Jul 22, 2014 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Bubble baths and time out…



I LOVE a good bubble bath. I used to have baths fairly regularly BC (before child). Then while I was pregnant, it was too hard to get in and out of the bath, so I stopped. When my son was small, he was an horrendous sleeper and our bathroom is right near his room. Once I finally got him asleep, there was no way on earth I was going to do anything – ANYTHING – that might wake him! (And anyone who has had a small child knows they can’t have a bath in peace while said child is awake!) So regular bubble baths were put off even longer until eventually they became a once in a blue moon thing.

A few months ago, I started working through The Artist’s Way with a few friends, and one of the main tenets of Julia Cameron’s system is to have a weekly Artist’s Date – spending time doing something for yourself that feeds your soul. I’ve done things like taking an hour to myself to go somewhere nice, wander around and take photos, or spending time browsing a second-hand bookstore or library, or going to the beach and sitting. But I’ve also added in Sunday night bubble baths.

I fill the bath with hot water, bubble bath and / or bath salts, (never a shortage in my house with relatives who love to buy me “smelly stuff”), light a scented candle, turn off the lights and just lie there, letting my thoughts drift.

In those drifting times, I have blog post ideas pop into my mind (like this one!), plot twists and tangles unravel themselves, characters arrive and talk to me. I let go of the stresses of my week and prepare my mind for the week to come. I reflect.

By taking time out, I’ve improved my state of mind and increased my productivity.

Coincidentally, while I was writing this, a TED talk came to my attention. This guy closes his studio every 7 years and takes a year long sabbatical, and talks about how worthwhile that has been for him. Definitely worth thinking about, even on a smaller scale like taking off one month every year.



Do you take regular time out? What’s your favourite way to feed your soul? Are you a bubble bath lover like me?

Jul 15, 2014 - Uncategorized    20 Comments

What’s Suzi Love’s passion? Guest post

Today I’m excited to welcome Suzi Love, Australian author of historical romance, sexy to erotic!

Welcome to my blog, Suzi. Can you please tell us a little about yourself?

After spending many years in developing countries in the South Pacific, I now live in the city I was born in – Brisbane.

My greatest loves are traveling, anywhere and everywhere, meeting crazy characters, and visiting the Australian outback.

Suzi Love blending in with the locals in an Australian mining town.

Suzi Love blending in with the locals in an Australian mining town.

I adore history and my aim is to make history fun for my readers so I create heroes and heroines who challenge traditional manners, morals, and occupations, either through necessity or desire. I write about roguish heroes and feisty heroines, and I love setting my books in the many-layered societies of the Regency and early Victorian eras.

If you want to see what I get up to each day, take a look at my Rebel Mouse Magazine or my Suzi Love Daily Paper.

Suzi Love Magazine - Suzi Love’s Daily Gossip Newspaper

A daily paper? I’m impressed! Tell us, Suzi, do you have a passion other than writing? 

Yes, as my family and friends will tell you, I have an addiction. I’m addicted to history and museums and I indulge my passion wherever, and whenever, possible.

That sounds like a healthy addiction to me :) How long have you had a history addiction?  

My passion for learning about other eras and how people lived during them started in high school history classes when I decided that being an archeologist and flitting around the world and digging up history in exotic locations sounded like an idyllic life. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find anyone to fund my expensive dream.  So I learned to indulge my passion in a much cheaper fashion e.g. via books, photos, and TV. And with visits to museums and historic places whenever the bank manager says it’s possible.

I wanted to be an archaeologist when I was a kid too! What is it about history and museums that brings a sparkle to your eye? 

Testing the water at the Roman Baths, Bath, UK.

Suzi testing the water temperature at the Roman Baths in Bath

There is nothing like the feeling of standing in the foyer of a huge museum and deciding which themed wing to visit first. Will I visit Egypt and oooh and aah over the gold and jewels from a pharaoh’s tomb? Or lace myself into a Regency corset and add the requisite layers of petticoats and gown and see if I can still walk?

And visiting historic places in person changes your view of the world. Perhaps testing the water temperature in England’s Roman Baths, or climbing past row upon row of open ‘graves’ dug into a Papua New Guinea hillside, or peering into Vanuatu’s deep blue water where millions of dollars of used military equipment was ‘dumped’ after WW II, or panning for gold on Australia’s historic goldfields.     

Oh I want to go to the Roman baths! And don’t get me started on Egypt :) Do you have a funny story about something that’s happened to you while involved in your passion? 

I’ve often become an ‘unofficial tour guide’ when visiting an historic place or a museum with family or friends. If it’s an era I love and know about, they ask me lots of questions. But then I notice that our group has doubled, or tripled, in size because other tourists have come to listen and sometimes even ask me questions.  I explain that I’m not really a tour guide, but maybe I should just hold out the tip jar instead.

