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  1. My Guest Author today is Terri Nixon. Since publishing in paperback for the first time in 2002, Terri has appeared in both print and online fiction collections, and is proud to have contributed to the Shirley Jackson award-nominated hardback collection: Bound for Evil, by Dead Letter Press. Congratulations, Terri, that's wonderful.

     

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    Author bio

    Terri was born in Plymouth in 1965. At the age of 9 she moved with her family to Cornwall, to the village featured in Jamaica Inn -North Hill - where she discovered a love of writing that has stayed with her ever since. She also discovered apple-scrumping, and how to jump out of a hayloft without breaking any bones, but no-one's ever offered to pay her for doing those. 

    Terri now lives in Plymouth with her youngest son, and works in the Faculty of Arts and Humanities at Plymouth University, where she is constantly baffled by the number of students who don't possess pens.

    I asked Terri to tell us a bit more about herself:

    How did you get started writing

    I have always had a fascination for making things up, and still have my very earliest piece of fiction/poetry, written at the age of about six! The paper’s a bit fragile now; I think it must have been just a few years after they stopped chiselling stone ;)  At school my favourite lessons were any of those where I could use my imagination, or write speculative essays.  I never really went off it, and I used to write stories for my friends, and boys at school they fancied. I still have one of those as well, and given that the boy in question now has a reasonably high TV profile, I should probably stop there…

    You can't possibly leave it there, Terri! We want to know who it is now...

     Can you tell us a fun fact about yourself?

    I don’t know if it’s fun, but it tends to surprise people – perhaps because of the genre I predominantly write in – but I used to be the chairman of a motorcycle club here in Plymouth. I passed my bike test in 1989, and used to trundle around on a selection of bikes, camp in fields a lot, and fall asleep in hedges. Lots of fodder for tales there, I think, should I choose to re-think my genre!

    What’s your top writing tip for new writers?

    Don’t get disheartened by all the tales of woe that are out there; all they do is make you feel a bit rubbish. You’ll (sadly) find some very bitter people who can’t handle rejection, and who aren’t shy about ensuring everyone else feels as personally slighted as they do, but all you have to remember, is that you are not them. And they are not you. So many sites – in a well-meaning effort to be realistic – warn you that you’re not the next big thing, but just remember, someone has to be, and why not you?!

    Why not indeed! Great advice, Terri. :)

    Author links

    Website: www.terrinixon.com

    Blog: https://terrinixon.wordpress.com/

    Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/terri.nixon.page

    Twitter: @TerriNixon

    Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Terri-Nixon/e/B00DI8R8K6

    Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7161840.Terri_Nixon

     Terri's latest book

     

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     Blurb

    1910. Anna Garvey arrives in Caernoweth, Cornwall with her daughter and a secret. Having come from Ireland to take up an inheritance of the local pub, she and her eighteen year-old daughter Mairead are initially viewed with suspicion by the close-knit community.

    Anna soon becomes acquainted with Freya Penhaligon, a vulnerable girl struggling to keep her family business afloat in the wake of her grandmother's death, and starts to gain the trust of the locals. As their friendship deepens, and Freya is brought out of her shell by the clever and lively Mairead, even Freya's protective father Matthew begins to thaw.

    But when a part of Anna's past she'd long tried to escape turns up in the town, she is forced to confront the life she left behind - for her sake and her daughter's too . . .

    Here's an extract to whet your appetite:

    Eight-year-old Freya Penhaligon has woken in the night to a storm; aware that her fisherman father is at sea, and has not returned as expected, she sneaks from the family home to go down to the beach and wait for news.

    The strength of the wind took Freya’s breath away, until she learned to turn her head to the side and down. She waited until she was able to see a little better, and watched her own feet as they sloshed through puddles towards the gate of Hawthorn Cottage, and then onto the lane. Now she could hear the sea, and smell it too, that fresh, salt tang right off the water. She strained for the sound of someone coming up the hill, for voices, footsteps, even laboured breathing, but there was only the howling wind and the boom of the tide.

