Summer holidays, food poisoning, and new books…

The past six weeks have been eventful to say the least.

Let’s start with the good news. I got the rights back to The Black Door, which had been previously published with the fabulous Tirgearr Publishing. After giving it a new edit, re-formatting it, and designing a new cover, it was re-released on the 26th August.

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ASIN: B07WVRFVPS / ISBN: 978-1687345493

Kindle US, Kindle UK, Kindle CA, Kindle AU

It’s available to read on Kindle for £/$4.99 or free on Kindle Unlimited, and is also available in paperback for £7.99/$12.99.

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More writing news: C.V. Leigh is doing very well. I’ve been a bit quiet under this persona, simply because I’ve been run off my feet with other areas of my life. But, I’ve signed the contract for book two of the Wolves of Faol Hall series, and have finished the first draft of book three.

The Change is no longer available on KU, but can now be read on e-readers other than Kindle. Find your buy link: HERE.

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Blurb:

Kincaid pack Alpha, Alistair, has called his family back to their ancestral home in the Scottish Cairngorms. His wife, Megan, is losing control of her ability to shift and it has him rattled. When it comes to light that Nathan Trevell, Megan’s ex and the lycanthrope who turned her, has travelled from the States and is in the UK, closing in on his family, Alistair is even more determined to keep everyone safe.

Nathan isn’t deterred by the Kincaid pack. He’s in the UK for a very specific reason, a reason that threatens to turn the lives of the Kincaids upside down – and possibly endanger them.

Being cooped up together in Faol Hall only serves to highlight the differences between the Kincaids, and fighting soon breaks out. Can they put aside their issues and present a united front, before it’s too late?

Unfortunately, that’s where the writing news ends for now. As always, I took a break over the summer holidays. My son has gone into year 6, and if he’s anything like his sister, next year I’ll only see him if he’s hungry or needs me to drive him somewhere, so I decided to make the most of it this year. I made lots of plans to go places with them and do exciting stuff. Halfway through the holidays, they went for a sleepover at Nanny’s. Hubby and I thought this would be a great time to do some adulting. We ordered takeaway, went out for meals, booked tickets to see Russell Howard live… and halfway through his show, I got hit by food poisoning and had to run out. (Sorry Russell.)

I’ve never felt so ill in all my life. The actual poisoning only lasted two or three days, but the final three weeks of the summer holidays were ruined because I felt utterly drained. I haven’t been able to eat properly for almost a month now. In fact, my appetite only really came back the day before yesterday. I now feel much better, but I’m struggling to write. My plan to finish the child-friendly epic fantasy was a bust. I haven’t been able to finish the second draft of Wolves of Faol Hall Book Three, and I still haven’t written a book to go with a cover I won back in February!

Hopefully my mojo will return at some point, but for now fans will have to be content with books I’ve already written.

Sorry about that.

Hope everyone else has had a lovely summer. Time to look forward to the autumn and start planning for Christmas!

 

The Black Door – an extract #tirgearrtuesday #erotic #romance

Today’s Tirgearr Tuesday extract comes from The Black Door

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ISBN: 9781311762207
ASIN: B00LP0EN70

Blurb:
Imogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?
Excerpt:
Men. All the bloody same.

 

My mind traced back to the day I had given up on one-sided monogamous relationships.

The children were at school or work, and the sun was beating down. It was a glorious day, and I had decided to go home for lunch, rather than spend it in a stuffy office.

I pulled up outside the house and a fleeting thought passed through my mind when I saw Connor’s car sitting in the driveway. My husband of eighteen years had had the same idea.

I crept into the house, hoping to surprise him. But, it turned out that his idea had involved a slutty bottle-blonde.

I wanted to blame the events that followed on a red mist descending over me. The truth is that in the time it took for my mind to register that some tart was riding my husband in what I later found out was known as reverse cowgirl, my mind had calculated the necessary response.

The skank lost a good handful of bleached hair, roots and all. I allowed her to gather her clothes and watched as she tugged her pants on whilst running out of the house. If nothing else, the neighbours got a good show.

Connor yelled at me. But his words were drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. I marched back up the stairs and into his little study. Opening the window, I saw Miss Slut stood in the middle of the road, screeching obscenities at me. I looked at the Ferrari in our driveway and smiled.

I think his Xbox enjoyed its first and final flying lesson as it sailed out of the window. The fact that it landed in the bonnet of his prized mid-life crisis proved that Karma does exist.

Connor. Holly.

I made a mental note of the two names at the top of my imaginary hit list.

I blinked and I was back in the boardroom.

 

 

If you don’t like Alpha men, don’t read my books…

I’ve written ten books now, and they all have one thing in common: Hot Alpha Men. What do I mean by the term ‘Alpha’? The dictionary will tell you that it means an assertive and dominant male, the head of a group, someone who is powerful. Wait… ‘Dominant’? Doesn’t that mean… BDSM? No. No, it doesn’t.