Yes, I think you should hold out the tip jar! 


Thanks for being my guest today Suzi!

You can find Suzi at one of her many web places and say hello!


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Fun Fact Friday – what is cute?

Warning – this blog post contains videos of cute puppies and kittens…

OK, don’t say I didn’t warn you :)

First of all, watch this gorgeous video of puppies and kittens squeezing themselves into some unusual spaces:


And here’s the fun fact part: why do we find puppies & kittens cute? Watch this vSauce video to find out why and how to make even a hammer cute!

Jul 8, 2014 - General    No Comments

Celebrate your achievements


You know how sometimes the universe decides you need to learn a lesson, and everywhere you turn, you seem to be slapped across with that information? Like when you decide to buy a yellow swimsuit (no, not me!) and suddenly you see yellow swimsuits and ads for yellow swimsuits and even interviews about yellow swimsuits everywhere. Apparently its fancy name is “Frequency Illusion”.

So when things like that happen to me, I sit up and take note.

Recently, I’ve been reading a lot of articles and listening to a lot of podcasts which all seem to be telling me the same thing.

Celebrate your achievements.

I know I get so focused on achieving the next goal that I’m guilty of crossing an item off my to-do list without really taking notice that I’ve achieved something. Even if that item was something I’d been working towards finishing for weeks or months. Its like my brain says “Great, I’m done…What’s next?”

And sometimes I’ll look back through my diary or journal and think “wow, I’ve done all that in the last x weeks?!”

In an online course I’m doing at the moment with “inspiration catalyst” Christine Arylo, she calls it “achiever’s amnesia“. Forgetting what we’ve achieved because we don’t take the time to celebrate it and remember how awesome we are and how far we’ve already come.

So this is my reminder to you – and to myself – to take the time to celebrate your awesomeness. Celebrate how far you’ve come. Celebrate the minor victories as well as the major ones.

You are awesome!



Jul 1, 2014 - Guest post    6 Comments

What’s Téa Cooper’s passion? Guest post

Today I’m delighted to welcome Australian historical author and fellow Hunter Romance Writer, Téa Cooper.

Téa Cooper lives in a stone cottage on one hundred acres of bushland, just outside the nineteenth century village of Wollombi, NSW Australia. When she isn’t writing, Téa can be found haunting the local museum or chatting to the locals, who offer a never-ending source of inspiration. Both Lily’s Leap and Matilda’s Freedom are set in and around Wollombi.

In October, Jazz Baby, a 1920s rags to riches story set in Sydney will be released and in February, Forgotten Fragrance, Book I of a family saga entitled From the Ocean to the Outback. At the moment she is working on a parallel time-line series called The Adventures of Miss Abigail Wynter. She has also written three contemporary romances.

Hi Téa, Welcome to my blog. Your latest release, Lily’s Leap, is out today. Congratulations!

Please tell us, do you have a passion other than writing?

I do … it’s a little bit random, but probably understandable – anything old, but most especially anything old and unloved. I don’t collect anything specific – furniture, old books, random bits of jewelry, anything I think I can restore and use, not necessarily for what it was intended. I may well have been a bowerbird in a previous life!

It does sound like fun! What is it about it that brings a sparkle to your eye?

teacabinetJunk stalls at markets are my idea of heaven, or vintage shops. And I have been known to come to a skidding halt if there is a pile of rubbish outside a house waiting for a council collection.

My latest acquisition is this old cupboard. I use it as a bedside table. The top is fantastic – it has the remains of an old newspaper stuck to it. I’ve left it and covered it with lacquer. And the lamp? Well that was a by-the-side-of-the-road job – it needed a bit of cleaning up and some very basic electrical work.

The newspaper on top is fascinating!  How long have you been a bowerbird?

On and off forever, really. I’ve still got the old wooden chest I used to ship all my belongings out to Australia a million years ago and I have my “lucky penny” that I found on the beach in Cornwall the summer I discovered boys – that was a long, long time ago!

I’ll refrain from asking the question about how “lucky” you got with the help of the penny :)  

You have a new release out today – Lily’s Leap. Could you tell us about it?


From Escape’s Queen of Australian historical romance comes a story about a privileged member of Australian’s squattocracy, a bushranger, and a very special horse.

Born into the rough, but privileged society of the Australian colonial landowners, Lilibeth Dungarven finds herself married, widowed, and, much to her distress, back under her father’s thumb, all before her twenty-first birthday. Determined not to forgo her dream of breeding the perfect racehorse, Lilibeth ignores propriety and sets out to restotealilysleapre the family’s flagging fortunes.

