In the flesh

I almost forgot. Well, actually, I did forget, but now I've remembered. Look what I got today!


The first time I've actually had my own copies of Almost Human in print. Awww. They're so beautiful. Well, actually, I don't love the new cover (she is wearing jeans, and he really does look blond to me), but they're beautiful like a red, bawling newborn is. Sort of figuratively.

This week's news round-up

Well, I've been working on finishing (rather late, sorry sorry nice editor!) the next Sundown book for Changeling. It's about a werecat on heat and a swordfighting werewolf who looks like Richard Armitage. Because yes, the flame of my crush still burns brightly. Have a picture.


Also in the crush category is the original and best James Marsters, who appeared as a guest star on Torchwood on Wednesday. Now, I wasn't entirely sure how much I loved Torchwood when it started, last year. Maybe it's John Barrowman, who is certainly very handsome but looks a little like a Ken doll. Or maybe it's that this sexy, smart, alien-battling outfit is based in Cardiff, where nothing has ever or will ever happen (sorry, all those who live in Cardiff, I'm sure it's fab, but you've got to admit basing Torchwood there is just weird). But I suppose the whole point of Torchwood is weird. And mad. And sexy. And dangerous.

So, having JM turn up as Captain Jack's former partner 'in every way', worked fine for me. Especially since he established his sexy psychopath credentials in the first ten minutes by, in chronological order, intervening in a fight and throwing the aggressor off a building; evicting all the ugly people from a bar and then threatening them with guns; snogging Captain Jack then beating the crap out of him; then downing half a bottle of neat vodka and admitting he'd just come out of rehab for drugs, alcohol, sex and murder.

And I really like his jacket, too.

Also on Wednesday I got offered an interview for a weekend job at Wood Green Animal Shelters in Heydon. I've had a soft spot for Wood Green ever since the very nice lady there matched us up with Honey, who was the Perfect Dog (at least in restrospect, when compared to the Demon Puppy). Heydon is the smaller of their two sites and deals mostly with cats and small animals. Cats, people. And they pay people to do this?

On Beauty

Subtitle: Why are the beautiful people always evil?

In the bad old days of bodice-ripper romances, the heroine was a very beautiful, fiesty virgin who had no real idea of her looks. Frequently, she thought she was terribly plain (the old "Why must I be slender and blonde, with such large breasts, when all the other girls of my village are stocky and strong, with small breasts that never get in the way when they're carrying oxen to market?" lament). But the hero (macho to the point of cruelty) nonetheless saw the sparkling, defiant beauty hidden behind her ponytail and paint-stained overalls, and fell into a mad passion and a love that dared not speak its...etc etc.

Fast-forward twenty or so years, and we've turned a corner so sharp we're facing back the other way. The beautiful heroine is No More. In her place is a gal with a few extra pounds, hair that's unmanageable, and tiny little flat bosoms. She doesn't have the time or money for designer togs and expensive manicures (but she can still go out without make-up, so she can't be truly ugly). She's meant to be like you and me. She's meant to be normal.

But the gorgeous blonde with the dainty hips and giant bazoombas hasn't gone away. She's still there...as the Evil One.

You know how it goes. Improbably gorgeous hero falls for klutzy heroine, cellulite and all (and if I read one more hero who gets turned on by stretch marks, I might vomit), but then heroine sees him talking to the gorgeous blonde, and hatred fills her. How dare this tiny little pixie with her Kate Moss eyes and her perfect manicure horn in on our heroine's territory? How dare she be so skinny? And beautiful? How dare she have such perfect hair and large breasts? What a bitch. She must be destroyed.

Inevitably, she turns out to be the hero's ex, and incidentally Satan in disguise. So it's okay that our heroine hates her. Because she's eeevill!!

Which does, of course, lead me to wonder how damn stupid the hero was that he couldn't see past the big bazoombas and the fluttery eyelashes to the soul-sucking demon within. Our heroine could see it straight away. Or could she? Did she hate the ex because she knew, instinctively, that she was evil? Or just because she was beautiful?

And why must the Beautiful People be eeevill!! anyway? Can't we have a pretty person in a book who's, well, quite nice, actually? Must she be eeevill!!? Why is it that our ordinary heroine (who is of course unutterably beautiful to our hero, who is probably an ancient vampire warrior from a time when women had some padding on them, dammit) can't stand the beautiful one? Why is she made into a creature of pure eeevill!! again and again?

