Lilac Mills 

Blurb Escape to the daisy-strewn windswept Dorset cliffs, to the donkey sanctuary at Sweet Briar Farm, where Hattie Rose is about to find, that in this world, the most unlikely opposites can sometimes attract … Hattie was once thrilled to call the beautiful city of Paris her home. But when her heart is broken by her boyfriend and she loses her dream job, she bids farewell to the city of love and hurries home to Gillypuddle, a sleepy village on the Dorset coast. But as she re

Lordy but that's big on her. She doesn't look too happy to be wearing it, either. But at least she hasn't tried to take it off, and I know she'll be grateful when she sticks her little nose outside and realises that the horrid rain she'd not too keen on, no longer falls on most of her. She looks really cute in it, tho...

Blurb No-one said being a single mum would be easy... Everyone knows that being a single mother means having no time to yourself. But for Callie Brown, its more exhausting than most. She's juggling the needs of three teenage children, two live-in parents, a raffish ex-husband, and a dog who never stops eating. The last thing Callie needs is anything more on her plate. So when she bumps (quite literally) into a handsome, age-appropriate cyclist, she's quick to dismiss him from

I've had a delightful afternoon with some ladies from the Romantic Novelists Association. I don't get a chance to meet many authors face to face, because as well as the writing, I've got a day job which means I find it difficult to get time off work except during holidays. The tea was well worth attending, though, and not only for the delicious sandwiches and cakes. the company was pretty awesome, too!

Blurb It looks like a perfect Cornish autumn, with aspiring novelist Maisie Clark still finding inspiration as a maid at the historic Penmarrow Hotel. Between the staff of quirky co-workers, glamorous and unusual guests, and her growing friendship with the charming but mysterious Sidney Daniels, Maisie is living out adventures instead of just penning them in the pages of her would-be novel's growing number of chapters. And then there's the slight problem of keeping the balanc

Blurb Polly and Olly were never supposed to meet… Polly might spend her days searching for eligible matches for her elite list of clients at her New York dating agency, but her own love life is starting to go up in smoke. Even worse, she can’t stop thinking about the very person she’s meant to be setting her latest client up with… surely it can’t get any worse! But then Polly bumps into oh-so-handsome Olly, who heads up a rival agency, and realizes that perhaps all really is

Blurb Candice Summerville is fast approaching fifty-years-old and wonders if she might be invisible. No one seems to notice her - not really. Heck, she often doesn’t notice herself, except for her monthly scrutiny in the mirror to check on her body’s steady slide towards middle age. But when her ancient, practical estate car is consigned to the scrap heap, Candice falls in love with a cute, purple convertible, and from that moment on her life begins to take on a whole new mea

Blurb Robin Brennan has come home to Campion Bay. Now her parents have retired, she’s set to become the new landlady of The Campion Bay Guesthouse. Bookings have been as thin as the hand towels, and it doesn’t take long for Robin to realise that the place needs a serious makeover. Perhaps throwing herself into the task will help to heal her sadness at the tragic end to her dreams in London. As she gives the guesthouse a new lease of life, Robin encounters old friends and new,

Less than 48 hours since we brought her home, and Poppy is starting to come out of her shell. That first night, she slept in her basket in the kitchen, with a warm hot-water bottle and the radio on really low. We anticipated a disturbed night, with lots of howling and crying. What we got was silence.  I lost count of the number of times either Hubby or me trotted off downstairs to check she was still breathing. I'd have preferred her to howl - the silence worried me. Each ti

Yes, I know I'm shouting, but I'm so excited. Regular readers will know that I lost my darling little Westie, Millie, (her of Sunshine at Cherry Tree Farm fame) three years ago. Bless her, she was fourteen and had lived a pretty good life, and was healthy and active right up until the end. We said, "no more dogs". We said, "they're a tie". We said, "no muddy paws, no having to walk in the pouring rain, or in the dark.". And for a while, being dogless suited us. To be honest,