When Captain Tom and his mismatched band of bushrangers stumble across a mob of the best horses they’ve ever seen, and the daughter of the famed Dungarven horse stud, they know their fortunes have changed. Their catch is worth a king’s ransom. All they have to do is hold her for seven days. How hard can it be to control the pampered daughter of a colonial upstart?

ISBN: 9780857991713 Publication Date: July 1, 2014

You can buy Lily’s Leap at:

Harlequin Escape





Amazon and Goodreads Reviews:

Forget work, forget all your responsibilities and slide into this delicious story … a well-written book by a talented writer … since I doubt I’ll be visiting Australia, it was a treat to feel like I was there, herding horses to market across the Australian Outback. The landscape assumes the position of a character in this exciting romance; playing a pivotal role in Lily’s adventure. A fabulous read by a very talented Aussie author … I have no hesitation in HIGHLY recommending Lily’s Leap.”






Hunter Valley, Australia 1848

Lilibeth Dungarven’s cry of pure pleasure soared skywards as the massive black stallion rose to clear the fallen tree, sending the horrors of the last four years scuttling into the dirt of the ancient land.

Clenching her knees against Nero’s heaving flanks she bent low, ducking the overhanging branches framing the bush track, her cheek pressed to the warmth of his muscular neck. When the erratic pounding in her chest settled she drew Nero to a shuddering halt and pushed the damp curls back from her forehead.

A pair of black cockatoos, disturbed by her madcap gallop, shrieked their annoyance and resettled in the whispering casuarina trees. The crack of their beaks as they threw the mangled nuts to the ground filled the silence. Below her the ribbon of sandstone road weaved its way towards Payne’s Crossing and she shielded her eyes from the sun, searching for her mob of horses.

A glint of reflected sunlight drew her eye to a mounted figure in the middle of the road. Despite the hat pulled low shadowing his face, the stockwhip crack of his words registered deep in her belly.

‘Bail up! Guns down and off the horses.’

‘What do you think you…?’ Constricted by the tension in her throat her words petered out. No one would dare steal such a valuable mob of horses. They were branded. Everyone in the colony knew the Dungarven brand. To lose them was unthinkable. Years of breeding — the first pure Dungarven bloodlines. Months proving herself capable of managing the sale and the trip to Sydney. And now a hold up! It would not happen. Not if Lilibeth Dungarven had any say in the matter.


Thanks for being on my blog! Good luck with Lily’s Leap, Téa – it’s a wonderful story and Captain Tom is a real honey :)

You can find Téa at the following places:

Website: www.teacooperauthor.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TeaCooper

Twitter: https://twitter.com/TeaCooper1

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/teacooperauthor

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/teacooperauthor/




Jun 24, 2014 - General    3 Comments

In which I find myself unexpectedly writing a novella


A couple of days ago, I finished writing a small town romance novella. This was a pretty radical departure for me -1) romance not women’s fiction, 2) 25,000 words rather than 80,000 and 3) only 2 points of view, not 4 or more :)

So it was challenging. But I have to say I loved it. I came up with the (vague) concept on the 21st May, and wrote THE END on the 22nd June. Being able to storm through a book like that was amazing to me and the process has taught me a lot about myself and my writing. I have to credit participating in RWA’s 50Kin30days challenge for much of the speed – I’m aiming for a word count of 30K this month, so averaging 1K/day. I’m now starting on novella number 2 to meet the rest of my goal.

One of my CPs has seen an early draft – when I got to about halfway, threw my hands up in the air and ‘Help, what do you think can happen next?’ She said she loved it at that point so I’m hoping the new and improved version still meets with her approval, and that of my other CPs.

My novella’s heroine is a pastry chef and when she gets upset, she bakes. Preferably something chocolately.

I’m not a pastry chef and while I do love chocolate, I’m not going to share with you her specialty mud cake recipe. Mainly because she hasn’t trusted me with it!

But I will share with you a super simple, cheap and yummy slice that’s been filling up my goody tin lately. For as long as it lasts before the hungry hordes devour it.

Weetbix Slice

125g butter, melted
3 crushed weetbix (or generic brand – even stale is fine if you need to use up leftover boxes that you bought on special and then the family decided they didn’t want to eat Weetbix anymore. Or is that just my family?!)
1 cup self-raising flour
1 cup coconut
1 cup brown sugar
2 tbsp milk

Mix it all together and press into a greased slice tin. Cook in moderate oven (about 175 deg C in my temperamental oven) til golden – about 20-25 minutes.

When cold, ice with chocolate icing. Use your favourite recipe. I just wing it with a couple of dabs of softened butter, icing sugar, cocoa and enough water til it spreads well. I’m one of those cooks, sorry :) You can see why my heroine won’t entrust me with her mud cake recipe!

The base is reminiscent of soft, chewy Anzac biscuits, covered in chocolate icing.