It can't be jealousy. Because that would imply that the author has some sort of complex about beautiful people, which in turn would imply that the author isn't herself perfectly attractive. But we all know that romance authors aren't all old, fat and ugly, so that can't be it.

A while ago--not long after the birth of her child, I think--Gwen Stefani was quoted as saying that she'd worked damn hard to achieve the fabulous body she has, and she was damned if she was going to pretend she hadn't (I can't remember the exact quote, and I sure as hell am not going to bugger around all day Googling it). Being beautiful is a full-time occupation. Not many people roll out of bed looking like Gwen. Gwen doesn't roll out of bed looking like Gwen. She works hard and it pays off.

Maybe, then, this hatred of the Beautiful People is a kind of jealousy. Not because she's prettier than the heroine, but because she works harder on her appearance. She does the stomach crunches that we don't want to do. She spends half her salary on highlights. She denies herself chocolate and burgers. She works hard. So, are we jealous of the way she looks, or the effort she puts in? Are we jealous because she's maximising the assets God gave her? If she exploited a talent for playing the piano, would you despise her for that?

You don't tend to get beautiful heroines any more. And when you do, they're not aware of or interested in their looks (this goes double on TV, where everyone is beautiful and unaware of it). Well, that's bullshit. You don't walk around looking like a catwalk model and get to behave like an ordinary person. Next time you're anywhere near a beach or a pool and you spot that gorgeous girl in her bikini, don't send her death rays. Watch how she's treated. Men hassle her. Women hate her. Whenever she's in a bar, she gets drunken come-ons, often from men who don't understand 'No'. She doesn't keep male friends for long, because inevitably they make a pass at her. She can never be sure she got her job because she's actually good at what she does. If she turns up anywhere looking less than perfect, she gets five times the hassle an ordinary woman does.

So why do I never read about this in a book? Why is the beautiful heroine unaware of her looks? Why is the beautiful ex automatically eeevill!!? Maybe if someone wrote about a beautiful heroine who dealt with the crap beautiful people have to deal with, then we wouldn't all hate them all so much, and they might get a better deal in books.

That's my thought for the day. Any takers?

Christmas came early

(and no, no James Bond jokes, thank you)

I got a TRS CAPA nomination! Woot! It's for Get Lucky, which I'm so pleased about because I love that little book, it's bright and sparky and fun and has not one but two very hot incubi. Unfortunately, no one actually bought it (the exact same thing happened with Naked Eyes, no one bought it but it still got a nomination from eCata).

Also nominated is the cover art for A is for Apple, which I'm so pleased about because I love, love love the covers for these books! Scott Carpenter created them, and I'm hoping he's going to be working on the next one, for Still Waters (for which I was filling out a cover request last night).

And I spotted a nomination for my good friend Amelia Elias's Chosen, which I'm so happy about because it's a fantastic book, and I just adore the hero, Gareth. He's a big bad vampire who runs his whole clan and contends with various kinds of nasties...and also take vampire tours around New Orleans. I love a guy with a sense of humour!

Anyway, I'm about to be late to go pick up my best friend for lunch (we always do this on Christmas Eve: go for lunch, laugh at all the harrassed last-minute shoppers, panic when we realise we've forgotten to get something vital, then go and see something suitable festive or cheerful at the cinema. Then it's off down the pub when I get home. Nice way to start Christmas). So, in case I don't catch you all before--or if you live in Australia or somewhere else Christmas has already started--let me wish you a very merry Christmas and a wonderful new year, and I hope both of them are filled with everything that you both want and need.

I made an Amazon Bestseller list!

Okay, it's not the overall bestsellers, but it's a start! Almost Human is at 81 on the Gothic Romance list. It's the first time one of my books (and I have five listed, count 'em) hasn't just languished in total obscurity. Even it's only for an hour (because that's how often it's updated, according to Amazon, I'm ranked more highly than Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca.

So it's SQUEEE from me, and a picture of Richard Armitage looking nummy to celebrate!

Winter warmers

It's cold here. It's dull, and it's rainy. In fact, the last few days it's rained so much I've expected there to be a man with a big boat collecting pairs of animals.

This morning, the heating wouldn't come on. Pilot light won't...light. Now, we've lived in this house 14 years (moved in five days before Christmas, must have been mad), and the heating has never been perfect. It rattles, it groans, and it occasionally throws a hissy fit and refuses to work at all. A few years ago, a friend of my brothers (who he now actually works for, so fingers crossed) came to fix the hot water tank. His verdict on the boiler was that he was amazed it was still working--he reckoned they don't usually last more than ten years, and we'd been in the house that long. Before that, it had been empty a year, and we had to get someone to fix the whole thing. He was dubious about how long it would last, too.

