I adored making up bedtime tales when my children were young. Each night the adventure would continue and we all looked forward to what came next! I revisited those precious days and the magic of childhood whilst writing ‘The most Peculiar Adventures Of Magdalena Mouse’ ~ It was such fun penning an old fashioned children’s story, and it is perfect for big people too!
Beautiful Violetta craves excitement and when a beauty pageant is staged in her sleepy Somerset village she is determined to win the first round and go on to become ‘Queen of the World.’ With her head full of dreams, vain Violetta sets of for the bright lights of Victorian London. Forgetting all about the little Mouseling she has left behind Violetta’s heart is set on finding fame and fortune. Magdalena wakes to find Violetta has vanished in the night. Determined to find her, the little Mouseling bravely sets off in hot pursuit after her wayward Mama. Although her journey is littered with many pitfalls, perils and full of danger, taking her all the way from England’s shores to the New World, she never gives up hope. Will Magdalena find Violetta. And if she does, will vain Violetta return back home? Follow Mouseling Magdalena on an amazing adventure and find out just how with a lot of courage and a big heart she becomes ‘Maggie the marvellous Mouse’!
This charming little tale of the mouse with no tail is now also available from Apple’s iTunes bookstore.
As well as Amazon as either paperback or Kindle editions, link below for preview 🙂
Halloween approaches and the veil between worlds grows gossamer thin. As the nights draw in what better way to enjoy the season than curled up with a good book. I invite you to slip into the world of Spirits in “NIGHTSHADES” a delicious collection of Ghostly and Gothic Tales from Past and Present AND Available on Amazon NOW as PAPERBACK and KINDLE editions.
Angel of the North
A beguiling stranger offers Cassie a miraculous solution to all her problems, will she accept his help?
On All Hallows Eve the Souls of the dead walk among men and Lady Leonora has unfinished business.
A lost soul laments her true love.
Edge of Darkness
Johanna choses to ‘dance with the devil’ when she takes up with Nick Mephistopheles only to find there is a price to pay… Nick wants to own her, body and soul.
Ellis has escaped the devil’s lair when the strains of a melancholy mandolin send her hurtling back to darkness.
Favian looks to the dark arts to get what he deserves. Eliza is very happy to assist him…
An Angel Calls
A woman lays with her life and soul in the balance, is there any redemption from the demon of addiction?
With her Knight in shining armour fighting in the crusades, Lady Perdita, alone in England’s green and pleasant land, is forced to defend the honour of the man she loves.
Beguiled by Beauty
‘I am an actress,’ she said, ‘A weaver of dreams and a maker of magic!’ Maude beguiles a married man. Will he betray his wife?
I Knew These People
“They are beautiful. Tears from the moon.” When Evie admires a pair of pearl earrings she is unaware they hold the key to a secret.
Do the ghosts of the past find their voice in abandoned places?
Intrigued? Enjoy a preview direct fromAmazon!
It is said every soul who walks upon the Earth is assigned a Guardian Angel ~ there are times the Angel may walk beside a soul, there are times the Angel may carry a soul and then there are times the Angel can only stand and weep…
Midwinter. A fog began to descend over the grey London skyline. Dusk had stealthily crept in and stolen the remains of the day away. White stucco walls cloaked in numinous mist and the elegant terrace of Victorian villas took on a ghostly air, Window panes glowing warm orange, reassurance that all was well within. Fire light, fire bright, all is well tonight. Smoke snaking from tall chimney pots into the chill air warned preternatural creatures of the night to stay away. One house stood apart from the camaraderie of its neighbours, no warmth or light was to be found within its walls. As dusk gave way to night the fog began to lift. Lights were extinguished and weary folk made their way gratefully to bed, giving thanks to the Lord for the day that had just been done and the morrow yet to come. The interior of number four was just as bleak as the façade. Winter’s icy fingers reached into the very heart of the despondent house, into a cavernous bedroom dressed with heavy furniture of a bygone century when the house was proud and new. A huge mahogany bedstead, barely discernible in the gloom, rose as a dark island in a sea darkness. An oak armoire and a Chiffonier threw dark, dancing shadows. A huge black Victorian cast iron fireplace, inset with tiles glazed with an elegant William Morris floral design took centre stage. It was too dark to appreciate the contrast of the beautiful pure white flowers, against the blackness of the cold and empty hearth. Lilies for the departed soul now restored to innocence after death. The room was out of step with the modern world unfolding beyond its ornate walls patterned in rich shades of gold and teal. Heavy brocade curtains dressed window. Although slightly closed they admitted a pale sliver of moonlight to come creeping in and illuminate the scene within the room.
