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Congratulations~It’s a book!

Publishing a book is like giving birth. It’s a long time coming, it involves a whole lot of blood, sweat, and tears, and the euphoria when you finally hold your baby in your hands is second to none.

I gave ‘real’ birth twice, to two wonderful little boys. But this is my FIFTH book baby, and the emotion, excitement and pride are every bit as intense as they were for the previous four book births and their real life flesh-and-blood-baby counterparts.

I write romance with rock stars, and here’s your latest fix:

Fallen for Rock: Out today!

Fallen for Rock: Out today!

 Fallen for Rock

‘A thrilling and delicious story of love and self-discovery woven around a broken romance that will make you turn page after page and cheer to the end.’

Love, life, loyalties. Nothing stays the same when Emily gets drawn into the world of rock.

Glossy and sophisticated professional high-flyer Emily has no time for nonsense such as the rock music her ex-boyfriend Nate adored so much. Yet when she unexpectedly comes into possession of VIP tickets—access all areas—for new rock band phenomenon, MonX, she can’t resist the temptation.

The fateful gig turns into more than one night, and Emily finds herself strangely drawn to this new and unfamiliar glittery world. However, only weeks later, MonX and her own universe fall apart with devastating consequences for all. When MonX lead singer Mike appeals for her help, she reluctantly embraces a new opportunity. But she soon discovers that while she may be a rock chick after all, a groupie she is not… Or is she?

Just exactly where do her loyalties lie? And what direction will her life take now that she’s left behind everything she treasured?

Warning! Fallen For Rock contains some explicit content and strong language that may not be suitable for readers under eighteen years of age.

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Party Time!

Join me today, 30 June 2014, on Facebook and Twitter for all-day launch festivities including games, music, flash giveaways, and virtual food and drink.


To celebrate the launch of Fallen for Rock and to spread some joy, I’m giving away the following items:

One Large Signed Poster of “Fallen for Rock”

Three Sets of Signed “Fallen for Rock” Swag (Postcards and Bookmarks)

Three Sets of Signed “Fallen for Rock SWAG SPECIAL” including 2 bookmarks, 2 postcards and 2 guitar picks

Five Sets of Signed “Fallen for Rock” Guitar Picks (two picks per set)

One Set of “The Complete Nicky Wells Swag” (signed): Bookmarks and postcards for Sophie’s Turn, Sophie’s Run, Sophie’s Encore, Spirits of Christmas and Fallen for Rock

One Audio CD: Bon Jovi “Greatest Hits” (2010)

 One Amazon Gift Certificate for £5/$7 or equivalent

Fallen for Rock Swag

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The Small Print: Giveaway is open internationally. Giveaway entrants must be aged 18 or over. Giveaway closes at midnight on 14 August 2014. Winners will be notified by email.

The Tour

I write romance with rock stars. I know all about touring. Of course I’m taking this release on tour! Here’s a list of all the wonderful blogs that will be hosting Fallen for Rock with reviews, guest posts and/or interviews over the coming weeks. Give these bloggers a big round of applause when you stop by there: they are truly amazing, and I couldn’t do what I do without their support.

30 June 2014 Samantha Stroh Bailey
30 June 2014 Celtic Connexions
30 June 2014 Dizzy C’s Little Book Blog
30 June 2014 Rosie Amber
30 June 2014 The Adventures Within
30 June 2014 Love Between the Sheets
30 June 2014 Perusing Princesses
30 June 2014 Random Rants and Rambling from a Rock ‘n’ Roll Drama Queen
02 July 2014 Bless Their Hearts Mom
02 July 2014 Brook Cottage Books
02 July 2014 Comet Babe’s Books
02 July 2014 Read My Dang Book
04 July 2014 Creating Serenity
05 July 2014 Kim the Book Worm
05 July 2014 The Boyfriend Bookmark
07 July 2014 The Love of a Good Book (1)
07 July 2014 The Love of a Good Book (2)
07 July 2014 Bookworm Brandee
07 July 2014 Crooks on Books
08 July 2014 Julie’s Book Review
09 July 2014 Booketta
10 July 2014 Me and Reading
10 July 2014 Chick Lit Plus
16 July 2014 Cosmochicklitan
19 July 2014 Books to Light Your Fire
21 July 2014 Jersey Girl Book Reviews
24 July 2014 Sky’s Book Corner
04 August 2014 Emma Calin
07 August 2014 Chick Lit Central
07 August 2014 The Phantom Paragrapher
11 August 2014 Jera’s Jamboree
11 August 2014 Best Chick Lit
11 August 2014 My Pen Name Only
04 September 2014 The Book Chick
 September 2014 Literary Chanteuse
September 2014 Supportive Business Mums

See you on tour… and rock on! 🙂

Have you Fallen for Rock yet?

Eighty percent orgasmic because of a deep voice and a bit of humour?


Squeee! Three more sleeps!


…a small cry almost, sexy yet dreamy…


Guilty! I broke the author’s first commandment.

Yes, I certainly did. The author’s first commandment being, “Always carry a notebook and a pen.”

