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Teaser Tuesday!

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Teaser Tuesday 2017 logoGreetings from the fertile ground that is Teaser Tuesday, the blog series where I share snippets from new and past releases, and works-in-progress, and occasionally invite writing friends to join in the fun.

This week I’m delighted to host rural romance author Alissa Callen, who, you may recall, was a guest on the blog previously when Friday Feast was running. If you’re feeling hungry, I suggest you check out her recipes for Chocolate Chip Cookies and Banana and Chocolate Chip Muffins, and Lamingtons and Peanut Butter and Choc Chip cookies. They’re delish!

Alissa has a gorgeous new release called The Long Paddock – love that title, LOVE IT! – and she’s here to today to tell you a little about the story, and give you a peek at some of the action.

But wait, there’s more!

Perhaps if you read to the end you might find something special, like a giveaway. So don’t hang about, read on.


Alissa Callen authorIn my new Born in Boots series, Woodlea, the town of windmills is fictitious. However the landscape surrounding the small rural town and the experiences of the local community are very much grounded in reality.

The first book, The Long Paddock, is a story woven from the scents, sights and sounds of my everyday central western world. Real life has a way of wriggling into my words much like how our Jack Russell sneaks through the kitchen door of our farm house. From a cow who loves eating carrots, to a mini-tornado, to a country street transformed by yarn-bombing, threads of my fiction are true-to-life.

To win a copy of my first rural, Beneath Outback Skies, I’d love to hear about an animal, event or a person in your life that could also easily slip into the pages of a book.


It felt like a lifetime since Denham Rigby had smelled eucalyptus.

He closed his eyes and drew in a slow and deep lungful of air. Beside him the leaves of a gum tree rustled as a spring breeze eddied around him and tugged at his hat brim. He caught the faint and acrid scent of cabbage. Near the historic Woodlea cemetery a pungent canola crop had to be in flower. He opened his eyes. Sure enough, beyond the hill on which he stood stretched an undulating landscape of canola-yellow.

The Long Paddock by Alissa CallenHe looked west to where his family farm, Claremont, lay. Phil, the farm manager, had taken advantage of the early rain and the paddocks were an ordered patchwork of colour. Denham’s attention shifted a little to the left. Here no winter crops rippled in the breeze. Instead, caught in a pocket drought, the land was bleached and colourless. It was as though Mother Nature had simply run out of inspiration. His jaw tightened. Cressy would have to watch her water. Their properties might be side-by-side but Claremont was the only farm to now enjoy any river frontage.

He rubbed the back of his neck beneath the collar of the blue western shirt he’d bought in some small Wyoming town he couldn’t remember the name of. All thoughts of Cressy and any concerns he might have about her unreliable water supply were off limits. Three years ago he’d lost the right to look out for her. All he could do now was not complicate the new life she’d made without him. Bitterness coursed through him. A life he had had to set her free to live.

He swung away from the graves of his father and brother. He’d come to the cemetery to make peace with the past, not to obsess about the things he couldn’t change. All he could do was keep on taking one day at a time. He might have made it as a world champion bull rider but that didn’t spare him from being gossiped about or from being compared to his father. His hands fisted and he carefully relaxed them. He was nothing like the unemotional man who’d raised him.

He rolled his shoulders to force the tension locking his muscles to release. His emotions were as volatile as an electric storm and he needed to get them under control. Tomorrow all eyes would be on him and all tongues quick to comment. He strode towards his ute, and heard tyres crunch on gravel. He glanced at the cemetery entrance … and froze.

Mouth dry, he stared at the battered ute that rattled across the cattle grid flanked by two white picket fences. He knew every dent and every panel scratch. Just like he knew every micro expression of the driver whose attention remained focused on the dirt road.



I told you The Long Paddock was gorgeous and naturally you want a copy, oh yes you do. You can purchase it right now from:

Booktopia | Angus & Robertson Bookworld | Fishpond.com.au
Amazon.comKobo | iBooks |Google Play |Barnes & Noble Nook

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Now, as we hinted at in the introduction, there’s a…


Simply tell us about an animal, event or a person in your life that could also easily slip into the pages of a book and you’ll go into the draw to win a signed paperback copy of Alissa’s debut rural romance Beneath Outback Skies.

Beneath Outback Skies by Alissa CallenAs many of you will know from reading my The Story Behind book pages and Secret Things blog posts, I’ve included lots of animals from my life in my books, from dogs to horses and a menagerie in-between. But one of these days I’m going to have a character just like my grandmother. She cracked me up with some of the things she used to come out with and I’m sure readers would love her.

What about you? What people, animals, events or places from your life would make great reading? Share and you could win.

Please note: giveaway closes midnight Friday AEDT, 10th March 2017. Open internationally, rah!

If you’d like to learn more about Alissa, please visit her website. You can also connect via Facebook.


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Teaser Tuesday!

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Teaser Tuesday 2017 logoWelcome to Teaser Tuesday, the tantalising blog series where I share snippets from works-in-progress, up-coming releases and published novels. Unless I’m feeling lazy and invite good writing buddies to fill in for me, like today!

Regular readers will know how much we adore having multi-award winning, best-selling historical romance author Anna Campbell on the blog. Why? Because she’s FUN, with juicy snippets, sumptuous covers and very often a giveaway.

So read on, my lovelies, and make sure you read to the end for your chance to win!


Historical romance author Anna CampbellHi Cathryn!

It’s me again! Thank you so much for letting me swing around to your blog so often to talk about my new releases. It’s starting to feel like a home away from home!

I’m very excited on this Pancake Day to talk to you about a book that I’ve always thought of as a delicious confection. I hope readers agree!

Even the cover is delicious! Don’t you love that purple dress?

Charming Sir Charles which was out yesterday is the fifth book in my bestselling Dashing Widows series. Sally Cowan, Lady Norwood, my heroine, is all sparkle on the outside, but on the inside, she hides deep wounds from her unhappy past (in this case her first marriage).

She’s convinced that love has passed her by. She’s so convinced, in fact, that she hasn’t picked up that the dashing baronet she’s earmarked as her niece’s future husband is actually madly in love with her!

As you can imagine, that’s a recipe for mayhem!

Pursuing Lord Pascal by Anna CampbellThis excerpt takes place early in the story at Amy and Pascal’s wedding reception (see Pursuing Lord Pascal, Dashing Widows 4) when Sally finds herself unexpectedly wistful as she sees her fellow Dashing Widows, Amy and Morwenna, finding love while she’s left on the shelf.

