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blogging withdrawal symptoms

Is suffering blog withdrawal symptoms lol. Having posted everyday til the 25th - cept those few days when i was too sick to even look at a comp, it seems strange not doing so. Well I've been busy rewriting Rescue Dawn. It was fun doing it and I think its better for it. Now going back to Tuesdays Child. Figured I should have 3 done before I send the proposal of 7 to my editor. However Sky would fit into this wonderfully and wouldn't take much rewriting in order to do it. So that's a possibility. In other news, R has succumbed to the dreaded lurgy. He's slept most of the last 2 days. He wants to go to my sisters tomorrow, but that depends how he is. I dyed my hair this morning. It didn't look this colour on the packet tho, lol. Can't get a decent photo as you either get the double chin, missing teeth or both at the same time. So no photo. I found a load of free books on Amazon, so I've added some to my kindle. I can get 3500 on there apparantly. Currently h

advent calender day 25

Pictures from the BBC Nativity which aired this week. And now for todays final story December 25th Sophie sat by the phone. She had opened her stocking presents after breakfast, but wasn’t particularly interested in them. The rest of the presents still sat unopened under the tree. Her older brother David was building his Lego spaceship. Grandma was cooking dinner in the kitchen as Mummy had left the house very suddently before church. The phone rang and Mummy answered it. She'd burst into tears and shooed them from the room. After a bit, Grandma and Grandad arrived and Mummy went out. It had been a horrid day. The worst Christmas ever. Normally they had dinner just after church in the morning, but not today. Then they opened all rest of the presents after the Queen’s Speech, but not today. The presents sat unopened under the tree and even though there were a few with her name on, none were what she wanted. That wouldn’t come in a box or wrapping paper. The best prese

Advent calender Dec 24

eyes wide open, peeping over the edge of the bed "He's been!" an excited voice calls. "Shhh," a giggle. "You'll wake them up." feet patter from one room to the other paper rustles as eager fingers empty stockings trying to work out what the parcels are. "Mine's bigger than yours." "Can we wake them now? What's the time?" more footsteps, this time heavier as they run to the clock. "It's only two am. Mummy said six." "Don't want to wait... let's go see if they're awake." footsteps and dragging noises excited whispers the door gets pushed open "Mummy are you awake?" not answering she keeps her breathing regular "Daddy are you awake?" "No." "Oh... okay.... He says he's not awake." laughter from the hallway "Maybe he's sleeping then..." he tries not to laugh wondering how anyone could sleep with all this noise.

advent calender dec 23

in lieu of a story - well to save putting it in one lol I bring you Stained Glass Window biscuits. For the biscuits 350g/12oz plain flour, plus extra for dusting 1 tsp bicarbonate of soda ½ tsp salt 2 tsp ground ginger 100g/3½oz butter 175g/6oz soft brown sugar 1 free-range egg, beaten 4 tbsp golden syrup packet wrapped fruit-flavoured boiled sweets in different colours To decorate tube ready-made white icing (optional) narrow ribbon Method 1. Preheat the oven to 180C/350F/Gas 4. 2. For the biscuits, mix the flour, bicarbonate of soda, salt and ginger together in a bowl. 3. Rub in the butter until the mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs, then stir in the sugar. 4. In another bowl, beat together the egg and golden syrup, then pour this mixture into the flour mixture and mix to make a smooth dough, kneading lightly with your hands. 5. Crush the sweets in their wrappers using a rolling pin. 6. Roll the dough out on a floured work surface to about 0.5cm/¼in thick, then cut into sh

advent calender day 22

Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas this year is a little help around the house from my husband. I know he has a really really important job and all and is super busy right now, but honestly, I work too. I have a novel deadline coming up and the house is so full too. The kids have thier friends over and they all want feeding. And honestly they seem to think the laundry does itself. Then there's the baking, cleaaning, more laundry, dinner to do for at least 20 tonight. The dishes after dinner. It seems I'm the only one who knows how to wash dishes. Anyway, if you could see it clear to getting him to help i'd appreciate it. Hugs and kisses Mrs Claus ps if you're late home again tonight then your dinner will be IN the dog.

