
That's why this post was scheduled for 1pm rather than the usual 9am or earlier :)

Cezzi in my wedding dress

Jessie in my wedding dress

On the church steps

in Forbury Gardens

And in case you were wondering....

this was taken when J was a baby of about 8 months. So 12 years or so ago. Sadly when I tried the dress on a couple months ago, it didn't do up anymore. Stomach, waist, hips, no problem... But any further than mid back and nada. But I think to get in my wedding dress after 3 kids in 8yrs is pretty impressive, huh?

So happy anniversary Dean. Here's to the next 20 years.