The problem is that the shelf is safe and comfortable, and she’s not sure she wants to jump off it any time soon!


Half Moon Street, Mayfair, April 1829

Sir Charles smiled. “So now Garson is pursuing Morwenna, I’d say the days of the Dashing Widows are definitely numbered.”

Sally tried her champagne, enjoying the crisp flavor with its hint of dryness. A little like Sir Charles’s conversation, in fact.

From the first, she’d enjoyed talking to him. He was a sensible, intelligent man, qualities Meg mightn’t appreciate fully at this stage. But Sally, having lived with a man neither sensible nor clever, knew that in the long term, her niece would come to value Sir Charles’s good sense. “I’ll have to gather some more Dashing Widows together, so I can keep the tradition going.”

Charming Sir Charles by Anna Campbell“Why on earth should you?” He settled that dark toffee gaze on her, and his tone was thoughtful. “After all, you’ll be married again yourself.”

Sally jerked, and spilled a few drops of her champagne, luckily on the floor, not on her lovely bronze silk dress. She struggled to keep her voice from betraying how his words had sent a cold chill down her spine. “Oh, I’m well past marrying age.”

“Utter nonsense,” he said, with more emphasis than she thought her statement deserved.

Sally shook her head and smiled. “Oh, perhaps some old codger might take me on, to make his life comfortable and run his house. But where would be the fun in that?”

“There wouldn’t be any.” Sir Charles frowned at her. “You speak as if you’re pushing fifty. When anyone with eyes can see you’re an attractive woman in the prime of life.”

“Why, thank you, sir,” she said with an exaggerated flutter of her eyelashes. “You flatter me.”

He didn’t smile back. Which was odd. His sense of humor was another of the many things she admired about him. “Sally, I’m serious.”

Startled, she stared at him, while disquiet stirred in her stomach.

Sally? Surely they weren’t on terms where he should use her Christian name. She bit back a protest. If he was to marry Meg, she supposed she couldn’t insist on the letter of propriety.

Had he been standing quite so close before? She’d never been so conscious of his height and power. The urge to deliver another frivolous answer withered under the unusually somber expression in his dark eyes.

“I’m too old for romance, Sir Charles.” She placed a slight weight on his title. “And I have no other reason to marry. I’m well provided for. I have a lovely home. I have wonderful friends.”

“What about companionship?” Her assertions left him visibly unimpressed. “Specifically of the masculine variety.”

Her lips tightened. “A lover, you mean?”


You can read a longer excerpt and the blurb on my website.

Charming Sir Charles is only 99 cents on Amazon.com!  Buy now from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and iBooks.

The Dashing Widows series by Anna Campbell


I’ve got a Kindle download of Charming Sir Charles for someone who comments today. No geographical restrictions.

Just tell me your favourite way to have pancakes! Me? I like bananas, maple syrup and ice cream, or the classic crepes suzette with lemon juice and sugar. Yum! Betcha you like crepes suzette too, Cathryn, with your love for all things French.

Good luck in the draw!

You are quite right, Anna, I do love crepes suzette but when I make pancakes at home, which happen regularly on weekends, I have mine with butter and honey. So, so bad but oh so delicious!

What about you, readers? How do you love your pancakes? Share away and we’ll pop you in the draw to win a copy of Anna’s gorgeous new release Charming Sir Charles.

Please note: Giveaway closes midnight AEDT, 3rd March 2017. Open internationally.

If you’d like to learn more about Anna, please visit her website. You can also connect via Facebook and Twitter using @AnnaCampbelloz.


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Teaser Tuesday!

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Teaser TuesdayWelcome to Teaser Tuesday, the blog series where I share snippets from upcoming and past releases, and works-in-progress and invite writing buddies along to play.

Some people just aren’t content with writing one Christmas themed novella. Oh no. Some people have to show off and write and release two in the one year. I tell you, if historical romance author Anna Campbell wasn’t such a lovely friend I’d have to get snitty with her for being such an over-achiever and making the rest of us look bad.

As it stands, not only is Anna a good friend and regular here on Teaser Tuesday, I’m a total fangirl and the more books the merrier I say!

So here’s Anna to tell you about her second gorgeous 2016 Christmas themed novella, but make sure you read to the end. You know what a generous soul Anna is and there could be a giveaway.


Author Anna CampbellHello again, Cathryn! I feel like I was only here a couple of weeks ago. Oh, that’s right. I was! Thanks for asking me back to talk about my second Christmas novella for 2016, A Match Made in Mistletoe.

One of the things I find endlessly fascinating about human nature is that often we’re completely wrong about what we think will be best for us—and sometimes fate has to nudge us pretty hard (and occasionally tip us over a cliff) to point us in the right direction. In A Match Made in Mistletoe, my heroine Serena Talbot profoundly misunderstands her heart and what it wants—and mistletoe mayhem results.

This excerpt comes from early in the story when the guests turn up for the annual Talbot Christmas house party, including the man Serena’s had a lifelong crush on, Paul Garside, and his brooding, sardonic friend Giles Farraday, Marquess of Hallam. Serena is determined that this Christmas, Paul is going to propose, so she turns to an old superstition that if you put a sprig of mistletoe under your pillow, you’ll dream of the man you’re going to marry. Unfortunately, the person who turns up in her dream isn’t lovely, easygoing Paul but annoying Giles!


Torver House, Dorset, December 1820

Paul bent to kiss Serena’s cheek. She awaited the usual thrill at the touch of his lips. But the fleeting contact left her unmoved. Dear Lord, what was wrong with her?

As she drew away, she caught Giles’s interested gaze and stupidly, she blushed. The memory of that horrible dream constricted her breathing, so she sounded cursed fluttery as she greeted Paul’s friend. “And, Giles, welcome back to Torver. Did you have a good trip up from London?”

“Serena, how cruel.” Ironic humor lengthened Giles’s lips. “You’ve known me nearly as long as you’ve known this vagabond, yet I don’t merit the same rights?”

“Same…” Puzzled, she stared up at him. He towered over her, taller than Paul. How had she never noticed that before?

A Match Made in Mistletoe by Anna CampbellA purr of laughter escaped him as he leaned in. “Who needs mistletoe?”

He’d kissed her before in silly Christmas games. Since his first term at Eton, Frederick had invited Paul and Giles to spend school holidays at Torver House. While Giles’s visits in recent years had become rarer, he’d never missed a Christmas. He was part of the fabric of her life.

