Monday, 21 December 2015

Christmas kisses

This week I've been combining the build-up to Christmas with writing the new book. My gorgeous hero and heroine (finally!) locked lips for the first time, so to celebrate, here is my favourite Christmas kiss!

Oh, Dawn and Tim. I bloody love you two. Maybe we should see that again... It's the build up that gets me. Every. Darn. Time.

May you all have many festive smooches this holiday season. And if you're headed to the office Christmas party, don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Lots of love


Sunday, 29 November 2015

Table? What table?

I was lucky enough to be invited to a wedding in Winchester recently (GREAT wedding. There was a quiz - need I say more?!) and history geek that I am I couldn't resist the lure of the round table at the castle's old Great Hall.

So I dragged long-suffering hubby and baby off to indulge my love of medieval history, regurgitate everything I knew about the Morte d'Arthur and generally be an insufferable know-it-all. Now, I flipping love a castle. There's something so visceral about being able to reach out and touch the walls of a building that has survived more than half a millenium, and trying to understand the lives of all the people who have touched that stone before me. And there is no shortage of inspiration in Winchester.

The Great Hall did not let me down. I've got so ideas battling for my attention now I'm going to have to break out one of my shiny new notebooks and get them down on paper before I lose them. So many stories and so little time to write!

Here's a selection of my photos from the day...

 There's something more than a little Iron Throne-y about the detailing at the top of these gates, no? They were installed in 1983 to celebrate the marriage of Prince Charles and Lady Diana

This incredible painting covers the entire end wall and lists all of Winchester's representatives in Parliament. Why the blank spaces, though, I wonder? If anyone can enlighten me then please do!

Sorry, I couldn't resist. Good name, is Eleanor. Very regal...

And what did the husband make of the legendary round table, I hear you ask. 'Table? Was there a real table? I didn't see one?'

You can see how it's easy to miss...  

Has anyone else been finding inspiration in unusual places?

Sunday, 22 November 2015

Five things I've learnt about writing, by not writing

The last few weeks I've stepped up work on my next novel for Mills & Boon, after more than half a year away on maternity leave. Apart from a few hastily scribbled diary entries, all very emotional and largely nonsensical, there hasn't been much writing in my life for the past few months. So with the perspective that only a sabbatical can give you, here's what I've learnt about being a writer...

The cliches are true YOU HAVE TO GET BACK ON THE HORSE, because let's face it, this here book ISN'T GOING TO WRITE ITSELF. There are bills to pay, a contract in place, not to mention the fact that you have been desperate to get started again for months. That's not to say that it's easy to do. I'll admit there was a moment -- okay, more than one -- when I first started writing again and I honestly thought, I can't do this any more.  I got off to a creaky start, barely able to finish a word, never mind a sentence. The characters wouldn't behave, I kept finding huge gaps in my research. But luckily, it seems writing is LIKE RIDING A BIKE. If you push through it, just keep putting down word after word, then eventually you HIT YOUR STRIDE and before you know it Chapter Three is finished, your characters are getting steamy and it's all FALLING INTO PLACE.

But you can't use them Because clich├ęs are lazy, bad writing, and not only do you need to write this book, you want it to be good. Which means coming up with completely new and never-before-seen combinations of words to show the beauty and the heartache of two strangers meeting, falling in love, and trying to work out how to build a life together. One original word has to follow another, until you have fifty thousand of them. 

Writing's lonely No one can do it for you. Because those fifty thousand words we talked about? You're the only one who can write them. No one else knows your characters like you do, and no one can love them like you do, which means no one else can tell their story like you can. 

But you can't do it alone In times past, an expectant mother would gather her women around her as the birth grew near -- her mother, sisters, maybe a local wise woman. You need to do the same, whether it's a local writing group, your publishing colleagues, your family and friends, at some point you're going to want someone who will tell you, 'You can do this!' (And for everyone who has told me this over the past few weeks -- you know who you are -- thank you, and I love you for it.)

It's the best job in the world God I've missed it! The thrill when the words start spilling from your fingers and you have no idea who's making it happen. The joy when you weave together disparate strands to fix a plot hole. The sheer, unabashed bliss when you start off writing an awkward kiss and then all of a sudden everything's getting hot and steamy and the characters are telling you they want more. These are the moments that make us slog through the first stilted pages. Why I'll overcome my mortal fear of rereading the first chapter and go back and make it beautiful. Why I do a job that frequently leaves me crying into my laptop, over people who exist only to me, whilst wearing yesterday's pyjamas. Sometimes it feels like the hardest job in the world, but I wouldn't swap it for anything. 