advent day 21

Pastor Jack looked at himself in the mirror tugged the jacket down over the unaccustomed girth he’d gained. He glanced up and saw the laughter in Cassie’s eyes. Then he rolled his eyes as there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Matt and Kyle came in. “You wanted to see...” Matt broke off then he laughed as he saw Jack. “I told you that you shouldn't have had that extra cake at lunch,” Kyle managed laughing hard. Jack sulked. Cassie laughed. “But honey, its such a lovely shade of red.” “Don’t even go there,” Jack screwed his nose up at her. “It’s not even my colour.” Cassie handed him the false beard and wig. “But you look cute,” she said, her smile widening as she watched him put them on. Jack humphed and pulled the hat on. “Not as cute as the three of you will do in these!” He held up three outfits with a huge smirk on his face. Then he laughed as he watched the grins on the faces of the others replaced by horror. “Oh no,” Cassie said backing away. “Oh yes,” he

advent calender day 20

“What is it?” Sophie asked picking up the doll. “It’s a nutcracker,” Grandma told her. “Looks more like a doll.” He smiled. “It is but it's a magical doll.” “Magic?” Her eyes widened. “Does he have a story?” “He certainly does.” Grandma sat on the couch next to her. “Once upon a time,” she began. An hour later she finished reading and looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. She wondered if Sophie were dreaming of soldiers and mice men and sugar plum faires.

advent calender day 19

Sara looked down at the mess in front of her. It had looked so easy when she read the instructions and she wanted this to be perfect and special. This was their first real Christmas together. Last year did not count. She had been trying to ignore how she really felt about Luke and trying to hate him instead. After all he was the cop who was pretending to be the father of her unborn twins and masquerading as her dead husband. Then she had been kidnapped and then rescued in the early hours of Christmas morning only to then pass out and need an emergency caesarean section. At least that had brought the both of them to their senses and he had proposed a few days later. So this was their first Christmas as husband and wife. The twins’ first Christmas as well as their first birthday. The huge tree sat in the bay window and Luke’s pile of perfectly wrapped presents sat there mocking the pathetic attempt in front of her. Sara threw the screwed piece of paper across the room and screamed in

advent calender day 18

The tall carpenter stood in the stable, looking down at the tiny newborn baby in his arms. Mary, his wife, lay exhausted on the pile of straw beside him. He loved her so much, didn’t think they’d have make it. Especially with everywhere full and Mary in labour. He’d never tell anyone how scared he was the last few hours. And as for delivering the baby himself... He shuddered. He’d done it, but never again. He sat down slowly, the babe still sleeping peacefully in his arms. The angel said this babe was the son of God. It wasn’t his flesh and blood he knew that. He’d known for months. He’d been ready to divorce Mary, furious that she’d cheated on him, but the angel had set him right on that score. His faith and love for the woman nest to him wasn’t misplaced or in vain. He stroked the babe’s cheek. “I will protect you, love you, raise you as much as any children I may have in the future with your mother.” He took a deep breath. “Lord, where do I, a mere carpenter, fit into this plan Yo

advent calender day 17

yay and caught up Dec 17th Yannick sat on the hillside—alone. The darkness seemed deeper than before and even the stars seemed dull and boring. Except for that new one which hung over the town, almost as bright as day where it shone. Ever since those shiny sky people appeared singing and raving about a baby born in town—in a stable of all places—nothing had been the same. Everyone had rushed off to see if the story was true. Everyone apart from him. He had to stay here and look after the stupid sheep. Being the only kid still living at home sucked some times. No make that all the time. Yannick do this. Yannick do that. Yannick go make up the 20 rooms for the unexpected guests this census has brought us. Yannick go feed the animals. Yannick go help your brother with the sheep tonight. Yannick stay here while we go see and see this Saviour who’s been born. Dawn broke. Strange...that star still shone, bright as anything. Where was everyone? Yannick sat up straight. Was that singing? Ov

advent calender day 16

day 16 Guest post by my friend and fellow author Donna A really good present Lise stared at the tree as the lights blinked off and on, then looked back down at the popcorn in her hand. She popped one in her mouth and chewed while she slipped the needle and thread through another piece, careful not to break it. “Why can’t daddy come home for Christmas?” Her mother glanced down from the step stool then looked back up and finished placing the angel on the tree. “Because he has a very important job, sweetheart. He has to keep lots of people safe.” Tina watched her daughter scrunch up her forehead as she tried to reason through her next question. Four years was hardly old enough to understand that evil never slept. “But daddy could come home when the bad people go home for Christmas.” Tina stepped down and folded the stool, leaning it against the closet door to put away later. She sat down on the couch next to her daughter and picked up the other threaded needle and a handful of popco