So why did his casual kiss stop the world? At the cool brush of his lips, shivery heat rippled through her. She closed her eyes, fighting for balance.

“Serena?” Giles’s soft, deep voice—why had she never before noted its beauty?—seemed to come from far away.

She blinked and with surprising reluctance, stepped apart from him. Another horrid blush stained her cheeks, and she only just stopped herself from raising a hand to touch where he’d kissed her. Her skin burned where his lips had touched.

Drat that dream. It had turned her batty.

Reluctantly, she met Giles’s eyes. Dark and somber, they settled on her face. She’d learned through the years that little escaped his penetrating intelligence. Right now, the idea of him seeing her confusion made her cringe.

“Welcome home,” she stammered, only realizing what she said after the words emerged.

For once, Giles’s smile lacked an edge. “Well, that’s a nice reception.”

She blinked again to bring the bustling room into focus and realized that the whole interaction had lasted mere seconds. Mary and Paul weren’t even looking at them, but talked about some mutual acquaintance.

Still those enigmatic eyes examined her face. She shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. “I…I meant…”

To her surprise, he touched her cheek with one elegant hand. Mostly Giles kept his distance from her. Gestures of affection were unheard of. “Don’t spoil it.”


You can read a longer excerpt and the blurb on my website.

A Match Made in Mistletoe: A Regency Novella is only 99 cents on Kindle. Buy now from: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and iBooks.

A Match Made in Mistletoe only 99 cents on Amazon

I think, like most people, I am slightly superstitious. Not about things like black cats or ladders, but I tend to notice omens, random coincidences that seem to bring me a message from the realms beyond. What about you? Are you superstitious? Any particular rituals you use to bring you luck or save you from disaster or confirm you’re on the right path?


I’ve got a Kindle download of A Match Made in Mistletoe (no geographical restrictions) to go to someone who leaves a comment today. Good luck!

Please note: Giveaway closes midnight AEST, 9th December 2016. Open internationally.


Ooh, being a mad (and sadly untalented) golfer, rituals and superstitions are definitely something I can comment on! I have this thing where my buggy must be to the right of the ball when I’m hitting. If it’s not, it does my head in because no matter how far away I leave it I’m convinced I’ll hit it in my backswing. I have lots of other little “issues” too but I’ll keep them private. I don’t want you all thinking I’m completely kooky!

What about you? Do you have any rituals or superstitions? Let us know and we’ll put you in the draw to win a Kindle download of Anna’s gorgeous novella, A Match Made in Mistletoe. Just the thing to put you in the Christmas mood.

If you’d like to learn more about Anna, please visit her website. You can also connect via Facebook and Twitter using @AnnaCampbelloz.


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Teaser Tuesday!

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Teaser TuesdayWelcome to Teaser Tuesday, the tantalising blog series where I share snippets from works-in-progress, up-coming releases and published novels. Unless I’m feeling lazy and invite good writing buddies to fill in for me, like today!

It’s my great pleasure to welcome back multi award-winning historical romance author Anna Campbell to the blog. Regular readers will know Anna pops by quite often, is always hugely entertaining and usually offers a wonderful giveaway.

Today is no different, so read on, my lovelies!


Historical romance author Anna CampbellHi Cathryn! Lovely to be back on your blog again. Thank you so much for asking me to do another Tuesday Teaser!

I can hardly believe it’s time to talk about Christmas romances again! This year has just flown. I’ve got two Christmas stories out in 2016, a stand-alone called A Match Made in Mistletoe, and “Mistletoe and the Major,” part of the multi-author, multi-genre anthology Under the Kissing Bough.

Today, I’m going to tease you with “Mistletoe and the Major.” My last couple of Christmas novellas have been comedic romps. But with this one, I set out to write a touching, heartfelt story about a brave man returning from eight brutal years of war to establish a life with the wife he loves, but who he’s not sure loves him.

The excerpt takes place on Christmas Eve, Lord Canforth’s first night back on his country estate after leaving the army. He’s come home to face the fallout from a fraught fortnight’s honeymoon just before he shipped out with his regiment. To his surprise, the innocent and unsure girl he left behind has become a lovely, confident woman in his absence. And at last, they start to talk to each other and heal the wounds left from their past mistakes.


Otway Hall, Shropshire, December 1815

Flick’s lips turned down in a self-derisive smile. “I owe you an apology. That was a poor welcome I gave you. An empty house, and a wife stinking of the stables.”

Actually when Canforth had first touched her, he’d caught the scent of crushed flowers and something that was Flick alone. He’d remembered that fragrance immediately—it would always be the aroma of heaven. There might have been a hint of horse and hay, too, but he hadn’t cared. He’d been too busy fighting the urge to bury his face in her hair and tell her how much he’d missed her. Which would have ruined things between them forever. If he leaped on her like a starving wolf the minute he came home, she’d run for the hills.

Mistletoe and the Major by Anna Campbell“It’s still my home, empty or not, and I gave you no warning I was coming. But you haven’t told me why you’re spending Christmas alone.”

She took another sip of wine. “I didn’t feel like going through all the hullabaloo this year. It…it seemed easier to miss you here at Otway than in a noisy, happy crowd of people, however much I love them.”

Shock made him sit up straight and stare at her. “You missed me?”

The question surprised her. “Of course.”

“But I’ve been away for ages.”

She gave a grim laugh. “I know.”

By Jove, that was dashed nice to hear. Dashed nice. To think, she’d missed him. Perhaps his case wasn’t quite as hopeless as he thought. He leaned back and stretched his legs toward the fire. “Well.”

A smile lit her eyes to burned caramel. “Well, indeed.”

She set aside her wine and picked up her sewing, as if she hadn’t changed his world in the space of a second. “It means a plain Christmas dinner, I’m afraid. A returning hero deserves to have all the stops pulled out.”

Another silence fell, this one more comfortable than the last. Canforth finished his wine and let its warmth fortify the warmth seeping into his blood with every moment in his wife’s presence. For years, he’d been cold and lonely. Was his exile finally at an end?


You can read a longer excerpt and the blurb on my website.

Under the Kissing Bough, with 15 brand-new Christmas stories, including “Mistletoe and the Major,” is only 99 cents for a limited time.

Under the Kissing Bough boxed set

Buy now from: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and iBooks.