So I found myself on a bus to Lincoln last week Wednesday. It was early, just after school drop-off, and the sun was shining brightly on the green and lush Lincolnshire countryside as the bus trundled its way towards the city centre. Already the spires of the Cathedral were in full view, and the scenery was growing more suburban by the minute.

I was sitting on the top deck, idly minding my own business. Actually, I wasn’t minding my own business at all. I don’t recall thinking about anything in particular. I had no worries on my mind, no urgent tasks, no remnants of a frazzled morning to analyse. I was simply… sitting there. When, quite suddenly and completely out of the blue, an idea struck. What if a famous rock star, for a whole host of complicated reasons, had to up-end his life and start over, deep, deep under cover? Dah-dah-daaaang!

My nose twitched. (My nose always twitches when I’m onto something, idea-wise). Oh-uh. While the bus rambled on, its passengers oblivious of the creative avalanche in my brain, ideas for the story clicked into place like fragments of a jigsaw. Places, motivations, crisis points, laugh-out-loud potential… everything swirled round and settled into place faster than I could say (not out loud, of course), “hang on, I haven’t got a pen.”

Because yes, my friends, I had committed the unthinkable crime. I had left the house with a rucksack devoid of writerly implements. No notebook, no notepad, not even a pen with which to write on my bus ticket (tiny though it was, it would have been a scrap of hope!). I had nothing. Nada. Nixiplonks, as my other half would say. There was a reason for this of course. The previous Monday, I had got utterly drenched in a phenomenal rain storm, and I had to empty out my rucksack completely, disposing of notepads, pens, and various other things I habitually carry.

The normal contents of my rucksack... including a notepad and several pens!

The normal contents of my rucksack… including a notepad and several pens!

My fingers itched, and I was feeling frantic.

The problem wasn’t so much that I was fearful of losing the idea. The idea was firmly embedded in my head in broad strokes. No, the problem was that whole scenes were coming to me thick and fast, as though I’d already written the book and was germinating edits. This is what usually happens when I conceive a novel, except it usually happens in the middle of the night when I’m at home with access to all manner of writing accoutrements, most notably my laptop.

Worse! Next thing I knew, the bus pulled into my stop, and I had to hurl myself down the stairs so that I wouldn’t be carried further than I wanted.

Breathless and discombobulated, I paused under the big plane tree on Broadgate (if indeed it is a plane tree. Who am I to know these things? Details, details!) and dug out my mobile phone. Needs must!

See? Ancient.

See? Ancient.

That probably sounds like an inspired course of action to you, but you have to understand that my mobile phone is old. As in, seriously old. It’s the exact opposite of a smartphone. It makes calls and sends and receives texts, and that’s it. It does not access the Internet, Facebook, Twitter, email or my blog. It does not have voice-recognition or a pseudo-work-environment. But it does have a ‘to do’ list function.

For the next twenty minutes, I stumbled all over Lincoln, crossing various roads and only barely just dodging cars, bikers, and delivery trucks, while clumsily tapping the bare bones of my next novel into this ancient old phone one painstaking letter at a time. I would bet you that I was the epitome of the irresponsible phone user, and that many an irate driver shook their fist at me. But hey, I didn’t have a choice. I was a woman possessed.

I broke the author’s first commandment, and I had a sore thumb for days, but I rescued the plot, the plan, the grand idea. And that, people, means that you can look forward to yet another book in my catalogue. After Fallen for Rock (out 30 June) and my Christmas novella (Fairy Tale in New York, out in October or November) and my current work-in-progress (bringing you a glamorous rock star couple and their rather disastrous honeymoon with epic consequences, due for release in the spring of 2015), I have the next story in the hopper. And so the fun goes on!

But I counsel thee this. Never, ever, ever leave your house without a notepad and a pen. I shall learn my lesson, too!

Your turn! Have you ever been assailed by an idea, a concept, a thought, that you had to eternalise without any means of doing so? What did you do?

EXCLUSIVE! Get your sneak peek at Fallen for Rock via this 1,000 word excerpt!

‘Aha.’ Mike seemed to perk up. He extended a hand for me to shake. ‘I’m Mike.’

I shook his hand. ‘I know that.’

‘Of course you do.’ Mike was entirely unselfconscious about his famous identity. ‘And you are?’

He skewed his head and examined my cleavage. Instinctively, I lifted a hand to my chest to obscure his view, but my fingers connected with the backstage pass instead. I blushed. He had been staring not at my cleavage, but at my pass. He was trying to decipher my name.

‘Emily,’ I helped him out.

‘Emily,’ he read at the same time.

I mustered a smile even though my tummy was doing somersaults. My mouth seemed to have gone very dry. Mike oozed sex appeal from every pore, and it appeared that I wasn’t immune to his charms. Not even remotely. The only other person I had ever responded to like this, physically, was…Nate.

‘You okay?’ Mike grabbed my hand. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

‘I’m fine,’ I croaked. ‘Only a bad taste in my mouth.’

‘Bad taste? Is there something wrong with the food?’

Mike leaned over to sniff my plate suspiciously, and I burst out laughing.

‘The food’s fine. It’s me. It was a metaphorical bad taste.’