Have you ever taken a break from doing the thing that you love? I'd love to her how you found it. As well as getting the new book moving, I'm also back on Facebook and Twitter, and would love to hear from you. 


Sunday, 1 November 2015

Tall, Dark and Wealthy

My husband has one of these three in the bag (no, I'm not telling which!) but if you're looking for a man who has all this and more, I have just the thing! The Tall, Dark and Wealthy collection, featuring my first novel, Hiding from Hollywood is out now for the bargain price of 56p. Yes, eight, eight, hot, wealthy available men, waiting for you over at Amazon. What are you waiting for?!

In other news, I'm starting to get back to work after my maternity leave! It's been a long, surprising, tiring, incredible seven months with my little girl, but I've purchased my back to school stationery, got a million ideas racing round my brain, and some beautifully pristine notebooks waiting for my attentions, and I cannot wait. Expect to see a bit more of me around here, and on the Facebook and Twitters - sorry about that!


Wednesday, 2 September 2015

And the award goes to ...

Newborn on her Doorstep is finished, published, and unleashed on the world! Which means that it must be that time again when I gush like an Oscar winner (in the good old days, before they started turning up the music) and thank all the incredibly generous and talented people who helped me get a book from a scratching of an idea into a real-life novel.

So, in no particular order, because they are all equally wonderful...

Krista, for spotting my first (fairly huge) plot hole
Alexia, for the most enthusiastic reaction to a first chapter ever, and all the advice on life with a newborn ... how little I knew back then!
Sophie and Anna, for all the medical advice, and Phoebe, for the social care aspects
The Harbury Writers, for reading my chapters and brainstorming
My family for keeping me sane(ish)
Lucy and Rosie, for letting me borrow your names, and Rosie especially for helping with Italian nonnas and describing what Rome smells like
And Mike, for all the tea...



Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Newborn on her Doorstep is here!

It's the first of the month, and we all know what that means in the Harlequin and Mills & Boon world.... new books! And today my very own Newborn on Her Doorstep will be joining their ranks.

This book has taken a long road to the bookshelves. In it's earliest days it was simply lodged in my imagination as a perennial 'what if' question (what would I do if I found an abandoned newborn??), but it stuck with me through my first tentative steps into novel writing, and finally through to the fantastic experience of working with my editor to make sure that the story is the best it possibly can be.

And in case you've managed to avoid these in the past, here's where you can find the book: Mills & Boon, Amazon (UK/US), iTunesGoogle PlayHarlequinGoodreads.

I love to hear from my readers, so if you want to tell me what you thought of the book then please leave me a review.

Happy 1st September to you all!


Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Sneaky look at a Newborn

Hello there lovely readers!

I've been taking a few hours out from my very own newborn to help prepare for the arrival of another...

Yes, my next literary baby is very nearly here :) And because I know it would be cruel to expect you to wait more than TWO WEEKS to have even a snifter of a look at it, here, just for you, is a sneaky sneaky preview of the first chapter!

