Friday, 8 December 2017

How to Brighten up a Wintery Morning

Some nice news to brighten this cold and wintry morning in rural France: Rosie Amber Book Review Team has nominated two of my novels: The Silent Kookaburra and Blood Rose Angel, for their 2017 Favourite Book Award. 

If anyone has read and enjoyed either of the books, I would appreciate your vote if you feel so inclined. Thank you so much! 

Voting here on Rosie Amber's Blog.

Thursday, 19 October 2017


In many countries, October is breast cancer awareness month, helping to increase attention and support for the awareness, early detection and treatment, as well as palliative care, of this illness.

As many of you know, this October, I'm celebrating one year since my diagnosis in October, 2016. Yes, I'm celebrating the awareness of my own mortality. Celebrating the fact that I was lucky I had a treatable form, and lucky to live in a country where treatment is not only free, but top-class. Celebrating life. Celebrating being a better person (I hope!).

With many thanks to fellow author, Patricia Sands, for featuring my breast cancer journey (and a few free books!) on her blog today.

Friday, 6 October 2017

#Promo Publication Price: The Bone Angel Trilogy #Boxset

Well, after almost a year's break from writing, due to some "challenging" medical issues, I've finally published my three French historical fiction novels as: The Bone Angel Trilogy Boxset.

Three standalone stories exploring the tragedies and triumphs of a French village family of midwife-healers during the French Revolution (Spirit of Lost Angels), WW2 Nazi-occupied France (Wolfsangel) and the 1348 Black Plague (Blood Rose Angel).

If you're looking for an early Kindle Xmas gift for a bookie friend/family member, The Bone Angel Trilogy boxset is available now, on Amazon for a limited PROMO price of $5.99.

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 If you're into more ancient Historical Fiction or intelligent crime fiction, check out my Triskele Books' colleagues boxsets HERE!

Friday, 8 September 2017

Au Revoir Summer

You can feel it in the morning and the evening, that small nip in the air; that turn of season. You can see it in the sun, already slinking away. You can feel it in the light, that ochre, autumn shade, gentler on the eye. And after sweltering in France's heatwave for the last 3 months, I can't say I'm sorry to say bye bye to summer.

Crazy, mad, charming Naples
And his pizzas weren't too bad either!

 In hindsight, Italy seemed a ridiculous destination for an August holiday, with temperatures hovering near the 40s most days! Despite the wonder of Pompeii and Herculanum, the mad charm of Naples, the yummy pizzas, the ancient rural beauty of Sienna and Pérugia, my next trip to Italy will be in the dead of winter.

Wash day

Dietary staples
So, all frivolity aside, it's time for me to get back to work and write another book, another 70s Aussie psycho drama, working title: Swimming with Seagulls. Watch this space!

And to welcome in the new season, here's a special autumn song by Ben Rector:

Tuesday, 1 August 2017

The Silent Kookaburra on @aussieradioshow !

Many thanks to fellow Australian, and ex-pat, Neill Bartlett for this nostalgic interview on The Aussie Radio Show about The Silent Kookaburra and Aussie life (around minute 16 - 40.00).

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Happy #Bastille Day #FrenchRevolution

Happy Bastille Day!
This Thursday, 14th July, France celebrates the storming of the Bastille on 14th July, 1789, an important event in Paris during the revolution that had begun two days beforehand. Celebrations are held all over the country, and it is a public holiday.

And the rural village at the foot of the Monts du Lyonnais in which I live will celebrate with a party, and fireworks to round everything off.

Storming of the Bastille

To celebrate this epic event, I'm running a limited time FREE offer of my novel, Spirit of Lost Angels, part of which takes place during the French Revolution.

Extract from Chapter 39 of Spirit of Lost Angels…

More and more people massed around the burning fortress, smoke flapping into the grim sky like a hero’s flag. Whole families streamed onto the streets. They brought their children, their dogs, to see the fiery spectacle.

I watched Aurore, caught up in the dancing, chanting revellers, and still I could not entice her away from that bloody, triumphant scene. I was about to leave on my own when I heard, amidst the din, a voice calling.

‘Come, Rubie.’

I spun around, wondering whoever was addressing me. My eyes scanned the knot of unfamiliar faces, but besides Aurore, I knew nobody. I heard the voice again. ‘Rubie.’