Jun 18, 2014 - Release Day    4 Comments

Release Day post – The Bookshop on the Corner by Rebecca Raisin

It’s Release day for The Bookshop on the Corner by Rebecca Raisin - and I’d pick it up simply for that title! (And that gorgeous cover).


Who said that only real heroes could be found in fiction?

Sarah Smith had an addiction – she was addicted to romance novels. The meet-cute, the passion, the drama and the gorgeous men! Now this wouldn’t have been such an issue if she hadn’t been the owner of the only bookshop in Ashford, Connecticut.

Ever since her close friend Lil, from The Gingerbread Café, had become engaged she had been yearning for a little love to turn up in her life. Except Sarah knew a good man was hard to find – especially in a tiny town like Ashford. That was until New York journalist, Ridge Warner stepped into her bookshop…

Love could be just around the corner for Sarah, but will she be able to truly believe that happy-ever-after can happen in real-life too!


Praise from Mia March, author of The Meryl Streep Movie Club, and Finding Colin Firth.

“How I wish this magical little bookshop was around the corner from my house! Brimming with heart, hope, and wisdom, THE BOOKSHOP ON THE CORNER is a wonderful novel about love, life, friendship, romance, books galore, and finding that happy ending.” –Mia March.



Chapter One

Snuggled in the cozy bay window of the bookshop, I looked up from my novel as the first golden rays of sunshine brightened the sky. Resting my head against the cool glass, I watched the light spill, as though it had leaked, like the yellows of a watercolor painting. Almost dawn, it would soon be time to switch on, and get organized for another day at The Bookshop on the Corner.

Every day I arrived at work a few hours prior to opening to read in the quiet, before customers would trickle in. I loved these magical mornings, time stolen from slumber, where I’d curl up with a book and get lost inside someone else’s world before dog-earing the page and getting lost in mine. Sure, I could have stayed in bed at home and read, but the bookshop had a dream-like quality about it before dawn that was hard to resist.

I turned back to the inside of the shop to watch shards of muted sunlight settle on piles of books, as if it were slowly waking them. The haphazard stacks seemed straighter, as if they’d decided when I wasn’t looking to neaten themselves up, dust their jackets off, and stand to attention. Maybe a customer would stumble across one of them today, run a hand lovingly across their covers, before selecting a book that caught their attention. Though my theory was books chose us, and not the other way around.

The bookshop was silent, bar a faint hum — were the books muttering to each other about what today would bring? Smiling to myself, I went back to my novel, promising myself just one more chapter.

When I looked up again the sun was high in the sky, and I’d read a much bigger chunk than I’d meant to. Some stories consumed you, they made time stop, your worries float into the ether, and when it came to my reading habits I chose romance over any other genre. The appeal of the happy ever after, the winsome heroine being adored for who she was, and the devastatingly handsome hero with more to him than met the eye tugged at my heart. And I’d read about them all: from dashing dukes, to cocksure cowboys, I never met one I didn’t fall for.

The sounds of the street coming alive filtered in, roller shutters retreating upwards, cheery shop owners whistling as they swept their front stoops. Lil, the owner of the Gingerbread Café across the road, arrived, hand in hand with her fiancé, Damon. They stood on the pavement in front of her café, and kissed goodbye, spending an age whispering and canoodling.

I tried to focus on my book, but couldn’t help darting a glance their way every now and then. Each morning they embraced almost as though they’d never see each other again, yet they worked only a few short steps away. It was as if they were magnetically drawn to each other; one step backwards would draw the other person forwards. I bet they couldn’t hear the sound of shops opening or cars tooting hello. They had their own kind of sweet music that swirled around them as if they were in some kind of love bubble.

Feeling as though I was intruding on a private moment, I swiveled away from the window and padded bare foot down to the back of the bookshop to make more coffee. My feet found the familiar groove in the wood; the path was so well trodden it was bowed. The feel of the polished oak underfoot with its labyrinth-type trails exposed around stacks of books was comforting. It’d weathered traffic for so long it was indelibly changed by it.

Taking the pot of coffee to the counter, I poured a cup, and sipped gingerly. Lately, I’d felt a little as though I was at a crossroads. You know that frustrating feeling of losing the page in your book? You didn’t want to go too far forward and spoil the surprise, and you didn’t want to go too far back, so you kind of stagnated and started from a page that didn’t seem quite right, but you read it a few times just to convince yourself…that was how I felt about my life. A little lost, I guess you could say.

Ashford was buzzing with good news recently, love affairs, weddings, babies, but I was still the same old Sarah, nose pressed in a book, living out fictional relationships as if they were my own. I was waiting for something to find me. But what if that something never came?

