Thursday, September 08, 2016

A Summer's Lease #free

Here's what some people are saying about A Summer's Lease on Amazon and Goodreads -

"This one had me so invested in the story I was almost yelling at them but what a fabulous story, one that kept me turning the pages. I loved the setting, the story line old buccaneers and family history and that sensual pull throughout. Yes I can highly recommend this one." 5*

"A lovely gentle book with a tough backbone. Heroine is a total sweetheart. Hero is a closet romantic, though I'm not are he realises it. Read in one sitting because I couldn't put it down. " 5*

"Charming story. Pure Liz Fielding quality, " 5*

"...a true romantic story..." 5*

"...a magical romance ..." 5*

And the good news is that it's  #free on Amazon from today (8 September) until Tuesday (12 September) inclusive.

Click Amazon US or Amazon UK (or Amazon wherever you are in the world) and download now!

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

My bottom drawer book...

I guess most authors have a book in the bottom drawer that, for one reason or another didn't get published. There are as many reasons for this as there are books. The first, the big reason, is that for some reason your editor didn't quite take to it.

As an inexperienced author you think she knows everything, but then the same editor (long gone) had undermined my confidence in another book - A Stranger's Kiss - that became one of my bestsellers. (How many people turned down Harry Potter? Not that I'm suggesting, well you know...)

So much in publishing is about timing. The right ms on the right desk at the right moment.

When there's nowhere else to publish (and there wasn't when I wrote this) you stick the ms in the bottom drawer and get on with the next book. But every time you open that drawer it nags at you and the publishing world has changed out of all recognition and so A Summer's Lease is published today at Amazon.

Here's the set up...

In a midsummer's dawn, high in the woods above Beaumont Court, Charlotte Palmer encounters a man who at first sight she thinks is the ghost of Harry Beaumont, the buccaneer who built the Court in the 16th century.
His passionate kiss blasts away the illusion but when he extends a hand to her, an invitation to go with him, she hesitates and in a heartbeat he's gone.

Here's a taster...

CHARLOTTE Palmer woke long before dawn and lay in the not-quite-dark of midsummer listening as the night sounds were gradually overlaid by the birds stirring and trying their early morning voices.

She had toured the house the evening before when everyone had gone and it was quiet, saying goodbye to the past.
Now, in the dawn, she would walk through the gardens and up into the woods to the special place she had always gone when she was unhappy or life was difficult. A place where she could see the house nestling in its hollow and the river beyond.    
Beaumont Court.

The one thing that had always been a constant in her life.

 She finished plaiting her hair and picked up the miniature portrait of Harry Beaumont — painted when he was a favourite at the first Elizabeth’s court — from the table beside her bed. She could almost hear the laughter promised by bold blue eyes that glinted with a wicked merriment. She would need a friendly face to see her through this day and on a sudden impulse, she slipped it into her pocket.
‘Daisy,’ she called softly, when she reached the stables. The horses had long since been sold, but Richard Beaumont would never have a dog in the house and her spaniel had slept there ever since she’d been forced to move into the Court.
Last night she would have welcomed the comfort of Daisy’s soft warm body on her bed, but now that Richard was dead and she could have done what she liked it would have felt like a betrayal to take advantage.

The small liver and white spaniel needed no second invitation, but bounded joyously to heel, then ran on ahead, giving short excited yelps as she snuffled at trails in the grass.

‘No, this way, girl.’
It was a long walk to the top of the hill and the church clock had chimed six before she finally sank onto the dew-soaked grass of the clearing. She hugged her knees and gazed down into the valley.
Swathed in the golden mist rising from the river the house — built by the same Harry Beaumont who smiled from her precious miniature — had an ethereal, magical quality. It was easy to imagine him pausing here as he caught his first glimpse of its tall brick chimneys after the long ride from Elizabeth’s court at Richmond. Easy to imagine him spurring his horse on, eager to hold his beloved Maria, see his children.

He had been the first in a long unbroken line of Beaumont men to hold the house against the world. Today the latest to be given that trust would arrive at Beaumont Court.
He was late by any standards.
Matthew Ryan had, it seemed, been too busy with business commitments in the Far East to come home to be with the dying Richard. To come to his funeral. It was nearly two weeks since Richard Beaumont had been laid to rest with his ancestors in the family vault below the church and only now had his heir found some time in his crowded schedule to come and take control of his inheritance.
‘Daisy, be quiet.’ The spaniel was barking at something in the woods, drawing her mind back to the clearing, away from disturbing thoughts of the changes that were bound to be made with his arrival and how they would affect her. The dog, intent on her quarry, ignored her. ‘Daisy!’ she called again, more urgently, scrambling to her feet as she disappeared into the thicket well aware that if she took off after a rabbit she would be gone all day.
But Daisy danced backwards into the clearing letting out excited little yaps. Narrowing her eyes against the slanting sun, Charlotte took a step towards the copse, halted uncertainly, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the shadowy figure of a man astride a large black horse, at the edge of the clearing, the low slanting sun giving him a halo about his dark curls.