It’s actually pretty funny that I’ve got two stories featuring mistletoe this Holiday season because “mistletoe” is one of those words I consistently type wrongly. It’s either “misletoe” or “miseltoe” or “mistetoe,” or some variation thereof!

Do you have any bugbear words? Words you consistently misspell or mistype? Homophones that trip you up? “Bare” and “bear” nearly always catch me out, although I’m perfectly well aware of the difference between them. How can a bare bear bear it?


So let’s confess our keyboard sins. I’ve got a Kindle download of Under the Kissing Bough to go to someone who comments today. No geographical restrictions on the giveaway. Good luck!

Please note: Giveaway closes midnight Friday AEST, 25th November 2016. Open internationally.

Ah, those pesky misspelled words. I feel your pain, Anna. I have one I do ALL the time too and that’s mischief. Even though I know how to spell it, for some stupid reason my fingers always mix up the I and E. So frustrating!

What about you, lovely readers? Share your keyboard sins and you’ll go into the draw. I bet there are some auto correct doozies out there too.

If you’d like to learn more about Anna, please visit her website. You can also connect via Facebook and Twitter using @AnnaCampbelloz.


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Teaser Tuesday!

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Teaser TuesdayGreetings from Teaser Tuesday, the blog series where I share snippets from past and upcoming releases, and works-in-progress, and occasionally rope author buddies into sharing pieces from theirs.

Today is such a day and I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to host Australian author Anna Romer on the blog because I am a TOTAL fangirl. Anna’s first two books Thornwood House and Lyrebird Hill were amaaaaazing reads, full of beautifully lyrical writing, mystery and suspense, and descriptions that immerse you totally in the characters’ world.

Anna has just released Beyond the Orchard and I’m impatiently awaiting delivery of my copy because this story sounds even more amazing than the previous ones. You should all go out and buy this book for yourself today because it’ll be brilliant. But if you keep reading this blog, you might just find  a giveaway on offer.

But enough from me. Please give a big fangirl cheer and welcome to Anna!


Author Anna RomerHi Cathryn, thanks for having me on your wonderful blog!

The idea for Beyond the Orchard came to me during a long-distance phone conversation with a friend. We were reminiscing about a spooky old hotel we used to stay in along the Great Ocean Road in Victoria. When we hung up, I was tingling with the story bug. I kept seeing a derelict old guesthouse (of course!) and someone guarding the terrible secret that lay buried inside it. There were many twists and turns along the way, as there is with any writing journey, but that first kernel of story remained.

The excerpt shows my main character Lucy struggling with her feelings for her teenage crush Morgan – a family friend who once rejected a much younger Lucy’s clumsy advances. He’s just arrived back at the guesthouse with a parcel of old photos…

I hope you enjoy!


Standing at the back door, I watched Morgan thump along the verandah towards me, oblivious. His head was down, as if he was battling a windstorm; he seemed deep in his thoughts. Tucked under his arm was a parcel.

He almost reached the door before he saw me.

The frown turned into a smile. His gaze flew over my arms, my shoulders, and then finally met my eyes. The jolt I’d felt upstairs hit me again, but it had morphed into something more reckless than simply pleasure; a flush of warmth sped through my veins, and a giddy yearning overtook me. The fading sunlight dulled, the afternoon sky receded, and the trees became a blur. Only Morgan seemed alive. I had the urge to reach out and touch him, pull him into my arms and savour the warm weight of him, just as I had the night of my party when I’d wound myself around him and pressed my lips to his—

Beyond the Orchard by Anna RomerMorgan grinned. ‘Going out for dinner, are we?’

I snapped back to reality. ‘What?’

‘Great, I’m starved.’

I glanced down at the dress. It seemed far skimpier than it had upstairs among the chaste shadows of my grandfather’s dusty room. ‘It’s Edwin’s,’ I blurted.

Morgan’s brow went up. ‘Not sure I wanted to know that.’

I scowled, but then remembered the parcel he carried. ‘That’s them?’

Smiling mysteriously, he brushed past me into the kitchen.

I stared after him, gathering my wits. I felt naked in the dress. The fabric was too thin, too shimmery. My skin was too hot. My pulse tapped irregular beats all over my body. The slipstream of Morgan’s warmth, the scent of him, his big bear-like presence seemed to wash around me, creating a whirlpool of what felt disturbingly like desire.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

I shut my eyes, trying to conjure Adam’s face. I returned in my mind to the photo I kept in my wallet: Adam in one of his less formal outfits, pants and a blue cotton shirt, leaning in the doorway of our favourite pub in Camden Town, smiling sexily.

The photo of Adam dissolved.

In its place appeared an old Polaroid from the seventies I had glimpsed once. A young man leaning rakishly against a battered vintage Harley, helmet under his arm, bike jacket straining across his chest, snug Levi’s marked with motor oil and frayed at the knees. He glared unsmiling at the camera, and his face – not the craggy, lived-in face I knew now, but rather the face of a fierce, angry young man – seemed to mock me from the past. We can’t do this . . . not now, not ever.

I had made a mistake, I realised. I should never have come back. I should have burned Edwin’s cryptic letter, put it from my mind, stayed in London and tried to be happy—


I trailed him into the kitchen, grabbing my old cardigan I’d left on the servery. Slipping it over the dress, hugging it around me, I joined Morgan at the table.


Enjoy I most certainly did enjoy, Anna. Thanks so much for visiting and sharing. God, I hope my copy of Beyond the Orchard turns up this week. I want it more than ever now and I bet all you readers do too. In which case, get buying! And what better than instant gratification from purchasing your copy of Beyond the Orchard from Booktopia, Angus & Robertson Bookworld, Amazon, Kobo, iBooks or Google Play.

Oh, and Booktopia currently has a free shipping offer – promo code SMART (ends Nov 14th). No excuse not to stock up!

Now, lovely people, as hinted at the beginning of this post, Anna has kindly offered a…


For your chance to win a paperback copy of Beyond the Orchard, complete with gorgeous bookmark, reveal one of the silly, embarrassing or fun things you did to get the attention of a teenage (or any age) crush.

This ought to be fun!

Okay, at the risk of looking like a total twit, I’ll reveal that I once bought a ticket to see a concert for a band I loathed, just so I might stand near my crush, hear the music he loved, breathe the same air etc etc – God, crushes are PAINFUL. Anyway, I ended up selling the ticket (and kicking myself for my stupidity) when I learned he was taking his glamorous model friend to the concert.

What about you? Don’t be shy. There’s a brilliant book up for grabs!