From the remote island of the big bed, a young child sat up, big hazel eyes wide open, scanning the room for an unknown yet threatening Presence. She drew an eiderdown tightly around her tiny body, tucking the edges under her tiny chin. The warmth was reassuring, providing a degree of safety and comfort. The big bulky frame of her Father lay beside the little girl. He was sleeping, heavy breathing reverberating around the room, chasing away the creeping silence. Shadows danced on the walls, intermittently thrown up by arbitrary moonlight. A gilded mirror hung above the fireplace and the child was mesmerised by the forms within its silvery depths. Were there phantasmagorical creatures living in the mirror, inhabitants of a world within worlds? A ray of capricious moonlight fell across the hardwood floor, illuminating a languid, white, and crumpled body. Comatose, the flaccid form lay curled in a foetal position, an empty brandy bottle clutched in a lifeless hand. A strangled sob escaped into the gloom alerting the man, and on seeing his tiny daughter was wide-awake, urged her to snuggle down and sleep. Having witnessed the scene for far too long and powerless to change things, he had ceased to care a long time ago. Defiantly, the child shook her head, soft auburn ringlets swaying around her little heart shaped face, big hazel eyes luminous and anxious. She enquired tentatively whether Mummy was cold, laying there on the floor? Why was Mummy on the floor yet again, and not snuggling up with them like she used to? Should Mummy get into bed too? Should they cover Mummy to keep her warm? Thinly veiling his feelings of revulsion and contempt, voice laden with disgust, the tired man reassured his tiny child that Mummy was fine. So many questions, so few answers. The floor was where Mummy wanted to be, so they should leave her there and go back to dreamland. Then he rolled over and went back to sleep. The little girl burrowed under the covers, and lay down with her tiny nose snuggling into her Daddy’s warm back. Mummy was fine, Daddy knew best. Her worries alleviated, she slept the rest of the night comforted by the deep sleep of the innocent. In her dreams, the child called for an Angel, an Angel of Love and Light, and the Angel hearing her call, came.
Suddenly, a luminous golden glow bathed the room and the Angel stepped out of the Light with her arms outstretched. She held a gossamer blanket, woven from the light of the stars from the heavens above, and gently she wrapped the child’s Mother in love and light and tenderness. For the Angel knew, just as the child knew, that the woman although bound by addictions and barricaded into her own pain was still a beloved child of the Godhead, of Source and deserving of love and forgiveness and understanding. The Angel prayed a quiet benediction over the child and her Mother and the man who had long forgotten the truth, as he slept in his warm bed whilst his wife lay on the cold, hard floor. A fragrant blend of frankincense and lilies filled the room. The sour smell of stale alcohol pervading the air now dissipated. The man did not smell the fragrant perfume purifying the woman nor did he see the blanket of stars that wrapped her. He did not see the Angel of Light tending to his wife as the Celestial Being tried to remove the vicious demons of addiction from her. He did not see the tender white lily the Angel placed in the woman’s hand as she took away the empty bottle. He did not see these things, for he too was enslaved by his own addictions.
And the Angel stood and wept silent tears for the man and the woman who could not see, as their child could, the Presence of Angels.
School is out and B.F.F’S Jenna and Amy look forward to a happy summer with their much loved dogs Poppy and Patch. But Poppy is acting strangely and wants to be alone and Patch is moping. What could be the matter? When Jenna’s Dad, Vet Corey, confirms pups are on the way the girls are mega excited to meet and greet the little bundles of fur. The pitter patter of tiny paws causes plenty of laughter, tears and canine chaos! The threat of the adorable puppies being re-homed throws Jenna into a tailspin and she runs away. Just who will come to the rescue when Jenna finds herself in big trouble? And can Amy find a way to help her best friend and keep Poppy, Patch and their cute little family together fur-ever?
The gorgeously cute “Dog In Box”
on the front cover is
Why Hellooo My Lovelies, I thought you would like a little update on my Stateside shenanigans. But Shhh…this little sharing is top hot gossip and totally secret!
I can confirm that the city of New York continues with the Angel Love Fest. I have been winded and dined, feted and adored. I have been working so hard my paws have hardly touched the ground. All in a day’s work for a beautilicious Global Icon. You know that saying ‘All work and no play? I have a little secret. Shhh…Come closer. I shall burst if I don’t tell someone, and you, My Lovelies, are the chosen ones!
Naughty Moi, I have been playing! Not a word to Grannie tho’ as I had to be a touch sneaky and get rid of her for quite a few hours. After all I don’t want her going back to Tewin and blabbing, gossip soon gets around our village! Not that there is too much to tell as I am so hugely considerate of others feelings, and would never put myself first and do anything that could possibly upset anyone. Also I don’t want my fur to fly when I eventually get home and my Beloved finds out about me and a little Affair De Coeur. Not, of course, there is anything much to find out, ahem… So a word to the wise, My Lovelies, ‘What happens in the Hamptons stays in Hamptons!’
You may recall the unfortunate incident when that rotten frenemy of mine, Kimbles, craftily encouraged me to have one Prosecco too many and I let spill way too much. Ohh, that girl was a total biatch snitching to my beloved Hamish about all those other boys. Thankfully I got away with it, Er, I mean, ahem…He believed me! O’er, I do hope he doesn’t take her out to dinner again, Grumph.