    Within five minutes she was tasting sea-spray on her lips, and only then did she raise her face to stare forwards, into the driving rain. Lightning flickered, and left her with an imprint of the shoreline, but she could see no people in the lingering image. Boats had been dragged as high up the beach as they could go, turned upside-down and secured with ropes and weights, but in the dark she couldn’t read the names. The bigger boats, including Papá’s Isabel, would be anchored around the headland where the harbour provided some shelter.

    The black sea rolled, looking like some huge, hump-backed monster, with white eyes that only opened when it struck rocks or the breakwater; the tide was halfway up the beach, but Freya couldn’t remember how to work out if it was on its way in or out. She shouted, in case there was anyone there, but her voice was whipped away on the wind – she would find some shelter and wait.

    For the first time in her life Freya felt a surge of anger towards the Papá’s friend Mr Fry; he should have turned the trawler back to shore as soon as it became dangerous, and if he had done that, Papá would already be home. Safe and dry and snoring. There was a sudden stinging in her nose and throat, and although she couldn’t feel the tears she knew they were there. Shivering, she found the place where the breakwater met the sea wall, pulled Grace’s coat straight and sat on it. She shoved her wet hands beneath her armpits and wished she’d thought to pick up gloves, then she lowered her head so her face was tucked into the little dry, quiet pocket formed by her arms and her raised knees, and waited.

    After what might have been five minutes, but equally might have been an hour or more, she thought she heard something. A voice? She lifted her head, and turned it to lessen the noise of the wind. The storm was finally abating, and the sound had come from the other side of the breakwater… Freya stood up and brushed the sand off her frozen, wet hands, then felt

    her way through the dark, up the steps and onto the breakwater. The wind was louder up here, and gusted hard, but she heard the call again, coming from just ahead.

    The thunder had gone from deafening shout to low grumble, and the swell of the sea was more rhythmic now, less fiercely unpredictable. Still, the water washed across the stone at her feet and she slipped more than once; it had been a dangerous idea to come out here, even if it meant she might find whoever was looking for her... A gull’s cry sounded, and Freya’s heart skittered, then sank as she recognised the sound. There was no one here after all, just a hungry bird. Papá said gulls would sometimes even fly at night, in order to get at the smaller fish washed up by the incoming tide.

    The disappointment was almost painful, but it told her one important thing; the tide was halfway in after all, which meant Freya would need to get back up to the foot of the cliff, or perhaps even further back, to remain safe while she waited. She turned to make her way back to the beach, but a fresh surge from the sea caused her to hurry and her foot went out from under her once again. Steadying herself on one hand and one knee, she started to rise, all her attention on the safety that waited at the other end of the breakwater, and a moment later she was slapped from head to boots from behind, thrown forwards, and then crushed flat by the weight of the wave. Dragging a ragged, shocked breath, she struggled to her knees, but the backwash stole her balance once more and sent her sliding towards the edge.

    Her hands slapped around frantically, trying to find something to grip, but there was only smooth stone and the tug of the tide running back to the shoreline, pulling her with it. And then she was tumbling into empty air.

     

    Hooked? You can download the book here:

     

    Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/0349412650

     

    Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/0349412650

     

      Thanks for dropping by to talk to us, Terri.

     

  2. The intriguing fantasy romance novel, Touched, by Abbey MacMunn is my Friday Read this week. Just  look at  the atmospheric cover!

     

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    Blurb:           

    When inquisitive antique dealer Cami Wilson learns she’s the revered offspring of an immortal mother and a mortal father, it’s not just her hybrid status that has her all flustered. The title comes with her very own super-sexy guardian.

    Jaded immortal Joseph Carlisle has only one thing on his mind; his sworn duty to protect the hybrid from those who wish her harm. Anything else would be complicated. That is until they meet. 