advent calender day 15

ok so feeling a little better now. on couch with laptop and gonna catch up then doze a little. Day 15 Kyle stood next to Holly as they looked in wonder at the tree under the pagoda in the centre of the park. It towered above them and the lights and coloured baubles sparkled against the winter snow. Next to it sat a table with cards for Christmas wishes. Several children were making long lists of what they wanted Santa to bring them. Kyle had done the same every year since a small child. The feelings of nostalgia it provoked never changed. Would she think him silly, or would she fill one in, too? Holly shoved her hands into her pockets. "The tree's beautiful. It puts mine to shame." Kyle raised an eyebrow. "I think your tree is awesome." "Uh huh. Not compared with this." "Compared to mine it is." "That's because you don't have one." He hesitated for a moment then pointed a gloved finger at her, his breath hanging on t

guest author - Delia Latham

(Crawls off sick bed to post this cos I promised. Advent calender will continue soon i promise. Apologies for typos etc but i'm still incredibly sick.) Today we have my friend and fellow White Rose author Deila Latham - on the release day of her book. Congrats Delia. :) Blurb: Is a little respect too much to ask at a parent’s funeral? Apparently it is for Destiny May. Clay Gallagher is built like a small mountain and far more vocal than is fitting when he shows up late to her mother’s “going away party.” When it turns out he’s not even at the right funeral, Destiny demands retribution in the form of an escape from the day’s dreary proceedings. Spending time with a handsome stranger who makes her laugh is more therapeutic than fighting with her overbearing family. Clay finds Destiny beautiful, charming...and intelligent. So why is she stubbornly determined to open a Christian dating service? Clay has little respect for such a frivolous profession, and doesn’t think the small,

advent calender - day 14

Jared looked at Elspeth and rolled his eyes. “Not more cooking.” “It's Christmas and with your brothers coming over for the day, they'll eat me out of house and home you know that.” “True. So what you making this time?” “Cranberry flapjacks. The way your mum always made them.” Jared smiled. “Those will go down a storm. Next to Mum you're the only person who got them right.” “That’s because I follow her recipe and don’t try doing it off the cuff like some people.” He looked down at the card and read the ingredients out to her. “4oz oats, 3 tablespoons honey, 2oz self-raising flour, 1 egg, 4 tablespoons dried cranberries.” He looked up. “Would probably be nice with fresh cranberries too.” She nodded. “I bet they would. Okay now what do I do?” “Mix together the oats, honey, self-raising flour, egg and dried cranberries. This should form a thick batter.” Jared watched as she did what he said. “You know she used to sing when she did these when we were kids,” he said. H

advent calender - day 13

From another WIP - Piece of Sky Sara gasped. Filling the bay window was a huge pine Christmas tree. “It’s beautiful.” She moved over to it and touched it. “It’s real. I never had a real tree before.” Luke chuckled. “Of course it’s real. You like it?” “I love it. Thank you.” She turned and threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. She’d been so awful to him, and he went and got her a tree. Luke returned the hug and kissed her cheek. “You’re welcome, Sara. I got a selection of lights and decorations as well. I thought we could decorate it this afternoon.” “I’d like that a lot. Aunt Mary and I always decorated the tree together.” Sara pulled back, embarrassed at what she'd done. She'd kissed him. Again. What was she thinking? And he kissed her back. Her cheek was aflame where his lips had touched it. She turned around. “All we need is some Christmassy music.” “That’s in there, too.” Luke pulled out three CD’s and handed them to her. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like,

advent calander - day 12

short piece taken from Saving Christmas Matt stood at the front. “Most of you know I work in a Christmas shop. And yes I know it’s only July, but Christmas isn’t just for December. And it’s not just about the shopping, trees and decorations either. It’s about the gift God gave. The greatest gift of all—the birth of His Son, Jesus Christ. Without Christmas, there would be no Easter. No Christmas, no salvation. Mary and Joseph began the miracle by saying yes to God. We too can say yes to God and make sure the miracle continues as He gives us His great gift of salvation through His Son. No matter what else we think we may need in life, more than anything we need God’s love.”


you know...if ppl wonder why I don't often do give aways...there's a very good reason. I did 2 recently. Neither person I sent a copy of the book to responded - no thank you, no yes I got it, no nothing. I was considering doing antoher but maybe not.