Chapter One
Lily tucked her pencil behind her ear as she headed for the door. She almost had this website design finished, with a whole day to go before the client's deadline. She was privately amazed that she'd managed to get the thing done on time, given the chaos in her house. Even now she could hear chisels and hammers and God knew what else in her kitchen, as the builders ripped out the old units ready for work on the extension to start. 
The ring of the doorbell had been welcome, actually. When she'd glanced at her watch she'd realised that she'd not taken a break since settling down in her home office at six. She was overdue a cup of coffee—and no doubt the builders would appreciate one, too. 
A glance through the hallway window afforded a glimpse of a taxi heading up the road, but she couldn't see anyone waiting behind the frosted glass of the front door. Strange…she thought as she turned the key and pulled the door open. No one there. 
Kids? she wondered, but she'd lived in this house almost all of her life, and she couldn't remember a single case of knock-door-run. 
She was just about to shut the door and head back inside when a kitten-like mewl caught her attention and she glanced down. 
Not a kitten. 
A Moses basket was tucked into the corner of the porch, out of the spring breeze. Wrapped tight inside, with just eyes and the tip of a soft pink nose showing from the yellow blanket. A baby. 
Lily dropped to her knees out of instinct, and scooped the baby up from the floor, nestling her against her shoulder. Making sure the blanket was tucked tight, she walked down to the front gate, looking left and right for any sign of someone who might have just left a baby on her doorstep. 
She moved the baby into the crook of her arm as she tried to think, her brain struggling to catch up with this sudden appearance. And as she moved the baby she heard a papery crackle. When she pulled the corner of the blanket aside she found a scribbled note on a page torn from a notebook. The writing was as familiar as her own, and unmistakable. 
Please look after her. 
Which left all the questions she already had unanswered and asked a million more. 
She walked again to the gate, wondering if she could still catch sight of that taxi—if she had time to run and stop her half-sister before she did something irreversible. But as much as she strained her eyes, the car was gone. 
She stood paralysed with shock for a moment on the front path, unsure whether to run for help or to take the baby inside. What sort of trouble would her half-sister have to be in to do this? Was she leaving her here forever? Or was she going to turn up in a few minutes and explain? 
For the first time Lily took a deep breath, looked down into the clear blue eyes of her little niece—and fell instantly in love.
So what do you think: curious to find out how that little bundle is going to turn two strangers' lives upside down? Well for your chance to win one of  five free copies of the book enter my giveaway on Goodreads!

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Friday, 1 May 2015

New arrival -- welcome to the world!

I might have been away from my writing desk these last few months, but never fear -- it doesn't mean you've got a long wait for your next Ellie Darkins romance! While I was (im)patiently awaiting the arrival of my own little newborn, I was also scribbling away, my ever increasing belly acting as the clearest possible reminder that I had a deadline!

And just a few weeks before baby arrived, I finished my latest book... and I can now officially reveal that it will be out on 1 September 2015.

So, welcome to the world Newborn on her Doorstep!

Watch this space for more details :)


Bound By a Baby Bump is here!

It's the first of May, which means PUBLICATION DAY! I'm so happy to be releasing Bound by a Baby Bump into the wild, and can't wait to hear what you all think of it. I loved working on Rachel and Leo's story so much (nothing to do with the fact that the research process took in beaches in Dorset and Sicily of course ...) and it's wonderful to know that you can all share it now too.

So, may I humbly suggest you snag yourself a copy, fine a patch of sunshine somewhere (if it's somewhere sandy where you can hear waves crashing then all the better) and curl up for a couple of hours' escapism, sunshine and snogging.

And in case you've managed to avoid these in the past, here's where you can find the book: Amazon (UK/US), iTunes, Google Play, HarlequinGoodreads.

I love to hear from my readers, so if you want to tell me what you thought of the book then please leave me a review.

Happy 1st May to you all!


Friday, 17 April 2015

It takes a village

So everyone knows it takes a village to raise a child, right? Well it takes a veritable army to write a romance novel :)

There isn't room in the book to thank everyone who offered help, advice and inspiration while I was writing Bound by a Baby Bump, so I'm going to gush Gwyneth Paltrow-style here instead -- you have been warned!

This book coudn't have happened without...

Alexia, for brainstorming, your pep talks and your (painfully!) honest feedback -- it was exactly what I needed, every time
Krista and Iona, for impromptu geography lessons and for introducing me to the Dorset coast
Anna, for all her medical advice on Rachel's pregnancy
Sarah, for insightful notes, as always
Steph, for letting me borrow your 'floor-less' approach to renovating(!)
Carlin, for advising on the pregnancy
All my family, obviously, for putting up with the circuitous conversations, the plot-hole busting, the bringing of carbs, the support and encouragement that comes everyday
The whole team at Mills & Boon, and my fellow Romance writers, for cheerleading, notes, revisions, advice and general fabulosity
And, last but not least, Mike, for all the tea (again).

I owe  HUGE thank you to you all. I couldn't do this job without such amazing support behind me. I love you all lots.


P.S, DISCLAIMER I'm writing this post with baby brain -- if I've not mentioned you here it's because I'm writing with a mind like a colander, not because I don't love you and value you. I do. A LOT. That's all.

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Sneak preview and giveaway!