Please note: Giveaway closes midnight Friday AEST 11th November, 2016. Australian postal addresses only.

If you’d liked to learn more about Anna, please visit her website. You can also connect via Facebook.


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Teaser Tuesday!

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Teaser TuesdayWelcome to Teaser Tuesday, the most excellent blog series where I share snippets from works-in-progress, up-coming releases and published novels. Except for days like today, when I show off teasers from good writing buddies.

I’m thrilled to welcome romantic suspense author DB Tait to Teaser Tuesday again. I loved the first two books in her Dark Mountain series – Cold Deception and Desperate Deception – and was very excited to discover she’d be adding a Christmas novella in the series. Festive Deception hit virtual shelves last week and I can tell you this is a cracking story, chockers with fascinating characters, a gorgeous setting and red-herrings galore. You’ll have a ball with this one, I promise.

Here’s DB to tell you a bit more about it and share a snippet. And make sure you stay to the end because there just might be a giveaway!


Author DB TaitHi there Cathryn! I love Teaser Tuesday. It’s great to read all the snippets of some tantalising work from lots of talented authors.

My Christmas novella, Festive Deception is a bit of teaser too. It continues on the story of Julia and Dylan from Cold Deception and Desperate Deception, but has a bit more of a light-hearted feel as befits a Christmas story.

One of the challenges of writing a series is developing the main characters. In Festive Deception, Julia and Dylan are at a good place in their relationship, getting to know each other in more depth and revealing more about their vulnerabilities. Doubts and insecurities remain, especially for Julia who struggles with the realities of intimacy. But murder and mayhem are about to intrude into their lives again, distracting them for the time being about decisions regarding the future. That’s for the next book!


Dylan was her lover and her friend. If she was a little frightened about how important he had become in her life, she would deal with it and not run. Sometimes she wanted to run, not wanting the responsibility of love, but this morning was not one of those days. She had other things on her mind.

“I can hear you thinking. Did you know you were such a loud thinker?” Dylan murmured, his eyes still closed.

“I have a lot on my mind. In particular how to ravish you and still make my nine o’clock appointment.”

He opened his eyes, his wonderful grey eyes, raised his arms above his head and stretched like a sinuous cat. He gazed at her with a smile, letting their bedclothes fall away from his naked body. “Ravish away.”

She laughed as she straddled him, then laughed some more as he tickled her under her ribs. “That’s not fair!”

Festive Deception by DB Tait“You know the saying, all’s fair, etc,” he said, rolling her under him. He kissed her, she kissed him some more and after some very satisfactory mutual ravishment, he glanced at the bedside clock.

“No, no, no,” he said and leapt out of bed. “You are a wicked temptress. I’m going to be late and it’s all your fault.”

She saw the time and fell into her own panic. “Damn it. I’m going to be late too. It’s your fault for not being strong enough to resist seduction. I thought cops are supposed to be tough and controlled.”

He laughed and grabbed her for a last kiss. “Yeah, but we’re not stupid.”

Later, over hasty tea and toast, while compiling their various notes and folders for the day, Dylan sighed and looked at her with resignation. “I’m going to be late tonight. There’s an operation on out at Hartley that might be a bit complicated. I’ll call you.”

“No worries. I’ll make something that can be easily heated up.”

The lines around his eyes crinkled as he watched her. “How domestic we’ve become.”

“Does that worry you?” she asked, warily.

He shook his head. “I love it. Do you?”

“Yes. But …”

“You think it’s too good to be true and will end badly.”

He hit the nail on the head, which after six months, happened more often than she thought possible. Maybe that’s what love is.

“Do you still want to run?”

She took in a deep breath. “Not as often, but sometimes, yeah.”

He nodded. “Well, I have the whole weekend off and Monday as well. I thought we could get the spare room sorted out and set it up as your space. I know you do all your design work over at Eleanor and Dee’s place but it can’t be good not having your own space here.”

She stared into his eyes and fell for him all over again. Running would tear her apart. “That would be great.”

“I’m going to get a Christmas tree too.”


“Sure. I don’t have any Christmas decorations, so I thought I’d leave that for you to organize.”

Delight flooded through her. Her own Christmas tree with her own decorations. Putting up the tree had been a ritual in her mother’s house. Now she could make her own ritual.

“I get a staff discount,” she said. “I’ll can buy some of the glass ornaments.”

He grunted and collected all his work stuff. Satchel, phone, keys. “Hey. Good luck with Vincent Perrin. He’d be mad not to take you on.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “You could be a little biased.”

She scrambled to collect her own bits and pieces and followed him out the front door.  The day was already hot and still and smelled of eucalyptus. Her tiny hatch, old but serviceable, was parked in front of his public sector sedan. She threw her own satchel in the back seat of the car where the cushion Perrin had like so much sat and turned to Dylan.

They stood staring at each other.

“I love you, you know,” she said. “I don’t think I’m very good and letting you know.”

He smiled widely at her and folded her into his arms. “You’re better than you think you are, you time-wasting temptress.” He kissed her and held her face in his hands. “I love you too.”

Warmth and the dawning of belief that maybe they would make it, settled inside her.

“See you tonight.”

He nodded, climbed into his car and drove off.

She looked at her watch. Time to grow up and enter the real world.


See? Didn’t I tell you it was a fab read? And there is a whole novella more of that to sink your eyeballs into so why not satisfy your need for a great read by purchasing Festive Deception right now from Amazon, Kobo, iBooks and Nook.

Now, as sometimes happens on Teaser Tuesday, we have a…


Have you ever experienced Christmas out of your usual hemisphere? What was it like for you? Was it bizarre to be expiring with heat exhaustion on Christmas Day? Or magical to have a White Christmas and see snow for the first time?

For those who haven’t had the chance to spend Christmas elsewhere, what’s been your oddest or most fun Christmas or New Year experience?

Share your tale and you’ll go into the draw to win an ebook copy of Festive Deception.

I was fortunate enough to have three Christmases in Europe and it was amaaaazing! I didn’t miss the Australian heat at all. I was too busy stuffing my face with seriously delicious and naughty food and slurping mulled wine!

Please note: Giveaway closes midnight Friday 4th November 2016, AEST. Open internationally. Prize is an ebook copy – either mobi (for Kindle) or epub file – of Festive Deception.

Don’t have an e-reader? Not a problem. You can download reading apps for free to your smartphone, tablet or computer and read Festive Deception on there. Too easy!