Being dominant and the natural-born leader doesn’t always mean that he’s a Dominant. Strangely enough, not everything is about BDSM in the world of erotic romance. Yes, two of my books touch upon the world of BDSM: Taking Care of Leah and A Different Kind of Therapy. But, the rest of my books are very main-stream when it comes to sex, and the men are still considered Alpha Males. They take charge. They are protective. They are in a powerful position. And according to some, that is wrong.

“Don’t leave me.” She tightened her hold on him, her face firm against his chest,tears soaking his T-shirt. “I thought he loved me. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I will look after you..png

I’ve read numerous social media posts just recently, complaining about the amount of Alpha men in romance novels, in particular the rich ones that wear sharp suits. The problem is, I quite like writing them. I even like reading about them. I enjoy reading romance stories about women being swept off their feet, I enjoy creating characters that are loosely based on my ideal man. (Sorry Hubby…) For me, romance is about escapism. It’s about losing myself in the fictional world.

In the literary world, we writers are never going to please everyone. There is always going to be someone who is offended by something, there is always going to be someone who is triggered by a particular scene. I can’t help that, and I can’t stop it from happening. I don’t break the taboos of romance – you will never find rape for gratification, age-play etc. in my books. My characters come with a past, but are all legal and consenting adults. But, even then, I have still had readers tell me how one scene brought back memories that they’d rather forget. I am sorry for that, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop including those types of scene.

He pressed his lips against mine, and any irritation was drowned out by pure lust. “Take the job,” he said against me. “Fuck Tremaine. It’s not him I want.”.png

Creating the perfect character is a challenge. One thing I hate is perfection, so I always try to include some kind of flaw. The characters in Seven Dirty Words & Four Letter Words are completely flawed. Poor Paige doesn’t know whether she’s coming or going, torn between Vance Ellery and Matthew Jackson. And I seriously enjoyed creating them. I quite often consider going back to them, maybe write a spin-off book, a prequel, or even a third book. But, their stories are over and I’m not sure I could do the characters justice.

Love-triangles are another aspect of romance that gets complained about a lot. And, yes, I write about those too. The Words series, The Final Straight, and to a certain extent, One Night in Aberdeen, all involve having to choose one person over another – not that the decision is a particularly hard one. I love a triangle, because there is so much that can be done with it, so many paths that characters can be taken down. One of the reasons that Seven Dirty Word and Four Letter Words was split into two books is because even I didn’t know how it was going to end!

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I write because I enjoy it. I write erotic romance because it’s fun. I write about awkward women because I am one. I write about women over the age of 30, because we’re not incapable of having relationships and hot sex just because we’ve left our twenties. I write about people who have their hearts stomped on, because it happens. I write about men who are complete ass-holes and get their comeuppance, because I have an ex who seriously needs to get his. I write about the sexy boss, and falling in love with someone who is beyond their reach, because I’ve been there. I write about Alpha Men in suits because I find them sexy. I’d like to think that all of my books are based on fantasies coming true.

In short, if you don’t want to read a book about an Alpha Male in a suit, with money in the bank… Don’t read my books. 

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The Black Door – #99p #99c #Kindle #EroticRomance #ContemporaryRomance

Yes, that’s right. The Black Door is currently 99p / 99c on Kindle. Get it while it’s cheap!

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ISBN: 9781311762207
ASIN: B00LP0EN70

Blurb: Imogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?
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Extract:
Chapter One
Men. All the bloody same.My mind traced back to the day I had given up on one-sided monogamous relationships.

The children were at school or work, and the sun was beating down. It was a glorious day, and I had decided to go home for lunch, rather than spend it in a stuffy office.

I pulled up outside the house and a fleeting thought passed through my mind when I saw Connor’s car sitting in the driveway. My husband of eighteen years had had the same idea.

I crept into the house, hoping to surprise him. But, it turned out that his idea had involved a slutty bottle-blonde.

I wanted to blame the events that followed on a red mist descending over me. The truth is that in the time it took for my mind to register that some tart was riding my husband in what I later found out was known as reverse cowgirl, my mind had calculated the necessary response.

The skank lost a good handful of bleached hair, roots and all. I allowed her to gather her clothes and watched as she tugged her pants on whilst running out of the house. If nothing else, the neighbours got a good show.

Connor yelled at me. But his words were drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. I marched back up the stairs and into his little study. Opening the window, I saw Miss Slut stood in the middle of the road, screeching obscenities at me. I looked at the Ferrari in our driveway and smiled.

I think his Xbox enjoyed its first and final flying lesson as it sailed out of the window. The fact that it landed in the bonnet of his prized mid-life crisis proved that Karma does exist.

Connor. Holly.

I made a mental note of the two names at the top of my imaginary hit list.

I blinked and I was back in the boardroom.

 

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Nominated for TRR’s Readers’ Choice Awards

All of my Tirgearr Publishing​ title’s (Seven Dirty Words, The Black Door, The Final Straight and One Night in Edinburgh) have been put up for nomination for The Romance Review’s Readers’ Choice Awards. They need 50 nominations each, and I would be so grateful if you could click on the following links and vote for them!

The Final Straight – http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17081

The Black Door – http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=14649

One Night in Edinburgh – http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=17080

Seven Dirty Words – http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=14650

THANK YOU!!!

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