Also, in The House Where Nothing Works (I wouldn't mind so much if it was a 300-yr-old character cottage, but it was built in the 1960s, so it isn't even pretty), one of the garage lights has been broken for about five years. Today, Dad decided to fix it. So, on top of no heating, we had no electricity for an hour or so. Considering that the only working heater we had is--you guessed it, electrical, that was a cold, dark, boring hour.

So I made soup. Because we live in The House Where Nothing Works, we have alternate ways of doing everything. The hot water tank is gas fired, but has an electric-powered top-up. The oven is electric but the stove is gas (although the ignition is electric, how stupid is that?). With a candle for lighting (because there's no natural light, just a charcoal-coloured sky), I stood at the hob, absorbing heat, and cooked. Want my recipe? It's nummy, I promise.

Winter Warmer #1: Cheese and onion soup

Chop up three onions, fry them in butter, and when they're soft and translucent, chuck in a handful of flour and stir it all around until the flour has melted (or does it dissolve? Who knows). Add a can of chickpeas, three chopped potatoes, and a couple of pints of vegetable stock (I did make it with chicken stock once and it wasn't quite the same, but it's up to you). Throw in a few handfuls of grated cheese (something like cheddar, reasonably strong) and a couple of spoonfuls of cream cheese. You can also add seasoning like bayleaves, sage, salt and pepper. Simmer for 30-60 mins until the potatoes and chickpeas have softened and the soup has thickened up. You'll need to stir it now and then to keep the cheese from sinking and sticking to the bottom of the pan.

It's not a precise recipe. I tend to cook with howevermuch of whatever I've got in the house. If you want to reduce the calorie content a little, try cooking with iolive oil (okay, not much less calorific, but very good for you) and reduce the cheese content to just the cream cheese. It's still a nummy soup and very good for warming and filling you up!

Winter Warmer #2: Buy one of my Cat Marsters titles.

No, really. They're precisely formulated (unlike the above soup) to warm up up in fun spicy ways.

Winter Warmer #3: Buy a book, save a cat.

For a different kind of warm glowy feeling. Spike has been curled up smugly in his very own thick fur coat, the only one of us not freezing today. Other cats don't have thick fluffy coats or large quantities of top-quality cat food on offer, but if you buy one of my Christmas titles, you can help keep one warm this winter.

Winter Warmer #4: Richard Armitage.

Makes me warm, anyway.


Update: The heating has miraculously started working again--without even being touched. What a house.

Buy a book, save a cat

See, who could resist such cute, tiny little fluffballs? Not me, for sure--I adopted these two last year from the Cats Protection League. And as soon as I think Pepper can handle it, I intend to adopt another couple. I think Spike is lonely now without his sister, and besides...I just really want to, okay?

Anyway. This year, as well as donating my Christmas card money to the CPL, I shall also be donating December's sales of my two Christmas-themed novellas.


Elf Gratification came out in 2005 from Changeling Press--that's the erotic paranormal one. It features an elf with an attitude problem and a new Kris Kringle who looks like Santa's Little Stripper. It earned a Recommended Read from Fallen Angel Reviews.





The Twelve Lies of Christmas was my Christmas novella last year from Samhain. It's a sort of prequel to the Sophie books--it tells the tale of Luke's old partner, Nate, and his last mission before he retires. This one involves Russian arms dealers, con-artists, and a gun called Belinda. It's a romantic comedy. With guns.



Both books are available in a variety of ebook formats, direct from the publishers.


According to the charity, their various shelters housed 7, 000 cats last Christmas--it'll certainly be similar this year. If you buy sixteen copies of Elf Gratification, that will buy a fleece-lined 'cat igloo' to curl up in at the shelter, for warmth and privacy--you know how cats like to hide away. Twenty-five copies will feed a cat at the shelter for a whole month. Eighty copies will vaccinate a cat.

So, this year, enjoy yourself with a free conscience: buying one of these books means supporting some adorable cat or kitten like my two babies, one of whom is now a big, fluffy and incredibly beautiful cat called Spike. His sister, Sugar, was well on her way to fluffy adulthood when she was hit by a car in August. Donations of December sales will, therefore, be made in her name.

Thank you.