The trees began to retreat giddily and, as her legs buckled beneath her, the man threw his leg over the animal’s head and slid to the ground moving swiftly to catch her, his shadowed expression so familiar that she whispered his name.


Read on...

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Release day!

It's here!

Melting Mr Frosty's Heart is about to go live and I couldn't be more excited.

I've been wanting to give Ria and Graeme a story ever since Anything But Vanilla was published (still available as an ebook) and finally it's here.

It is a short story but a longish one well worth the 99p/99c which is the minimum Amazon and iBooks allows me to charge. Less than I pay for my morning paper - and much less than a cup of coffee - so this is the moment for those of you who have enjoyed my ice cream girls to one-click.

And if you enjoy it, I would be so grateful if you'd leave a review if Amazon gives you a prompt. :)

Click now and it will be on your favoured device ready to read with your morning coffee/commute tomorrow morning. Here are the links -

Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon Australia

iBooks US
iBooks Australia
iBooks UK

Barnes and Noble

Wednesday, July 27, 2016


I love this time of year. The first flush of roses might have faded but the hanging baskets (after a dodgy start with so much rain) and pots are looking fabulous.

I've planted a ton of seeds and I'll be moving them from the trays and into pots to grow on so that I can plant them out in the autumn.

Stocks for the scent, violas because I just love those pansy faces, stately foxgloves - cream splashed with dark red - and the slightly mad canterbury bells.

All old-fashioned flowers that make the heart sing.

Early this spring I found a couple of packets of nasturtium seeds and they are adding a splash of colour everywhere. Climbing up amongst the everlasting sweetpeas and tomatoes in the border and in the pots on the patio.

And I can't believe how long the honeysuckle has flowered this year. The orange thug is long over - and trying to take over the world - but the more natural ones are still throwing out blooms.

I've also got a pot that earlier was full of tulips and daffodils but now they've died back and I've got a load of self-set foxgloves from last year coming up thick and fast.

I'll be transplanting those into the border and holding my breath next spring because with self-set you never know what you're going to get!

I also have to take some cuttings of sedum for the dd's garden.

She has a lovely recipe for lavender lotion bars on her blog this week by the way - perfect for gardener's hands!

What's happening in your garden right now?

Monday, July 25, 2016

Twenty-five per cent off Harlequin Romance

Hurry, hurry, hurry -
it's Christmas in July at Harlequin!

Click the link and stock up with Harlequin Romance for the summer - use the HOHOHO16 code and they are all 25% off at Harlequin July 25, 26, 27

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Lipgloss Lollies for ice cream lovers...

My lovely daughter - knowing my love of all things ice cream - spotted these cute lipgloss lollies and sent me one. I've now grabbed a handful to add to my "goody box" and I'll add one to the signed book that one of my newsletter subscribers wins each month

This month's newsletter will also have a free read of Melting Mr Frosty's Heart.

(Hint: you can sign up on the sidebar just there on the right!)

Friday, July 08, 2016

Get a free download of Melting Mr Frosty's Heart

Those of you who've been with me for a while will know I have a bit of a thing for ice cream. Three books - Tempted By Trouble, Anything But Vanilla and Vettori's Damsel in Distress - have charted the romances of the three Amery sisters who founded the ice cream events business "Scoop!".

Often one book will lead to a spin-off - great characters cannot be left dangling while the main event sweeps on to its inevitable conclusion.

Two such characters were that magician with ice cream, Ria (Knickerbocker Gloria, herself) and uptight millionaire with a passion for opera, Graeme Laing.

Sorrel Amery's parting gift to him was to tell him that Ria loved the opera. Great Uncle Basil's response was that she would "shake the creases out of his pants".

Melting Mr Frosty's Heart is a short story that catches up with the moment when Graeme, much against his better judgement, decides to ask her to join him in his box at Covent Garden.

Will she say yes? Do opposites ever attract? And what happens to his pants?

This short story on pre-sale at moment with an August 1st release date for just .99c.

Or you could sign up for my newsletter and get it free a whole week before it goes on sale. That's right, My newsletter subscribers will be getting a secret link where they can read it free.

It's a gift to my wonderful readers, some of whom have been reading my newsletter from the first issue. Total treasures.

And here, just in case you're not already thoroughly tempted, is the cover.