The Poppy Garden by Claire L Brown #RemembranceSunday #PoppyAppeal

Today, my guest on the blog is Claire L Brown, who has a very special story to tell on this very special weekend. Over to you, Claire. I can't remember a time when I didn’t write. I’ve always been in love with story telling.  If there wasn't a story in my collection I wanted to …

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A New Look for Winter Tales, Our #charity #anthology

Winter Tales is an anthology of festive or wintry tales by some fab authors. And it’s all for two great causes. Read all about its fresh new look here.


It’s hard to believe, but November is almost upon us, and winter is just around the corner. Shops are already filling up with Christmas goodies, and the dark nights are drawing in.

Social media has been full of promotional posts for, and news of, forthcoming or newly-released Christmas books. Some might say (and some have) that it’s far too early for all that, but the truth is, whatever your opinion, festive books are on sale and they’re proving to be very popular.

In a world that can sometimes seem harsh and uncaring, it can be a relief and a joy to settle down with a story set at the time of year when peace and goodwill to all men reign supreme. There’s something very cosy and comforting about Christmas books, and this year, the Write Romantics have a bumper crop on offer. You’ll be hearing more about that in future…

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(York) Tea for Two – and a Whole Host of RNA Writers

Here’s my take on the Romantic Novelists’ Association Afternoon Tea in York, September 30th. I went along with Julie Heslington, who writes as Jessica Redland, and, as it turns out, we had a blast!


Official tickets! Exciting. Or scary!

So there we were, Julie Heslington and me, standing outside The Royal York Hotel, all ready to go inside and brave our first “proper” Romantic Novelists’ Association event. Julie had been to a couple of conferences before but, for me, it was my first RNA event, full stop. The York Tea. A gathering of well-known, well-established romance writers, who would wonder who on earth we were, and how we dared to darken the doorstep of this place and rub shoulders with the elite of romantic fiction.

Well, that’s what we thought, anyway, in our darkest moments. “On the other hand,” we decided brightly, “they might be nice. We have to try, at least.”

Squaring our shoulders, we marched purposefully forward. Julie sailed into the hotel. I got tangled up in the revolving door and it took me slightly longer. Typical. Then, heads held high, we…

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