    Chemistry sizzles between them but there’s a problem—the hybrid’s curse. Cami’s touch, skin to skin, proves near fatal to her and all immortals, Joseph included.

    But the fated lovers discover her curse is the least of their concerns when a friend’s deadly betrayal threatens to tear them apart forever.

     

    Excerpt:

    Cami shoved her things back into her pockets, including the curious brooch that started this craziness, and walked back into the pub.

    Joseph and Daniel sat in a secluded area not far from the blazing fire.

    She’d have to be blind not to notice the two brothers were seriously hot. Both had the type of ripped, muscular bodies most women drooled over, evident now they had removed their coats, but Joseph… oh boy, Joseph intrigued her. The wall of reserve he used as a shield and the ‘stay away’ warning in his eyes ought to be enough to make her wary, but there was something about Joseph that excited and frightened her at the same time. The moody attitude, together with the hint of sorrow and loneliness reflected in those amazing, glacier-blue eyes made her curious to know what was going on behind them. What he strived so hard to conceal.

    Cami slipped out of her coat and hung it on the back of the chair, aware two sets of eyes watched her every move. Again her appearance bothered her. She’d dressed in tight jeans, a tad snug over her rounded, too-big backside, and a knitted cardigan with a hole in the armpit.

    Why did they have to be so ridiculously good looking?

    She sat opposite them, aimed for unflustered but suspected her burning cheeks gave her insecurities away.

    She glanced at the roaring fire and took her cardigan off, revealing a fitted, short-sleeve blouse which accentuated her slim waist but showed more cleavage than she was comfortable with. Not that she had much of a cleavage. She took a breath. Okay, Cami, stop worrying about what you look like and just come straight out with it.

    Shoulders squared, she slapped her palms on the table and fired a round of questions with the tenacity of an interrogator—or at least she intended to sound like one. ‘Who are you? Who is trying to kill me? What do you know about my brooch? And what the hell are immortals and guardians?’

    Hooked? Want to read more? You can buy the book here:

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    Meet Abbey

     

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    Author bio

    Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal, fantasy and sci fi romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK with her husband and their four children. She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.

    When she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.

    I asked Abbey to tell us a little more about herself

    Have you always wanted to be a writer?

    No, I wanted to be an artist, or one of those people who do the make-up and special effects on horror and sci fi movies! I ended up being a hairdresser and only found my passion for writing when I turned forty. 

    What do you like writing most?

    I love to write mainly fantasy/paranormal stories with strong romantic elements, but more recently I’ve ventured into contemporary erotic romance.

    Do you have a special place for writing?

    Usually in the lounge, but when I want some quiet—not easy in a houseful of kids—I hide away in the cupboard under the stairs, Harry Potter style.

    Are you a pantster or a plotter?

    A bit of both, I think. I have the story in my head and write down the storyline and the characters in detail by hand, but once I get on my laptop and start to type it, the characters sometimes take me in a different direction.

    Is your writing ever inspired by your family or real life incidents?

    Absolutely. In one story, a fun, whipped-cream fight takes place in a kitchen – inspired by one very messy afternoon with my four kids. And in another, one of my characters burns the soles of her feet by standing on a hot pavement – inspired by a trip to Kuala Lumpur where this happened to me.

    What are you writing at the moment?

    I’m writing an erotic romance novella, and editing a sci fi romance that I hope to have ready to start submitting in the new year.

    What inspired you to write this book?

    ‘Touched’ was inspired by my love of romance and the first time the characters touch – either that first magical kiss or the brush of his hand against hers. I began to play with ideas; what would happen if they couldn’t touch? What if he loves her but his touch could kill her? What if her touch causes visions that put her life in danger?

    What time of the day do you write best?

    Morning. When I have an idea for a story it always wakes me at 4.45am, on the dot! I have to get up, make gallons of tea, and write it down before I forget it.

    What are your hobbies?

    I love writing, obviously, and reading, but I also enjoy sewing, painting and binging on box sets of Game of Thrones.