It's one month to go until Bound By a Baby Bump is due to hit bookshelves, and because you've all been waiting so nicely and patiently, it seems only fair to reward you. So for your reading pleasure, here's the first chapter, just for you. And if that's not enough for you, head over to Goodreads for a chance to win one of five copies of the book itself!

Love, Ellie x

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by Ellie Darkins

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Chapter 1

Look up.

He commanded her to feel his gaze on her skin, to glance over and meet his eye. To make a connection with him. He’d been watching her for hours, biding his time until he could have her complete, undivided attention. Since the moment he’d first seen her striding round the room, her tablet computer and Bluetooth headset at odds with her black silk evening dress and staggeringly sexy heels, he’d been transfixed.

The curve of her calves, the gleam of her skin and the fluid movement of her hair had caught his attention, but it was her fierce concentration that had held it. The way she’d managed the room and everyone in it with a gentle nudge here and a subtle pull there. With a glance at her watch and a whisper in the ear of a member of staff she’d averted disasters, negotiated tricky situations and ensured that every person she spoke to ended their conversation with a beaming grin. No doubt the charity the gala was fundraising for would make a fortune.

Under normal circumstances, the thought of a to-do list and a watch filled his belly with apprehension, an unwelcome reminder of school days that had tormented him at the time, and still threatened the occasional nightmare more than ten years later. But worn as an accessory by a woman who seemed so effortlessly powerful, it was suddenly incredibly sexy.

He’d waited for the perfect moment all night—watching groups where she was conversing, catching her eye across the room; at one point, he’d even headed towards her with a determined stride—only for her to abruptly change course and disappear into the kitchen. And now she was putting her head together with one of the other guests, consulting her tablet, tucking a curtain of shining hair behind her ear.

She laughed, and the sound reached him as clear as if the room had been silent. Her face creased, her head dropped back, and humour radiated from her like a wave. He wanted to make her laugh. He was unreasonably jealous of the person who had inspired the sound, a man with pure silver hair and a walking stick.

The string band had started playing in a corner of the ballroom, and a few couples were heading towards the dance floor. His eyes flickered towards them, and he wondered whether she’d accept an invitation to dance.

In the moment that his eyes left her, he felt her look at him.

He whipped around to try and catch her gaze, but her eyes had already dropped to her tablet, as she scrolled up and down. She glanced at him again, and this time he caught it. He turned, his hands in his pockets, and his body relaxed under her stare, turning his stance into something languid and louche.

He walked towards her, smiling, still refusing to look away. He would hold this contact until he could get his hands on something more solid.

Just a couple of steps away from her, he was hit with unaccustomed nerves. It had been an age since he’d felt nervous talking to a woman. Things were pretty easy-come-easy-go in his love-life, much to the satisfaction of everyone involved. Nerves were thin on the ground when the most you were looking to gain or lose was a few nights or weeks of fun. The prospect of commitment, of expectations, of being caught in a situation with no simple way out—only the fix of her eyes on his kept a shiver from his spine.

‘Hi, I’m Rachel Archer.’ The words arrived in a rush as soon as he was within arm’s reach and she stuck out her hand for him to shake.

‘Leo.’ He just managed the one word, though it felt as if all breath had left his body at the feel of her hand in his. He observed her closely, looking for any clue that she was as affected by this meeting as he. But she had dropped her eyes, pulling her hand back—was that a fraction of a hesitation?—and glancing down at her tablet.

‘So, are you enjoying crashing the party?’ She gave a throaty chuckle with the words, and he absorbed the sound, revelling in the delicious heat it inspired in his body. He was so focused on that sound that he almost missed the meaning of her words.

‘Crashing?’ he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile. ‘Says who?’

‘Says me.’ No laugh this time, though a perfectly polite smile was still on her lips. He wanted a real one. ‘Tonight is strictly invitation only, though if you are here to contribute generously to the Julia House hospice, I’m sure we can make an exception.’
He returned his hands to his pockets; it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he was there in place of his father, who was unwell and couldn’t attend. Normally, ‘representing the family’ wasn’t something he was interested in, but his father had promised the organisers that the family would be there with a generous donation—for a good cause he had been known to make an exception. He was intrigued, though. How did she know he was crashing—had she been asking questions about him?
‘I want to know more about why you think I’m crashing.’

