I didn’t want you all to miss out on a wonderful GIVEAWAY

Follow some amazing authors on Amazon and social media for a chance to win one paperback copy of All Your Perfects by Colleen Hoover, one paperback copy of Dark Lover by J.R. Ward, one paperback copy of Handle with Care by Helena Hunting, a 3 piece set of aromatherapy reed diffusers, a five-piece Bath and Body Works Spa Gift Basket and a $25 Amazon Gift Card! You can also come back every day for special tasks that will earn you daily entry points! Click the image below to enter.

And I promised you TWO giveaways so here’s the next one…

Looking for some amazing reads to keep you company this fall? Enter for a chance to win the below! Open internationally through 11/30/19!

​✔️ $50 Amazon (US) gift card
✔️ 5 ebooks from the below authors

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Participating Authors:

BL Maxwell

Julia McBryant

Lynn Michaels

Michelle Frost

Susan Mac Nicol

*Giveaway open through 11/30/19. One winner will be chosen and notified via Facebook or email the first week of December 2019.

MY NEW BOOK OUT in FEBRUARY 2020

I have a new book out for Valentine’s Day 2020. It’s called ‘Gin Me Over’ and it’s the story of one rather flighty and creative gin-maker named Birdy who meets his match in uptight bank manager Jaydon. Their chances of making it together are good…unless Jaydon loses patience before they’ve got a chance to start what’s certainly building between them.

Here’s a nice long excerpt to give you an idea of exactly what poor Jaydon will have to put up with 🙂

“I’m sorry, Mr Dobbs. I simply can’t do this anymore.” Elias Cranston, my ex-Business Manager all of ten seconds ago, shook his head vehemently and looked as if he was trying not to cry. “I’ve tried, God knows I’ve tried but it isn’t working.”

I stared at him in confusion, noticing the nervous tic in his left eyebrow, and the fingers clenched at his sides. He seems terribly stressed. Perhaps I should make him some tea. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Elias, and must I tell you once again not to call me Mr Dobbs? It’s Birdy, for Christ’s sake.”

Elias closed his eyes in what seemed like despair and carried on with the head shaking. I was rather worried he was going to lose it the way he was going. “It’s not right to call a man ‘Birdy’,” he garbled, “Especially when that man is your customer and the owner of everything around you.” He waved a hand at the estate surrounding us, green fields and trees as far as the eye could see. His hand came back from its floundering and motioned towards me.

I gazed at it in fascination. Elias must have a soupçon of Italian in him, I mused, given the extravagant nature of his gestures. That thought made me think of the luxurious bottles of Firecrest Ruby gin and other blends currently bound for Tuscany for display at a gin expo. Ori-Gin’s award-winning blend of botanicals, cherries and my own secret ingredients was a hit and we’d been hard-pressed to produce enough to satisfy the demand.

“And this is exactly why I can’t stay.” I was brought back to the present as Elias’s voice grew louder and more frustrated. I peered at him. Good God, was the man actually wringing his hands? I’d thought that was a literary term and no one ever really did it.

Elias glared at me. “You zone out when I’m talking to you, ignore my proposals and go off on a tangent, and I never quite know whether anything I’m saying is getting through to you. That’s why you’re in this financial mess.” His voice quavered. “And that awful tea you force upon me every time we get together makes me ill. I’m really not a fan of liquorice.”

I blinked owlishly behind my glasses as I raised a finger and pushed them up my nose. I made sure not to use my middle finger as I’d nearly had my lights punched out once by an irate stranger in a pub. “I’m sorry, were you saying something? Err, I promise to listen. Where were we?”

We were nowhere,” Elias said tersely as he turned to walk back up towards the office attached to the side of the distillery. “I, however, am making plans to leave and you’ll need to find someone else to manage this sorely declining business. I’m sorry, Mr Dobbs, but if you carry on the way you’re going, you’re going to need to find a new job and something else for your employees.” He strode up the manicured lawn towards the office and I could only stare after him, perplexed. The business had won a heap of awards, some with monetary values; the gin was selling well, and my employees always got paid on time. I was at a loss to think why Elias would think that was all going to end.

Perhaps I should have paid more attention to all the boring paperwork and his endless discussions on cash flow, budgets and… Blah blah blahI was bored already.

“Keep your gin up, Elias,” I called after him, wondering whether I should follow or not. “It’ll be all right, you’ll see.” His shoulders tensed and I remembered he wasn’t a fan of my gin puns. I had a load of them saved up for special occasions. The warble of a wagtail caught my attention and I turned to the sound. “Hello, my pretty,” I murmured and forgot all about Elias as I hurried over to the tree I thought the wagtail perched in. I reached into the pocket of my jeans for my phone. “Don’t fly away, will you? I’m coming to take your picture.”

I hope you enjoyed it! Keep in touch with me for future news, it’s lovely having you along on the journey.