advent calender - day 11

Nov 14th Sitting looking at the piece of card in front of her, Sophie had no idea what she was going to draw. Everyone else in her class was busy drawing Christmas cards for their parents on the front lines. Sophie had tried to do a reindeer, but it looked more like a cow and George laughed at her. Then she tried drawing Santa only it looked stupid, so she screwed it up. He wouldn’t grant her wish if she didn’t draw him right and Daddy wouldn't be home for Christmas. Tears filled her eyes. The teacher came over and sat down next to her. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t do it,” she managed. “It has to be special cos it’s for Daddy.” “How about a snowman? That’s just two circles with stick arms. Could you manage that?” “Can try,” she whispered. She took the new piece of card and picked up her pencil. As she drew, her tongue poked out from between her lips. Finally she drew something she was happy with but most importantly, something she knew Daddy would like. It was hot where he was,

Advent calender - day 10

Day 10 - and today you get a missing scene with Holly. The MC from Season for Miracles. The letter was waiting for her when she got home from work. The postmark gave it away, even if she hadn't recognised her brother's handwriting. It was from Drew. Dropping her bag and coat to the floor, Holly ripped open the envelope, sinking down on the chair at the kitchen table to read. The card showed her brother, his wife and boys sitting on the beach, in swimsuits, wearing Santa hats. Inside was a letter. Dear Holly, Merry Christmas, sis. I know we speak on MSN and web cam and email, but you can't have a Christmas card without the boring family letter, can you? Only I ran out of them and can’t be bothered to print another one off. So (waves fingers and pokes out tongue) tough, you get me rambling on instead. As I write this the kids are creating havoc. Something to do with the fact that Danny wants to put the Santa on the tree and Petie won’t let him. Still Karen can deal with th

Advent Calender - Day Nine

Rose looked up. “Is this right?” she asked. Her hands were covered with cuts from the holly prickles but she wasn’t going to complain. She had never made one of these before and was having fun. Her mother looked at her. “Yes it is.” She pulled the five candles out of the bag. It had taken some searching to find them at all, never mind in the correct colours. “Ohhh pretty,” Rose whispered. She reached out a hand and touched them gently. Her father leaned in the doorway watching them. “Each one means something different,” Mother said. “The first violet one stands for hope, the second violet one for peace, then the rose one for joy, the last violet one for love and the white one is the arrival of the light of the world.” “Can we light them now?” Rose asked. Father moved into the room. “Not yet, one a week for the four weeks of advent,” he told her. “But you can carry it out into the main room for me.” Rose beamed and picked up the advent crown carrying it carefully out of the room.

Advent Calender - day 8

Elspeth looked up as her husband Phil came in from work. “Hey handsome,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. She shivered as he stood behind her and wrapped his cold arms around her. Then she shuddered as his cold lips brushed against her neck. “You’re cold.” “Of course. It’s cold out there.” He pulled her closer to him and looked over her shoulder. “What are you making?” “Wreath biscuits,” she said stirring the pan. “Sounds yummy. So tell me while I warm up by putting my freezing cold self all over this nice warm person in front of me.” She shook her head. “Fine. To make sixteen wreaths you take a large saucepan. In said large saucepan, you melt half a cup of margarine over a low heat. Then add 10 ounces of marshmallows and stir until completely melted. Remove from heat and stir in the green food colouring.” He grinned as she recited the recipe to him. He liked her doing this, standing behind her as she baked and taught him at the same time. “Then what?” “You add 6 cups of cor

Advent Calender - Day 7

Today you get an unedited extract from the WIP - Tuesday's Child. In this scene Niamh and her husband Jared enjoy the snow. Four thirty am. Niamh got out of bed and crept to the window. Peeping past the thick curtains, she saw the snow lying thick and pristine across the dark garden. Smiling she slid on her coat and gloves and boots and went outside. She slowly made tracks all round the garden then busied herself building a snowman. She gave it twigs for arms, stones for eyes and buttons and another twig for a mouth. Going indoors she got a carrot for a nose and Jared’s spare cap for a hat. Setting it on the snowmanm, she stood back, surveying her handiwork and smiled. A tapping on the window made her look up. Jared stood silhouetted against the window shaking his head at her. She waved him to come down and join her but he shook his head harder and mimed it being too cold. She pulled a face and turned away lowering her shoulders to make it look as if she were sad. Less than a mi