‘Well…’ she said, pulling up another page on her tablet. ‘I planned the guest list. I sent the invitations, checked the RSVPs and wrote the table plan. There wasn’t a single Leo to be seen.’ Her eyes left her screen, and she looked him up and down, her eyes travelling from his face to his shoes, faltering slightly at his belt and chest. Encouraging.

‘Ah, so I must be crashing. I take it your lists are never wrong?’

‘Never,’ she agreed with a good-tempered nod, and just the merest hint of another chuckle.

‘Then I suppose I’ve got some making up to do. What will it take?’

‘Well, apart from your considerable contribution to Julia House, which I’m sure is already in hand…’


‘I want an explanation.’

It was his turn to laugh. ‘That’s all?’ But she didn’t look equally amused. In fact a worry line had appeared between her brows, and she glanced again at her screen.

‘Tonight has been planned and re-planned, checked and double-checked. I want to know how you’re here, and how I didn’t know about it.’

He wanted that line gone. Wanted any evidence of discomfort wiped from her face. He still wanted to make her laugh.

‘I’ll tell you everything. Every dark secret and trick of the conman’s trade.’ He raised his eyebrows, attempting melodramatic villainy, and was rewarded with a lift at the corner of her lips. ‘All you have to do is dance with me.’

Rachel rested her hand stiffly on his shoulder as they started to move to the music, wondering—again—why she had agreed to this. She let her gaze travel up from his collar, over a tanned throat, blond stubbled jaw and endearingly crooked nose. Up to a pair of eyes as blue as a baking summer sky, and then remembered.

Somewhere along the line, somewhere between guest list and dessert, her system had fallen short. He was probably standing in for someone—she had a shortlist of faces she’d been expecting to see but hadn’t. But how had she made it to eleven o’clock without realising something was wrong?‘So,’ she prompted, trying to keep her mind on the job, rather than on the confident way Leo was leading her around the floor, or the scent coming from his skin. Something salty, natural and that had, she guessed, never been anywhere near a Selfridges counter.

She faltered for a second as she caught him looking at her, and felt her cheeks warming under the intensity of his interest. She stilled, suddenly hyperaware of the pressure of his hand around hers, of his arm at her waist, the sound of him breathing close to her ear. Only the subtle squeeze of his arm reminded her she was supposed to be dancing. Forcing her feet to move, she glanced over his shoulder and spotted her boss, Will, and for a moment she was worried she was about to be caught slacking. But one look at his face told her she had nothing to worry about. He had eyes only for Maya, his partner, and she smiled. She couldn’t help but take a little credit for the happiness that was radiating from them both. She was the one who’d engineered Will into taking a cookery course he wasn’t interested in, all because it was run by a woman he definitely was.She’d watched that relationship blossom, from first meeting to their elation tonight, and felt a little pang of…what? Loneliness? No, that wasn’t it. She had friends—she’d even shared a flat with her best friend, Laura, until she’d bought her own place a year ago—right on track for her five-year plan. Sometimes she even managed to schedule time for a date or two.

But she didn’t have that, whatever it was that made it look as if half the light in the room were emanating from them.

So no, she wasn’t lonely, but maybe she was curious. Intrigued enough by the possibilities that when the surfy-looking blond who’d been casting looks in her direction all night had asked her if she wanted to dance, she’d looked him up and down and considered it.

And she’d been intrigued enough by what she’d seen to fight down the urge to tell him that this wasn’t in her schedule, but to send him a smile instead.

There wasn’t actually much left of her schedule tonight. That was the benefit of being chronically well organised, she supposed. When everything was planned and prepared in advance, she could just sit back and watch all the results of her hard work fall into place. Like with Will and Maya: the consequences of her plan had far exceeded her expectations, and she’d only had to intervene a couple of times to keep everything moving in the right direction. Better still, her boss had barely even noticed her involvement. The sign of a great executive assistant, she told herself. Her work was practically invisible.

She was so engrossed with watching the results of her meticulous planning she almost, almost, forgot where she was and what she was doing.

That was until a warm, rough fingertip found its way under her chin and tilted her face upward.

‘Should I be worried about the competition?’ Her eyes snapped back to his, and she was taken aback again by their intense colour, and the way he looked at her, as if there was some part of her he was trying desperately to see.

‘So who were you watching?’ he asked, reminding her of his question.

‘Jealous?’ She drew out the word with a smile, enjoying for a moment the control that it gave her. She didn’t even know yet what she wanted to do with this blatant expression of interest, other than enjoy it for a moment. ‘I’m just enjoying a plan coming together.’