A is for Apple released

Yep, it's now out in paperback. Lovely lovely paperback.



I shall think of an appropriate contest to give away a shiny lovely signed copy soon...but I need coffee and some pictures of Richard Armitage first.

Last night I sent the first three quarters of the Untied Kingdom (um, it's 75k already...I may have underestimated the total at 80k) to my CP Amy. She messaged me back this morning: WRITE MORE.

Maybe that's because I also sent her some pictures of Richard, who is inspiring the hero, Harker (and doing it very well).

And did I mention?

Ugley Business is now on sale in paperback. Yep: you can buy it from Amazon.com by clicking the little picture link in the left sidebar, or from Amazon.co.uk, or Barnes & Noble, or Waterstones, or whatever takes your fancy. It's available everywhere!

If you buy it, please leave a review. Unless you hated it, in which case please suffer from some terrible disease that makes your fingers drop off.

Quite chuffed to see that the 'customers who bought this also bought' box on the B&N page lists two Janet Evanovichs and two JD Robbs. Sophie's in good company. Although I've never read a JD Robb, suppose I ought to. Bet she's never read me, either.

Get Lucky

Yes, yes, I wish, etc. No! Get Lucky is the title of my new release from Changeling, out tomorrow. I have my Cat Marsters hat on for this, so expect paranormal creatures aplenty and lots and lots of sex.

Lucky Harris is a normal girl. Well, she never gets sick, can walk in four-inch heels and has an incubus stalking her dreams. But that doesn't mean anything… does it?

Sure, she's having the best sex of her life…in her dreams. But when the incubus starts appearing outside her dreams, sucking Lucky's energy and leaving her almost dead, she begins to admit there's something up.

But despite what her mad boss and his loopy friends at Sundown Investigations say, she's not ready to believe their tale of the paranormal. Even if she's now having the best sex of her life with the man of her dreams -- and there are two of him.

Is everyone out to get Lucky?

For an excerpt, click here! Warning: 'tis very very naughty.

Four dollars will buy you

...a used copy of Sundown, Inc! Featuring that wonderful story, What a Wizands wants, and also a two men a woman romance.

Don't you love eBay?