What did heroines do when they felt like that? Broaden their horizons? I imagined myself swapping Ashford for Paris, because of the bookshops and the rich literary history. But really, I’d never ventured far from my small town, and probably never would. My bookshop was a living, breathing thing to me, and there was no one to look after it even if I did want to do something spontaneous. Should I take up a hobby? I’d be the girl stuck line dancing with the octogenarian. Instead of dreaming of the impossible, I set about opening the shop, and shelved that line of thought for another time.

I’m off to buy it NOW – you can too!

Find The Bookshop on the Corner here:

US Amazon http://amzn.to/1jMmIWA
UK Amazon http://amzn.to/1lGBvED
AUST Amazon http://bit.ly/1fTDwWW

iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/bookshop-on-corner-gingerbread/id850630026?mt=11

Kobo http://goo.gl/PjVtr1

Pinterest http://www.pinterest.com/rebeccaraisin/the-bookshop-on-the-corner-by-rebecca-raisin/

Find Rebecca here:




The Bookshop on The Corner blog: http://thecornerbookshop.wordpress.com/


 Good luck with The Bookshop on the Corner, Rebecca!


Jun 17, 2014 - Guest post    14 Comments

What’s Kate Belle’s passion? Guest post

Today I’m excited to welcome author Kate Belle to my blog to talk about her passion.

katebelle_smlKate is a multi-published author of dark, sensual love stories that will mess with your head. Her interests include talking to strangers, collecting unread books, and standing on her soapbox. She writes regularly about women, relationships, sexuality and books on her blog, The Ecstasy Files. She is also the creator of the Eros in Action writing sex workshop.

Kate lives, writes and loves in Melbourne with her small family and very annoying pets. The Yearning was released in 2013 to rave reviews. Being Jade is her second novel.

Hi Kate, welcome to my blog. Congratulations on your release of Being Jade. I was lucky enough to be given an advance copy of this and it is an amazing book.

So tell me – you’re obviously a passionate writer – but do you have a passion other than writing? 

Of my many passions, which include brewed coffee, the environment, foreign films, baking, feasting, hot baths, talking with Miss 9 and wine (did I mention coffee?) there is one that is a standout.


Kate's BookshelfI know you said ‘passion other than writing’ – but I’m not talking about writing here. Story is different.

Our preoccupation with story making sets us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom (aside from extra brain bits and opposable thumbs). From our earliest beginnings, human beings have created story through language, image, dance and music.

A human being is nothing but a story with a skin around it.- Fred Allen

In any form story holds wisdom, learning, revelation and it seems we can’t live without it. We talk in stories all the time, tell each other our dreams, share what has captured our attention on TV or the internet. Social media has become a global platform for story making, telling and sharing.

One of the places this interest in story has led me to is the rich Aboriginal cultural heritage of Australia. I feel so very lucky to have been born in a country where story is embedded into the landscape. Our Aboriginal people, the First People of this land, have always understood the value of story. Their entire culture is centred around it. For 50,000 years they have been telling, dancing, singing complex layered stories.

‘Songlines’ (an attributed English term) are complex ceremonial stories/songs/dances that combine mythology with practical knowledge of the natural environment. Their use is too complicated to describe here, but they can contain instructions on where it is safe to travel and what you can find to eat along the way; explain the seasons and local native flora and fauna; instruct people on the right way to behave and how to be a respectful of the land you’re on and its peoples; and how the ‘gods’ made the landscape in dreaming, including its sacred places.

Those who tell the stories rule society. - Plato

My discovery of this incredibly rich story telling history has led to a modest collection of books by Aboriginal people telling not only their own cultural stories, but the story of our shared history from their perspective (as opposed to whitefella interpretations). It is both enlightening and humbling and I wish more non-Indigenous Australians understood it.

Wow, that really sounds fascinating. And you’re right,  story is definitely different to writing.  How long have you been interested in stories?

world talesMy interest in story began when I began reading. It gave me a way of understanding the world and the people in it. Over the years I’ve collected old story books and books on Greek mythology. I always had an innate sense that story was part of my identity as an Australian, so I guess my interest in Aboriginal understandings of story probably evolved from that.

In 2007 the public service offered me an opportunity to work alongside Aboriginal organisations. On the path to improving my cultural competency, I discovered so much about Aboriginal Australia I had been ignorant of. I read voraciously and watched many films and documentaries in an effort to better understand what it means to be Aboriginal in this country. I became aware of story running like rivers under my feet, through the landscape. Everywhere I walked, the roads I travelled, the place where I lived and played, came alive in a whole new way.

There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you.- Maya Angelou – American poet

Sadly we have lost so much of this history through colonisation. I will probably never know if my house or the places I work are built over a line of story. I will never know the stories that rest in my back yard or local park or the shopping centre down the road.

I can tell that you feel this deeply. Most of  us are largely ignorant of this side of our history. I have read some of the myths but now you make me want to delve into it more deeply.