‘You planned that?’ he asked, as her boss leant down and kissed Maya gently on the lips. The kiss itself was chaste enough, but the blatant bedroom eyes on both sides nudged it towards obscene.

‘I may have helped a little.’

‘Well, I prefer your attention here,’ he said, attempting to soften his words with a cheeky grin.

‘Demanding, much?’ Okay, so her attention wasn’t such a ridiculous thing to expect. But she didn’t want him thinking he could just demand what he wanted and expect her to deliver. And she still wasn’t sure how she felt about his attention. Attracted, sure. But meeting a party crasher with a cute smile and a devastating way of watching her hadn’t featured in her plans for tonight. She’d had no advance warning, no time to think about what she wanted to do.

‘Absolutely.’ He remained completely straight-faced and Rachel recognised the challenge. ‘But I think if you’re going to agree to dance with me, it’s only fair you give it your full attention.’

‘Perhaps. But you’re not holding up your end of the bargain. The dance was in exchange for an explanation. So spill. How did you get in without me knowing about it?’

‘Grappling hook,’ he replied, deadpan and with no hesitation. She let out a laugh, leaning back against his arm, letting the humour arch her body and soften her indignation.

He teased and she laughed, until she could feel the tension of the night leaching from her body. She’d not checked her watch since he’d led her to the floor, and she had no idea how long they’d been up there. And she was dangerously close to not caring. His humour, the naughty light in his eyes, was forcing the strain of preparing this evening from her limbs, demanding she enjoy herself. That she enjoy him. Eventually, when she’d laughed off his latest suggestion for how he’d joined the party—something about an international jewel thief—he leaned in close, until she could feel his warm breath disturbing her hair, and the minutest brush of his lips against her ear. With a little shiver, she suspected the time for games was coming to an end. ‘Someone asked me to attend on their behalf. I couldn’t say no. Are you going to throw me out?’

His reply prompted a hundred questions in her mind, but the one that sprang unguarded to her lips surprised even her: ‘Where would you go if I did?’

His lips parted slightly and he chose his words carefully, she guessed, not wanting to break the connection crackling like electricity between them. ‘That depends.’Of course she was meant to ask ‘on what’, but the blatant suggestion in his eyes made her falter, suddenly aware they weren’t playing any longer.

‘Would you come with me?’ he asked, deadly serious. He had given up on the dancing, too, and his hand had drifted up to her cheek, his thumb skittering across her skin. She had pulled her gaze away, unable to bear the close scrutiny of those huge, clear blue eyes, but now it snapped back up as she took a little half step away from him.

‘I can’t. I’m working.’ She didn’t even think before she spoke. The words came to her lips automatically as her heart rate spiked and her breath hitched. Her arms tensed where they rested against his body as she started to register the risk she’d taken coming up here with him. This man was chaos. She could see it in the haphazard drape of his tie and his mismatched cufflinks. The fact that even without being invited to the party he had got her away from her to-do list and onto the dance floor.

Her whereabouts and every action had been meticulously planned for the whole evening. She’d been in the right place and at the right time, with the right files and figures for just about every one of the past eighteen hours. She was currently partway through the hour that she’d marked ‘Networking, socialising, misc.’ And when it came to an end, she had planned to run through a couple of details with the venue manager before leaving for the night. Alone.

Leo smiled at her, cool and relaxed.

‘So you want to,’ he said, as if he’d just gained a small victory.

She narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t said that.

‘You said you can’t leave because you’re working. But you never said you don’t want to. I’ve been watching you all night. Waiting for the right moment to catch your attention; wanting to know what’s on that tablet of yours. How you keep a party like this moving with just a whisper and a look in the right direction. I’ve been completely hypnotised by you and all I want for the rest of the night is to find out more.’

Her eyes widened in surprise; she was completely taken aback by his words.
She’d spotted him early in the night, and wondered which name his face belonged to. As she’d worked round the room, meeting and greeting, discussing the practicalities of donations, nudging Will in the right direction, and keeping the company CEO, Sir Cuthbert Appleby, happy, her thoughts had drifted to the guy in the slightly crumpled suit, his wavy hair resisting any attempt at a style. But the more her gaze had been drawn to him, the more she’d fought it, forcing her eyes to her work, her schedule and smartphone. She’d recognised the danger in that pull, the need to stick to her plan and see out the night as she’d intended. But now? This dance was perfectly in line with her itinerary. She’d always expected to do some socialising. And after that? She had ten minutes’ work to do—tops.

