It’s the time of year when even the most uncommitted Earth-Mother type begins to feel a bit stressed about making sure everything is nice for Christmas.
But few of us would go to the lengths of Eve Crowther, title character of Julie Butterfield’s seasonal romantic comedy Eve’s Christmas, who’s decided she needs to inject a little sparkle into the family’s usual laid back and slightly shabby holiday.
Of course, it’s no coincidence Eve’s change of heart coincides with a visit from husband Richard’s oldest friend, Abby, who, newly single, has decided to spend ALL twelve days of Christmas with the Crowthers. Continue reading
Poor old Lucy doesn’t even want to go back to her old job at Simcock & Bright, where she was once the golden girl.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in Norfolk recently – the new go-to county for authors.
In a futuristic world, ripped apart by a devastating war, Leonie hovers on the brink of death after harnessing her extra-ordinary mental powers to save the victims of a horrible explosion.
Confession time: I fell in love with The Summer Springsteen’s Songs Saved Me by Barbara Quinn when it first came out two years ago.
How do you like your scones? The Devonshire way? Jam on top. Or do you go down the Cornwall route and spread the jam first and top with clotted cream?
One of my pet hates is people who complain things were better in the old days.
Forget stereotypes and box ticking: from Kick-ass Hotties to Mom Warriors, tarts with hearts and Crying WAGS – it’s all about the writing.
It’s the stuff of nightmares – or mine, at least. A bullying ex-boyfriend, a totalitarian religious sect, and a remote abbey that’s more like a concentration camp than a haven. The chills are coming quick and fast.