What is it about it that brings a sparkle to your eye / motivates you?

Gosh, this is so hard to articulate, but I will try.

Story gives us another way to communicate. It’s a vehicle into which we pour all the things we can’t express. I believe the complexity of where Australian history has led us is best explained through story. In today’s world of instant communication we are used to speaking in 3 second grabs. Everything is captured by short pithy quips which are entertaining but disposable. It’s not very satisfying or meaningful.

 The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. – Anais Nin

By contrast, can you imagine what it is to live in a place where every rock, old tree, waterway, piece of land has story captured within it? It’s like living in a land of secrets – if only I spoke the language I might be able to unlock them. As a writer I could think of no better place to live than a landscape soaked through with story. Knowing that I am living among stories that are thousands of years old lends so much meaning and depth to my life. In a strange way it gives me hope that meaning and depth are not lost and the better parts of humanity may, in the end, prevail.

You have an incredible way with words, Kate. 

Do you have a funny story about something that’s happened to you while involved in your passion?

This is not so much a funny story, but a serendipitous one.

Every year our local Oxfam group host a HUGE second hand book sale as a fundraiser. From 7am people line up in front of the Senior Citizens Centre holding canvas bags, boxes and sometimes even suitcases. All books, save for a handful set aside as worthy of a higher price, are two dollars. This, my friends, is Book Buyers ParaAboriginal authorsdise. (I’m drooling now!)

The mood as the doors open is intensely competitive. Silently book lovers and dealers scan the spines, hoping to be the first to spot the hard-to-find bargain. We shuffle in close lines, eyes on what our neighbour is picking up and putting back, terrified someone else will get our books, the ones meant for us. In that first hour there is very little talk, so urgent is our need to make sure we don’t miss out. By the time I leave my wallet is usually $70 lighter and my bookshelves 30 books heavier.

Pic 5A couple of years ago a local closed up his second hand bookshop and donated all his remaining books to the sale. As I flicked through the non-fiction titles I happened upon a copy of ‘Wild Cat Falling’ by Mudrooroo, a trail blazing Indigenous writer. Naturally I grabbed it and on further inspection discovered an entire collection of books by Aboriginal writers, some of them signed.

My eyelids fell to slits and, looking left and right like a gangster about to do a heist, I dropped one book after another into my canvas bag. Most of these books are out of print. Signed copies are even rarer. I could not believe my luck in finding them. Whoever had put them out on the two-dollar non-fiction table clearly had no idea how important these books were.

I can’t describe the satisfaction I felt as I handed over my cash that day. I’m so proud to be the caretaker of these wonderful books. I’m hoping one day to find descendents of the authors who might be interested in reclaiming them, but in the meantime, I can enjoy and savour them for myself.

I have goosebumps reading that! Those books were obviously there ready for you to be caretaker.

Would you like to tell us about your latest release, Being Jade?


being_jade_COVER_HI_res smallBEING JADE

A tragic death. A family divided. One truth can set them free.

Banjo Murphy is killed on the night he finally musters the courage to walk away from his wife Jade after twenty five years of repeated infidelities. In the aftermath, Banjo is bewildered to discover he still exists, but death has placed an invisible wall between him and his beloved family. In despair he watches Jade collapse into deep depression and his daughters, Lissy and Cassandra, struggle with their unexpected loss.

Lissy is tortured by guilt and the mysteries surrounding her father’s death. What compelled Banjo to leave the night he died? Why won’t Jade speak about what happened? In spite of their volatile relationship, Lissy believes her parents’ love to be enduring, but sensible Cassandra sees things differently. When Cassy discovers a sketch book chronicling Jade’s extra-marital affairs, the truth of their parents’ relationship begins to unfold and Lissy’s loyalties are divided.

Searching for answers, Lissy contacts Jade’s ex-lovers, unaware her father’s spirit watches as they visit. Unable to let go of his one true love, he aches to know that Jade loved him above all others. Banjo is taken on a journey of discovery through Jade’s memories as the lovers unveil long hidden secrets about her affairs. But the mystery remains, frustrating Banjo and Lissy, until Lissy’s questioning leads her to an explosive truth. One that will finally set her family free.

You can buy Being Jade at the following places – (and I thoroughly recommend you do!)





Simon & Schuster Australia:



Kate, Thank you so much for being my guest today. Good luck with Being Jade!

You can contact Kate at:

Blog/website: http://www.ecstasyfiles.com

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Jun 10, 2014 - General    2 Comments

Synopsis hell, Rik’s gone and its raining…

Today has been cold and rainy, and I’m deep in synopsis hell – thankfully I’m dragging a couple of wonderful writing friends with me to share the journey :) There is something so painful about condensing an (in my case) 80K+ manuscript into around 300 words and making it tell the story, showcase your voice and make an agent or publisher say ‘Yes. Send it to me now or my life will no longer be worth living’. In 300 measly words. Granted, I write fairly sparsely, but still!