So she could tell him she wasn’t interested, that she had barely noticed him and didn’t need to know any more than that. But it would be a lie. Because ever since his arm had captured her waist she’d been trying not to think about all the wicked things she’d like to do with his body. Her brain had thrown a dozen different suggestions at her, each one making her blush more than the last. Top of the list being to get his shirt off, so she could see if the contours of his body looked as good as they felt.

But she couldn’t just take off with him. She had responsibilities here, she thought, her heart rate picking up again, though from desire or panic she couldn’t tell. She had work she had to finish up. She couldn’t just take off because—


His thumb continued its exploration of her jaw, and dipped into her collarbone in a way that made her melt.

When she looked up and met his eyes, the danger there was obvious. But he spelled it out for her, anyway.

‘I want to make you shiver like that again,’ he said slowly. ‘I could try here, but…’ He stroked that magic spot again and she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself groaning out load.

‘You see the problem?’

She nodded, but… ‘I can’t do this.’

‘You can’t? Or you don’t want to?’

Did it matter? ‘I have a plan for tonight.’ She took another half step away from him, knowing she needed distance. ‘This isn’t it.’

He pulled her back in and rested his forehead against hers. ‘Rachel, you’re killing me. At least come somewhere we can talk.’ His arm dropped from her waist abruptly, but before she could mourn its loss her hand was engulfed by his and she was striding with him across the ballroom.

When they reached the lobby, he whirled around, his lips stopping just inches from hers. Was he doing it on purpose? Tempting her until she lost her mind and gave in?‘Help me here,’ he said, his voice soft and enticing. ‘You’re attracted to me.’ The lilt of his voice was just charming enough to
compensate for his lack of modesty. ‘So what’s stopping you?’

She took her hand back, and a step away from him, understanding that being so close was doing nothing for her decision-making skills. This wasn’t a question of what she wanted; she couldn’t just drop everything and leave on a whim.

‘Nothing’s stopping me,’ she said, keeping her voice carefully even. There was no need for him to know the nagging dread that would start in the base of her brain if she decided to embrace spontaneity. No need for him to know that she’d not done anything without a plan, a back-up plan and a contingency plan since she was a teenager. ‘I’m working. I had some free time scheduled, and thank you for the dance, but now I have to get back.’

He looked at her carefully, and she held his gaze. ‘Do you always have a plan? A schedule?’

‘I do. What’s wrong with that?’

‘Oh, you mean except for the claustrophobia, the inflexibility, the stifling—’ Wisely, he stopped himself, probably remembering he should play to his audience. ‘So I wasn’t in your plan for tonight. But what if something unexpected comes up? That must happen sometimes, right? Meetings get cancelled, things run late. Contracts get lost in the post. What happens to your plans then?’

‘I make a new one,’ she said, wondering what was behind his cut-off outburst, the flash of panic she’d seen on his face.

‘You adapt to the circumstances—just like that. No stress. No panic.’

‘Of course.’ Working with Will could—and frequently did—send crises her way. She smoothed each problem until it fitted neatly into her existing plans, and all without anyone seeing that below the surface she was paddling like a racing swan.

Leo smiled at her as if he’d just scored a point. ‘So make a new plan for tonight. Nothing serious, no reason to change tomorrow’s plans, or any day after that. Just reschedule a couple of hours tonight to fit me in.’

‘A couple of hours?’ She raised an eyebrow at that: one night suited her just fine—her life was too full for anything more—but she had ideas enough already to fill more than a couple of hours. If she was going to do this, she was going to be sure it was worth her while.

And she was intrigued, because he was right. She’d altered plans before. She’d adapted to circumstances. Allowed for last-minute changes. So why shouldn’t she do that tonight? Through the window into the ballroom she caught sight of Will and Maya dancing and remembered what she’d felt earlier, that stab of curiosity, or loneliness, or… Perhaps the fact that she didn’t even know what it was made a good enough reason to do this.‘I have a few things I have to finish up before I—’
With a smile, he swooped in and pressed a quick, hard kiss to her lips. ‘Just tell me when.’