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Teaser TuesdayGreetings from the funhouse that is Teaser Tuesday, the blog series where I share snippets from current and past releases and works-in-progress. Except for the weeks when I con a writing buddy into revealing some of their work. Which is exactly what’s happening today.

It’s my great pleasure to welcome Susanne Bellamy to the blog. If you’re a follower of Teaser Tuesday you know I’ve been hosting authors from the Bindarra Creek Romance series. Well, Susanne is another of these ladies and she’s here to tell you more about the series and share a gorgeous snippet from her release Second Chance Love.

There might also be a giveaway, so read on!


Susanne Bellamy AuthorGood morning, Cathryn.

Thank you for hosting me on your site today for this week’s Tuesday Teasers and for this wonderful opportunity to talk about the group writing venture, A Bindarra Creek Romance series. This venture has thirteen members, all of whom have now released their books with the last one out in July 2016. Together we built a solid community with endearing characters and stories that can be read as stand-alones but are delightful as a series. The small rural town of Bindarra Creek feels so real that I know – somewhere – it truly exists!

I’m sharing a teaser from my book, Second Chance Love, where Angus and Claire and Ollie, Angus’s eleven year old son, share a meal at the Cyprus Café, home of the best coffee and home made baklava this side of Athens!


Angus watched Claire’s soft pink lips close around the two wide straws in her milkshake and his groin tightened. The last milkshake they’d shared, she had one straw, and he had the other. Holding hands across the table, their foreheads had touched as they bent over the anodised pastel-pink beaker.

In those days, one touch of Claire and his body had fired up with desire. Rampant teenage hormones sent them off to the creek where they shared lime-flavoured kisses. And more.

Some things hadn’t changed. He leaned forward, hoping his jacket covered his reaction to her. “Are they as good as you remember?”

Second Chance Love by Susanne BellamyClaire held up one finger and closed her eyes as she drank. In repose, her face had a classical, serene beauty that his fingers longed to trace—the line of her jaw, the arch of her eyebrows, the fullness of her lips.

Beside him, Ollie sat on the edge of his seat and watched her intently, his own drink forgotten as he waited for her reply.

She sat back and met Ollie’s gaze. “Heavenly. Your dad was right. Lime is definitely the best—still.” She licked her bottom lip, finishing in the corner.

Angus bit back a groan and dipped his head to his straw. Short of diving into his milkshake, he wasn’t going to be able to quench his definite interest in Claire anytime soon.

“See, Dad, I told you Miss Swenson would love lime, same as you and me.” Apparently satisfied with his success, Ollie tucked into his drink followed by the house special, a giant hamburger with chips and sweet chilli sauce on the side.

But just because Claire still preferred lime milkshakes didn’t mean Angus knew the grown up woman. Was she still into Powderfinger and Midnight Oil? Did she still adore ‘Die Hard’ movies? And right then, he knew he would be renewing his relationship with Claire.


Wasn’t that great? You can find out more about Second Chance Love and Susanne’s other releases via her website susannebellamy.com. But to satisfy that book craving I know is gnawing away at you, why not buy a copy of Second Chance Love from Amazon right now. You know you want to!

Now, here’s Susanne to tell you all about today’s…


I have a random giveaway of a paperback copy of Second Chance Love (if domestic winner) or if international winner, an e-copy of my book to be gifted from Amazon.

In Second Chance Love, Angus invites Claire home for a crayfish dinner cooked to a secret family recipe. In honour of that, share your answer to the following question and you’ll go into the draw to win a copy of my book:


What’s the best meal you’ve ever eaten, and what made it special/great?


Ooh, where to start! I’ve had many memorable meals, mostly made that way because of the company I was in or the location. Great friends and/or a wonderful setting always makes food taste better in my opinion. Years ago, I attended a cooking school in Provence with a couple of friends and had the best time, but one of the meals we prepared still sticks in my mind. It was a simple Provençale dish of stuffed vegetables served with fresh tomato sauce that we ate on a terrace bathed in afternoon sunshine, and washed down with delicious local wine. It was amaaaazing.

What about you? What’s your best meal and why was it so special? Share, and you’ll go into the draw to win a copy of Second Chance Love.

Please note: Giveaway closes midnight Friday AEST, 28th October 2016. Open internationally. If the winner has an Australian postal address, they’ll receive a paperback copy of Second Chance Love. A winner without an Australia postal address will receive a gifted ebook from Amazon.

Good luck!


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Teaser TuesdayWelcome to Teaser Tuesday, the tantalising blog series where I share snippets from my works-in-progress, up-coming releases and published novels, and occasionally invite good writing buddies to share pieces from their books.

I’m particularly chuffed to host regular guest Anna Campbell today, not least because it gives me a chance to gush over one of her previous releases, Winning Lord West, which I read last week and enjoyed HUGELY. It might well be my favourite of the Dashing Widows series so far. But that might all change with her new release, Pursuing Lord Pascal.

For those of you new to Teaser Tuesday or Anna’s books, Anna writes Regency romances filled with gorgeous men and sassy ladies, is a best-seller and multi-award winner, a fabulous writer, and a wonderful friend. Oh, and she’s Australian. See? All the good things at once. You should buy her books.

Here’s Anna to tell you more about Pursuing Lord Pascal. But make sure you read to the end. There might be a giveaway!


Historical romance author Anna CampbellHi Cathryn!

Thank you so much for having me back to share a Tuesday Teaser with your readers. I always love visiting!

When I originally planned my Dashing Widows novellas, I intended to write a trilogy. But luckily both readers and I have so enjoyed these stories of adventurous ladies and the rakes who win them, that there are now going to be at least three more. The first story of the ‘second’ trilogy is Pursuing Lord Pascal, and it’s out right now on all e-book platforms.

PLP features two characters who play a peripheral role in the earlier stories. Amy, Lady Mowbray, is Lord Stone’s youngest sister, and her hero is London’s handsomest man who has provided some not very serious competition for my previous Dashing Widows heroes.

There’s a touch of Dirty Dancing in this story about the geek girl who gets the cutest guy in the room—and doesn’t have to change who she is to do it. By the time you finish my latest novella, I hope you’re saying, “Nobody puts Amy in the corner!”

The excerpt is from early in the book and describes Amy and Pascal’s first meeting since she was an awkward teenager.


Raynor House, Mayfair, London, March 1829

All Amy’s newfound confidence fizzled to nothing. Striding toward her was the man she’d spent a couple of agonizing years dreaming about when she was a silly girl. He’d fueled her romantic fantasies, until she hit sixteen and decided that life was real and practical, and adolescent foolishness served no purpose.