Anyway, moving rapidly on from Hamish and Kimbles, in all the whirlwind round of book signings, Press, P.R and Meet and Greets, I have pulled off a secret tryst in The Hamptons with the Cutest Canine!!! The fame game can get a tad overwhelming, even for one as awesome as me and a girl needs the odd diversion. So his name is Mason, he’s a Mastiff. All rippling Muscles, powerful jaw, you know the type. I met him at a TV interview. He is an actor. And his eyes…intense. Mason does a lot of those blockbuster movie thingies. I have to admit getting bored watching anything that is not a home movie of me, so I did not really know who he was. He liked that. He gets a lot of girls chasing him ‘cos of the Movie Star thing. I told him I have the same problem back in my English country village, Tewin, what with being so beautilicious and all.
After finding out we had just sooo much in common, we arranged a sneaky date, as you do. So I am all dressed up looking totally hot, apart from having a Grannie tagging along as a totally last season accessory. Hmm, I don’t think so! I switched my brain into gear. Diversionary action was called for immediately as Mason had a Helicopter waiting on my posh hotel’s Helipad to whisk us off to his posh house in The Hamptons. Ohh, I can report that we had a delicious moonlit dinner and even more delicious smooochiieeepoo’s on his private beach. Definitely a Grannie free zone. If Grotty, Er I mean Grannie, had come along riding shotgun, she would have severely cramped my style. Also, I couldn’t trust her not to snitch. Erm, not that there was anything much to tell, but as already agreed, a word to the wise…
‘What Happens in The Hamptons, stays in The Hamptons!!!’
‘So Angel, pray do tell, just how did you get rid of the excess baggage?’ You may well solicitously enquire.
Snuggle up My Lovelies, I have a yummy plate of blinis topped with smoked salmon, cream cheese and Beluga caviar. We shall have a delicious glass of Verve Cliquot to wash them down. Mmm…nice isn’t it? I have lots more where that came from so sip up and I will tell all! My cunning plan went as follows…
‘Grannie, I’m thirsty.’
‘I’ll get room service immediately my poppet, what would you like, pink Champagne?’
‘Yes please Grannie. I think I deserve some Champers, don’t you?’
‘Oh indeed I do, Angelkins!’
‘But I don’t fancy pink and I checked, they don’t do what I Want, Need, Now…and I feel a little hissy fit coming on…’
‘O’er, Angel, what is it? Grannie will go and get whatever you want, anything you need, and I will do it right now. Maybe a nice Prosecco?’
‘Really Grannie, really, really, anything, anywhere???’
‘Yes Angel, My sweet Pupster.’
‘Yes, My Poppet.’
‘Well, OK Grannie, as long as it is not toooo much trouble to look after me when I am just a helpless little Pupster?’
‘Nothing is too much trouble for you, baby girl.’
‘Hmm…OK…If you really insist. Grannie I really don’t fancy Prosecco. What I really want is a little bit more upmarket. I think I deserve only the best, don’t you Grannie?’
‘Of course I do Angel, my fur-baby love.’
‘Oh good. I am glad we agree on that. So please may I have a little case of Veuve Cliquot La Grande Dame. That should go down rather nicely.’
‘This is an exclusive Manhattan Hotel, are you sure Room Service can’t get it, they have got a Siberian Tiger for that Prince on the 35th Floor!!?’
‘No…You have to go over to LaGuardia ‘cos My publishers are sending it on the next flight from Paris with some Beluga caviar.’
‘O.K…that will take me some time in rush hour traffic, My Precious.’
‘Yes, yes, I know… And Er, Grannie…’
‘Yes, Angel My Love?’
‘The elevators are broke, you have to take the stairs.’
‘What, all 53 floors?’’
Grrr. It’s not like you don’t need the exercise Grannie Dearest. Just sayin’ and you should be grateful that really I am doing you huge favour by asking a teensy weensy little thing. So don’t waste time thanking me, you best get cracking.’
So she did, and so did I! Off on a totally awesome date nite with a Hollywood Hottie!
All the ramifications from my Stateside flirtations revealed in my latest Magnum Opus 🙂
Beautilicious Angel is taking just the biggest, yummiest bite out of the Big Apple! Life is awesome for the Brit sensation now she is an uptown girl in a Manhattan Penthouse. Angel is about to find out that Fame has its price. Her ‘it’s complicated love life is just about to get even more tangled. The little Diva Dog’s clandestine date with Hollywood Hottie, Mason the Mastiff makes headlines. When she is later papped with his twin brother, intellectual Shaunessey, Angel decides she ‘cannot confirm nor deny…’ to the hungry Press pack baying for news. Back home, True Love Handsome Hamish wants answers! Angel returns to face the music, only to find arch Frenemy Kimbles, the biatch Bichon Frise is not only trying to steal her thunder but also her man! Hmm, but which one??? Things are not going Angel’s way, until she decides to unleash her secret weapon, Grannie, on her unsuspecting Frenemy! The fur is set to fly. Just who will be top dog? Snuggle up and share another scintillating secrets session with ‘The Paws!’ It’s all totally hush-hush, so peek inside, riotous Canine Capers will be revealed! Shhh…Don’t tell!