Thursday, 12 March 2015

Baby bumps and keeping in touch

I just wanted to let my lovely readers know that I'm going to be going a bit quiet over the next few months. It turns out the old epithet about life imitating art has more than a little truth to it, and my own little (or rather gigantic) Baby Bump is due to arrive any time now!

So forgive me if it takes me a while to reply to tweets, comments and messages. But there's still going to be plenty to keep you entertained here on the blog while I'm immersed in the world of milk and nappies and teeny tiny little socks. Look out for giveaways, sneaky previews and cover reveals for the new books. And of course Bound By a Baby Bump will be hitting bookstores on 1 May!

But for now, lots of love,


Thursday, 26 February 2015

Bound By a Baby Bump

Those of you who hang out here a lot will have heard me talking about Beach Bum, recently renamed Bound By a Baby Bump and given a stunning cover, rather a lot of the last year or so. Well, it's finally time to reveal a little more about it. And that surprise I told you I was springing on my characters, well, you've probably guessed it from the title -- and it's a biggie. Well, about seven to eight pounds worth of surprise, actually, but you get the idea. So to whet your appetite, here's what it's all about:
Nine months to change her life… 

PA Rachel Archer [remember her, Will's PA from Frozen Heart, Melting Kiss?!] has every little bit of her life planned down to the letter—it's the only way she can feel safe. Until gorgeous artist Leo Fairfax tempts her to live on the wild side, just for one night…

That night changes both their lives forever, when they discover Rachel's pregnant! Now, bound by their beloved baby bump, lone wolf Leo must convince Rachel that not only is he here to stay, but he's dedicated to winning her heart!
I was looking through my holiday photos the other day, and came across these pictures of a huge chunk of driftwood that had washed up on the beach and served as my inspiration for a lot of Leo's artwork. I loved trying to capture all the different textures, though I'm sure Leo would have done a better job. But for those of you who like (very) amateur photography and/or great massive pieces of wood (insert your own inappropriate joke here), enjoy!


Saturday, 14 February 2015

Happy Valentine's Day

Howdy and a very Happy Valentine's Day to you all! My big plans for the day involve the English rugby team, my latest hero and, of course, helping the new husband with the DIY :)

But for those of you yet to make romantic plans, might I humbly suggest that you
I know my Abby and Ethan and Will and Maya would love the pleasure of your company on today of all days.

Wishing you all a romance-filled February 14th,


Thursday, 29 January 2015

Cover reveal!

As promised in my last post, the cover for Bound by a Baby Bump has hit my inbox, and she's a real heart-stopper. Drumroll please ...

Blue skys, azure seas, bright colours, super-shiny but windswept hair, hunky hero -- check, check, check, check and double check. And, of course, one very adorable baby bump -- I love it!

I'd love to know what you all think :) Is it making you dream of a getaway to the beautiful Dorset coast (and if not, check out the photos from my research trip -- England really can look this good!)

Anyway, I'd better get back to the revisions to the next book, but I'm so excited that I'll soon be shart BBaBB with you all!

Lots of love,


Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Wait, it's 2015 already?!

Hello my dear readers, and a belated Happy New Year!

What a year 2014 was - two books published, more books signed, a wedding, a honeymoon, a new house, an ungodly amount of time spent at Screwfix, and that was only the start of the excitement.

So what does 2015 have in store for me? Well, another two books for a start, beginning with Bound By a Baby Bump in May. I'm expecting to see cover artwork in the next few weeks, and have my breath well and truly held. I LOVE seeing new covers for the first time! There'll be more time in Screwfix, I have no doubt, until this house moves on from 'habitable' to 'home', and plenty of time with the project spreadsheet (oh kitchen brochures, how I love and despise you, with your shiny pages and beautiful pictures and completely beyond my budget and square-footage wine fridges, and fancy carousels, and double range ovens, and enormous walk-in larders).

And my new year's resolution? I'm going to read more. So every time I see a book recommendation, I head to a certain ebook seller and hit 'One Click', which is going to have a detrimental effect on the Screwfix budget, but an almightly positive effect on my happiness.

Oh, and I'm going to finish the next book of course -- two days to go and all that's left to do is a couple of pieces of fact checking. It'll be following Baby Bump into the world soon!

What are your new year's resolutions? More reading? More writing? More time to stand and stare? Please share!