Advent Calender - Day 6

Nativity play Rosie looked at her brother. “Is Daddy here yet?” she asked. Darren shook his head. “Course he isn’t. He never is. It’ll be work or the traffic or some other excuse. When will you realise he just doesn’t care enough to be here?” he told her sharply. “But he promised he’d be here,” Rosie said, her bottom lip trembling. “I get to be Mary and he promised he’d be here to see.” Darren put his arms round his little sister. “Don’t cry Rosie,” he said. “I’m here. I’ll sit in the audience with Mum and watch you.” “Want Daddy,” she said, pushing the white cloth off her head. She started to cry. “Don’t want do it if he’s not here.” Her teacher, Mrs Edwards, looked at her and then went and found Lou. “I’m sorry Mrs Williams, but Rosie is rather upset. She’s refusing to do this. Perhaps if you had a word?” Lou nodded and left her coat on the chair. She followed the teacher to the back of the stage. Darren looked at her. “Mum… I tried but…” Lou smiled, gathering her sobbing da

Advent calender - Day 5

Homeless The Christmas lights hang brightly from the lamp posts. The tinsel adorns shop windows are filled with trees and more lights. Music blares from all the shops. People hustle and bustle, busy busy busy with lists to cross off and bags to fill. Cards to post and presents to buy. Food to cook and cakes to make. People to see and family to spend time with. Brightly decorated homes to go back to, central heating, lights, running water. A home. He sits there, silent and invisible to everyone, his clothes torn and full of holes. By his feet is the plastic bag filled with all he owns. Down on his luck through no fault of his own he has no home other than the doorway in which he sits. His bed a bench in the park in the summer and a doorway or box in the winter. I see the lights and hear the music but they mean nothing to me. They are just memories of a time long ago when I had a family and friends to be with. I watch as the people walk past me and hear snatches of conversation. The

Destiny's Dream Blog Tour

CONTEST: The Daughters of Destiny contest will be underway as of December 1. In lieu of giveaways from blog to blog, I’m encouraging all of you to visit my contest page and take part in this giveaway. I also encourage you to tell your friends about it…and their friends…and theirs! J I have TWO absolutely stunning decorative bottles, AND a wonderful, aromatic anointing oil to go in them. The contest has two parts. One decorative bottle/anointing oil will be awarded in each part. There are ample opportunities build up your entries, so come on over and check it out! Destiny’s Dream Blog Tour (Delia Latham) Dec. 1, 2010 – Jan. 31, 2011 Date Host Blog Addy Dec. 1 Jeannie Campbell Dec. 7 Gail Palotta Dec. 8 Heidi Main

Author spotlights

Holiday author spotlights blog promotion Date: December 4 - 24 2010 Location: Visit each day through Christmas Eve. Author spotlights on Christmas stories and new releases from White Rose Publishing I have two spotlights - Dec 5th (Season for Miracles) and Dec 24th (Saving Christmas). Please come support us. Commenters on the blog showcase will be entered into drawings for ebooks provided by White Rose Publishing

Advent Calender - Day 4

Dec 4th The snow lay thick and deep and the hill looked tall and imposing. Will struggled onwards with his heavily laden sledge. His mother had sent him out giving him explicit instructions to get there and back before the next snow storm hit but as he glanced up at the heavy grey leaden sky he was not sure he was going to make it. His legs sank into the powdery whiteness, almost to his knees and once or twice he slipped as he hit a patch of ice. Once all the boxes fell off the sledge and he had to flounder and grope around in the snow trying to find them all. He knew there were fifteen but he only managed to find fourteen. Will counted again. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Where was it? It had to be there. It was almost the smallest one but the most important one. They played such a big part in the Christmas story that they had to have one. The old one had got lost when they moved so his father had ordered in a new one. Small flakes of snow began to fall, whirling round him, blowing

Fire Dragon's Angel - Barbara Blythe

Fire Dragon's Angel - Barbara Blythe Can a hero ever live up to his reputation? For seven years, Ceressa Quarles has secretly admired Latimer Kirkleigh. Latimer has spent those same seven years disappointing everyone he loves. When they reunite, she finds him jaded, arrogant...and still irresistible. He finds her disconcerting, headstrong...and beautiful. As responsibility and tragedy intertwine, Ceressa and Latimer are set upon a course that neither is prepared to travel. Forced to flee her English home, Ceressa accepts a marriage proposal from Latimer and finds herself living in a savage, colonial wilderness embroiled in rebellion. With their lives at risk and any chance at love hidden deep within their precarious marriage of convenience, Ceressa and Latimer battle for the stability of a new world and peace within their own hearts.