    You can find out more about Abbey here:

    Author links

    Website

    Twitter

    Facebook

    Pinterest

    Goodreads

    Thanks for dropping by to tell us about your book, Abbey.

     

  3. A warm welcome to my Guest Author, Kristen Bailey. Kristen's second novel, Second Helpings, has just been released by Accent Press and I'm delighted to be part of her blog tour to promote it. 

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    Author bio 

    Mother-of-four, gin-drinker, binge-watcher, receipt hoarder, hapless dog owner, enthusiastic but terrible cook.  Kristen lives in Fleet, Hampshire in a house overrun by Lego and odd socks.  Her debut novel, Souper Mum was released by Accent Press in June and its sequel, Second Helpings is released on 17th November. 

    I asked Kristen to tell us a bit more about herself

    How did you get started writing?

    To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I remember!  I’d always written: I was a big fan of diary writing and the handwritten letter but I remembered a time in between having my eldest son and the six month mark where the bones of a novel started to emerge.  A lot of it at the time was cathartic – I was a new mother, we’d moved to a new town, I was in between jobs so naturally the writing was about my own experiences, just in new packaging.  After about six months of drafting and editing, I entered the novel into a writing competition run by Cosmopolitan, Waterstone’s and Little, Brown Books and was placed runner-up.  This just spurred me on to keep going...

    What piece of writing/work are you most proud of?

    Funnily enough, it was a short story that won the Readers’ Prize in the Riptide Journal in 2010.  It was very unlike anything I’d written before: it was YA fiction set in a dystopian reality where a group of children had mutated and grown wings - the complete opposite to chick lit!  It was just fun to write, and I liked setting myself that challenge of tackling a completely different genre and mood.  I was extremely flattered, therefore, that it was shortlisted but even more so when it was awarded their readers’ prize.  Even now, the proudest moments as an author come from when readers give me their feedback and tell me they’ve enjoyed my writing.

    Are you ever disappointed when you see your work published?

    I love this question!  I think anytime a writer sees their name in print, it’s a reason for celebration (and in my case, a little jig!). I’ve loved seeing my short stories on websites and in magazines, it always feels like an accomplishment.  Holding my books in my hands, for example, have been truly satisfying moments in my journey as an author.  I will, however, admit to being a bit of a perfectionist so sometimes I do read my work back and wish I’d used different dialogue or rephrased things a little better.  I think this is the dilemma of being a creative sort – you will always feel there is room for improvement but I hope, as a consequence, that pushes me to be a better writer.

    I totally agree,  Kristen. :)

    Author links

    Kristen writes a blog about being a modern mother.  That and more can be found at: www.kristenbaileywrites.com

    You can also find her on Twitter/Instagram: @baileyforce6

    and Facebook: www.facebook.com/kristenbaileywrites

     

    Kristen's books

     Fab covers - love the 'tin of soup'.

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    Blurbs

    Second Helpings

    Exactly eighteen months after squaring up to a pompous TV chef, Jools Campbell finds herself back in the fame game as she becomes a judge on a family cooking show.  How will she cope being back in the limelight, juggling being a working mum?  What happens when she finds out her old nemesis, Tommy McCoy is her fellow judge?  The knives are sure to fly as 'Souper Mum' makes her triumphant return

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    Souper Mum

    Souper Mum is the story of Jools Campbell, a stay-at-home mother of four, who becomes an unlikely foodie hero when she stands up to a pompous celebrity chef, Tommy McCoy on a reality show.  Armed with fish fingers and a severely limited cooking repertoire, we watch as she becomes a reluctant celebrity and learns some important life lessons about love, family and the joyless merits of quinoa.

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     Thanks for dropping by to tells us about your wonderful books, Kristen. Have fun on your book tour. :)

     

  4. My Friday Read this week is A Jarful of Moonbeams, the debut novel by Elizabeth Goudge award winner, Chrissie Bradshaw. What an intriguing title!