Thursday Thirteen...books I want to write

Thirteen…books I want to write Okay. Here we go. These are all the things floating around in my head, books I’m gonna get down on paper one day. When I’m done writing the one that’s under a deadline. And the sequel to that. And the one I started ages ago and put on hold because of the deadline. And the one… Yeah yeah, excuses. Let's call this my To Do list instead. I wish I could work on more than one thing at a time, but I find it hard to constantly switch back and forth. I have to get myself immersed in something, and not dip in and out with another book. Fidelity is a terrible thing! 1. Almost Magic, or whatever I’m going to call Kett’s book. Erotic Romance. Sequel to Almost Human. This is actually one I keep trying to get back to, but something else always gets in the way. I am having huge fun with it though. Kett is pretty much the opposite of Chance. I mean, you wouldn’t want to meet either of them in a dark alley, but while Chance is charming and elegant and beautiful, Kett is older, snarkier, and so angry she vibrates with it. Chance smiles; Kett swears. She’s great. And her hero, Bael? Is like Kett, only slightly more…more! 2. Devil Makes Three. Chick-lit Mystery. This is the next book in the Sophie series. Actually, I tell a lie…the next book is Still Waters, and it’s contracted with Samhain. After Still Waters comes Run Rabbit Run, then Wink Murder, then Dead To Rights. Those are all written, even if they need some work. DM3 will be book eight (eep!). Sophie is still going strong, having survived multiple murder attempts, the pursuit of MI5 and the CIA, losing her job, her cat, and her boyfriend…several times. She’s even made a music video. And been engaged. And dyed her hair pillar-box red. And now she’s on her way to Vegas. 3. The Untied Kingdom. Alternate History. I really, really want to write this book. It is, as the Monty Python team would say, something completely different. It’s about Britain…but a different Britain. A Britain who never had an empire. An England who lost every war she’s ever been involved in, even when she was fighting herself. A United Kingdom so divided that Wales and Scotland have seceded. A poor, undeveloped country to whom Africa sends aid workers. England is at war with herself again, and the rest of the world is watching with minor interest to see when she’ll implode. So when a washed-up popstar falls through a hole in space, into the Britain where nothing works (from a Britain where only some stuff does), it’s like the whole world has come unravelled. A Great Britain who was never great. A United Kingdom…that has come untied. Plus, it has the best hero I’ve ever written. A bit Sam Vimes, and bit Richard Sharpe, a bit Mal Reynolds…and he looks like Richard Armitage. Swoon! (thanks to Phillipa Ashley for the picture!) 4. The Spaceport Book. Erotic Romance. Spaceport is a series emerging from Changeling next year. It’s sort of the bastard brainchild of Firefly and Babylon 5, set around a rusty and decaying spaceport hovering over a dead planet on the edge of civilised space. In a place where prostitution is legal and scavenging dead ships is organised, all kinds of people wash up. Including a jaded bounty hunter searching for a pampered princess, and a pampered princess disguised as a whore. Oh, and the cats have opposable thumbs. 5. The Madam Periwinkle Book. Erotic Romance. I really need to title this one, the proposal is due in soon! Another Changeling series, from the brain of the wonderful Michele Bardsley, based around the eponymous Madam P and her little shop of rather unusual items. Every purchase comes with something extra, whether it’s a Magic 8 ball that’s actually magic, or a vibrator that comes with a repairman who’s the real deal. Or perhaps a bra that opens a portal between dimensions. I don’t know what I was smoking when I came up with that one. 6. That Sundown Book. Erotic Romance. Johann’s story. Devout readers (I must have one somewhere) might remember Masika and Magda’s irascible boss from the beginning of the series. He’s the only member of the team—and I use that phrase lightly—who is actually human. His only superpower is a ferocious temper. And does anyone remember a shit-stirring faery? She locked Lily in a fishing float and tried to kill Aura and her unborn children. And I have a sneaking suspicion she had a lot to do with the hit on Ruarc. Well, she was turned into a human…and at some point, maybe, she’s going to run into Johann. And snarks will fly. 7. Another Sophie book. Chick-lit Mystery. This time set in a ski resort. I don’t have much on it, apart from the sheer comedy value of Sophie on ice. I have a yen to call it It Shouldn’t Happen To A Blonde. Maybe I’ll write a new series about blondes. Is It Because I Is Blonde? could be one. Blondes Have Less Fun could be another. Hmm… 8. That Paranormal PI Book. Paranormal Mystery. There’s no title yet (at least there may have been one, but I, um, forgot it). This has its roots somewhere in Sundown…or maybe Sundown has its roots here. I started it a while ago, but didn’t get very far due to other projects that were actually going to make me some money. The basic features are: a girl with pink hair who can see ghosts; a very snarky Victorian child who is her guardian angel; a WWII pilot stuck haunting the same office…which now houses a paranormal investigations agency. Where the secretary was going to be a werewolf, but probably isn’t going to be any more! Oh, and some guy who looks like Fox Mulder. 9. Caged Bird Singing. Erotica. This has been lurking in the back of my mind for aaages. The premise—which believe it or not actually did come to me in a dream—is basically European King Takes Teenage Mistress. When she’s of age, obviously. Although he has no intention of marrying her, he makes her position almost official. She’s a celebrated figure in their tiny country. Then…he gets older and nastier…and…she’s falling for his court doctor, but she belongs to the king and can’t leave. It’s a sort of memoirs of a courtesan sort of thing. I’ll probably never write it. 10. That PA Book. Rom-Com. While I was brushing up on my romantic comedy skills, an idea came to me for a book about the PA to a rockstar. Her name is Lucy. He’s basically Robbie Williams (only without the burnout). That’s…about all I have right now, but it’s a start. 11. Lip Service. Rom-Com. Slightly more developed in my head. I have an author who puts everything that happens to her in her books. She starts a new job so she can research how a holiday park runs, and in the meantime falls for a colleague…who incidentally is dating her best friend. And who is going to be really mad when he finds out she’s been writing about him. 12. The One With All The Mistresses. Erotic Romance…probably. Another half-baked idea that came in a dream, clearly after I’d been eating too much cheese. The giant insects alone were terrifying. Anyway, this is about a futuristic society (I was going to say ‘dystopian’ but I don’t actually know what it means) where the ruler is genetically created, and has a harem of 28 women who run his city for him. And sleep with him. Once a month. He falls for one of them, but he’s not actually allowed to marry, just donate DNA for the next ruler to be grown from. The giant insects attack the power plant, incidentally. 13. Another Book About Striker. Erotic Romance…probably. Yeah, I love Striker. I wrote a whole load of books about him and Chalia and Tanner, Chance and Kett’s parents and their friends. But they were rubbish, so I shelved them, and came up with Striker’s daughter, Chance. But now I really, really wanna write about my favourite psychopath again. Bless him. So there you have it. Thirteen things on my To Do list, and that’s not counting the books contracts, in edits, to be promoted…it never ends!