‘Ah.’ Mike sat back, increasing the distance between his body and mine, and I sneaked in a surreptitious deep breath.

‘You looking forward to the show?’

I nodded. ‘I am, actually.’

‘You are, “actually”? You sound surprised.’

He was extremely perceptive, for a man. Damn, but the parallels between this encounter and meeting Nate were too disturbing for words. I refused to analyse the notion and elected to dig myself a hole instead, for the second time that night.

‘I am. Surprised, I mean. Of course I’m a fan, of sorts. I know your music. My ex used to play it all the time. It’s…it’s…’ I searched for a suitable adjective but failed. How did you describe rock music?

‘It rocks,’ I eventually supplied, and received a bellow of laughter in return.

‘I should certainly hope so,’ Mike yelped, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. I pouted and returned my attention to my food. If in doubt, stuff your mouth with canapés to absolve yourself of the need for small talk.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mike looking me up and down carefully.

‘Let me guess,’ he said. ‘Your ex got the VIP tickets, and you’re only here because of him.’

I swallowed hastily to clear my mouth. ‘Is it that obvious? Do I have a tattoo on my forehead or something?’

‘Not really. But you’re different. From, you know, our normal fans.’

‘Yeah, so I’ve been told,’ I replied wryly.

‘No, it’s good,’ Mike hastily amended. ‘It’s nice. It makes a change. I like it.’

I like it. The way he said it, it sounded like he meant, I like you. A ferocious blush spread across my cheeks, down my chest, and right down to my toes.

‘So where is he?’ Mike’s eyes were all innocence, entirely belying the nature of his leading question.

‘Who?’ Two can play your game.

‘The ex.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You don’t know?’

‘I don’t know. He’s not here, if that’s what you’re asking.’

Mike inclined his head and his eyebrows lifted, making his eyes look wide and excited. They were a light, chestnut brown, similar to Nate’s and yet entirely different. They shone with an easy-going, teasing light.

Mike was extremely handsome, in a rugged kind of way. Where Nate’s hair was only on the long-ish side, Mike’s was unashamedly long. But it suited him. Inexplicably, it seemed to accentuate his manliness, especially when combined with that smooth, bare chest peeking through from under his unbuttoned shirt.

My all-body blush ratcheted up a few degrees, and I felt extremely hot. I couldn’t be attracted to this man. I couldn’t. I was on the rebound. I loved Nate. I had only just figured out that I loved Nate. I was only here because I wanted him back. Therefore, I couldn’t possibly be having that kind of reaction to a different man. A different rock musician, at that. Was this life’s cruel way of ramming home the error of my ways?

It took a moment for me to register that Mike had claimed my free hand again and that he was, in fact, gently massaging my palm with his thumb. His touch was warm and gentle, but every time the pad of his thumb alighted on the base of mine, my vagina jumped with joy. I had had no idea that my thumb was an erogenous touch point, but there was no mistake. Mike had a direct line to my loins, and he seemed to know it.

‘Well, well, well,’ he muttered softly. ‘He’s not here. How long since you broke up?’

None of your business, my head screamed. Back off, I’m not interested.

‘About four weeks,’ my mouth said coyly. ‘You know what it’s like.’

Mike’s eyes softened. ‘I do know what it’s like,’ he concurred. ‘From one free soul to another.’

A bell rang out from somewhere, and it pierced my consciousness like a knife. I felt as though I was waking from a trance.

‘Would you like an autograph?’ Mike asked, changing the subject completely. I reeled but pulled myself together.

‘Yes, of course. Um…’

I was still holding my plate, and I had no paper whatsoever to write on. But that didn’t prove a problem.

Mike grabbed my right arm and turned it inside up. Before I could object, he was writing on it with a marker pen that he had produced from his shirt pocket. The thick nib of the pen tickled the sensitive skin of my inner arm, and I held my breath, too stunned to object. Mike took his time, and the moment was almost sensuous in its significance. I found myself covered in delicious goosebumps from head to toe. It seemed that rock musicians had a peculiar effect on me. My body clearly knew me better than my mind.

I sat rigid and barely breathing until Mike finished with a flourish, released my arm, and planted a kiss on the back of my hand.

‘I must be off. Enjoy the show.’ He got up and left before I could reply. Dumbstruck, I stared after him until he had exited from the room. Only then did I examine his handiwork on my still tingling skin.

To Emily ~ I hope you’ll come after the show. Mike xxx

Fallen for Rock releases 30 June 2014 in ebook and paperback editions!

FFR_Cover9forPaperbackMeanwhile, you still have a few days left to enter my Goodreads giveaway of two signed paperback copies! Hurry, giveaway closes 23 June!



Less than three weeks to go…


The eagle has landed…

…and I’m outrageously excited! Less than three weeks to go!

Romance with rock stars ~ Fallen for Rock releases on 30 June 2014!

Romance with rock stars ~ Fallen for Rock releases on 30 June 2014!

And you’ve got just under two weeks to enter to win one of these fabulous hot-of-the-press paperbacks! Why not enter my Goodreads giveaway now?