Anthony turned, and the unalloyed pleasure in his expression surprised Amy. “Pascal, grand to see you.”

“And you, Kenwick.” Lord Pascal bowed briefly to Fenella. “Lady Kenwick.”

“My lord,” Fenella said with a pretty curtsy.

“Will you please introduce me to your lovely companion?”

cover of Pursuing Lord Pascal by Anna CampbellLovely companion? Amy almost looked around to see who he meant, even as those blue eyes leveled on her with unmistakable intent.

“Amy, may I present Lord Pascal?” Fenella said, shooting him a speculative glance. “Pascal, this is Amy, Lady Mowbray, down from Leicestershire for the season.”

Automatically Amy extended her hand. When he took it in his and bowed, a strange current zapped through her as if she touched lightning. Bewildered, she told herself this was impossible, especially as they both wore gloves. But it was so hard to think rationally when such remarkable male beauty filled her view.

The hundreds of candles in the ballroom turned Lord Pascal to gold. Golden hair. Golden skin. Tall, perfectly proportioned body. Broad, straight shoulders. Narrow hips. Long legs. Cheekbones high and prominent. Lips so crisply cut that they’d look sculpted from marble, if they weren’t so warm and sensual.

Such spectacular masculinity would make Michelangelo weep.

“Delighted, Lady Mowbray.” His soft murmur set her every nerve jangling with female awareness.

“Good evening, my lord,” she said, shocked that the words emerged at all, let alone as steadily as they did. With a spurt of relief, she realized that she wasn’t sixteen anymore.

By God, she could handle society. She could handle anything life threw at her. Here was proof. While butterflies and grasshoppers performed a mad ballet in her stomach, she faced down the man who had once turned her tongue-tied.

Her smile broadened as she stared into Lord Pascal’s brilliant blue eyes. Dear heaven, that color was extraordinary, like a noon sky on a perfect summer day.

Those eyes warmed and turned predatory, and she realized her hand still rested in his. Ten years ago—good Lord, last week—she’d have jerked away, flustered and awkward. Not tonight. Tonight she remained just where she was and let herself drown in those azure eyes.

“May I presume upon our new acquaintance and ask for this waltz?”

“I’m engaged with Sir Brandon.” With a flirtatiousness she’d never before attempted, she let her lashes flutter down. She didn’t mention that she and Pascal had met before, if years ago. Why revive memories of her clumsy younger self and spoil this chance to make an old dream come true?

Pascal didn’t even glance at Fenella’s son. “I’m sure he’ll yield to my greater need.”

“Greater need?” Amy slowly withdrew her hand. “That places too much importance on a waltz.”

“Sometimes a waltz can be a matter of life or death, my lady.”


Love that excerpt? You can read an even longer one and check out the blurb at annacampbell.com

But for instant happiness why not buy right now? Pursuing Lord Pascal is only 99 cents on Amazon.com. That’s a serious bargain so grab your copy today. You can also purchase from Kobo, iBooks and Nook.

Now, let Anna tell you about her very generous…


I’ve got a Kindle download of Pursuing Lord Pascal for someone who comments today. No geographical restrictions. Seeing this story is about a heroine with a girlhood crush who ends up getting the dream guy in the end, I’d love to know about your first crush, real or fictional.

Good luck in the draw!

Ooh, Anna, what a wonderful question. My first crush (besides those of the equine kind) was for former Pakistani cricket captain Imran Khan. That man was so gorgeous. I used to have dreams of us both escaping into the dessert on white Arab horses. Might have got my countries a tad mixed up with that fantasy, but I was only a little country girl and back then the rest of the world was a complete mystery.

Anna and I would adore hearing about your first crush. Please share and you could win!

Please note: Giveaway closes midnight Friday 14th October, AEST. Open internationally. Prize is a Kindle copy of Pursuing Lord Pascal.

Don’t have a Kindle e-reader? Not a problem. You can download the reading app for free to your smartphone, tablet or computer and read Pursuing Lord Pascal on there.

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Teaser TuesdayWelcome to Teaser Tuesday, the most tantalising blog series where I share snippets from works-in-progress, up-coming releases and published novels. Unless I get excited and decide to show off teasers from writing buddies, like today.

My guest today is romance author S.E. Gilchrist, and my goodness is she a clever-clogs! Why? Because S.E. writes across multiple genres including science-fiction, post-apocalyptic, fantasy, ancient history and (best of all) rural romance.

She’s here today to tell you a little about the fantastic Bindarra Creek rural romance series, share a snippet from Bindarra Creek Makeover and, very generously, offer a giveaway. So read on!

Author SE GilchristGood morning, Cathryn.

Thank you for hosting me on your site today for this week’s Tuesdays Teasers and for this wonderful opportunity to promote a group writing venture called Bindarra Creek Romance series. This venture has thirteen members, all of whom have now released their books with the last one out in July 2016. I’m very proud of my fellow writers and the enthusiasm they brought to the table for this series. Together we built a solid community with endearing characters and stories that whilst can be read as stand-alones, continue our underlying premise of a small, rural town working together to build a vibrant community.

My teaser is from my book, Bindarra Creek Makeover and is roughly halfway into the story where the hero’s grandmother is up to her machinations to keep Tessa and her daughter in Bindarra Creek.


Footsteps crunched on the gravel around the side of the house. Dammit. I’d hoped for a quiet word with Edwina so we could leave without any fuss. That doesn’t look like it’s going to happen. Oh well. I have to make my position clear and there’s no time like the present.

The door swung open and Dodge strolled in, taking off his jacket and beanie at the same time.

“Great. I’m just in time for elevenses,” he said placing his jacket on the hook.

Immediately the atmosphere in the kitchen changed, it seemed charged with the energy of his presence. His gaze swept over Tessa where she stood dithering beside the table, spoons in her hand. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from him. His uniform gave him an aura of power and coupled with his inherent sex appeal, a girl would have to be dead not to notice.

“Do you like Lord of the Rings, too?” Kaylee stared at him wide eyed above the rim of her glass.

Bindarra Creek Makeover by SE Gilchrist“Yep. Watched it five times already.”

“Me too.” A look that suggested adoration settled on her face.

“We can watch it tonight if you want to.” Dodge winked at her as he sat and gave the dog a long scratch behind his ear. Rufus thumped his tail madly.