Advent Calendar - Day Three

Dec 3rd 2010 (This story uses some of the characters from Season for Miracles and Saving Christmas as minor characters. However, as always the story is independent.) Pastor Jack walked slowly through the empty church. In a matter of hours it would be full for the midnight carol service and there was a lot to do before then. He set down the pile of holly he had in his arms and looked at the front of the church. He wanted to do it differently this year, but for the life of him could not think how. Footsteps behind him made him jump. Who could it be? His smile widened at the sight of his wife. Her red polo necked sweater peaked out of her long black coat, matching the black hair and red cheeks perfectly. “Hi, Izzy. What are you doing here?” Izzy smiled back, moving to hug him tightly. Her cold lips pressed against his warm ones. “Holly, Chrissie and I thought we’d come give you a hand,” she said. “Kyle volunteered to baby sit. Then he roped Matt in to help him.” Jack laughed. “They’l

Advent Calender - Day Two

Snow lay thick on the ground, the whole town caught unawares by the sudden early snowfall. It was the beginning of December and it didn't usually snow until January. School was out early and Beth was determined to make the most of it. Mummy didn't pick her up anymore as she was a big girl now and she walked with Jack, her older brother. He was eleven and that was practically grown up. They made giant steps in the snow, then pixie steps. They tossed snowballls and then they ran fast blowing clouds of steam like trains do in Grandad's picture books, cheeks red and glowing, her eyes bright and sparkling. Jack climbed onto the front gate and jumped landing feet first like a cat. “Come on Beth,” he called. Beth slowly climbed the gate and jumped. She landed flat on her back to the sound of her brother’s laughter. Winded she lay there for a moment. Then she poked her tongue at him and made snow angels. Jumping up she ran laughing and breathless after Jack down the path. They r

Behind door number one

For the next 24 days I bring you 24 short Christmas stories. Dec 1st Victoria looked up at her parents, her eyes full of tears. “But, Mummy, I need it.” Her mother shook her head. “The letter from the school says you need a white tee shirt, white tights and some gold tinsel.” “And this. Daddy, tell her...” Rob looked at her. “Vicky you don’t need a wig. You have lovely long blonde hair. You’ll make a beautiful angel” Victoria stamped her feet. “Need it, need it, need it,” she yelled. “Angels do not have red hair,” he explained patiently. “So you don’t need a red wig.” “Christmas angels do,” Victoria insisted. “The song says so. So we have to have red hair.” Rob looked at his wife confused. The only song he knew with red in was Rudolf the red nosed reindeer and a couple about Santa. Neither contained angels. “What song?” he asked. His daughter looked at him. “The hair red angel one.” It still did not ring a bell. “I don’t know it.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “Yes you do!” she


First cold for ages and I go get it now. Knew it was coming the past couple days cos my nose had been running and bleeding which is always a sign. But now my throat feels like Mr. Kruger's been at it and I really don't wanna go to work... Its below freezing again. At least the snow they promised hasn't come. Yet. There is still time. Went to see the girls in their school musical last night. They did a version of the Nutcracker with some modern pieces mixed in it for the exam students. It was really good. And you know something - it was a PE production. Yup. You read that right. Dance is as important as football and hockey and any other sport. They invovled the Whole School. REhersals took place during PE lessons as well as after school and the whole thing was put together in 11 weeks. And it was Brilliant!

snow, snow go away. Don't come back another day

The snow they forecast can go away. It can go back up north where they already have 16 or 17 ins of the nasty white stuff. Had enough of it in Jan. It's bad enough walking to work in temps of -7C or 19F. Actually it reached -0.89F in parts of the UK last night. Taht's -17C And that my friends is a tad chilly :P **** So Saving Christmas came out last week and Dad bought three copies. One for each comp and a spare. Why? Because he said $1 isn't much for a book. **** So off back to writing where somehow the heroine just got caught up in a bank robbery. Tell you, the last person in this here series is gonna refuse to get married or even date cos stuff just keeps happening LOL **** sorry. got scene breaks on the mind now :P I've written my cards and made my cake and done some shopping... hmm is there a holiday coming up in the UK by any chance?

