Several of my books are going free the weekend of October 20-24. Blue Creek Bachelor, Marrying Melinda, Finding Farrell and The Return of Gabe McLeod. Check them out here , grab a copy, and enjoy!!

My Kindle has died and after googling things to do to fix it, and really, being none the wiser,         Gratuitous Writer Pic:  Only one went on to literary stardom ..... I've decided, screw it, I'll get another one. It will be my third, after the first one bit the dust after only a year but I got a refund on that, and bought another. I have so many e-books I'm dying to read, that I need to get one asap. I don't mind reading on the phone but a Kindle is better, so am quite looking forward to that, especially as a few of the books are writerly how to books.  One of the writers I'm intrigued by is Dean Wesley Smith. I've never read his fiction but was watching an interview recently, with Smith and his wife Kristine Kathryn Rusch, and their insight into publishing was fascinating. Plus they were the cutest couple, and who does not love a cute couple. Smith had studied the pulp writers of the 30s and analysed the way they worked, and he has utilised some of t

An excerpt from Marrying Melinda , which was my first indie published book: Enjoy...       Mel took a bite of her hamburger and used a paper napkin to wipe away a dribble of ketchup from her chin. Steak, tomato and lettuce, a warm bun, pickles, tons of sauce – what more could you want? She took a sip of cola - diet cola – from the paper cup, set it back in the holder and glanced discreetly at Daniel. What she’d give to read his mind now, right this minute, as they sat on hard plastic seats in a stadium with sports crazed fans surrounding them. Most of them were vocal; a lot of them were just plain drunk. She took another bite of hamburger. This was the dinner he’d promised her? Not that she was complaining when it was the most excitement she’d be getting for a while. Their thighs had touched before and brief as it was, she hadn’t wanted the feeling to end. But watching a game meant they weren’t getting to talk and in the days since he’d phoned, imagining their dinner had be

It's Sunday here in NZ and what a good day for an excerpt. From "Falling for Jack." You can get it on Amazon here . I have already started "thinking about" Emily's story, and that should be a lot of fun, revisiting Robyn, Sage and the guys...  Excerpt: The minute she stepped inside, Sage ordered, “So what’s been going on with you and Fletcher?” She sat cross-legged on the couch. “Nothing.” “Ha,” Sage said disbelievingly. Robyn sighed. “Jack’s from my old home town, Kopane, up north. We weren't friends, we just knew of each other.” She stopped. It still blew her away he'd known who mousey, studious Robyn Taylor had been when he'd had plenty of girls throwing themselves at him. “He was a few years ahead of me at school though.” Best to leave the details of his past out. “And last night I bumped in to him when I was working at the charity dinner and we got talking; he loaned me his car to drive home and he just came back to pick it