New/Old Release

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This was originally published 2014 and it has gone through re-edits and a new cover. I’m halfway through the sequel Hunted, which I hope to be out early next year,

 

Everyone has secrets.
Three years ago Ruby Williams was a killer, as a telekinetic assassin trained by the Blue Isis Group she killed without mercy, until one night she ran and never looked back. Now under a new name, Selene Ryder, and living in a deadbeat town where she should have been safe she’s about to realise that some secrets don’t stay dead and buried.
It takes a handsome widowed doctor and his son for Selene to discover there are some things worth fighting for.

Runaways features explosions, witty sarcasm and an assassin on the run.
This novella is 25k and is part of a series but can be enjoyed by itself.

 

Available Here

 

End of An Era

I first want to say there is no feeling of ill will between me and my former publishing company. I wish them all the best for the future and all their future endeavours.

For those who might try and search for my kindle books, you’ll only find two books. An anthology and my self published title Broken Wings. On Saturday I got two paperback copies of The Firestones and Alpha. Due to a hiccup, Alpha doesn’t have spine information on it. It rules out any library or bookshop taking it. I could sell them at conventions but since I don’t attend them, yet, well I wouldn’t buy a book without a spine on it.

I’ll be re-releasing my books. Moon will be released in December. Alpha in January (expanded and extended), Heartless and The Firestones in February. I hope that you’ll follow me on this journey. It’s intimated. I’ve only self-published one story, so this is essentially jumping feet first into the deep end.

A new story and one year anniversary for another

 

 

A Guild Story #2

Simone LeBeau has done many things in her eventful life, but she never pictured the day she would end up working with Richard Collins. The former messenger has always been a constant thorn in her side but when he offers her a job she can’t refuse.
After they are hired to find out who poisoned Lord Basil Blackstone, they must find out if it’s linked to the Firestones of Akbar, taken by the Blackstone’s during their last trip to Egypt. Simone and Richard are thrust into a world of cults and impending doom.
Demons don’t actually exist, do they?

http://smarturl.it/Firestones-GSBook2

 

A Rachel Valentine Story #2

Rachel Valentine isn’t your typical 16 years old. She ran away to London to find her brother. Meet a werewolf. Stopped a supernatural war. Had her first kiss. And found out she wasn’t as human as she thought. She survived all of that. Surviving werewolf academy should be a breeze.

 

http://smarturl.it/Alpha2

New Release

Another Beautiful Nightmare

It’s nearly been a year since my last release but hopefully, this will be the first of many in 2019. Also how pretty is this cover art created by Rebecca Poole?

I’m really pleased to be a part of this anthology with my short story ‘The Final Girl.’ Ruby was certainly an interesting character to write and I hope readers agree.

I’m not who you think I am.
…I don’t care.

Amazon UK

Amazon US

What would I be if I wasn’t a writer?

back to the #52weekblogchallenge and today I’m a day early. I know, it’s shocking. For someone who hasn’t been regularly blogging for awhile and I’m now 3 for 3.

What would I be if I wasn’t a writer? To be honest I’m not sure. I have a day job or in my case, a ridiculous morning job. I don’t know if that’s what I’ll do for the rest of my life but if I can keep focused, maybe I’ll be lucky and be able to write full time.

I imagine I’d always be doing something creative. I like photography and did a class when I was in college. It was a hobby I shared with my dad, but that’s a lot like writing. There’s a lot of us out in the world, it’s all about carving out your own niche but a writer or photographer, needs fans, without them we’re all just shouting out into the void.

If I had to choice a job which wasn’t creative? When I was little I wanted to do two things, brain surgeon or gardener. Could I picture my life like that? Not really. Not anymore.  Now it’s all about finding a balance, day/night job and everything else in between.

 

How much of myself is in my writing?

Yep I’m continuing with the #52weekblogchallenge. In all honesty I was about to go to bed and then remembered that I haven’t done this yet.

How much of myself is in my writing.

Now if I was a horror writer I could say, well a lot of myself does go into my writing. Blood, tears and the occasional spleen. Instead I’m going to have a grown up reply. It’s slightly boring but more accurate.

It really is a good question. I think writers put a lot of themselves into their work. It’s what makes books stand apart, they all have a distinctive voice and no two are the same. Some are strong. Some not so much. I put a lot of myself into my work, for me it’s my sense of humor. My lead characters all have a dry sense of wit.

