Dante, writing

Father’s Day

“Do I smell bacon?” I looked up from the pan and directly into a pair of indigo eyes, blinking at me from inside my white kitchen tiles. “Yes,” I said, then lowered my spatula in warning. “But it’s not for you.” The rest of Dante’s face emerged from the tiling, his lips pulled into what… Continue reading Father’s Day

Rambling

Birthday Round-Up

The last week or so has been crazy! With a capital cray. In case the title wasn't a dead giveaway, 22nd August was my birthday, and that's always a fun time of year for me. I don't know why birthdays appeal to me but they always have. It doesn't have to be mine, I love… Continue reading Birthday Round-Up

Aislinn’s Shadow, Rambling, Sorcery and Stardust, The Kin Chronicles, The Weaver’s War, writing

ARR 2020 – The Adventure Begins

Well, the cat is now out of the bag - I can officially announce that I’ll be having an author table at the 2020 Australian Romance Reader’s Association’s annual event, A Romantic Rendezvous. For those not in the know, this is a yearly event in which authors from a variety of romance genres and sub-genres… Continue reading ARR 2020 – The Adventure Begins

Dante, writing

Grocery Shopping

GROCERY DAY Fluorescent lights blazed overhead and I squinted against the glow, keeping my head down to avoid accidental eye contact. I stomped up to the twining line of trolleys and fought silently for my prize; a wonky-wheeled monstrosity with someone else’s soggy receipts at the bottom. It’ll do. Two steps into the supermarket, a… Continue reading Grocery Shopping

Sorcery and Stardust, The Weaver’s War, writing

Ghosts of the Past – Arcana

This little snippet is set approximately fifty-one and a half years before the events of Sorcery and Stardust. Enjoy! ************ Arcana leant back against the edge of the bath, closing her eyes and drawing the scent of lavender into her lungs. When Lesce had bullied her into the room earlier and all but stripped her… Continue reading Ghosts of the Past – Arcana

Dante, writing

Little Luna

In the quiet of early morning, the lighting soft and the world still sleeping, I stared down at a feathering of tiny baby lashes and felt my heart squeeze. I remember what it was like when my own children were this small; their tiny fingers, smooth skin and that intoxicating new baby smell. My brand… Continue reading Little Luna

Rambling

Welcome To My Life

I woke with the sudden and uncomfortable understanding that I was not alone. Blinking into the darkness, I threw a cautious arm across the bed. Nothing. From outside the bedroom, the softest crinkle of the holland blinds, made by fingers pushing them furtively aside. I peeled back the quilt and rolled out of bed, shambling… Continue reading Welcome To My Life