New Release - Saving Christmas by Clare Revell

Rather than do the expected thing, Christmas Daniels, pursued a high powered career in London, flying across the world, never being home long enough for anything. When her father is taken ill, she returns to Hollies Christmas Emporium, an all year round Christmas shop to run it in his absence. Matt Pringle, store artist and accountant, doesn't make a good impression on his new boss when he accuses her of stealing his parking space. Wanting to make up for it, he tries to impress her, but ends up falling for her instead. When the store is threatened with closure, Christmas, who insists on being called Chrissie sacrifices everything to try to save it. A committed Christian, Matt knows that Chrissie needs saving just as much. Will their growing attraction help Matt save Christmas before it’s too late? Avaliable from White Rose Publishing and and

Guest Author - Tanya Stowe

Today I have Tanya Stowe with me, talking about her new release from WRP - Tender Touch CR - How did you come up with your premise? Is there a story behind your book? How did the story evolve? TS - Years ago when my children were young, my husband discovered that he needed to return to school to complete some of his studies. His classes were intense and I found myself acting as a single parent to four young, rambunctious children. To help me out, my sister organized a long summer vacation touring the California Gold Country. One sunny morning we set off in her motorhome, my four children, my sister and I. We visited Sutter’s Mill, Columbia, Angel’s Camp, most of the major gold camps of the past. I was struck by the beaut y of the gold country, the mountains, caverns and rivers, so different from the deserts of Southern California where I lived. We parked in many remote spots. During the day, we let the kids romp and play but at night, we locked the camper door, shut the blinds an

New release - Tender Touch by Tanya Stowe

Tender Touch - Tanya Stowe Lacy Butler is graced with the gift of healing. She can save strangers—even those undeserving—yet fails to save her mother. Rejecting her gift, God, and society, she's content to live alone high above the mining town of Harperville. But her solitude is shattered when Royce Darnell builds a water flume through the middle of her mountain. To protect her sanctuary, Lacy sabotages his efforts. Little does she expect Royce to track her through a blizzard and end up half frozen to death on her doorstep. She can heal him, but why should she when he threatens to steal her peace...and her heart? With the livelihood of the miners and their families depending on his project, Royce refuses to stop building, no matter how good the reason or how lovely the masked saboteur turns out to be. Besides, he's convinced God wants Lacy to use her gift for good and not to hole up in her cabin like a reticent recluse afraid of human contact. But first, she must

12 days of Christmas blog tour

Several authors have got together for the 12 days of Christmas blog tour. Sandra has made a video you can see here: The blog entries will be here: Believing is Seeing blog It should be fun :) My day is the 7th Dec. And on the 6th Dec I'm over on Tayna's blog - which I will edit in when i find the link. oops.

new wrp release - Continents Apart by Dana Sudboro

Continents Apart by Dana Sudboro (image to follow when blogger decides to play nice lol) Odette Peterson has a clear understanding of where the Lord wants her, and that's in the African missionary field. When she meets veteran missionary, Xavier Sand, she embraces their budding relationship. He's everything she's wanted in a man: Christian, kind, and a man who's dedicated his life to ministry. But when he insists she put aside her evangelization efforts and join him in Japan, she finds she must let Xavier go. Xavier cannot understand why Odette stubbornly clings to the idea that God wants her in Africa. Missionary, yes, but she can do missionary work anywhere. After all, he does. Despite all his efforts to convince her to change her conviction, she refuses and Xavier finds himself floundering for significance in his life. Across three continents, and with others vying for their hearts, Odette and Xavier must learn to trust that God knows what's best for t

Release Day

It's Finally Nov 5th and release day for Season for Miracles . It's also on the front page of the website today. A Killer lurks in Headley Cross… …And Holly Carmichael is the only woman to survive his attack. Now she lives in fear, searching for normalcy and trying to put her life back together. When she meets Kyle Stevens, he turns her world upside-down. He’s as exasperating as he is appealing. How can Holly make sense of her awakening feelings when she’s so unsure of Kyle? His voice is familiar, he’s left-handed, and he wears the serial killer’s cologne. Who is he…really? As Holly struggles to restore her damaged faith, she must find the strength to trust once again—in Kyle and in God. Kyle Stevens isn’t ready to live again. Racked by guilt, he’s afraid to feel. His sole focus is finding the Headley Cross serial killer—his girlfriend's murderer. That is, until he meets Holly Carmichael. He’s drawn to Holly, vows to protect her where he failed to protect his former

new wallpaper

I made a wallpaper inspired by a hymn I woke up singing and can't get out of my head. lol. you get the full size by clicking on it. The hymn is indescriable by Laura Story. Chris Tomlin has a lovely version of it HERE


