This is why I haven’t put in my usual fortnightly post… The Football Whisperer, my second novel is almost here.
Go on, I know you’re curious to find out more…
She inhaled deeply, basking in his manly aroma. His large palms cocooned her hands. Staring deep into his eyes where the world around them no longer registered.
He leaned in closer and whispered the words, ‘my little blood-puddin!’
‘Huh?’ She blinked at him as if flushing out an eyelash. Continue reading “Whispered Wants”
At the splendour of springtimes dawn,
like watching fragile meadow grass shift
his fingers stroked her sun-kissed skin.
Admiring the luxury of layers & subtlety in shading,
she was the rarity in the rising of an unearthed gem.
So scarce a find amongst a thorned forest Continue reading “Spring Symphony”
“I’m a time-traveling Viking with sixteen children in three different time eras, with a mortgage.”
The guy in the chair next to him put his hairy hand in the air. “Duh, try being a were-bear shape-shifting Sherriff, who lost his last election.”
“Try fairy virgin-saving Spy, Continue reading “A Novel Group”
They didn’t smell the pungent regurgitated mashed food that battled against clouds of floral perfumes and spicy aftershaves. They didn’t hear the loudspeaker promoting the latest motivational activity or the surrounding shouts accompanied by scraping chairs and falling cutlery. All they saw was Continue reading “Silenced Surround Sounds”