Double Discount

Both of my cosy mystery novels, Acting Like A Killer and Disguised Murder and Community Spirit in Little Mallow, are currently on offer – but only for the next couple of days. They’re 99c in Amazon.com and 99p in Amazon.UK. They can also be read via kindle unlimited, or requested at your local library.

Southsea Market

The Portsmouth Authors Collective will be selling books by local authors at the Love Southsea Market in Palmerston Road this Saturday – 6th April. Drop by to see us and browse through our books.

With Love And Kisses

The ebook version of With Love And Kisses is currently on sale for 99p / 99c.
Here’s the blurb –

Isabelle was dared to go in search of love, Julia attempts to win it, and Beverly searches in the small print. Anne puts on a lavish dress, Angie dons a nice new waterproof jacket and Tracie removes her clothes. All of them want the same thing – to love and be loved. Others use more extreme methods in their quest for romance; marriage brokers and weird dogs, historic ships, even stolen magic dust.

Andrew has proposed to Jemima many times, as part of plays they’ve acted in together. It never meant anything, although when she accepted, he always wished it did. Now it’s her asking him and he doesn’t see the words on his script. What’s going on?

Whether they’re together forever, broken-hearted, or still trying to make it work, anyone who has loved has a story to tell. This collection contains 25 of them.

Get it for 99p / 99c or read through kindle unlimited here.https://getbook.at/WLAK

Friday phrase – Balls up

Saying someone has made a balls up is a rather rude of saying they’ve made a terrible mess of things. You might well have known that, but do you know the origin of the phrase?

When ships do pretty much anything, intentional or otherwise, they’re supposed to let other vessels know. Often this information is signalled through the ship’s horn and by displaying the appropriate flag(s). In the case of running aground, which really is messing things up, one signal is to display three balls in a vertical line.

Can’t choose your family

Can’t Choose Your Family, my collection of 25 ‘related’ stories, is currently reduced to 99p / 99c

Chloe’s dad wishes she’d talk to him. How can he help her without knowing what’s wrong? There’s a way he can find out, but not without losing her trust. He can’t risk that. Doug’s dad would rather not have heard what his son, or rather step-son, had to say. He’d destroyed his family’s trust; perhaps broken up the family too. Why must an innocent boy and rescue dog suffer for his selfishness?

Paula listens to her family, when she can hear them over the TV, but doesn’t like what they say. Drastic action is needed. Maybe she’ll go so far as to miss a few of her favourite shows? Jeremy’s good at listening to his mother. It’s easy when she talks so much sense. He remembers her advice and dishes it out to his friends, helping solve their problems. When will he take that advice himself?

Martha cares for Billy, willing him to talk at last. That would give her one more thing to be grateful for. Children often talk to their mothers, sometimes saying such cute things, but those women don’t always have time to listen. When they do, will they jump to the wrong conclusions and repeat the mistakes of the past just as Karen does?

Communication, done right, can bring families together. It made friends of Sally and her cousin, and ensured she got to the church on time. Talking about the past brought Frederick and Georgina together. Can they ever be more than kissing cousins? Talking to his wife about the fox might perhaps bring Duncan a step closer to having the family they’ve always wanted.

Families, whether we’re born or married into them, or choose them for ourselves all have stories to tell. This collection contains 25 of them. Get it here.

A double bouquet of free stories

Two of my short story collections are currently free to download.

In The Garden Air

Dorothy used to hate the noise of lawnmowers starting up, like a kind of horticultural Mexican sound wave, but that was before Luke was the one in charge of the machine. Betsie used to hate the awful Valentine’s gimmicks people used to impress friends and colleagues rather than showing their feelings to one special person. Actually she still dislikes those, but she loves the genuine sign of affection Tim gave her – almost as much as she loves the man himself.

Maria is desperate for it not to rain, she’ll die if it does, or at least thinks so. Suzie wants to gather those she cares about close to her as though assembling a posie and Hilary feels as though her new neighbours are like the lily of the valley creeping from their garden to hers; neither use nor ornament. Then they learn to look below the surface and see what’s truly important.

When Primrose retired, her colleagues showed they cared about her with gifts of primroses, items decorated in her favourite flowers, or in primrose yellow. Trudie was thanked, and maybe apologised to, with the purchase of flowers. For others the perfect way to get their message across is less obvious and they resort to sharp thorned roses, daisy chains or floral portraits.

Gardens, plants and people all have their stories. Breathe in the garden air and let me tell you a few.

Beyond The Garden Wall

Mike accuses Chloe of jumping to conclusions, creating chaos and dragging others along with her. Annoyingly he’s right. Geoff’s in no rush to tackle the wisteria. They’ve got all the time in the world for that – which is precisely what’s worrying his wife. Freya’s broken arm means she can’t enter the flower arranging competition herself. Even so, she’s not going to let Celia get away with her usual tricks.

Barbara gives her step-granddaughter a gift which just might give her a lifetime of happiness. Hospital rules mean Henry can’t take flowers to Millie, so how can he carry out The Idea? Colin is quiet and doesn’t really do much, but he has the gift of getting Cynthia out of unwanted situations.

Rhonda is a little sad to be leaving the garden she’s developed for over fifty years, but discovers a perfect alternative. Maria’s garden is looking better than ever – but who or what answered her plea for help with the design? The conservatory is as much of a wreck as Ginny, restoring one brings back the other’s joy.

Gardens, flowers, plants and people all have their stories. Beyond the garden wall is where you’ll find these tales.

A year and a bit, for less

My romantic comedy, A Year And A Day, is currently on sale through Amazon UK at 99p and Amazon US for 99c.

Despite Stella’s misgivings, her best friend Daphne persuades her to visit a fortune teller. Rosie-Lee promises both girls will live long and happy lives. For orphaned Stella, the fortune teller’s claims include the family she longs for and a tall, dark handsome man. Stella doesn’t believe a word, so Rosie-Lee produces a letter, to be read in a year’s time, which will prove her predictions are true.

Stella remains sceptical but Daphne is totally convinced. Daphne attempts to manipulate Stella’s life, starting with an introduction to her new boss. Restaurant owner Luigi fits the romantic hero image perfectly. In complete contrast is Daphne’s infuriating policeman brother John. Despite his childhood romance with Stella ending badly, he still acts as though he has a right to be involved in her life.

Soon John is the least of her worries. Daphne’s keeping a secret, gorgeous Luigi simply can’t be trusted, romantically or professionally, and both girls’ jobs are at risk. Worse still, John’s concerns for their safety are proved to be justified.

John, and Rosie-Lee’s letter, are all Stella has to help put things right.

Get it here.

Wednesday word of the week – Pareidolia

Pareidolia is what causes us to see faces in inanimate objects, such as this big toothed, none too happy, bloke at Clun Castle, Shropshire.
I don’t know the name of the opposite thing – where I catch sight of my own face and see a crumbling ruin!

Being A Mother

I have a story in the current issue of My Weekly. It’s called Being A Mother, and this is the week before Mother’s Day here in the UK – it’s like someone plans these things!*

*Of course someone does – no doubt very carefully.