What do I do? Nano is two days away. TWO DAYS... and I thought I had it sussed. But this idea just hit me. A time travel romance... heroine thrown back in time, falls in love... yeah then along comes the villian, but with a twist. Hah. Oh I want to write this one.... When Joni Peterson touches a milestone while house sitting for a friend, she is catapulted through time into a world she doesn't recognise. Finding herself 200 years in the past she discovers love in the most unexpected place, namely at the feet of the man whose carriage knocked her down. Lord Sebastian Tyler is being pressure to marry, but has his own ideas on the subject. He has no time for women, especially ones who apparantly attempt suicide under the wheels of his carriage. Excerpt off the top of my head lol: "My name's 'attie, miss. Now don' ye go movin' or nothin' til t'master's bin an' sent for t'doctor. Ye took a nasty bang t'noggin under those 'orses &#

It's Saturday.

Less than a week to go now til Season for Miracles is released :) But the reason for this post is... get yourselves over here and watch. You won't regret it. oh and don't forget the UK clocks go back an hour tonight. YAY for walking to work in daylight again, albeit for a week or so. Nooooooooo it'll be dark by 5.30 and soon by 4pm. Did you know the UK gets between 15 and 19hrs of DARKNESS per day in the winter??? quick lets all move to Australia lol. or better still Canada... who once again are getting the new epis of LAw and Order UK before the UK does. ???? yeah, that's what I thought.


Am I the only person in the world who doesn't celebrate it??? Even the Christians I follow on here seem to be full of dressing up and decorating houses and going out dressed as witches or ghosts... I'm sorry, but I'm not having anything to do with it. No actually I'm not sorry at all. I don't like it. I have a sign from the Thames Valley Police that goes up each year saying no trick or treating here. Kids don't like it but too bad. I know full well ghosts/demons/evil exists. I have had personal experience with it. I do not wish to encourage it back into my house. So Jess is having a light party. Making candle holders, eating doughnuts on a piece of string and a candlelit tea with grandparents.

its done

Rewrite of After the Fire is finished. Starting total was 219 pages and 60,300 words. End total is 237 pages and 63,500 words. I like it. Just hope my editor does. So one more read though tomorrow and then send it back to her.


Yes its nearly that time of year again when several thousand crazy ppls across the world attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. Thirty days to be precise. Kick off is Nov 1st. This yr I am aiming for 100k but will settle for between 50 and 75. To that end I found a 75k calander on the nano site for my desktop. Main problem is I don't write on a Sunday, so only have 26 days to complete it. If I could make my own calander I would, but I am hopeless at making them. Can't get photoshop to co-operate to save my life. anyway... Nano novel this year stars Emmy Rossum as the heroine and Yannick Bisson as the hero. Working title: Guilty...of love in the first degree. Blurb: Tanith Page, was born deaf. With her hearing dog, Jacob, she runs the florist on the High Street in Headley Cross. An innocent bystander, she becomes an eye witness to the attempted assassination of the Prime Minister. As the only person who can ID the shooter, she becomes the sole property of Dete

new book cover

isnt' it lovely :D


blog tour is cancelled, which maybe was a stupid heat of the moment thing to do, but it seemed right at the time. No going back now, just have to deal with it. got a huge TBR pile but can't concentrate enough to read, never mind write atm. Got a week before kids off for half term and I know i'll get nothing done then. Trying to rewrite after the fire, but it seems fairly hopeless atm. Really need to print it off and do it, but at 220 pages....even shrinking it will take masses of paper. :( Could prolly get it to 110 much ink and stuff I can't spare. Sides the chapters need adjusting...some are like 15 pages long which is crazy and adjusting the font size would alter that. Maybe I just carry on as I am and then when i have more ink print it in need a magnifying glass to read this font size. :) Not much else is happening really. Still no release date for book two, but it'll happen in its own time. You know I follow like 30 blogs if not more. Some don't po