     

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    Blurb

    Sparring sisters, deception, family secrets and reawakened love means that trouble and change is in the air for Cleo Moon and her family. Cleo finds that losing control of your life and losing out in love is tough when you have always strived for success. Alex hates the crazy idea that she should be uprooted from her home and friends to live with her selfish older sister for the whole summer. Teri is desperate for her two daughters to bond but worries that she has left it too late. The family ‘Moondream’ jar, an Egyptian urn that has held their wishes for many years, provides links to the past and we discover which of the many wishes that it holds can be fulfilled. 

    Extract: Cleo meets Dan

    Cleo woke with a start and it took her a moment to realise that she was in her old bed in High Rigg. She’d been woken by a noise, something familiar but she could not place it. She raised herself up onto one elbow and listened intently, straining to hear. Was the noise from Mum’s room?

    She got up and slipped along the hallway to peer through her mum’s door. Slow, steady breathing reassured her that all was OK in there. As she retraced her steps to the doorway of her own room, she heard it again; heavy rain battering on her window pane. Only it wasn’t raining. This time she knew immediately what it was, someone was around the back of the cottage and throwing gravel at her window. The only person who used to wake her like that was Dan.

    She strode over to the window feeling more curious than scared; this was Dunleith, quiet, sleepy. Who would know she was here in her old room? Peeling back the curtains and peering into the back garden, she saw Dan’s face looking up at her.

    A spike of adrenalin jolted her heart so fiercely that she gasped for breath. She closed her eyes and opened them; was she dreaming? No. Standing in the garden and gesturing for her to come downstairs was Dan Collingwood. She was certain it was him, even by moonlight. The years rolled away and she was in her teens again. She let the curtain fall. He lived in Australia, what the hell was he doing here?

    Was it shock or nerves giving her shivers as she hurried downstairs? She realised she was wearing old pyjamas covered in faded teddies, a relic from years back that she had found in her drawer. Add unbrushed hair and a bare face and she was the most unready she had ever been to meet up after all these years. Bloody hell, Dan!

    Cleo opened the back door and peered around it.

    ‘Hi, Cleo, it’s a good thing you’re here this weekend... Can I come in?’

    She opened the door a little further; the kitchen was still in darkness. Dan strode past her, ‘It’s an emergency or I wouldn’t have woken you,’ he said in a hushed tone.

    Cleo turned on the light and faced him. She hadn’t said a word yet; she couldn’t find her voice. He stepped forward and gave her a hug. ‘My God, Cleo, you’re looking bloody dreadful.’ He rubbed a thumb tenderly under one of her eyes, the intimate gesture taking away the meaning of the words.

    The one night she hadn’t removed her mascara; she must look a real mess. Dan tightened his embrace, pulling Cleo on tiptoes towards him. Heat seared through her and she was aware of just how thin her ancient nightwear was. Silently praying, please don’t let them be see-through in this bright light, she pulled back, and tried to gather her thoughts. ‘Thanks a lot, Dan. If I’d known that I was having a visitor I’d have made more of an effort.’ Sounding annoyed might mask her discomfort and stop the strong urge to wrap her arms around him and never let go. ‘Now what’s this about an emergency?’

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    Meet Chrissie

     

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    Author Bio

    Chrissie Bradshaw lives by the Northumbrian coast with her family and loves taking her dog for a daily run along the seashore. Her other feel good essentials are tea, chocolate and a good book. A career in education, as a teacher then as a literary consultant, has given her the chance to share her passion for reading with young people. She believes that there are books to suit every taste and loves match-making a book with a reader. While undergoing treatment for cancer, Chrissie listed the things she wanted to do. (She is very good at lists but not so good at carrying them out!) Top of this list was believe in your writing and make time for it. She did. Three years later, she has one novel published, she has won the Elizabeth Goudge award 2016 from the RNA and she is writing her second novel.