Whoever would be calling me? Still I recognised no one, then I glimpsed the face of a young girl wearing a scarlet dress, and my hand flew across my mouth.

She was some distance away, but I could make out the cinnamon-coloured curls. My own ten-year old face. I could have sworn too, she was wearing a necklace––a small angel carving perhaps, threaded onto a strip of leather. I felt giddy, and held Aurore’s arm to stop myself fainting.

The girl had turned from me and was vanishing into the crowd. I started pushing people aside, stepping on feet, shoving my way through the throng.

‘Rubie, Rubie, wait. Wait! Don’t leave me again!’ I thought I would burst with desire, with hope, and with the fear I wouldn’t reach her.

Like the river in a summer drought, the girl receded from me, further and further. Then she was gone.

Get your FREE copy of Spirit of Lost Angels here

Friday, 9 June 2017

#Australia #psychologicalsuspense novel #promo

For a week beginning today, Friday 9th June, The Silent Kookaburra, my psychological suspense novel set in 1970s Australia, will be on a Kindle Countdown Deal promotion for only 99c/p.

Extract from The Silent Kookaburra Chapter 9...

‘Hey, Tanya, great to see you,’ he said in the dreamy ocean voice. He sat beside me on my rock, scratched Steely’s head and handed me another bag of Redskins and Milk Bottles.

‘Yum. Thanks, Uncle Blackie.’

We sat in silence while I munched through the Milk Bottles.

‘Did you know he’s the best camouflaged lizard?’ I said, pointing to a frilled-neck lizard the same colour as the rock on which it was sunning itself.

‘Oh yes, a master chameleon,’ Uncle Blackie said. ‘So, managing to keep your chin up at home, Tanya? I gather things’ve got pretty bad?’

I shrugged, my fingers flying to the cowlick. ‘Yeah, pretty bad what with … with everything.’

‘I’m sorry you’re having a hard time. I’m guessing you’re a strong girl who can cope with a lot, but just know I’m here if you need to talk about things.’

Uncle Blackie swiped at a fly buzzing around my leg. A hand slid down onto my knee, rough fingers rubbing at the scar. ‘What happened here?’

‘Banged into Mum’s Hill’s Hoist.’

‘That must’ve hurt.’

I shrugged again, my leg jerking away from his touch. ‘A bit.’

He cupped a hand under my chin and lifted my face to meet his dark gaze. ‘Your mum could’ve been a model,’ he said. ‘Just like you could be, Tanya.’

‘Me, a model? Oh yeah, sure.’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he said. ‘And you know what? After I met you up the bush track that first time, I had this idea.’

‘What idea?’

‘Have you thought about entering Miss Beach Girl 1973, Tanya?’

‘What’s Miss Beach Girl 1973?’

‘A beauty quest,’ Uncle Blackie said. ‘Early next year, the organisers will walk around Wollongong beaches picking out beautiful girls. The winner gets a trip to New York and a guaranteed six-month photographic modelling contract. So, the chance to become a famous model.’

‘Be cool to be a model but I’ve got Buckley’s Chance of that ever happening.’

‘Don’t be silly, you’ve got every chance in the world,’ Uncle Blackie said, and as he told me about the photographers who would photograph me in the latest-fashion clothes with jewellery and make-up that would make my eyes glitter like amber and emeralds, my cheeks grew hotter.

‘I could take some photos of you, Tanya, show you what it’s all about. If you want, that is, then you’d know exactly what it is to be a model. What do you say?’

‘Nah, everybody reckons I’ve got bat wings for ears. “Batgirl” they call me –– and I am fat. I know I am.’

‘You’ll slim down, don’t worry,’ he said. ‘Besides, those models aren’t as beautiful as they’re made out, you know, Tanya. It’s all camera angles and make believe. They’re quite plain in real life in fact. And I already told you, just wear your hair a different way and nobody will notice your ears. The same as your mum did when she was young.’

‘You’re really a photographer, Uncle Blackie?’

‘Yeah, I’m pretty good with a camera. So what do you say? No pressure, only if you want.’

‘Okay, if you really think I’ve got a chance at this beauty quest, why not?’

Buy The Silent Kookaburra for only 99c/p.

Australia's "not very silent" Kookaburra!