Autumn is with us. The leaves are turning brown, the nights are drawing in, and there’s a definite nip in the air here in Wales. It’s the perfect time for curling up in your favourite chunky sweater with a good book. I’m pleased to introduce the “Fall YA book giveaway”. Fall YA book giveaway I’ve teamed up with some fantastic …
Book Haul, Stationery Love and battling with thorn trees
Excuses, excuse, excuses. Today’s post was going to be my review of Phoenix Rising by Bryony Pearce for the British Books Challenge. I’m really enjoying the book… but I haven’t finished, mainly due to spending two days battling with thorn trees in the garden. I’m pleased to report I won, but they did put up a good fight and I have a great collection of …
Playlist for Sarah… and all human-alien hybrids far away from home
Playlist for Sarah… and all human-alien hybrids far away from home Music has always been a massive part of my life. I started playing the keyboard sat on my Grandma’s knee, have marched in Brass Bands, earned my living as a singer and still teach piano to whoever wants to learn. It’s no surprise that music plays a big part in …
New cover for Ninetyfive percent Human
Happy New Year to you all, and Happy New Cover to me New hotness I’m really excited to start 2017 with a sparkling new cover for Ninety-five percent Human. In preparation for the release of the sequel later on this year and also to include the two short story prequels I’ve written, I’ve re-branded the whole series. Don’t they look pretty? …
The teacher:
“Suzanna can read already,” says the Mother. “She reads really well.” The Teacher looks at the child with long blonde plaits hiding behind the Mother’s skirt. So far she’s refused to take off her coat or speak. This child is going to be hard work when she joins the class next week. The Teacher forces a smile. There’s one final …
The baby: it was a dark and snowy night …
It was a dark and snowy night … 5.30 am. It’s the end of March but flurries of snow fall softly around the bungalow on the corner; a perfect white blanket spoiled only by the footsteps of the midwife to the front door. Lights burn in every window. The mother paces the floor. It’s the first child, the first grand-child. …