     Congratulations on winning the Elizabeth Coudge award, Chrissie. I was sitting opposite you and remember the astonished then delighted look on your face when you heard your name announced!

    I asked Chrissie to tell us a bit more about herself

    Have you always wanted to be a writer?

    No, I have always been a reader and have enjoyed matching people with books that they will love but, when it came to writing, I was a secret scribbler who didn’t dare to believe that I would one day write my own novels. That changed and now you can’t stop me writing.

    Has any author inspired you?

    So many! The Brontes and Jane Austen started it followed by JoJo Moyes, Adele Parks, Lisa Jewell, Marian Keyes and then the writers who paved the way to self-publishing like Talli Roland and Rachel Abbott. I could list dozens.

    What do you like writing most?

    Contemporary fiction about real women, by that I mean they do have flaws but they’re likeable and strong in the face of adversity. My women have to face up to conflict or change but eventually find love and happiness. I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

    Do you have a special place for writing?

    Anywhere on my own; I have a study but I’m writing this at the kitchen table. The surroundings aren’t important but people distract me. I’m too nosy to write while oblivious to all around me in a café or busy place.

    Are you a pantster or a plotter?

    I plot. I need to know the ending and I need to really know my character’s and how they relate to one another before they start their journey. Some of the twists and turns of the plot are flexible and some crop up to surprise me.

    Is your writing ever inspired by your family or real life incidents?

    I haven’t used any of my family… yet. In ‘A Jarful of Moondreams’, I started with two sparring sisters because I thought that hating your sister would be the worst situation ever. I have two sisters and we are really so close that I couldn’t imagine us ever falling out.

    What are you writing at the moment?

    My second novel hasn’t a title; at the moment it’s ‘the one about Erin and Heather’. It is about two sisters who try to turn their lives around after the death of their mother. Both have relationship problems, can they face up to life’s challenges and find love?

    What inspired you to write this book?

    Heather, a journalist, had a minor part in ‘A Jarful of Moondreams’ and demanded her own story. Her younger sister Erin, who is an aspiring actress, wanted a leading part too. It was fun weaving a plot around the two of them.

    What time of the day do you write best?

    I’m a night owl. I love it when it’s quiet and I can get my voice on the page. When I’m writing my first draft, I plot when I’m dog walking and think about what I’m going to write all day.

    What are your hobbies?

    When I’m not writing, or thinking about writing, I’m reading women’s fiction. I’m not a complete couch potato though! I walk my Welsh terrier by the sea each day, I stretch my writer’s back with Pilates and I am a terrible but terribly keen golfer.

    What advice would you give to other writers?

    Believe in yourself. Read a lot and read a range of genres not just your favourite, go to writing conferences and join an association that will support you such as the RNA. Their new writers’ scheme is second to none.

    Author Links

    Visit Chrissie on www.newhenontheblog.com

    For regular chatter, follow her on Facebook and Twitter:

    Facebook: www.facebook.com/ChrissieBradshawAuthor/Twitter: www.twitter.com/chrissiebeee

     Lovely to talk to you, Chrissie. Lots of luck with your book!

  5. A warm welcome to fellow RNA member, L.T.Kelly, who has dropped by today to tell us a little bit about herself. Read on to find out about her latest book, her X Factor audition, and her writing cupboard under the stairs.

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    Author Bio

    L.T. Kelly is a contemporary and paranormal romance novelist living in rural Lincolnshire with her two children. When she’s not writing she can be found nursing a mild shopping addiction, breaking up a fight between her delightful children, or sipping on a glass of wine. Usually in that order…

    I asked L.T. Kelly to tell us a bit more about herself.

    Have you always wanted to be a writer?