The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It's easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!

Shame You're A Maniac

Nicked this from the Smart Bitches, who have taken the 'summarise in one sentence' idea of book pitching to the next level. Summarise In Four words (see what I did there?). They had lots, of which I only got two for sure (and half a dozen that sounded like every bad romance I've read: The Widow's A Virgin; No Memory? No Problem! etc).

I added a few more. See if you can get them?

Happy Crook Marries Mayor

Loved Through Past Lives (okay, I admit that’s a bit generic; could also be Past Life Suicide Pact)

Sex Slave In Book

I’m A Fuckwit Magnet

Like Whoa, I’m Royal?

Actually, I’m A Ghost.

...all of which were inspired by a quick gander at my own bookshelves. Now, I'm going to try my hand at a few for my own books:


Shame You're A Maniac (all right, that could be a lot of my books)

Gay Best Friend Sex

But I'm A Blonde

She Speaks In Dreams

Actually, You're A Werewolf

Don't Eat Nice Man

School Again? No Way!

Whoops, I Killed You

This Is Your Kid

Greek Soldier Saved Me

Hot Guy, Great Coat

I Hate Faerie Politics

Fuck. Blame My Dad.

Stuck In Fishing Float

It's Spelt Like That


Anyone? Anyone at all? I mixed them up a bit (wrote them in order, but that's too easy, right?).

Anyone have any more?

A pirate copy?

Of my book?

Well, it looks like it. Google Alerts washed up something called Almost Human on eBay--it has my name on it and the blurb is accurate, but I don't know where the hell that cover came from. And nobody from Ellora's Cave has given me any official notification that the book's out. There's no ISBN, either. So for now I'm treating it as an unofficial, pirate copy.

Go and have a look, and tell me if your computer monitor shows up the cover any more clearly than mine; it looks to me like girlie there is wearing jeans, which is interesting for a pre-industrial fantasy 'verse.

Reasons to be cheerful: one, two, three

One: I got a box of I, Spy? paperbacks.
Two: I got a box of Ugley Business paperbacks.
Three: I got a box of A is for Apple paperbacks!

Ahhh, aren't they pretty?

I've been going mildly bonkers this week because the rest of the household are away and I've been left holding the baby. Well, puppy. she's six months old, still bites, still jumps, and still isn't housetrained. Moreover, she does most of this on purpose because she's bored, because I leave her for long periods because, basically, I am not having that maniac in here with me and my books!

The little sod actually chewed through one of the bars of her baby-gate (why any of us thought a wooden gate would be a good idea, I don't know). So Wednesday, she woke me up by nosing into my bedroom...when she should have been shut in the kitchen downstairs. This morning, I found she'd destroyed one of the reinforced, renewable shopping bags we use at the supermarket. The idea with those things is when one wears out, you take it in and they replace it, free. but I'm not sure there's enough left of this one to even take in. It looks like...well, like a dog ate it!

Books in the mail

Look what the nice man from (insert delivery company here, I confess I didn't notice his livery) brought me this morning! Ten pretty shiny copies of each. Ahhhhh!

Oh my God, Sophie!

I, Spy? (Sophie Green Mysteries) is available for preorder on Amazon! I'm jumping all over here in excitement. Squeeee!

Too hot for Photobucket

That's right, folks. Over at the Changeling Press blog, there was for a brief period a blank spot on the New Releases section. In its place was a message saying: This image or video violated
our terms of service.

Because of the hot naked man on it.

That's Adam, baby! He's too hot for Photobucket! Well, read it: he's too hot for a lot of places!

It Had To Be You

...which is the name I eventually settled on for my romantic comedy, is finished! Well, the first draft is. Tomorrow I'll print it out, and three days later when that's done (it's only 70k, but my printer is reeeaaallly slow) I'll read it through, decide it's all rubbish, trash 70% of it, rewrite a lot, call my chosen career into question, and eventually send it off.

It's set in North Cornwall at a surf resort, during the summer (which I admit is unfeasibly warm and sunny), and features VW Camper vans, surfer boys, a cat called Henry, an amateur band, and lots of sun lotion. and I'm rather happy with it!

Book-o-rama

Look what came through my door today!