And then to hear the news this morning that Rik Mayall is no longer with us. So sad. I was a late convert to The Young Ones, but spent many nights in the 90s watching re-runs – much to my parent’s complete bemusement. I had the single of Living Doll – and can still quote most of it :) I also enjoyed Rik’s other acting – both his comedy and his more serious roles. He was great as the wheelchair bound detective in a couple of episodes of Jonathon Creek, and I think I even recall seeing him in a Midsomer Murders episode once! He’d pop up in unexpected places.

I’ve been surprised by the number of my friends and facebook acquaintances who have said they’ll miss him. He played such an iconic role and will always be remembered as The People’s Poet.

RIP Rik – you’ll be missed!

Now back to my synopsis and the small town romantic novella I’m working on…

Jun 3, 2014 - Uncategorized    21 Comments

What’s Leisl Leighton’s passion? Guest post

Today I’m excited to welcome paranormal fantasy and romantic suspense author, and fellow RWA committee member, Leisl Leighton to my blog to talk about her passion.

Leisl Headshot tweetLeisl is a tall red head with an overly large imagination. As a child, she identified strongly with Anne of Green Gables. A voracious reader and a born performer, it came as no surprise to anyone when she did a double major in English Literature and Drama for her BA, then went on to a career as an actor, singer and dancer, as well as script writer, stage manager and musical director for cabaret and theatre restaurants (one of which she co-owned and ran for six years).

After starting a family Leisl stopped performing and instead, began writing the stories that had been plaguing her dreams. Leisl’s stories have won and placed in many competitions in Australia and the US, including the STALI, Golden Opportunities, Heart of the West, Linda Howard Award of Excellence, Touch of Magic and many others.

Leisl lives in the leafy suburbs of Melbourne with her two beautiful boys, lovely hubby, overly spunky dog, Buffy, and likes to spend time with family and friends. She sometimes sings in a choir and works as a swim teacher in her day-to-day job.

Leisl writes paranormal fantasy and romantic suspense. Her debut novel, Killing Me Softly, was released last year with Penguin’s Destiny Romance and her new paranormal novel, Dark Moon has just been released.

Hi Leisl, welcome to my blog. Please tell us, do you have a passion other than writing? 

My passions kind of revolve around my writing and my family and the things I do with them, like skiing and sharing experiences like tree surfing and so on. But I suppose my other passion would be singing and performing. I sing all the time, although I don’t perform much anymore, but when I do, I just find it so exhilarating.

You’ll have to give us a tune at the next conference! How long have you been involved in your passion?

My mum says I could sing before I could talk and pretty much when I was able to walk and talk, I would perform in front of people whenever asked. I loved to act as well and dressing up as someone else and diving into their character was always so much fun for me. I do get nervous, but that’s all part of the experience and it was never enough to make me want to stop. In fact, there was a time when I was performing professionally in a show four times a week and I was walking on stage and I wasn’t feeling nervous anymore, and it actually bothered me, because I had always used those nerves to feed my performance, to stretch myself and make myself do better. I hated the thought of just ‘cruising’ through a performance. And, to tell the truth, it wasn’t as much fun as it had been. It was then that I knew I couldn’t act and perform professionally full time, because it was sucking the joy out of it for me.

What is it about it that brings a sparkle to your eye / motivates you?

I just love entertaining people. Touching people’s emotions is something that just gives you such a thrill. I love that about writing too, although, the author is somewhat removed from the reciprocation of emotion that an actor has. Reading someone’s review of your work is not quite the same thing – even though it is lovely and special to hear someone enjoyed your work or that it touched them in an emotional way. But getting that back face to face, in the moment as you are doing something on stage… that immediate response is just priceless. There’s nothing like hearing the audience laugh when you’re doing something funny, or gasping when something shocking or sad has happened. And making people cry – whether tears of laughter or sadness – is amazing. You know if you’ve done your job right away, because you get this emotional surge back from the crowd. Actors often talk about ‘live’ audiences and ‘dead’ audiences. A live audience gives back every ounce of the energy you put out there, a dead audience sucks it in and gives you little to nothing back. But even with a dead audience, I used to love to get out there and try to get something from them, and if I did, it was worth every ounce of sweat and effort I put into it. The adrenaline rush is just amazing. I mostly don’t act anymore, but I do occasionally get up in front of people and sing, and every time I do, I just love it.

I can imagine it would be quite addictive! Do you have a funny story about something that’s happened to you while involved in your performing?