    I think I grew up fancying myself more to be a performer of some sort, like an actor or a singer. I’m what I like to refer to as an extroverted HSP (Highly Sensitive Person). This means that I’m full of creativity that’s bursting to get out, only I had myself down as a much better singer than I really am which led to an embarrassing xFactor audition which taught me my final lesson…being a HSP also comes with horrific stage fright and you’re not afforded the ‘do over’ that you are when you’re creatively writing. I knew I seriously wanted to be a writer and more importantly had the confidence required to do so once I hit thirty. It still took me a few years to realise I had the ability to write a full novel though. Four novels down and I’m still not entirely convinced, though I am proud of the fruits of my labour.

    How fascinating that you auditioned for X Factor! I'd love to know more.

    Has any author inspired you?

    I started out by writing vampire novels with a hint of spice. I recall a friend whom was also into reading paranormal recommending to Two AM series by Christopher Beuchellor. I read those books in the matter of a week. His concept was both innovative and inspiring, I never thought I’d too be able to come up with an idea to refresh the genre, though I’m told I have, so it’s all good.

    What do you like writing most?

    I both love and loathe writing sex scenes. Who’d think they’d be so difficult to write? Once you’ve hit your fourth book you become a little afraid that you’re not coming up with anything new, after all sex is sex, no? Then you just do it…come up with something new that is ;).

    Do you have a special place for writing?

    I started out writing in the cupboard under the stairs in my Air Force married quarter. Although that cupboard and I were at one with each other for quite some time I have to admit that I was pleased to move to a house with my own office. I don’t think I could ever return to a time where I had nowhere that was all mine to punch the keys.

    Are you a pantster or a plotter?

    I’ve been a bit of both. I start out by loosely plotting around half a novel, but things always change in that first half and the rest of the book seems to flow after that first half without me really having to think about it, unless you count talking to yourself, which I do…a lot.

    Is your writing ever inspired by your family or real life incidents?

    The answer to that is a resounding yes. Apart from that I’ve never been a vampire, and I suspect I never will be. Aside from that, all of my stories have aspects of people I know or things that have happened. Readers seem to enjoy the aspects of my books that have really happened, or the characters that are based on people I know above the more fictitious aspects.

    What are you writing at the moment?

    Writing? What’s that? Oh…right…yes. I actually had to take a break and I’ve hated every second but I didn’t have much choice in the matter. I’m just going back to the novel I started in August. It’s a new genre for me. I’m figuring it will be a four part series, and it’s a witchy YA. I’m so excited about trying something different.

    What inspired you to write this book?

    I attended the Romance Novelist Association conference in July and attended a talk on writing a YA novel that I’ve really wanted to do for quite some time. It wasn’t actually attending the YA talk that really inspired me, it was the talk on blogging a novel. The speaker Catherine Fox was so inspiring, refreshing and funny that I suffered a little girl crush and convinced myself that blogging my YA is exactly how I wanted to break into the genre.

    What time of the day do you write best?

    If I had a choice it would be all day everyday. For now, it’s evenings that I write the best that’s generally because it’s the only time I can write.

    What are your hobbies?

    A writer would never become a writer without being a reader in the first instance, that is my first and most cherished love. I have to admit that I’ve become rather partial to adult colouring books too. It is so relaxing to colour in.

    Me too!

    What advice would you give to other writers?

    Firstly I would say that who am I to give advice? If I was pushed to answer though I’d say, never give up and never stop doing what you love no matter what obstacle you may face.

    Great advice!

    Click the links below to find out more about L.T.Kelly

    www.ltkelly.com

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    Blurb

    Iraq war widow Katie Simmons hasn’t considered giving love another chance since the devastating loss of her husband. She’s happy sharing her love with her six-year-old daughter, Jessica. What more could she want from life?

    Evan Waters is headed for the big time. He’s plowing his time, money and energy into recording Spires’ debut album. Following on in his British rock legend father’s footsteps, he has big shoes to fill, a mission made more difficult by his alcoholic mother.

    When Katie and Evan meet on the London Underground, she denies his advances. Evan must find a way to demolish the walls she’s built around her heart. But even if he’s successful, will he be able to provide her with the commitment she deserves and still fulfill his ambitions?

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