When I’m feeling off my game, maybe I’m not feeling very well or I’m tired, I find that whatever I write that day is lacking something. It doesn’t draw the reader in and is quite flat. A lot of these things can be fixed in an edit when you see it with fresh eyes. My current story is the sequel to Heartless and I’m editing that before it goes to the editor. Getting rid of repeat or weak words and making it strong. It might sound silly, editing it before it gets to an editor, I mean that’s their job but this is my baby and I want it to be as close to perfect even before it gets to her.

My Earliest Memory

I have a habit of remembering the bad over the good. I can over analyzing like nobodies business. Which means I think a lot about the things I lost or what I’ve done wrong. I have conversations in my head with people I no longer talk to and with people no longer here. I’m a pressure cooker, I keep a lot bubbling underneath the surface and my anger, when it shows itself, shows itself like an explosion.

But that’s not the point of the blog. I can rage all I like but that’s not my earliest memory, it’s my current life.

Earliest memory. I’ll try to think of a good one.

I remember missing a glasses appointment when I was in primary school and getting into trouble for it. I also remember jumping from a fence and forgetting to bend my knees. I think that’s one of the reasons I still have back problems. Damn, I remember the pain so vividly and as I ran I cried my eyes out. It wasn’t even a proper run more like a shambling zombie. I can’t remember the precise moment I climbed the fence in our back garden but I don’t think I was walking properly. I might have still been in nappies.

I escaped from our back garden and then climbed some stairs in the flat which was next to our house. My parents must have been terrified. The fence was six feet tall and in all honesty I find it hard to believe that I was able to climb it safely but I did. My parents heard me crying because I got stuck up the stairs in the flats and couldn’t get back down again.

 

Continue reading “My Earliest Memory”

Favorite Thing I’ve written and why.

I’ve never been very good at keeping up with my blog. In all honesty I doubt that people read them very much anything. There are more ways to connect with readers these days and blogs seem a bit old hat.

The 52 week blog challenge seems like an interesting idea and if I post on a Sunday, it gives a week to think of the next topic.

I don’t have many published stories, so it shouldn’t be that hard to think of which one was my favorite. The first story I had published or maybe the first one I self-published? A story written in the first person or maybe the third? A new genre or one that speaks to my soul? It like choosing your favorite child or your last meal.

 

Let’s go with my last story. Every time I start to write a story I never remember how I did it. I know that sounds stupid, maybe even unbelievable but it’s the truth. It’s like learning how to ride a bike, then promptly falling off of it.

Broken Wings, a story that was originally published in an anthology is my last story. It features Oak Reedsinger, a fey who loses her wings after she saves a human child. Interaction with the human race is forbidden and Oak is exiled. Broken Wings is a short story and I loved it. It stretched me as a writer. The characters were interesting and I got good feedback from readers. It isn’t my most popular story, which is a shame as I wish more people read it. It has a brilliant story at the center of it about acceptance. 41rfe6+y9yl._sy346_

 

Broken Wings on Amazon

 

 

Broken Wings is now out in the world.

For those that read my blog, it’s common knowledge that I lost my dad last year to cancer. It’s because of him that I started to run, first for race for life and then for longer runs, and developed a real enjoyment of it. I know that sounds strange. If someone said to me that I’d enjoy sweating for half an hour a day I would have called them nuts. He taught me photography and I loved to make him laugh.

I hoped that he would be the last one I lost to such a devastating disease, then my nan got sick this year. She went really quickly, it’s hard to get my head around, I planned to see her on the Monday and she died in the morning.

I decided to try and use my talents to help people so I found one of my old stories, one which had loads of potential and I went to work on it. The plan being that this would be a story were all the proceeds went to Cancer Research. I hate fundraising. Asking people for money has always rubbed me the wrong way so I thought this would be the best way.

Broken Wings went up for sale last Friday, 99 cents for a novella. A worthy cause, one that we are all affected by in one form or another. I hope you take a chance on this. It already has a great 5 star review on it.

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All the sales from this book will go to Cancer Research. Originally Broken Wings was a part of the Tales of the Fairy anthology and was 5k long. It has been extensively rewritten and is now 15k.

Oak Reedsinger is a member of the forest fey until one fateful night when she saves a human child. She loses her wings and only barely escapes with her life. Told about the city fey that might be able to help her, she travels to London on a journey that will show her that perfection is only skin deep and there is strength in being different.