Oh, there are so many funny moments that happened over the years, especially because I worked mostly in cabaret and theatre restaurants where there is no fourth wall and the show changes every night depending on the audience and how much they get into the whole audience participation – and many of them are a bit on the rude side, so I can’t share them here ;) . (Awww, you’re no fun!) But I do remember one thing that I can share with you.

When I was at university, I was working at a theatre restaurant as a waitress. When you are waiting, there are large sections of the show that you see every night and you can often sing the songs and say the dialogue off by heart. But there are sections of the show that you don’t see, because you’re at the bar or in the kitchen doing things. Anyway, one day, my boss called me and said that the female lead in the show had come down with laryngitis and couldn’t do the show that night and they couldn’t cancel because they had a full house. So, he was asking, seeing I was studying drama and theatre (and they had just recently been to see me in a show, so he knew I could act and sing), if I could come in and learn the show in 1 day and do it that night. I’m not someone to say no to opportunities, so even though I was hugely scared that I wouldn’t be able to do it, I said yes.

It was the best thing I’d ever done. I went in and worked all day, going over the show, learning the dances that I had to do, going over the dialogue I knew and the stuff I never heard, learning the staging and singing the songs over and over. It was exhausting and exhilarating and very nerve wracking, but I was certain I could pull it off. That certainty continued through the costume fitting – thankfully, despite being much taller than the lead actress, I managed to fit into all the costumes  - and even through doing my hair make-up.

Then the audience arrived. I could hear the minstrels go out, walking around, warming them up. My tummy began really fluttering, then rolling over, my mouth went dry, my hands began to shake as they held the microphone. And I began to really worry about if I could actually remember everything and just get through it. The thought grew large in my mind and it was all I could think of. All my lines flew out of my head and I thought, ‘Shit. I can’t do this. I’m going to completely stuff it up.’ I could hear the audience buzz of expectation as the lights went down. The minstrels began to do their opening patter, then strummed the bars of my big opening number, which I had to sing walking through the audience. I knew the song. I stepped out into the light and began to sing. I could get through that at least. The audience was warm, so it was easy to play up to them as I walked through them, hitting my lines, making them laugh as I worked my way up to the stage. I got up there, finished the number, there was a huge applause. The horrible doubt was still there, but I had at least got through that, although I felt like everyone could see I was green and nervous.

The minstrels were shooting me encouraging looks. I tried to swallow my nerves as I shared some banter with them, then it was time to introduce the lead male who came onstage with a big flourish. He sang his song, we did a little dance – which I somehow managed to remember – and then as he dipped me down backward on the end move, he pulled his mic away and while the applause was going on, whispered in my ear, ‘What’s my opening line? I can’t remember it?’

I looked at him, thinking he was pulling my leg, but he was absolutely serious. He was asking me, the girl who had never done the show before, who had rehearsed in 1 day a show that took them all 4 weeks to rehearse in, what his first line was. The funny things was, I did know it, even though this was part of the show that as a waitress, I never saw. Up until that point, I had still been incredibly nervous, wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into, but the moment he asked that question and I knew the answer and told him what his line was, I knew I was going to be fine. I relaxed and just decided to have fun and if I made a mistake, it didn’t matter, because even the seasoned professionals got it wrong sometimes.

I barely remember the rest of that night, but I know I had fun and did really well, even though I did forget the occasional thing. But it didn’t matter and I managed to smile and bluster and joke my way through it with the help of the cast and I learned a really great lesson about performing that night – it doesn’t have to be perfect, but it does need to be fun, for you and the audience.

Wow, talk about nerve-wracking! I don’t know if I could ever do that! Glad to hear it had a happy ending.

Dark MoonWould you like to tell us a little about your latest book, Dark Moon. 

Dark Moon Blurb:

Lately, Skye Collins has been unable to shake the feeling that she’s being watched. After a lifetime spent hiding her true nature, she knows that any unusual attention is something to be wary of.  And the only attention she’s been receiving lately is from the intense and attractive Jason McVale. 

Jason claims to know things about Skye that can’t be true, and it’s obvious he’s hiding secrets of his own. Yet despite herself, Skye can’t resist the attraction between them, and her surrender will set in motion a chain of events that will have consequences for everyone she holds dear.

Gradually, Jason convinces Skye that she has to trust him if she is to solve the riddle of her past and learn the truth about her power.  But believing Jason means that her entire life has been based on a lie.

As her enemies gather strength and the danger increases, Skye is forced to accept who she really is. Will she risk everything and fight for those she loves? Or save herself and let them be destroyed by the forces of darkness? 


You can buy Dark Moon here:



Destiny Romance


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And Killing Me Softly here:




Destiny Romance

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You can follow Leisl and find out more about her and her books on her website: www.leislleighton.com



Follow her on Twitter @LeislLeighton


That sounds great, Leisl. Thanks for being on my blog today and good luck with Dark Moon!