“Mummy?” squealed Kaylee.

“Kaylee, don’t talk with your mouth full. And your homework has to be done before anything else.” What is he doing here? Checking up on us? She tapped her toe against the floorboards. “Do you come home from work every day for morning tea?”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze travelling from her hot face down her neck, seemed to linger an awfully long time in her chest region before wandering down her legs and back up again.

Her nipples tightened. She prayed he couldn’t tell through the thickness of her jumper.

He grinned. “Only when there’s something tasty on the menu.”

He could tell.

Tessa could have thrown the tea towel at him.

With a dramatic sigh, his grandmother lowered herself into the chair.

A frown chased away Dodge’s smirk. “Something wrong Gran?”

Eyes half-closed, Edwina fanned herself with a napkin. “I must have done too much this morning. I don’t feel so good.”

Tessa narrowed her eyes. There’d been no problem with her when she was racing up and down that ladder.

“Renovating a house this size is really a young person’s job. My old bones…” she let her voice trail off suggestively.

Cunning old fox. Tessa ate cake and waited.


Bindarra Creek Makeover is available now at: Amazon AU | Amazon US | Amazon UK

Thanks, S.E. Ooh, a do love a naughty grandparent. They’re such fun!

And now folks, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Yes, we have a…


Here’s S.E. to tell you about it.

I have a random giveaway of a paperback copy of Bindarra Creek Makeover (if domestic winner) or if international winner, an e-copy of my book to be gifted from Amazon. Provide your answers to the following questions and go in the draw.

  1. Do you like rural romances and why?
  2. What is Dodge’s gran’s maiden name?

Have a great day!

Please Note: Giveaway closes midnight Friday AEST, 12th August 2016.

If you’d like to know more about S.E. Gilchrist and her fabulous books, please visit her website. To discover more about the Bindarra Creek series visit bindarracreekromance.com or stay tuned to Teaaser Tuesday where I’ll be featuring more books from the series in coming weeks.


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Teaser TuesdayWelcome again to another fun instalment of Teaser Tuesday, the blog series where I share snippets from my works-in-progress, up-coming releases and published novels. Most of the time. Occasionally I like to spice it up and let writing buddies tease you with their works too.

Today is such a day and I’m delighted to host historical romance author Anne Gracie on the blog. Her Chance Sisters series, including The Autumn Bride, The Winter Bride and The Spring Bride (current finalist in the Romance Writers of Australia’s prestigious Ruby Awards), has been a blast and I’ve been eagerly awaiting book 4—The Summer Bride—and Daisy’s story. The girls are all great characters but I’ve developed a real soft spot for Daisy and so want her to reach her happy ever after. I bet if you’ve been following the series you feel the same.

Here’s Anne to tell you more about the The Summer Bride. Oh and don’t forget to read right through to the end. There might be a giveaway!


Romance Author Anne Gracie

The Summer Bride is the first “friends-to-lovers” story I’ve written, and I have to say I really enjoyed watching these two following their separate paths, all the while fighting an attraction that can’t be denied.

I loved Daisy and Flynn. Daisy is down-to-earth and outspoken and funny, and Flynn . . . well, Flynn’s a real charmer — brash, confident, and very masculine. And though it took him a while to work out what he really wanted, when he did, he went all out to get it.

Daisy and Flynn are on different courses. He wants to marry an aristocratic lady, she doesn’t want to marry at all. She has plans . . .

Daisy had no illusions about herself. She was a little Cockney guttersnipe with a gimpy leg and a foul mouth—though she was working on the swearing, and her grammar. But she loved beautiful clothes and—praise be!— she was good at making them.

She was going to be somebody, and she was going to do it all herself; Daisy Chance, Dressmaker to the Toffs, with a shop and a business all her own. That was her dream, and she was so hungry for it she could almost taste it.

The fact that Daisy fancies Flynn and always has, is irrelevant. She’s a realist, and a businesswoman, and respectability is what matters now.

Daisy pretended to stare out of her window but watched him from the corner of her eye. He was one good-looking man, Flynn. His breeches fitted nice and tight, his legs were long and powerful, and he smelled beautiful—clean and manly, not like so many posh gents who drenched themselves in perfumes and smelled like a blooming flowerpot.

No, Flynn was all man. She fancied him rotten—always had, from the first day he’d come swaggering into Lady Bea’s parlor, as brash and confident as if he owned the place. Those bold blue eyes of his had summed up every female in the room, a perfect invitation to sin.

The Summer Bride by Anne GracieFrom the very first he’d been danger wrapped in shades of masculine elegance—he’d just come from Freddy Monkton-Coombes’s very exclusive tailor—all the while complaining about having to dress like a pea-hen—not a peacock—in drab colors. With a gold earring in his ear, like a bloomin’ pirate. He was wearing it today; it glinted in the dim light.

He’d flirted with her that first day, just a bit—and she’d flirted back.

Daisy sighed. In the old days she’d have gone after him like a shot, but she’d turned respectable now, and so had Flynn.

He was planning to marry the finest young lady in London, and Daisy was starting up a business of her own. They were on different pathways, and a romp between the sheets wasn’t on the cards for either of them.  More’s the pity.

Besides, Flynn was her friend, the first man she’d ever been friends—real friends—with. The men she’d known in the past were users—pimps, predators, thieves and swindlers—all crooks of some kind.

Flynn was different, and she wasn’t going to risk spoiling their friendship with a bit of rumpy pumpy, no matter how tempting it was. That sort of thing never lasted—and the break-up always ruined the friendship.

So it was look but don’t touch.

She eyed his long, muscular thighs in their gleaming boots, and smiled to herself. Lucky he was such a treat to look at.


Oooh, I can’t wait for this book. I pre-ordered it back in March and today is the day it’ll be popping onto my Kindle and racing to the top of my to-be-read pile.

I bet you’d love a copy of The Summer Bride too. Well, here’s your chance to win one. Yes, lovelies, we have a…


For your chance to win a paperback copy of The Summer Bride simply answer this question from Anne:

What’s your favorite romance trope? Friends to lovers? Revenge? Second chance at Love? Convenient Marriage? Secret baby? Amnesia? Etc

Comment away and we’ll pop you into the draw.

Please note: Giveaway closes Friday midnight Friday AEST, 8th July 2016. Open internationally. Rah!

The Chance Sisters books are available right now from Booktopia, BookdepositoryAmazon, Kobo, iBooks, Google Play, or your favourite bookstore.

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